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(I have a few severus fics in wips, let me know!)

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being an x reader writer and trying to be inclusive of all readers makes me overthink so much like should i write about you having smth with milk in it? no no what if the reader is lactose-intolerant. about the reader being the big spoon? noo what if they wanna be cuddled like a little spoon. about fingers through your hair? noooo what if the person reading it is bald

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REMUS lupin's pussy eating obsession

feat. moony & his pussy whipped self 💭

REMUS never knew how absolutely great it felt to eat pussy; until you invited him to the idea and now, well, he couldn't stop.

"o-oh fuck...mmm..." he grumbled against your pussy, tongue toying with the edges of your flaps as you mewled beneath him, fingers clutching the bed sheets like the devil was having a departure from your soul. "sh─a-ah!.." you whined as his lips curled around your clit. he began to suck, enticing more pornographic moans from you.

thing was, he'd been doing this since the beginning of the week.

its thursday.

everday after your afternoon classes he'd drag you along, having a zero hour really helped with this as he could have you to himself. not very many people had zero hour─you and remus just wanted it out of the way.

he savored every moment with you, including the moment where he savored every flavor your messy cunt had to offer.

friday was no different, his tongue sloppy as it lapped up your cum for the 4th time. he showed no signs of stopping anytime soon.

"gosh, so fucking wet 'n─mm...so sweet, sosososweet." he babbled, the vibrations of his words hitting your bundle of nerves and making you jerk against his firm hands that held your thighs down. he lifted to press kisses against your stomach; following with the utmost teasing words that man had ever muttered. "quit movin' not finished with this delicacy you possess." you mumbled something incoherent which he had completely ignored and slid back down to kiss your pretty pussy, tongue curling inside to continue his ministrations as if he never stopped.

"remus...it hurts, 's too much.." he constantly heard yet would only move up to kiss you, to make you taste what he was so addicted to. "tastes like heaven, how could i stop?" he breathed against your lips, your face smearing with your own slick as his chin was dripping in it beforehand.

even in moments when it's casual, you could be sitting anywhere reading a book, doing homework─even helping a first year and he'd walk up behind you, whisper something dirty in your ear before dragging you away from the helpless first year trying to pass their important exam.

"could smell you from the corridors, needed ta taste you..." he groaned against your squelchy pussy─his tongue prodding the gummy walls and humming in satisfaction when he felt another gush of slick be released onto his tongue. "so beautiful, o-oh...so gorgeous.." he spread the flaps open, watching cum gush down─almost too far down before he licked it up like it was milk.

and he almost cried the first time you squirted, begging you to do that again yet you explained you had no idea you could even do that. he was baffled. you both stayed up till dawn as he tried to get that same satisfaction once more.

in summary; it was your essence he could crave from miles away, and he'd always travel the longest to get a taste.

masterlist🐺

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stars above

summary - soft morning moments with your two favourite people [ poly!wolfstar x reader ]

word count - >1k

tw - heavy kissing | mentions of morning hard-ons but no actual smut | lots of fluff mainly

🌟🍯✨🌜🌟🍯✨🌜🌟🍯✨🌜🌟🍯✨🌜🌟

Someone had forgotten to turn the lights off last night. Or had it been this morning?

Considering you were squeezed between your boyfriends in their bed, it shouldn’t have been your responsibility to turn them off. You couldn’t be too annoyed at Remus or Sirius though when the warm, starry-shaped, lights casted a golden glow over them as they slept.

You propped yourself up as you peered over Sirius’ shoulder to note the time.

8:18 am.

Remus must have felt like you were moving to make an escape from bed because you felt his arm snake around your middle.

His hand stopped between your stomach and ribs, pulling you softly back down to lay on the bed.

“You can’t leave yet.” He grumbled as he pulled you back against his chest.

You twisted your head at an awkward angle to try get a peep of your sleepy boyfriend, but you couldn’t see much and his eyes were closed.

Giving up any chance of an early-morning escape, you nestled your head back down on the pillow and wriggled until you found a position that was comfortable for you. That position just so happened to involve pressing yourself back into Remus, where his morning hard-on pressed proudly into the back of you.

You suppressed a smirk as you thought of all the ways you could tease him.

“What’s got you smiling like a fool?” Sirius was looking at you, laying on his side facing you.

“Remus is hard.” You giggled like the immature character you are.

“Difficult not to be around you.” Sirius raised an eyebrow, impressed by himself for being so quick after just waking up - he literally still had sleep in the corner of his eyes and his hair was so untamed.

You tried to scooch closer to Sirius but Remus held on tight - which some people might believe he was pretending to be asleep, but you and Sirius knew he was just as protective in his sleep as when he’s awake.

Sirius snorted when he realised Remus had claimed you.

You stared at him unamused. “Help me.”

“You don’t really look like you’re in a position where you need rescuing, sunshine. You’re sandwiched between the two sexiest wizards known to the universe—”

“I don’t know about—” You tried to cut Sirius off.

“Ssh let him finish.” Remus spoke softly from behind her, igniting goosebumps over her skin from how close he was.

You groaned, “You two are insufferable in a morning.”

“You’re actually the one causing Remus to suffer by pressing against him like and then also me by default.” Sirius moved the inch of space closer to you, pressing his nose against yours.

“Not on purpose.” You whispered, carefully watching Sirius for his movements and feeling Remus for his.

“We don’t mind, lovie.” Remus mumbled against your neck, causing your head to tilt back to follow the sensation.

Sirius then took the open opportunity to kiss your exposed neck, just underneath your jaw the way you like it.

Your eyes rolled back with a smile as your boyfriends started kissing their way around your neck together. It might only be there lips against your skin, but it was already turning you into liquid against them.

They so deeply affected you.

They knew it too.

“We don’t mind at all.” Sirius emphasised.

Sirius then cupped your jaw softly, bringing your gaze away from the starry lights and back to him. He had a soft hunger in his eyes, eyes flitting between the admiration of his kisses and the temptation of kissing something better - your lips.

“Do you?” Sirius asked.

Remus kissed over a pressure point on your neck and it made your legs move in strain because it felt so good.

“Do I what?” You asked, confused at what the question was or what the conversation had ever been.

“You’ve kissed her silly, Moons. She’s forgotten everything.”

“Think we’ve kissed her enough to make her want to stay in bed with us all morning?”

You can’t believe you were ever contemplating leaving the bed without them this morning. That you’d been thinking about how forgot to turn the chuffing lights off, instead of making out with your boyfriends.

You momentarily printed this scene into your mind, to remind you for future mornings that you really didn’t want to leave the bed without morning kisses first.

Your boys knew how to treat you well.

“Don’t care what you do, I’m never leaving.”

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The Easy Way Out

wolfstar x reader ⏾ 4.3k

summary — after being recruited into the order of the phoenix, sirius is the one who makes the hard decision. which also happens to be the easy way out

content — established relationship between remus, sirius, and reader - established friendship with the marauders - poly!wolfstar - sirius hides his decision from remus - blame is mostly on sirius (im sorry) - hurt... kinda comfort - hurt no comfort - angst angst angst

note — this could have a part two (maybe a happy!!! prequel??) but as of right now i wanted to write heavy angst with no happy ending... maybe i'll add a second part so no ones miserable tho :) inspired by this beatiful fic by @colouredbyd where the hurt actually gets comforted<3

Something had shifted, you wrote; your feelings all stored in a small black diary that you took everywhere. 

It started slow, small, then suddenly it was all at once. Suddenly, you knew. You saw it in the way Sirius got up when you came over, excused himself. He used to kiss your lips when he did it, then it became your cheek, then your head — a spared glance. Nothing at all. The way Remus quieted when you walked with them in the halls, taking your hand, and if he spoke, he’d only speak to you because Sirius was silent. The way the bed you’d shared since fifth year had started to feel too crowded, but somehow also cold — how your spot had changed from between them, to outside of Sirius only for him to gravitate away from you, to outside of Remus, who fell asleep holding you but had you waking up with just a blanket around you. 

Something had changed. You weren’t sure why, or how, or what you’d done to make it that way, but you knew. 

And everyone else did, too. 

You knew the moment James asked if you wanted to sleep in his bed one night, when you hesitated to get into Sirius’. Usually, the three of you — if you were staying over — slept in Remus’ bed, but when you got there, you realized Sirius had gone to his own and Remus went with him. 

“Come on,” James said, opening his arm for you. “We haven’t gotten to have one of our own sleepovers in months. I miss my friend.” He was trying to lessen the tension, lighten the mood, but you only mustered a halfhearted smile as you set your diary on the trunk and went to him, curling into his embrace. 

Sirius was angry the next morning. You knew it before you even got up. Maybe he expected you not to come, even though you’d already settled on that night. Maybe he wanted you alone in Remus’ bed, even though you only came to sleep with them. Maybe, you thought, he wanted you on the outskirts, feeling as if you were only there because you always had been. Not because it mattered, but because you were just another constant he couldn’t have changing right now. 

For two weeks, he wouldn’t look at you unless you were writing in that little black book, didn’t speak, and deliberately walked away. He moved when you sat next to him at meals or in classes, and when Remus beckoned you over in the common room, he got up and left with a brush of your shoulder as he went by. 

You didn’t notice that was how he slipped the black book from your hand, too shocked to realize as he walked off without a second glance. 

Even Remus looked shocked by him, like their whispered conversation hadn’t involved him leaving like that. “I’ll talk to him,” he said, flinching when their dormitory door slammed shut. “Sit with me?” He was pulling away now, too; you could feel it, and he knew you could when you didn’t come. He started to say your name, started to try and explain, but you cut him off. 

“It’s okay,” you said quietly, looking to the boys’ rooms. “Go check on him. I think… I think I’ll go to bed.” 

He frowned. You were supposed to spend the night that night, you’d been planning it for weeks, and he knew you wouldn’t be able to spend the night for the next three with all the tests you had coming up — you’d be up late, studying with Lily, which meant you couldn’t sneak off. “But—“ You were shaking your head. “I want you there.”

There it was, you thought, proof that Sirius didn’t. “I’m tired,” you said, and he didn’t argue. He knew he’d ruined any chance he had at convincing you by saying that. 

“I love you,” he said, like he was asking you to say it back, a question rather than a promise. 

“I know.”

“He does, too.” He stood, taking your hands in his. “You know that too, don’t you?” You said nothing, giving the smallest hint of a nod that he forced a smile for, but you both knew Sirius had never said it to you. He never would, but he would — and did to Remus, who was leaning in. You turned your head to the side, forcing him to kiss your cheek. He did it with care, lips more gentle than they’d ever been. “Can we talk—?”

“I, just,” you stepped back, “I just need some space,” you said, hands tucking in your pockets as you looked at the floor, “a break, even… I’ll be busy anyway. You won’t even notice.”

“Yes, I will.” One step forward from him, and a step back from you. “We will," he corrected. “You know he will—“

“I don’t.”

There was a long silence, Remus stepping back until his legs hit the couch and he sat down. Like he knew this was coming. “This is what you want? Really?” You said nothing because, no, it was so far from what you wanted, but it felt like this was what would happen anyway — what Sirius wanted. “Okay,” he agreed. “Fine. A break. I’ll tell him.”

You couldn’t even tell him yourself because of how he’d been acting. 

Remus stayed on the couch as you went toward the girls’ dormitory. You sighed, looking back and ignoring your better judgment to walk over to him. “I’m sorry,” you said. 

“Not your fault.” But he was mumbling, wouldn’t look up, and you didn’t blame him. 

“And…” You leaned down to kiss his head, hand on his shoulder that he immediately reached across his chest for. “I love you, too. Very much.” He seemed relieved to hear it, shoulders relaxing and breath releasing as he closed his eyes. Like he was savoring it, thanking you for saying it back, thinking it would be the last time he heard it from you. “If you need anything…” The words died in your throat, and Remus let out a bitter laugh as you dropped your hand. You stopped there, let the words hang, left them for his interpretation. “Goodnight.”

You didn’t mean to do it before a full moon, not a day before anyway. Not at a time when Remus always came to you, needing you, wanting you, clinging to you like you grounded him to the world. You felt awful when you saw him two days later, weight in his cane and skin clammy and pale as he walked into the Great Hall for breakfast. 

But then Sirius came. Remus brightened immediately, welcoming him into his arms like he wasn’t weak or tired, and Sirius was smiling like Remus held the sun in his hands. 

You hadn’t seen that smile in so long. 

And his eyes found you, sitting with Lily, Mary, and Marlene. You expected his smile to fall, for his gaze to harden, or even for his lips to pull into a thin line, but his smile stayed. It saddened, but it stayed. His eyes softened, but they weren’t unkind. He looked at you like he looked at the moon — like it was an otherworldly beauty he couldn’t quite grasp, unattainable, haunting, and never belonging in his world. 

You smiled back, and that was when it fell, his gaze dropping to the floor as he slipped from Remus’ hold and hurried to Peter and James. Remus seemed confused, in the same way that you had when Sirius started to pull away from you, and looked for an answer. 

He found you, and his expression didn’t change before he turned and went toward Sirius, sitting next to him and putting his hand on his shoulder to comfort him. 

“What happened?” You heard Mary asking, making you peel your attention away from them, humming in question. “You’re not sitting with them?”

“Oh…” You weren’t sure what to say as you looked at each of your friends, all waiting for answers. 

“You broke up,” Marlene concluded, and they all seemed to agree that was it without a confirmation. 

“What?” Even Lily seemed shocked. “Why?!” She scowled over at the group of four boys. “They’re so—“

“Stop it, Lily,” Marlene said softly. “Things looked like they were going so well,” she continued, “what is it? Was it Sirius?” She was closest with him out of the four of you — now that you thought about it, probably closer to him than you — and she said it like she knew something you didn't. “It was, wasn’t it?”

“I didn’t say anything.”

But you didn’t have to. They’d noticed it, too. Maybe the whole school had. 

Where you’d once been so affectionate, where he’d come up and kiss you in the middle of a conversation with your friends, hug you from behind, or steal you away, snag your hand from Remus even, it had suddenly stopped. Where your affection with Remus had been more private, more how he liked it, it had become comforting in Sirius’ place. 

You wondered if he resented you for it — or maybe the privacy was out of embarrassment. Because he was never private with Sirius. Not even now, when everyone could tell something had shifted, they loved loud, while you were in the echo of it, sound fading out and distant, until it was gone. Like you were now. 

You excused yourself, took your things, left your breakfast, and went to class exceptionally early. Perhaps, if you threw yourself into your studies, you could forget the looks they’d given you, forget the way they’d been making you feel, forget that everyone knew. 

But they wouldn’t let you.

“Don’t,” you could hear James’ voice at the door before class started. “Just — Pads — sit here.” It was no use. 

You braced yourself, continuing to look at your book as he sat next to you. He never did that before. He took something out of his bag, a book, small and black and locked with an enchantment that he could easily bypass. “You keep leaving this behind.” He’d returned it to you before, but it never felt as finite as this. Like he was returning something to someone whose things he didn’t want around. “Open.” That was the first he’d really spoken to you in a month, but he’d never told you that it was left open before. You took it carefully, and the moment you did, he got up. 

“Sirius,” you said quickly, turning to catch him before he walked away. “Did you…?”

“Did I read it?” You nodded, and he looked at the small book. “I stopped,” he said, and you didn’t know what to say. It didn’t seem to affect him, and maybe it didn’t. Maybe he didn’t care at all. “But Remus… You know how he is.”

“Remus read it?” He nodded and walked away. You looked back at the book, opening it swiftly and starting to read. 

Every bit of anger you might’ve felt, every time you’d been hurt, your feelings detailed in a way you’d never say, were staring back at you in a jumble of hurt words. Some of them seemed harsh, mean even, in the way the ink bled and your handwriting got sloppy. Some were desperate, desperate for explanation or a reaction, just a glance. Some were just sad, making you shut the book as you had to reread the way you’d been feeling while this was going on. 

You knew Sirius was lying. You know he read it. But why would that make him upset with you? Why would he keep his distance when that was the last thing you wanted? Unless he did want it. Unless that was his excuse. 

You wanted to write about it, wanted to get your feelings out on paper so that you could push them aside, but it didn’t feel safe now. Where you could have written in class before, you knew that seats behind you they were there, knowing you were writing about them. 

Professor Flitwick must have seen the way your face paled as you started to feel sick. Started to feel like you’d done something wrong, you’d ruined things, your feelings had ruined everything. He called you by your last name, hand on your desk. “You don’t look well,” he said quietly and nodded to the door. “Go on — Black, would you mind escorting her—“

“I’m alright,” you said quickly. “I just… didn’t eat much.” He settled for that answer, not wanting to press it, and went on with class, which he had you go to the great hall at the end of to finish your breakfast. 

The day was miserable, all that was on your mind being Sirius and Remus, reading that stupid diary until they resented you. 

You had to excuse yourself from studying with Lily because you couldn’t focus, and went back to the common room alone. Thankfully, there was Quidditch practice, meaning neither of them was there as you tossed the diary into the fire and sat on the couch. You hoped to distract yourself with a book, curling beneath a blanket and starting to read, but it was no use. It reminded you of reading with Remus, leaning against Sirius as he read and made jokes over your shoulder, and you wanted to fling yourself into the fire when water hit the pages of your book — a book Remus gave you. 

You sighed, but didn’t bother wiping your eyes as you shut them and drew your knees to your chest, resting your forehead on them and trying to read in shadow as you sniffed and blinked hot tears onto the pages. It took ten minutes to get through one page, fifteen for the next, and you didn’t even bother flipping it as you shut the book and hugged your legs closer. 

You didn’t know how much time passed before the door opened, but you were quick to wipe your eyes and pretend to still be reading as those recognizable voices came through the portrait-hole. 

James and Peter went to the couches like always, like you could all still sit together. “I thought you were studying with Lily,” he said, looking back at Remus and Sirius, who were making their way over to sit on a loveseat to the left of you. “Not that we’re not happy to see you — you should’ve watched practice.”

“I…” You’d started, but it was like you suddenly didn’t know how to talk to any of them. Had James read it, too? Peter? 

“Why’s the fire so hot?” Sirius mumbled, attempting to change the topic as he groaned in annoyance and looked at the fire, your leather book sitting in it. He said nothing. 

“I completely forgot,” you said, sniffing as you stood. “About Lily. Thanks, James.” You went for the door, ignoring him telling you you left your book, and rushing to leave. You didn’t know where, and you felt like you couldn’t go anywhere. Every spot that was yours was theirs, too. The old classroom on the fifth floor, the Room of Requirement, the Astronomy Tower, even the library. 

But then you reminded yourself that they wouldn’t follow you. They wouldn’t care that much. It didn’t matter where you went, because they would leave you alone. And so you went where you always had to comfort Sirius, where he went to cry alone when he left home, when his brother stopped speaking to him, when he felt like his world was crumbling down. You went to the Astronomy Tower because it did mean something to you — it did matter. 

And the sadness that it provided was comforting. 

“I’ll take it to her,” Remus said, reaching for the book that was pulled away from him. 

“Maybe Sirius should do it,” Peter suggested quietly, earning a glare. “Just get it over with, mate,” was his response. “You’re dragging it on—“

“I think you’ve done enough,” James said. “The both of you.” He stood. “I’ll bring it to her, and I’ll talk to her because, in case you two forgot, we were all friends before you ruined everything—“

“Nothing’s ruined,” Remus said weakly, “I’m just — I’m giving her space. She wanted space. Then I’ll fix it.”

“I know you’re not that stupid.” Remus groaned, leaning back into the couch. “And you know this should’ve been fixed a month ago.” He looked at Sirius, his best friend, like he hardly knew him. “You fucked up,” he said quietly, like he didn’t want to tell him, and held the book out to him. “I’ll take it to her if you want, but Pete’s right, you could do it, too… Now that you’ve made everything worse.” 

He sighed, taking the book and swallowing down whatever fear he had of talking to you now and leaving. He had no idea where you’d go. There was nothing private between the three of you, no space in the castle, no secret feelings — at least there didn’t used to be. 

He went to every place but his, thinking you’d want to stay as far from him as you physically could, but as he went to every spot he knew and felt himself starting to worry that you went somewhere he couldn’t, he found himself going to the Astronomy Tower and preparing not to see you there. 

His steps were too loud to be careful, boots heavy on the metal ground and echoing as he climbed the stairs. He prepared for it to be empty, to prove he didn’t know you as well as he thought he did, that all his doubts had been right. At first, he thought he was. He thought it was all right as he saw the front vacant, but he looked toward the balcony, saw you sitting behind the railing and leaning on the wall, and felt his chest tighten and a need to go to you. 

“James?” You asked, turning back and meeting his eyes. “Oh…” Was all that came out of your mouth as you turned back toward the ledge. “I’ll go if you needed to—“

“I was looking for you.” A silence fell over you as he walked to the ledge, taking a seat next to you and setting the book aside. He took in a breath like he was preparing for something, like he’d planned out what to say if this moment — you two alone — ever came again. “I don’t know what to say.”

“Why did you come?” You asked, not bothering to wipe your eyes. “Did James tell you to?”

He was quiet, looking at the book beside him. “You left your book.” You sighed. “And I want to talk, just…”

“You want to talk to me now?” Your voice was small, broken in a way he’d never heard it before. 

“I know I can’t fix this.” He still couldn’t bring himself to look at you. “But… Can I explain myself?”

“Please.”

He took in a deep breath, ready for your reaction like he’d been planning all the ways it could go. “I was never upset with you — or wanting to push you away. Not at first.” You said nothing, and neither did he for a while. “I was trying to figure out how to tell you… something I’d been wanting— needing to tell you for a while now. I was trying to plan it out, how to do it, how to say it, and suddenly it was like we were thirteen again, and I had no idea how to talk to you without making a fool of myself… and with everything going on, it never felt like the right time. I wondered if you even felt the same way, and I… I shouldn’t have been, but I was…” He was half in his head, half speaking to you. “But you and Remus did it so easily. The couple thing, the I love yous, the comforting…” You shook your head. There was no way he was feeling jealous — or set aside. There was no way he felt what you did. You made sure he didn’t; you had the courtesy. He didn’t. “Then one night you left your diary in our room — I didn’t mean to — it was open — I never realized—“

“Breathe,” you told him, falling back into that comforting role you always took. 

“Don’t,” he told you, voice warning. “Just let me finish.” You quieted. “I didn’t think you’d ever feel that way, and when I first read it I was hurt — angry, more at myself than anything, but I wondered why you wouldn’t say anything, and I was just… The way you acted like everything was fine, when I knew how you were feeling, it was infuriating, but I couldn’t bring it up. Not when I’d invaded your privacy, and it was all I could think about… I could see you writing and I knew it was about how I was hurting you, how Remus came to you second, how you felt like there wasn’t room for the three of us anymore — and when I woke up and saw you with James…” You sniffed, but he kept talking. “I thought maybe you’d see that it wasn’t you, that I wanted you there, that I asked Remus for you to be on my side of the bed instead of his because I missed holding you, but I didn’t realize I’d hurt you enough to push you away.”

“I just wanted you to talk to me. I wouldn’t have cared if it was about the diary or not. I—“

“I’m not done,” he said quietly. “You won’t be as caring when I finish, so just… let me get it out.” You nodded warily. “I did start pushing you away after that. I know that. I decided to do it. I wanted you to leave,” it stung, and it made the tears start again, but at least it was the truth, “because if I couldn’t be good enough to you, why should you stay? Why put yourself through that—?”

You scoffed at him. “Because I love you?” You said it like he was stupid. “And I thought you loved me — even if you never said it, I thought…”

He shook his head. “I was waiting for you to say you were done, hoping you would because I didn’t want to keep hurting you, and I didn’t know how to talk to you anymore,” he was saying everything, getting it all out, because he knew this would be the end of it, “but then when it actually happened it was like — I didn’t even give you the chance to say it to me — it was like you really were done with me and I…” His hand went to his chest, like he could soothe his heart with his own cool touch. Like it would ever compare to yours. “I knew it’d hurt, because I knew you’d stay just for Remus, and I was the one who ruined it, but… and when he read it…” He was going from topic to topic again, shutting his eyes to try and focus himself into staying together. “I didn’t want him to know, but I showed it to him so that he at least knew why… and it hurt even more because he wasn’t even mad at me. He wouldn’t let himself be mad, but I know I ruined it even though I could’ve— I shouldn’t have let it get to this.”

“What could you possibly want to tell me that would mess things up this much?” You asked, tearful and taking in his words like they didn't break everything further. You had an idea, and you knew by his silence that you were right, but you didn’t want to hear it from him anymore. It was too late. “You were that afraid?” He wouldn’t speak. “You say it to Remus all the time—“

“Remus is different.”

If there was anything that could’ve been fixed, it'd have been turned to dust right there, his words hanging in the air like a secret you both knew and silently agreed not to tell. 

Your cries were silent as you bit down on your lip, feeling him reach out to you and pull you to his chest. It made you cry more. His hand, cradling your head to his chest, made you cry harder. Your body instinctively leaning into him made you want to scream. To shove him off of you. To tell him you hated him. 

He knew what he’d done. He knew that would drive you away for good. Away from the reality of his world, from the danger he couldn’t protect you from, from the eventual goodbye that would’ve been even worse than this. 

The truth, in its simplest form, was that he was too afraid after Dumbledore recruited them to the Order. Too afraid now that he knew he could leave one day, unable to tell you where he was going, and never come back. Too afraid that he would come back and you wouldn’t be there. 

At least Remus knew. At least Remus was with him, but they’d made the decision to keep you out of it. To keep you safe, they’d made the decision to let it fade with time, but he couldn’t do that. He knew it wouldn’t do that. 

He loved you too much. 

So, he needed a finite break, a guarantee that it wouldn’t mend itself. He knew Remus wouldn’t be able to do it, that he wouldn’t even agree to it. He knew he would have to be the one to hurt you, the one you would never look at the same, the one you wouldn’t extend care to after it was over. He knew Remus couldn’t live with being the one to do that, no matter what he said. No matter how strong he tried to be, you made him weak in a way that wouldn’t let him end it, even when it got this bad. 

And as he held you, he knew this would be the last time. 

But he also knew that it was so much harder to love someone, when the prospect of losing them was higher than coming home. 

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REMUS lupin in heat...

feat. slight breeding kink & over stimulation

REMUS was whiny, his knees buckling as you ignored him to finish your homework. "please...please..need you─s' bad.." he begged at your knees, kissing your thighs like his life depended on it. he was in rut...heat as most called it. it happened after every full moon for some reason, after it all. he'd whine and beg until he was able to have you, bury himself deep inside and hold you close while he was at it. his drive was high and his persistent pleading was higher, finger nails clawing at the plush skin of your thighs.

"hold on rem, I'm busy." you mumbled out of concentration, writing down words that spilt from your head to the parchment, deep in thought. "no, no I can't wait longer lovie, need you now." his accent rolled out as he became feral, his pupils growing in size as he bit and teased the areas closer and closer to your core.

that's how you ended up where you were now, legs hilted up to your chest as remus pounded into your cunt mercilessly. he was primal, bite marks littering your collarbone, chest, stomach and thighs─your sweet boy was still mindful of prying eyes, he'd never burden you with neck hickies unless you said it was okay to do so.

besides that he was absolutely feral, a huffing mess on top of you as his cock─now drenched in your slick─plunged in and out. squelching noises could be heard, and that only added to the steam on both of your skin. you moaned, pussy convulsing as your second orgasm flooded through your body; causing you to tremble. "f-fuhh..ck..rem─cant do it I can't do any more.." you could barely form a coherent thought, your cunt squeezing his dick like a vice as he groaned. he spilled his first load into your womb, head thrown back as he whimpered the relief off.

but he didn't stop, it only motivated him to fill you up even more. "f-fucking─a-ah...no I need to fill you up, need to make you full and round." he began to move once more, and you swore you would've exploded then from the over stimulation of the two orgasms you already had.

"sh─it! remus! I can't, please I can't!" you pleaded but you knew you didn't mean it, the powerless feeling you had felt good, and you craved it. despite your false protests he kept his pace, licking your sweaty breasts now and then.

"o-oh fuck.." he groaned, bottoming out deep inside your fluttering pussy as yet another orgasm is ripped from you, just merely on the feeling of his seed being spilt inside of you. "ah─so beautiful, full of my cum..mmh─cant let any spill, see how full you are my love?" he babbled on and on, pumping it deep in you making sure none of it spilled.

then he began again, "I know you have another one sweetness, give it to me? know you can my sweet girl." as he returned his vigorously paced fucking.

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sirius/james introducing shy!reader to remus. and shes just like quiet and in awe, but remus loves it.

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James is used to your personality after months of being your lecture neighbour, unperturbed by your quiet. "It's going to be fun," he promises, handing you a cold glass of cranberry vodka. "They're nice, okay? I won't let anyone irritate you." 

He's hosting a party and had the generosity to invite you round early. He's easing you in, so to speak. It took him two weeks of steady Hellos for you to work up the courage to say Hi back, another two weeks for small talk, a month before you felt comfortable speaking to him first. If you're that shy, a party is basically torture.

"It's not about irritating me," you say. 

"I know, I'm messing." James lists his head to the left. A second later, there's a knock at the door. "Aha. Wait here, shortcake, there's someone I want you to meet." 

"James," you say after him, wet from your glass leaking down to your sleeve, "what?" 

"I asked him to come early and say hello! He's quiet and handsome and you'll love him, just don't stare at his nose." 

What's wrong with his nose? you think, alarmed. 

James opens the door. Two new voices emerge, one scratchy and a little high, the other smoother. "I need to pee so bad," the scratchy one declares, followed by bounding footsteps up the stairs. 

"You alright?" the smoother asks.

You think there's patting, a hug, "I'm brilliant! You smell really nice, Remus, like a garden." 

"Lovely."

"In a good way! Come and meet my Y/N, you remember I told you about her nice gel pens?" 

James leads the smooth-voiced Remus into the living room. You hurriedly put down your drink and stand, wiping your wet hands in your shirt. You cringe at the darkening fabric but hide your grimace as they stop in front of you. 

"Remus, Y/N. Y/N, Remus," James introduces you both. 

Remus has a scar across his nose that seems cruelly cut. There's another beside it that starts in his upper lip, both of which end in his eyebrow. You know how self-conscious it feels to be looked at, so you manage to smile and offer your hand without too much of it. He's handsome with his scars, a nice nose with a ridge and brown eyes the colour of caramelised sugar.

"Hello," Remus says, shaking your hand. His is big enough to make yours feel small. 

"I invited her early because she's more fun than the rest of our lot," James says, throwing himself down on the sofa and kicking his legs out on the coffee table. 

Remus taps your elbow very gently as if to usher you to sit and sits down beside you, enough space to be casual but too little to stop the rampant nerves that blossom in your stomach. 

Remus asks about your life. What you're studying, where you're from, if James is being nice to you. While James is touchy in the rough older brother way, scrunching your shoulder and shaking you when you're not expecting it. Remus is touchy in a different way, you find, almost as if he doesn't know he's doing it. His shoe bumps your shoe, his hand falls down between his outer thigh and your own, his knuckles touching your jeans very lightly. He spins in his seat to talk to you. 

You don't notice other people arriving, nor the scratchy-voiced friends return. All you can do is look up at Remus with wide eyes. Your nerves meld to something warmer. 

"And what do you do?" you ask him. 

He smiles like you've wandered into a secret. "I'm trying to write a book." 

"He's being a bit much," Sirius says to James, the two now loitering in the doorway with matching beers. You and Remus chatter on, unaware of their running commentary.

"It's a very strong reaction. I knew she'd like him, but I didn't think she'd like him like that." James takes a sip of his drink. Remus asks you a quiet question. You duck your head, playing with your sleeves, and Remus, the bastard, ducks his head to follow your gaze, smiling at you all the while. 

James almost chokes, pointing his bottle toward you both as though Sirius isn't already looking. "He's eating it up. I forgot how flirty he is."

"She'll be nice to him, won't she?" Sirius asks, like it's a done deal. To be fair, Remus seems enthralled with you. 

"Definitely. She's very nice. Oh, look, that's sick, she's gonna pass out." James winces as Remus takes your arm into his hand. 

Remus wouldn't do anything cruel, but James wasn't joking when he told Remus that you were exceedingly, achingly shy. He's about to step in and rescue you, but you turn into Remus' touch and pull your leg up on the sofa to make yourself comfortable. Your voice is animated, if quieter than the average person's.

"Woah," James says, beaming.  

Remus flirts almost as a defence, like he wants to get the rejection over and done with so he can move on. You've yet to reject; you're looking up at him in moderate awe, your lips quirked into an easy smile. 

"Boo!" James calls, flicking his bottle cap at Remus, who brushes it away. "Took me three weeks to get a smile out of her," he mutters. "What a dick." 

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CEDRIC knew what kind of girl he'd long for, care for and look out for. yet to see her, just before his eyes wasn't what he had expected.

you, gorgeous─golden was that smile you had. butterflies seemed to follow you around like an aura you just so happened to carry.

and It attracted the sweet hufflepuff boy.

everyday he'd look out for you in the halls, biting his lip in anticipation of seeking your face in the crowds down the corridors. each turn he took his determination to find you only grew.

almost as if fate was listening to poor cedric you bumped into each other.

"ah! I'm sorry." your eyelashes fluttered as you apologized politely, trying to pick up your books that layed scattered on the cobblestone ground.

a hand is met over the top of yours and before you know it cedric diggory is picking your books up for you.

you smiled, watching him scurry to pick them up.

"i-im sorry I should've been more careful around these blind spots." he rubbed his neck shyly, handing you your books with shakey fingers. was he nervous?

"oh no it's quite alright, I was walking quite fast and gee, how smart of me to walk so close to the corner." you dismissed his reason with your own, cheeks flushed from the entire interaction.

it was warm, oddly warm.

sure it was autumn but there still lingered a slight breeze. not now, at least.

"I was actually looking for you." cedric spoke up quite bravely and stared you right in the eyes.

that surely didn't help set the fuzzy feeling in your stomach, but you simply nodded. you watched him stand while offering his hand, which you took gracefully.

the two of you walked along hogwarts, talking calmly about things that didn't really matter. thats what made the afternoon so charming. you walked along a cobblestone path outside, fingers slightly grazing as the sun set it's orange glow down on the both of you, the sky desaturated to a pale blue. it really was autumn.

"I had been curious about you ever since I first layed eyes on you." he admitted, and you yourself had to personally admit that was the cutest thing you had ever heard.

"'s that so? I didn't realize how interesting I seem to be." you playfully bantered and he chuckled at that. you lied earlier, that was the cutest thing you had ever heard.

"I too find you intriguing, cedric." you spoke not long after, still relishing the sound of his sweet laugh.

"thats great to hear because...my interest goes farther than simple curiosity." he stops you both at a small bridge, looking over the bridge to the small stream that lay ahead. "I think you're so wonderful, and it's got me hoping you think the same about me." his voice came out like syrup despite the vulnerability of the situation. he was spilling his guts to you like it was a prayer and you felt your heart strings tug at that.

"I do." you spoke with equal softness, careful about what you said and how you said it. "your so sweet and caring it makes my heart hurt."

your voice split him in two with the way his knees felt weak at your words. the meaning, the weight of them. the breeze was tranquil, small and medium sized brown and orange leaves flowing in the whistling wind. you felt so confident and so did he, that in that moment it just happened.

It felt like you blinked and your lips just connected. it was sweet, slow, delicate in a way you couldn't fathom. his hands snaked down to your back, holding you in place while one hand lifted to hold your cheek tenderly. it continued until you at last pulled away, soft breaths exchanged in the cool atmosphere.

"I really like you." he shivered at his own words, the delivery was something like a shy school girl's confession. yet instead of replying you found it best to just kiss him back.

he found it a bit funny, laughing against your lips on accident which only caused you to laugh along with him. "I really like you too, cedric."

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