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[howlyourmelancholy]

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Blog Update

i totally decided in the ten minutes since my last post that updating the aesthetics of this blog will help with my muse >_>

so new posts and things coming soon!

[howlyourmelancholy]

I haven't forgotten this blog. . . i'm just stuck? the 100 followers celebrations didn't pan out how i'd hoped, and admittedly i'm having trouble finding the muse to finish the prompts in my inbox.

i'm sorry babes. i might start anew and try another even at another time.

[howlyourmelancholy]

I'm still here

I just wanted to pop out a quick message to say I am still here <3

Life went hectic for a hot minute there and I wasn't doing well mentally so took a break from social media to focus on my mental health but I am back and will slowly be finishing off all the submissions for the sevens sins event. <3 <3

[howlyourmelancholy]

I'm so sorry ~ I broke my own heart while writing this too!

but thank you so much for taking the time to read and reblog <3 <3

Amortentia

summary: to her, he is the smell of Amortentia.

warnings: little bit of fluff, little bit of angst, it is SFW

word count: 450

a/n: this came of the blue while i was working one day, like a year ago, and have been sitting in my drafts for a while, while i figured out what i was going to do with this blog and how i wanted to set it up. finally figured out what i was doing, so came back to finish this. sorry in advance for the heartache :(

Sirius Orion Black is many things, and she would describe none of them as simple.

To her, he is the smell of Amortentia.

He is a mystery wrapped in leather, and she longed to understand him. He is a bad boy with a wicked tongue and old-world charm. He is someone who is unravelling because the world is smothering him.

He is midnight motorcycle rides beneath a pitch-black sky and hushed laughter as he snuck her out of the bedroom window. He is the wind in her hair and the adrenaline rush in her veins.

He is whisky-flavoured kisses and nights of endless passion. He is the reason she sees stars at night and why she can’t ever seem to catch her breath. He is dangerous and forbidden, but he is hers.

He is a beautiful soul, so full of love, and a dark fantasy come to life. He is the reason her thighs quiver at night and the reason she cries out for more. He is ecstasy, desire, and love.

He is every heartache and every recovery. He is the safety net that holds her close when the world threatens to consume her. He is the breath of a new day and the reason she smiles each morning.

She had never thought of him as anything else.

He is still the smell of Amortentia.

Except now he is beautiful lies and the broken promises that followed. He is a bad boy who grew into a bad man, whose silver tongue can only weave dark webs, not beautiful spells.

He is the knock at her door, and the authorities standing on her doorstep. He is the ice in her veins and the cause of her heart's skipping beats. He is the reason her world fell apart and the reason she still cries at night.

He is the taste of betrayal lingering on her tongue. He is the reason that she lies awake at night, longing for the past. He is the memory of a decade together—the memory of the future they’d both fought for.

He is the echo of a man she loved so dearly. He is the reminder that even love cannot save people. He is the heartache that brings her to her knees and the smell of roses on their caskets.

He is the cause of waggling tongues and loose lips. He is the reason she gets sympathetic looks every time she enters the room. He is the reason the world is cold, dreary, and oh so dark.

Sirius Orion Black is many things, and she would describe none of them as simple.

He is still the smell of Amortentia.

And she wants nothing to do with him.

[howlyourmelancholy]

hi love <3

how are you doing ? :)

i noticed you were inactive recently, so just checking up on you to make sure every thing is alright <3

my love ❤️❤️

I am okay, I promise. Australia has been a bit crazy lately, (bushfires, sandstorms, lightening storms, 96k winds), so I’ve been very distracted. Kinktober has also left me a bit drained of muse which is why I’m keeping the sins event going to longer than initially planned.

But I promise I’m still here!

[howlyourmelancholy]

The one is still going if people are interested ❤️

Seven Deadly Sins

welcome to my first follower celebration event! even though it's only a small number when compared to other blogs, i'm so incredibly grateful and thankful to all of you for welcoming me and helping me carve my own space here on tumblr. this event is dedicated to all of you as a thank you for helping me reach 100 followers!

for the next 30 days, (more if you all enjoy the event and want it to continue), i welcome all of you to send in requests for mood board and ficlets based on the below prompts. please make sure you read everything below before sending in requests.

OPTIONS

ficlets

moodboards

all ficlets will be between 500 to 1500 words while all moodboards will be between 6 to 9 images. each work will vary slightly as creativity strikes, and as free time becomes available to me.

when you send in a request please specify a character, a brief plot idea, and whether you’d like a ficlet or a mood board. if you do not specify, i will create whatever the muses gift.

PARTICIPANTS

marauders era

golden era

for this event i will be accepting characters from both the marauders era and the golden era. i will write fem x fem relationships, as well as poly relationships. to date i have yet to find any characters i'm not comfortable writing for, so there are no limitations of character choice.

please note that i write exclusively for fem readers, but will accept requests for some pairings (such as lily x james, emalia x sirius, sirius x remus).

SINS

each sin is unique and nuanced. don't be afraid to get creative - or if you're having trouble deciding, send in multiple requests or brainstorm with me in my messages! send in the colour coded hearts below along with a brief idea or plot, and a character of your choice to request.

below you will find the links to each fulfilled request.

GREED - 💚

FICLETS MOODBOARDS

GLUTTONY - 💜

FICLETS MOODBOARDS

LUST - ❤️

FICLETS MOODBOARDS

Constant Cravings

WRATH - 🧡

FICLETS MOODBOARDS

ENVY - 🖤

FICLETS MOODBOARDS

Green Eyed Envy

PRIDE - 💛

FICLETS MOODBOARDS

SLOTH - 💙

FICLETS MOODBOARDS

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Three of a Perfect Pair

summary: in which you're invited to join.

warnings: reader is invited for a moment into wolfstar's relationship. not poly!marauders. threesome. mentions of a posessive sirius. hinted at remus being the dom.

words: 665.

notes: honestly i'm a little disappointed in myself with this one. it just doesn't feel as good as earlier works and i think that's because i've been sick.

This was not what you’d expected when the boys first approached you. Both Remus and Sirius seemed so confident in themselves and secure in their relationship, and the thought of them inviting a third person, let alone you, seemed entirely insane. You knew that Sirius and Remus were wildly possessive of each other, but they'd insisted it was okay, and you'd agreed.

The rules were made perfectly clear—you weren't to be intimate with either of them unless the other was present. You weren't to flirt with them or touch them without the others explicit permission. And you weren't dating them. And that was fine.

But this, your current circumstance with the two boys, was not at all what you'd been expecting; in fact, it exceeded your expectations. Remus had laid himself on the bed, demanding that you both straddle him—Sirius on his waist and you on his face. It amazed you how talented Remus was and how he could split his focus so beautifully between the two of you.

His wicked tongue snacked between your slick folds, prodding at your hole with expertise, making you gasp into Sirius’ kiss. Remus grabbed your hips to pull you against his mouth as Sirius slowly seated himself on his cock, causing both of your lips to part in breathy moans felt against the others tongues. Sirius looked like a beautiful piece of art, with his lips parted and his inky-black hair a mess, as he took every inch of his lover while his own cock bobbed beautifully against his stomach.

You wanted to take him in your hands to feel how hard he was beneath your fingers. You wanted to take him in your mouth until the wiry black hairs at the base of his cock tickled your nose. You could do neither. Sirius fisted a hand in your hair to cement your mouth to his so that he could kiss you as though it were his last night on earth.

It was messy— with open mouth, teeth, tongue, and saliva. You weren't going to complain, not when Remus’ tongue was driving you closer and closer to orgasm in record time. Sirius fondled you without shame or hesitation, touching here, there, and everywhere he could reach, paying special attention to your nipples as he pawed your breasts with heavy hands.

Unable to help yourself, you reached out and wrapped a hand around his cock, stroking him with slow, firm flicks of your wrist while Remus' thrust into him. He felt like iron beneath your fingers, impossibly hard. You were both lost, entirely under Remus' control. You cried out when the boy's tongue pushed through your folds and into your hole, causing your thighs to shudder and shake around his head.

"T-here!"

Your voice was muffled by Sirius' tongue in your mouth, but Remus understood and prodded with his tongue again, hitting the same spot again and again. You braced a hand against his abdomen, which dipped beneath your touch as pleasure rippled through him in time with both of yours.

“Oh, fuck!” Sirius gasped against your lips.

If all of your senses weren't heightened and drawn so tight within your body, you would have been embarrassed about how quickly you came—a record time, to be sure. Had it been five minutes? More or less? It truly didn't matter. White-hot pleasure lashed through your body, starting in your toes and crawling up your spine until it was pouring from your mouth and into Sirius', where it retraced its path down his spine.

Fireworks exploded like the Fourth of July behind your closed eyelids. But it wasn’t just fireworks. It was like shooting stars and meteor showers, and the northern lights were dancing through your veins, setting your whole body alight.

You felt Sirius twitch beneath your fingers, felt Remus’ stomach dip beneath your hand, and felt him groan against your cunt, as they followed swiftly behind you, hurting towards their own release like a train with its breaks cut.

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Do Me Before You Do Your Homework

summary: in which he's trying to study.

warnings: cockwarming. needy/clingy reader. remus being a smidgen mean. hint or orgasm denial.

words: 891.

notes: i'm still in the mindset that you remus' lovers need more for him so here is another little blurb. i can never say no to remus being a little mean and a little dom.

“Stop moving.”

You whined softly in response to the rough tone with which he spoke. You tried to be still, but it was impossible, and instead, you squirmed, gasped, and preened under the feeling of his hard cock splitting you open. Remus filled you so completely; it felt like he was pressing against your cervix or your voice box, which would explain why you couldn't speak.

You were seated in Remus' lap, your legs spread and wrapped around his waist, your arms around his shoulders, and your face buried in the crook of his neck. He was studying again, and you were bored again. While you understood his grades were important and that he wanted to pass his classes, not that there was even a remote possibility of him failing, you wanted his attention.

You were more important than questions about potions. Especially considering you were sitting in his lap, almost naked, and practically begging him to fuck you. "Remus." You breathed his name in a soft moan as you swirled your hips in a slow circle, making his grip tighten around his quill to the point that it bowed and almost snapped. "I want you. Please, baby."

He almost gave in. Your breath was hot on his skin, and your lips were a silken caress as you kissed and sucked a dark mark into his neck. He could feel how wet you were just from sitting on him; he could feel it each time your slick walls squeezed around him. He was sure his jeans were soaked. His hand came to rest on your backside, long fingers splayed wide and grabbing greedily.

Remus gave you a taste, a brief preview of what you'd get if you were a good girl, and stayed still. Your eyes rolled back as he thrust his cock into you, catching on every mind-numbing spot on his way. You felt his cock press tightly against the spongy spot when he stopped and settled back into place. "I have to finish this," he said with a sigh. His blunt nails dug into the fat of your arse as he struggled to fight down his own desires.

It would have taken no effort for him to shove his books and scrolls off the desk and sprawl you atop it. In a heartbeat and the blink of an eye, he could be shadowed above you, driving his cock as deep as possible into your slick walls, searching for that exquisite high that he could only find with you.

As though you sensed his hesitation, you rolled your hips again, drawing back and sinking down the length of his cock with a drawn-out moan. His fingers gripped your arse tighter, your doughy flesh aching with the familiar feeling of bruises. "I need you now," you whined, words emphasised by the satin clutch of your cunt.

Remus hissed beside your ear; the sound was strained, and his breath was hot when it hit your skin. "My girl's so fucking needy today," he cooed mockingly. His tone was rough, somehow even rougher than his fingers, which now kneaded the flesh of your arse while you rolled and swirled your hips, chasing the climax that was starting to tease you. His hand came down hard and without warning against your arse, making you squeal and jolt in his lap.

"I said stop moving."

Once again, you whined in response. His tone was darker this time, holding firmly to the warning that you wouldn't like the punishment if you didn't listen to him. Remus grabbed you by the hair and pulled hard, dislodging it from the ponytail you'd had when he brought your face to his. His brows were pinched together, and his lips were set into a tight line. "If you can't be a good girl and sit still for ten damn minutes, then I'm not letting you cum tonight."

He felt the splash of moisture at your core and how it dripped down his shaft; your tight hole was leaving a creamy ring at the base of his cock. He gripped your hair tighter, tingling your scalp with a pleasurable sort of pain that made you dig your nails into his shoulders through his shirt. You felt him shiver beneath and you felt his lips ghosting over yours to swallow the needy whines you were making.

"Remus, please," you repeated, using the sweetest voice you could muster in that moment. The climax that had been teasing you was ebbing away, slipping through your fingers like water, swept away like leaves in a summer breeze. Tears glistened on your lash line as you chased his mouth, kissing him softly and slowly, letting your tongue coax his out to play.

When you finally pulled away, taking in a much-needed breath, you thought you might have won. Lines of saliva kept your lips connected, and he was staring at you with dark desire. His eyes were blown with lust, and you felt him twitch within your warm walls.

"No."

You whined, a small sob welling up in your chest as he held tight to your hair, refusing to let you hide against his neck. "Now," he growled through his teeth, forcing you to meet his eye. "You sit fucking still, like a good girl, and warm my cock. Maybe after, I'll fuck you."

[howlyourmelancholy]

hi ash! hope you're doing well <3

congratulations on 100 followers 🌷

for your celebration could i get a moodboard based on wrath with sirius black? maybe like a arranged marriage trope?

feel free to ignore if you feel uncomfortable or the request doesn't interest you xoxo

thank you! 🍂

ahhh thank you so much for joining in, love!! <3

no lie you're so quickly becoming my fav person here. thank you, thank you.

here you are, i hope you like it. <3

[howlyourmelancholy]

'Tis said that wrath is the last thing in a man to grow old.

here you are my love. I hope you like it! i don't personally imagine sirius to be the abusive type, but he certainly would hate the idea of an arranged marriage, or being beholden to anyone on terms not his own.

[howlyourmelancholy]

i'm going to call an end to kinktober early, sorry my loves. my muse is burning out, and i really want to focus more of the followers event. thank you to those that had read, followed, and liked my work over the last few weeks. <3

you're so very appreciated and i love you all.

[howlyourmelancholy]

Isn't It Lovely?

summary: in which he gives you aftercare.

warnings: sub/dom tones. subspace. aftercare. sirius praising his girl like it's second nature. reader being entirely smitten with him also a bit of a nympho. sirius also being his smug, teasing self.

words: 966.

notes: this is more so implied smut then actually in the moment smut but it was nice to write sirius is a soft!dom light instead of his harder dom persona.

You came back to yourself a piece at a time, almost as though you were liquid being poured down your own spine, your consciousness slowly filling your body. You felt like you were floating somewhere above the clouds. It was only Sirius' soft voice that brought you back into the present moment. Sirius rubbed his hand slowly up your back, his calloused fingers rough against your skin, which was still sizzling and sensitive. You whined under his touch, your body twisting restlessly and your hips wriggling enticingly.

He might have been enticed to fuck you again had he not already broken you.

"There she is," Sirius cooed when you peeled your heavy eyelids open to stare at him. Your eyes were glassy and your vision was blurred, but he was a beautiful vestige that broke through the haze that clouded your thoughts. His hair was damp with sweat, clinging to his forehead and sticking to his neck in the shape of inky-black tendrils. As you blinked away tears, a slow smile crept across your lips. You could see the marks you'd left on his skin—shallow scratches and love bites here, there, and everywhere.

He looked perfect; no, he was perfect. Sirius was the only man who loved you how you needed to be loved, the only one to fuck you how you craved to be fucked. In the evening, when you'd had a long, tough day, it was his cock that split you open while your ankles framed his pretty face. It was his palm prints that stung your face, thighs, and arse, and it was his name you screamed.

"Hi, pretty girl," he whispered as he leaned down to press soft kisses against your forehead and cheeks before finding your mouth. You parted your lips for him, tasting yourself on his tongue when it swept through your mouth in search of your own. It was messy and passionate; a string of saliva connected your lips when he slowly retreated.

"Hi," you answered, your voice dripping with exhaustion. You managed a sleepy smile as he manoeuvred you onto your back. "Siri, m'all achy."

“I know, but you did so good.” His voice was deep, having dropped an octave or two and turned into a rasp that made you rub your thighs together. You felt the sticky mess of both your orgasms against your skin and whined. You swore he did it on purpose—he always did. Sirius treated it almost like a game. He could turn you off with a look across the room, a simple touch, or even a word when whispered in that rasping voice.

He moved to kneel between your legs, which fell open for him, either on instinct or invitation. Sirius chuckled as he ran a hand up your leg, starting at your shin and then pausing for a moment at your need before drifting slowly, higher, and higher. "Felt so good fucking you, pretty girl. Pussy was so wet for my cock. She must have missed me today, huh?"

Your breath hitched when his fingers prodded the crease of your thigh, right where it met your mound, so close and yet still so far. Every word he said and every touch he made felt like lightning arching through your body, like an electrical current that left you squirming on the sodden sheets. You were hypersensitive, to the point where it still felt like flames were licking up and down your spine, but Sirius could play you like a damn fiddle. Each stroke of his fingers was precise enough to hurl you into the depths of desire all over again.

"Siri," you gasped as you canted your hips towards his touch. He smirked at you, a lazy tipping of his lips that made your heart somersault inside your chest. He was looking at you with dark, hooded eyes, as though you were the only woman in the world. He looked starved, and you wanted desperately to satisfy his hunger.

"You look so good like this," he cooed as he pushed his fingers through your puffy lips, the tips of them gathering the mess of your mixed releases. You keened when he slipped those same fingers inside your hole, pushing the mess inside as his lips followed the path of your tears into your hairline. Sirius moved his mouth to your ear, where he nibbled on your lobe and where he could whisper his next words as though they were a terrible secret for you alone.

"Look so fucking pretty with my cum leaking out of you. It makes me want to fuck another load into you. Would you like that, pretty girl? I'm sure you would. You're such a good girl for me; take my cock so well, and always use your manners when you want to cum." He was rambling, drunk on you, high from the contact of his lips on your skin and his fingers in your cunt.

Your eyes rolled back into your skull when his thumb found your clit. You grappled wildly at his wrist—whether to pull him closer or push him away, you didn't know yet. "I-I c-can't." You said quickly, words strained as he circled your nub once and then twice, his fingers working you quickly into over stimulation. He'd made you cum six times tonight already; you didn't think you'd survive a seventh time.

"You need a rest first?" He hummed, his lips finding your neck so that he could suck a dark mark into your skin. "You deserve it. You did so well for me; always do so well for me. I'll get you cleaned up and then get you some water. How's that sound?"

You could only hum in response when he finally removed those damnable, perfect fingers, granting you the rest your body craved.

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Passion is the source of our finest moments

this isn't a request but sirius is my favourite, and honestly a bit of a whore in my headcannon. i like to imagine he's got stamina for days and isn't on to keep his desires secret.

[howlyourmelancholy]

congratulations on 100!!

🖤 how about something with Remus and Envy?yearning, jealousy, drama? angst? thank you ash

here you are love ! 🖤

i hope you like it 🖤

[howlyourmelancholy]

Envy eats nothing except its own heart.

dear nonnie, you didn't specify if you wanted a ficlet or moodboard, so i chose the latter. a tiny bit of thought behind the image; i picked blue camellias, which are said to represent love and longing, and snakes, which are said to represent fear and disgust. in my headcannon, i imagine remus is pining for someone who he shouldn't—say an enemy, or the girlfriend of one of his friends. it's open for interpretation, really.

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Closer

summary: in which you hate each other.

warnings: light restraints; (james used his tie). spanking. dom/sub undertones. reader and james are both subborn af. james is also a bit of an arse.

words: 734.

notes: you can thank nine in nails for the title of this one. its shorter then i'd have liked it to be but i was on a time crunch, sorry loves.

To say that you and James Potter hated each other was too kind of a word. The two of you loathed each other with every fibre of your beings and beat of your hearts; when you spoke, the hatred was palpable, radiating from the both of you in near tangible waves.

It was for that reason that your current predicament would come as a complete surprise. You were on his bed with your hands tied at the small of your back with his Gryffindor tie looped tightly around your wrists. James had a hand fisted in your hair to push your cheek into the mattress while he teased the tip of his cock between your slick folds, leaving your hips twisting for more, which he was refusing to give you.

"Say it." He demanded as his cock hit your clit, leaving you clenching around nothing. James knew exactly what you wanted, but he wasn't prepared to give it to you until you gave him what he wanted. His hand landed on your arse, the fat of your left cheek bouncing and jiggling as you squealed. James had never been gentle with you; he never would be. "Tell me what you want."

"No."

Even in your ears, your voice sounded weak and small. You hated how it wavered with the intensity of the desire he'd ignited in the pit of your stomach. He growled above you, and you heard him suck in a breath through his teeth. It was your only warning before his hand landed on your ass again, in the same spot, harder this time, leaving a perfect imprint of his palm on your skin.

He whistled lowly as your skin deepened in colour. He could make out the shape of all five fingers and could see the blood rushing to the surface of your skin. Suddenly he was shadowed over you, his chest pressing into your back and his abdomen against your hands. You wriggled impatiently and tugged at your wrists, his tie chaffing them. James pulled hard on your hair, forcing your head back so he could brush his lips along the shell of your ear. You whimpered. The position pushed his cock deeper between your folds so that the length of him was resting along your slit, which drooled around him.

"Come on," he whispered, his breath hot against your skin. He bucked his hips against you teasingly, the slap of his pelvis hitting your arse echoing sinfully loud around the empty room. You whined pathetically. "Be a good girl. Say you want my cock."

He was wearing you down so fucking quickly. You wanted to be a brat; you wanted to deny him what he wanted, but your cunt was drooling. You bit hard at the inside of your cheek, teeth gnashing until you tasted blood.

“No.” You repeated.

His hand came down hard, and without warning, the resounding crack of his palm on your left cheek made a sickening echo. You squealed, your hips twisting to escape the assault, tears springing from your eyes, and slick looking at your core.

"Don't fucking test me, or you're not cumming at all tonight. Or this week."

“Please.” You mumbled, his threat encouraging your voice. You knew that he was deadly serious. He would edge you into oblivion before he let you cum. You swore you heard him smile above you.

"Please what?"

"Please fuck my pussy—ah!"

He slammed into you without preamble, seating himself comfortably within your snug walls. The stretch of his cock bordered between pleasure and pain, as it always did, his sudden intrusion punching the air from your lungs. James filled you so completely, pressing as deep as he could, right up against your cervix or somewhere in the back of your throat.

He kept his hand in your hair and pushed your face into the mattress again, muffling the sounds of your pornographic moans. James fucked you like he always did, hard and fast, without mercy. He never treated you like a person but rather like a toy—an object to take his frustrations out on, a hole to fill with cum. But you liked it, and he knew you did. The wet squelching of your cunt clinging to him each time he pulled out and pushed back in was a clear indication that you got off on his behaviour.

“See, that wasn’t so hard, was it?”