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Teasing kisses - Remus Lupin

summary: basically just dry humping with Remus cw: smut, dry humping, kind of sub!remus? 0.9k+ wc

You pressed kisses alongside the trail of Remus’s jawline, listening to the rhythm of his breathing. Your lips travelled back up to his face, kissing his cheeks, jaw, forehead, and lips, before dipping away again and continuing to cover his body in kisses. Remus’s hands laid on your hips, straddling his own, fingers twitching ever so often in an attempt not to move. Another kiss on his lips and his eyes were fluttering shut, leaning into you, but the kiss was already gone and you continued your loving attack on him. Remus kept his eyes closed, feeling the soft press of your lips against his scarred skin, listening to the steady beat of your heart. When Remus felt your lips approaching his, he straightened his back against the headboard of his bed, puckering his lips slightly. He felt your smile on his lips when you finally kissed him, but gasped slightly when you pulled away again torturously. Remus’s eyes flew open and he whined in need, begging a quiet “Please.” Your lips stilled against his skin, pulling away slowly before making solid eye contact with your boyfriend. 

“Please.” He breathed out again, eyes desperate. You smiled, one hand cupping Remus’s jaw, and leaning forward to lock lips with him. Remus inhaled deeply, a hand moving to hold the nape of your neck gently as he pulled you deeper into the kiss. His mouth opened slightly, prompting you to slide your tongue in between his lips, eliciting a quiet moan from the boy in front of you. Remus glided his tongue against yours, trying to gain access to your mouth before giving up and letting you have control. You giggled into the kiss, pulling away briefly before Remus was chasing your lips with his, desperately reconnecting them. He pecked your lips a few times, enjoying the feel of them against his, before letting you extend the kiss, pushing his chest back so he could fully lean against the headboard once more. You trailed your kisses back to his jaw, but one of Remus’s hands was instantly cupping your cheek and leading you back to his lips. You let Remus eagerly push his tongue into your mouth, licking harshly against your tongue to deepen the kiss.

Sighing in satisfaction, you ground your hips down against Remus's, rolling them experimentally. Remus shot away from you, a string of saliva connecting your lips as he gasped "Shit! Don't do that!" with a hand coming down to grip your bare thigh, just underneath your skirt. Scanning his panicked expression, you couldn't help the smile on your face when you felt his hardening cock straining against his trousers. "Why not?" You prodded, pushing your weight down onto his dick. Remus cursed under his breath, "I'll cum in my trousers." He replied with a whine, as though he knew it wasn't a good enough excuse for you to stop. Giggling corruptly, you resumed your movements, grinding down on your boyfriend's pelvis, a loud moan escaping you when your clit rubbed against the denim of his jeans. "Fuck, that feels too good." You mumbled, eyes fluttering closed momentarily. When you opened your eyes, Remus's expression had changed, jaw slack in awe.

Pressing kisses across Remus's collarbones, you smiled at the sound his quiet moans. You knew Remus had the strength to flip you over if he really wanted you to stop, but teasing him was just too fun. Remus gripped your hips, pushing you down onto his lap while his hips bucked up. It seemed to be a situation of 'I'll cum like this if you cum like this.' Biting down on the skin of Remus's neck, you tried muffling your moans, however you were unsuccessful. Remus cupped your face with both his hands, pulling you back up to slam your lips against his while you took charge of moving your hips, reaching down to pull your underwear to the side, maximising the friction.

All of a sudden, Remus was gripping your hips again, bucking his hips up to help flip you over, emitting a loud gasp from you as you broke the kiss. He used one hand to flip your skirt up before his hand migrated next to your head. Remus watched the movements of his hips against your cunt before deciding to lean forward on his forearms and reconnecting your lips in a kiss. You couldn't help but cry out into the kiss, wrapping your legs around your boyfriend's hips to pull his hips flush against you. Remus pulled away from the kiss, digging his head into the crook of your neck as his breathing sped up, small moans escaping his mouth with every hump of his hips into you. You whined restlessly, bearing nearly Remus's full weight as he rolled his hips into you, otherwise laying completely flat against you. "Fuck, fuck, I'm coming, I'm coming baby." Remus muttered as his hips became erratic against you, the harsh movement causing the cold zipper of his jeans to slide against your clit. The rough metal created the most perfect friction for you and you bucked your hips up, moaning loudly as your orgasm overtook your body, back arching off the mattress.

Remus laid flat against you as you recovered from your orgasm, lifting himself off you as you finally caught your breath. He unbuckled the belt around his hips to shimmy out of his jeans, and inevitably his sticky boxers. You sat up straight on the bed, watching him peel his boxers off, and copied his movements with your panties, tossing them to the side before crawling across Remus's bed and gripping his wrinkled shirt, sitting back on your ankles. Remus leaned down, giving you a soft kiss and gasping when your hands trailed lower teasingly. "Come on loverboy, we're not done yet."

ideas for a 3k celebration

i can't believe that in september i was thanking everyone for 2k followers and 2 months later we're already halfway to 3000!

so just to get myself organised, i was thinking of doing a 3k celebration when the time comes, but since my 1k celebration wasn't so successful, I want to take ideas from you guys! I've also written some ideas I'm thinking of which you can choose from!

→ celebrating the seasons with 3k followers (summer is smut, spring is fluff, autumn is angst and winter is a fusion). Request any character from my list with a season to go with it.

→ character bingo: an attempt to write for every single character I write for in a span of 2 months! Once a request comes in for a character, it's the only request I'll take for them in the celebration. The goal is to cross them all out in a bingo. There can be one bingo for each fandom, or one giant bingo for all.

→ tropes and blokes: send me a character and one popular trope from my list and I'll combine them in a fic!

→ 3k x 3k: 3 fandoms (3 characters from each fandom), 3 genres (angst, fluff, smut), 3 prompts, 3 (hundred) words. I'll have a list of the fandoms/characters I'll be writing for, just send the character, prompt, genre and I'll write a 300 word drabble!

Just to be clear, this post itself is not a 3k followers celebration, I'm just throwing ideas for what I'd like to do.

Fancy ride - Sirius Black

summary: Sirius gets jealous when you're sharing stories from your date with Evan, so you put him in his place. cw: jealous!sirius, caught making out wc: 2.3k+

"It was the most inappropriate joke but something about it just worked, I don't know."

The marauders all sat in the common room, listening to you recall the story of your apparently amazing date with Evan to Lily and Marlene. The girls asked questions about information James and Remus claimed they did not want to know, despite leaning forward to hear you better. Sirius sulked on the couch next to Remus, who had whispered to him to be nice before you'd started your story, well-aware of his feelings for you. Now, looking at the boy, he was shocked. Sure, Sirius always flirted with you, but everyone always thought it was just for shits and giggles, two good friends poking fun at each other. Or at least, Remus thought Sirius just had a little crush - nothing big. He thought Sirius would be ask mean questions about your date, belittling his masculinity, however he only sat silently on the couch with a frown on his face.

Loud giggles from the three girls opposite Sirius had his head snapping up, attention grasped. His eyes locked on you, sitting on the floor laughing, hands clasped around Lily's bicep as you leaned on her for support to sit up straight. Sirius glanced towards the two boys sitting on his right: James's face was flushed pink at the intimate details being shared and Remus was laughing along with you guys in disbelief. "Shit, well how fancy was his ride at least?" Remus added, throwing you and Marlene into another fit of giggles. Sirius furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, not understanding the relevancy to the date. Shit, he wished he was listening now. "Wait I don't get it. He picked you up to the place so you're in love with him now?"

When the laughing calmed down, Marlene scrunched her face up, muttering "What?" With an amused scoff and Lily gave him an almost pitying look that had Sirius throwing his hands into the air in surrender, saying "I zoned out for two seconds, I don't know what happened." You smiled at him, a gorgeous smile that made Sirius feel like the most special person in your life. God, you were too nice to him. He smiled back at you. "No, Sirius. He was my ride, if you know what I mean." Sirius's smile dropped as Lily squealed at the reveal of new information, reaching for her butterbeer. "You fucked!?" Marlene questioned, and you nodded, almost proudly, gesturing towards Remus with a nod. "Remus had a feeling, didn't you Rem?" The boy nodded, leaning back against the couch.

"Hence the question." He said, looking over to James and slapping a hand on the boy's shoulder. He looked horrified. "Jesus prongs, it's as though you've never had sex!" Remus exclaimed with a laugh. "I didn't know this was how girls spoke about us afterwards!" He yelled, voice comedically high-pitched. Despite the commotion, Sirius found your eyes still on him, observing his reaction. You were fiddling with your necklace nervously, afraid that he was judging you. "What? You asked the long-haired boy, making everyone's attention turn towards you. Sirius shook his head quickly "Nothing. I just feel like I should have been listening to the rest of the story now." You laughed at his response, but Sirius could tell it wasn't genuine. You knew he was lying.

"I don't know if James is up to hear any more information-" "Forget James!" Remus interrupted, picking up his butterbeer and rounding the table to sit with you and the girls on the floor. "I want to know." You giggled, and Sirius took note of how the smile reached your eyes this time. "Wait so was the ride taking you, or were you riding the ride?" Marlene not-so-subtly questioned, her eyebrows raised in curiosity. "A little bit of both." Remus hummed, muttering into his bottle "That's probably why I can still smell it on you." You gasped, jumping up and screeching "You're joking! I've showered twice since!" In the corner of your eye, you watched Sirius stand up, walking towards the staircase. Your gaze followed him, head turning to see him disappear up the stairs. James stood up too, jokingly stating "Well I'm going to let you girls finish your little gossip session" before following his best friend. Remus threw a pillow at James, narrowly missing his retreating figure.

When you turned back towards your best friends, finding their eyes locked on you, you retreated into yourself, mumbling "What?" Lily cocked her head to the side, a knowing expression on her face. "Why'd you care so much about what he thinks of your date?" Pointed out Marlene, leaning against the table. Remus's face contorted into one of confusion, going silent as he observed the interaction. You rolled your eyes, turning your attention to the lit fireplace to avoid eye contact with either of your dorm-mates.

"It's fine to admit-" "No I won't!" You cut Marlene off, sharply turning towards her. "Because the second I admit that I like him out loud it becomes real." You whisper-yelled at her. A silence dawned on you and the girls, but Remus gasped loudly. "You like Sirius!?" He asked, matching the volume of your voice and looking around the common room after name-dropping. "Men." Lily scoffed, and you followed her action, scoffing too. "What about Evan?" He asked. "Evan was a date. I had fun with him. Once. It's different with Sirius." Remus put his bottle on the table, the glass making a loud slamming sound as he did. He turned towards you, saying "Y/n he likes you too. He likes you too much." You shook your head at Remus's words, telling him "No, Sirius is protective and pretends to flirt with me to make me feel better about myself. He doesn't like me, he's just pissed I'm not playing his game right now."

Remus's jaw went slack in shock, shaking his head aggressively. "No, no, y/n, Sirius doesn't just flirt with people he doesn't like." Ouch. "Remus!" Lily scolded, watching as your face changed, and your eyes went glassy. "So he just likes everyone then?" You spat, and Remus's eyes widened, shaking his head even faster now. "No, no, you don't get it! You just can't tell when Sirius is actually flirting with someone. There's a very fine line between flirting and being nice for Sirius." He insisted. None of you looked convinced.

"Save your breath Remus, you're not making it any better." The boy ran his hands over his scarred face, thinking up solutions. "I know! He'll just tell you himself!" Your eyes widened when Remus stood up, realisation dawning on you. "Remus no!" You tried, but the boy wasn't listening to you, already halfway to his dorm. Speeding up your pace, you chased Remus up the stairs, only catching his wrist hallway across the hallway when he came to a stop in front of his door. "Remus," you whispered, panting lightly. "Don't." Remus looked at you for a while before finally nodding when he noticed the fearful look in your eyes. Unfortunately, the door to the dorm swung open nonetheless, and you found James stood in front of you. He took a moment to look at you and your hand wrapped around Remus's wrist, confusion settling onto him.

Unluckily for you, directly facing the doorway, Sirius sat at the window nook, smoking a cigarette near the open window. He observed the scene just as James did, and you let go of Remus's wrist, letting your arm fall to your side. Remus looked at you with a pleading look on his face. "Just fucking tell him." You scoffed, an incredulous look on your face. He finds out about your crush and five minutes later has you trying to tell Sirius? Absolutely not.

"No."

Sirius exhaled, smoke from the cigarette dispersing in the air. "Tell who what?" Sirius asked, making both your heads snap towards him. James slid through the doorway and between you and Remus, watching you from the other side of the door now. You angrily strolled into the dorm and Remus's eyes lit up, watching as you snatched the cigarette from between Sirius's lips, telling him "I thought you said you were gonna quit smoking." Putting the cigarette between your lips, you inhaled deeply as Sirius scoffed, muttering "Fucking hypocrite." Remus grinned, reaching over to shut the door before turning to James. "Progress." The confused boy grimaced, letting out a clueless 'huh?'

On the other side of the door, you stood looming over Sirius as you smoked silently, eyes shutting in satisfaction. "Give that back! Aren't you supposed to be talking about the mind blowing sex you had?" Sirius growled, taking the cigarette from you, watching as you sat down next to him, exhaling the smoke into his face with an annoyed smirk. Fuck. Sirius gulped, inhaling the smoke in the air. God knows he would have yelled at anyone else who did that, but with you? It was sexy. "What's so annoying about the sex I have? God knows I've had to listen to you talk about countless women." Sirius swallowed, cheeks heating up. You had a point. "You just annoyed that the sex I have isn't with you?"

Sirius froze, the cigarette burning between his fingers. You smiled condescendingly, taking the cigarette from him and bringing it back to your mouth. You inhaled, leaning back on the pillows behind you, your head hitting the cool glass of the window. The cigarette rested between your fingers, hand draped over the couch as you blew the smoke into the air, staring up at the ceiling. You felt your heart aggressively beating against your chest, swallowing a lump in your throat as you attempted to keep your nonchalant attitude. Sirius’s face popped in your ray of vision. Glancing at him, you realised how much closer he was to you now, hand propped right next to your shoulder to hold himself up, leaning over your torso. “What?” Your wall of confidence wavered, and you took in a shaky breath, eyes softening in fear of his judgement. “Remus told me everything.” You blurted out, a fake confidence in your voice that Sirius didn’t buy for a single second.

“Sit up.” Sirius spoke, shuffling away from you to make space for you to sit properly. “What?” You mumbled, pushing yourself up on your elbows. “Sit up so we can have a proper conversation.” Following Sirius’s orders, you sat up, leaning over to put the cigarette out on the ashtray in front of you before resting your hands on your thighs. Sirius stayed silent in front of you, a solemn look on his face. He only stared at you, as though trying to decipher the look on your face. You felt sick. “Sirius I swear to god if you reject me I’m going to throw up out of that window.” Sirius grimaced at your words, scrunching his nose up before snapping his head towards you.

“Wait, me reject you?” Sirius breathed out. You nodded wordlessly, watching as Sirius’s face morphed into twenty different emotions before starting to speak again. “Remus told you I like you.” You hummed. “So why on earth would I reject you?” Shrugging your shoulders, you opened your mouth to speak, but he beat you to it. “I thought you were here to reject me.” Your back straightened at Sirius’s words automatically. “Remus wasn’t lying?” It was Sirius’s turn to shake his head, and he hesitantly moved closer to you on the couch.

“What about Evan?” Sirius asked, and you felt his cold breath on your face. You reached a hand over to push Sirius’s black locks behind his shoulder, cupping his jaw and stroking his cheek with your thumb. “Sirius, he was never a real option.” A relieved grin made its way onto Sirius’s face, shifting his weight to lean closer to you, cupping your cheeks to bring your face closer to his, and pulling you into a desperate kiss. You gasp the seconds your lips touch, both hands closing in on the fabric of Sirius’s shirt. You let Sirius manhandle you onto your back, his torso hovering over yours as he needily deepened the kiss, pushing his tongue into your open mouth. You whined as one of your hand slipped under Sirius’s untucked shirt, feeling his muscles clench at your soft touch. Sirius barely pulled away from you, biting softly at your bottom lip before kissing you properly again, bringing his body closer to yours so you could feel his chest touching yours, hair falling over his shoulders to tickle your cheeks.

Just as Sirius brought his hips down, dragging them across yours, the door to the dorm slammed open, and Sirius jerked away from you, straightening up so he straddled one of your thighs. Your head snapped towards the door and the two silent teenagers who stood there. James gestured with his hand awkwardly, and you felt your face heat up as he said “We were sitting outside and we just- we uh-” “-We thought we should check on you. Just… in case.” Remus finished for him, eyes glued to Sirius, now pulling on his shirt to make himself look a little more presentable. When Remus and James still don’t move, you pushed yourself up on your arms to help yourself sit up, and your thigh pushed upwards, grazing Sirius just between the legs. The boy gasped loudly, hands immediately flying to his crotch, and he jumped off you, instantly walking towards the doorway, where Remus and James stood. “Well, you checked up on us for sure!” Sirius exclaimed, pushing the door closed and forcing them out into the hallway.

When Sirius swung around to face you again, you were already stood behind him, and your hands immediately got to unbuckling his trousers. You dropped to your knees and Sirius felt himself get harder at the sight of you looking up at him with a glint in your eyes. His hand reached back, blindly searching for the doorknob until he heard the ‘click’ of the lock. Outside, Remus and James stood still in confusion and near awkwardness. They didn't say a single word until they heard a loud moan on the other side of the door, and immediately scrambled away, tripping over their feet to reach the common room.

I ACCIDENTALLY DELETED A MARAUDERS REQUEST AND I AM SO GUTTED IT WAS SUCH A GOOD REQUEST AND I BARELY EVEN REMEMBER WHAT IT WAS ABOUT

IF THE ANON SEES THIS BY ANY CHANCE CAN YOU PLS RE-SEND IT I DONT REMEMBER IT BUT IT HAD FLOWERS AND WAS BASICALLY OFF THE OTHER POST I WROTE FOR POLY!MARAUDERS NAMED 'NECKLACE'

every couple of months i say something along the lines of 'i have a new fic idea that will break tumblr' and here i am again...

anyway this time it's a sirius black x rockstar!reader and when i say marauders fans are gonna eat this one up...

Bed side drawer - Peter Parker

summary: when Tony finds a box of condoms Peter's bed side drawer, he doesn't expect Peter's girlfriend to walk into the room, causing an awkward interaction. a/n: my toxic trait is that i always imagine tasm!peter even tho it's in the avengers universe 0.6k wc

When Peter walks into his bedroom, the first thing his eyes lay on is the box of condoms in his mentor's hand. Tony Stark smirks from where he sits on his mentee's bed, drinking the cup of coffee Aunt May had so graciously prepared him. Peter's eyes go wide, flickering between his open bed side drawer and his mentor, and he dives across the room to get the box from him. Peter nearly hits his head against the wall when Tony tosses the box in the air, catching it in his hand when it falls down again. Peter's face flushes red as he scrambles back up, straightening his bed sheets where he haphazardly landed on them, mouth gaping open. Peter can hear you laughing with his Aunt May in the living room about another one of May's stories. She always had to tell you about the stories of how smitten he was with you, an attempt for your relationship to last forever. He needs to get that box before you walk in because that was not the situation he imagined you'd meet Mr. Stark in. He refused to let it happen.

Peter tilts his head to the side with desperate eyes, begging "Please give me those Mr. Stark." Tony grins teasingly, saying "You know these only work when there are two people involved, right?" Peter doesn't have time to react before the door to his room opens again and you walk in, saying something about the story Aunt May had told you before your eyes land on the older man in the room, prompting you to go silent. Oh no, Peter thinks. Tony quickly's eyes quickly scan you where you awkwardly stand in the doorway, and the obvious mortification that settles on your face at the realisation of who he is.

"Oh."

"Oh." Tony's tone is suggestive, and completely different from yours. He stands up from Peter's bed, slowly making his way across the room to you. His eyes flicker between you and Peter, the box of condoms still in his hands as you shoot a hand out in front of you, smiling nervously and saying "Hi, I'm y/n." in a lowsy attempt to ignore the box laying in the man's hand, eyes glancing down to it a couple of times. Tony shakes your hand, introducing himself, before asking "And who might you be y/n?" Gulping, you glance between your boyfriend, whose face has flushed a dark shade of red, and the avenger standing in front of you. "I'm Peter's girlfriend." You state, eyes widening as Tony puts the box of condoms in your hand.

"There are two people involved then..." You hear him mutter under his breath, but it's nothing as embarrassing as Aunt May walking into the busy room and observing the situation, attention immediately caught by the box of condoms that you throw at your boyfriend in a panic. The box hits Peter's chest and falls on the floor, and neither of you make a move to pick it up whilst you smile awkwardly at May, who follows Tony out of the room. You huff when they walk out, turning around to dig your head into Peter's chest in humiliation. Your boyfriend hugs you close, rubbing a hand on your back, and he's happy you can't hear Tony say "That girl seems too sweet to be having sex with your nephew." or his Aunt May's scoff of "Yeah until you come back home after a night with your friends and hear everything through those walls. She really knows how to talk dirty."

Low waisted jeans - Remus Lupin

summary: you don't realise you have bruises on your hips when putting on low waisted jeans, and your brother becomes protective over you. cw: allusions to sex, secret relationship, jily part of my remus x potter!reader secret relationship au! This is set before james finds out. read more on my marauders masterlist! 0.6k+ wc

"You're going to make us late y/n!" Marlene yells, Lily chuckling by her side as they wait for you to get ready. It wasn't your fault that you were still in class, and definitely not your fault that everyone had made Hogsmeade plans whilst you were in said class. You heard the door to the dorm open and slam shut, three extra voices added to the commotion in the room. You run around the bathroom, throwing off your tie and running your hands over your slightly crinkled shirt, hoping the outfit you picked out matched the image you'd created for it in your head. Kicking off your skirt, you shimmy on a pair of low waisted jeans. You pull the material of your shirt up, wondering if you should tuck it in or not before deciding against it.

Shrugging, you open the door to the bathroom, closing the closet door after stuffing your school shoes in its bottom compartment. You sit on the floor, putting on your sneakers and tying your laces. You glance at the boys who have joined your dorm mates in the room. James, your brother, sits with an arm wrapped around Lily's shoulder, whispering something into her ear. You pull a disgusted face, turning your attention to the others. Remus catches your eye and smiles widely, which you immediately return. Oh, the things you would do to stroll up and kiss him, but unfortunately, all that would do is expose your relationship to your brother. You push yourself off the ground, your shirt riding up your torso a little, and you walk into the open space of the room, putting your sun glasses on your head. "Okay I'm ready." You announce, attracting five pairs of eyes.

Sirius is the first to make a comment, asking "What counter did you have a fight with?" The comment confuses you, and you pull a face at the boy. "He means, how come you have bruises on your hips?" Marlene corrects, clearing her throat awkwardly. You glance down, view of your hips obstructed by your breasts. Huffing, you turn towards the mirror, jaw dropping just as James says "I think what they both mean is which boy fucked you so hard you have bruises on your hips?" You grimace at your brother's rephrasing, looking at the expression on his face through the mirror while Sirius barks out a laugh. James's jaw is tightly clenched, eyebrows furrowed angrily and you laugh nervously, watching as he slowly stands up. You definitely didn't think about the after effects of Remus having you bent over your desk yesterday, a hand slapped over your mouth despite the dorm's emptiness. At least the sex was good. Regaining your composure with a cough, you say "My sex life is none of your business, James."

James crosses his arms over his chest, narrowing his eyes at you. "What, you don't think an older brother should care about their sister's romantic involvement with boys?" You grin, putting your arm through the handle of your purse. "No." You walk towards him, poking him in the chest. "And three minutes doesn't count as older." You open the door to your dorm, saying "After you, princess." Marlene and Sirius burst into a fit of giggles, and you can see Lily and Remus's unhidden grins from the corner of your eye. Three people stand up, following your brother out of the dorm, but one person stays behind, letting you close the door before approaching you.

Remus's hands land on your hips, massaging the bruises sorry with a small smile on his face. "I'm sorry about those sweetheart." He says, pecking your lips sorry. You hum, opening the door again, and shooing him out. "I think that smile says otherwise, Lupin. Causing me trouble with my brother..." He laughs at your comment, chasing after the others before you attempt a weak attack at him.

My upcoming works in November

WEEK 1 - Ron Weasley - Unsteady desk chairs - when ron’s been locked in his dorm trying to finish an essay all afternoon, you decide to help motivate him a little

WEEK 1 - Remus Lupin - Low waisted jeans - you don't realise you have bruises on your hips when putting on low waisted jeans, and your brother is instantly protective over you.

WEEK 2 - Peter Parker - Bed side drawer - when Tony finds a box of condoms Peter's bed side drawer, he doesn't expect Peter's girlfriend to walk into the room, causing an awkward interaction.

WEEK 2 - Sirius Black - Fancy ride - Sirius gets jealous when you're sharing stories from your date with Evan, so you put him in his place. Or, he puts you in yours.

WEEK 3 - Remus Lupin - Teasing kisses - Basically just dry humping with Remus Lupin

WEEK 3 - Tony Stark - Boyfriends and Mentors - peter brings his gf to meet tony, his mentor. But when he gets dragged away for nightly rounds, he doesn't think as much as he should before leaving you two alone.

WEEK 4 - Remus Lupin - Two sides, one door - potter!reader going to james after remus yells at her the day before a full moon.

WEEK 4 - Harry Potter - Request - Long kisses, Risky places.

Unsteady desk chairs - Ron Weasley

summary: when ron's been locked in his dorm trying to finish an essay all afternoon, you decide to help motivate him a little cw: SMUT, established relationship, unlocked door 1.2k+ wc

You'd been sitting with Hermione in the common room after having finished all your work, waiting for Harry and Ron to come down from their dorm and join you downstairs, making mental notes of the silly stories you had to tell them. You furrowed your eyebrows when you checked the clock again, noticing how late in the afternoon it was becoming. Leaving Hermione to check on your boyfriend, you began walking up to his dorm when Harry suddenly came running down the staircase in his Quidditch uniform, carrying his broom in one hand and yelling "I'm so late to practice!" A laugh bubbled in your chest as you continued trekking to the right dorm.

You waited for Ron's call to come in after knocking twice on the door, cracking the door open slightly to see him crouched over his desk, completely still while whispering things to himself under his breath. You stalked over him, careful not to make any noise before sighing at the sight. He was absolutely precious, unusually stressing himself over his care of magical creatures essay.

Wrapping your arms over Ron's shoulders behind his spot at his desk, you pressed fluttering kisses all over his cheeks and the side of his neck. The boy groaned, leaning his head back to allow you more space as he shut his eyes tightly, taking a short break from his homework. "Baby I don't get it." He whined, rubbing his eyes tiredly. You ran a hand through his messy fiery hair, pressing another kiss on Ron's temple before he was twisting in his chair to wrap an arm around your waist, guiding you around his chair so you could stand next to him. Shifting his chair backwards slightly, Ron tugged you to the space between his legs.

Resuming your soft massage on Ron's hair, you hummed slightly as he rested his hands on the back of your thighs, head leaning forward against your stomach. "What are you struggling with sweetheart?" "Everything. I don't get this stupid essay." He complained again, pulling you impossibly closer to him. "D'you need help? I finished mine not long ago." Ron shook his head against you, looking up at you with a pouty face. "This is something I need to do alone." You giggled slightly, leaning down to peck his lips quickly. Ron chased your lips the second you pulled away, trying to pull you back in. You smiled against his lips when they finally found yours, pulling away to laugh happily.

Your arms slung over Ron's shoulders squeezed him closer to you, letting him hug you as tightly as he wished. Ron moaned in annoyance against your jumper, and you grinned, an idea popping into your head. "Hey, bet you could some motivating though." Curiously, Ron's face was peeking up to look at yours, a pink tint forming on his cheeks. "Yeah, what kind of motivation?" You leaned in once again, lips barely touching his, moving your hands down to Ron's thighs. His muscles flexed under your touch, and he swallowed thickly, hands coming down to rest atop yours.

"I think you have a good idea of that." Ron was pulling you onto his lap before the words even left your mouth, hands positioning your legs so you straddled him, the both of you barely fitting on the desk chair. Your knees were uncomfortably tucked into the space below the arms of the chair, digging into the leather. Cupping Ron's jaw, you kissed him slowly, pulling back every time he tried speeding up the kiss, breathing heavily into your mouth. You giggled, lightly biting his bottom lip before retreating and unbuckling his thick belt. Ron's fingers wandered underneath your skirt, pushing your panties to the side while you freed him from his boxers. He watched intensely as you spat on your hand before stroking his length, waiting for him to fully harden before guiding his cock towards your hole.

Lifting your hips up to push his tip into you, you sunk down on his cock slowly, biting your bottom lip to suppress a loud moan. "Fuck. Should've locked the door." You muttered, digging your head into the crook of Ron's neck while you adjusted to his size, feeling his chest vibrate with a chuckle. Slowly beginning to lift your hips up, you gained momentum to bounce on your boyfriend's dick. Ron met your movements, snapping his hips upwards to meet your thrusts, hands loosely holding your waist just in case you lost your balance. Ron shut his eyes, taking pleasure in the feeling of your cunt against every ridge of his cock. You gasped, reaching a hand out to grab the back of the unsteady chair as a wave of pleasure shot through you, panting loudly.

One of Ron's hands left your waist, finding a path under the untucked shirt of your uniform to grope at your breast, tweaking your nipple to harden the sensitive nub. You arched your back towards his chest, cursing as you leaned down to suck on the soft skin of Ron's neck - a desperate attempt to silence your cries. The burn in your thighs paired with the uncomfortable pinch of the warm leather on your pace had you readjusting yourself above your boyfriend before recommencing your movements, only slower. Ron groaned as you began grinding down on his cock, wrapping his arms around your waist and tugging your body into his chest, where you leant your head on his shoulder, stilling your movements.

A sharp thrust of his hips up into your core had you whining, nails digging into the sides of his shoulders as he jerked himself into you with a fast pace. You bounced upwards with every snap of Ron's hips, but he hugged you close to him, only making you brush against his chest. Taking the easy access to Ron's neck, you resumed your kisses there, biting and sucking occasionally to leave red hickeys in their wake. Licking over a spot below his ear you just kissed, you firmly bit down, leaving a stinging pain in Ron's neck. Your boyfriend gasped at the sudden sear, harshly forcing his hips upwards into you with a loud "Fuck!" Your high pitched moan filled the room, your cunt clamping down again Ron's cock as you reached your high. A string of curse words left Ron's mouth as his hips uncontrollably twitched, releasing his orgasm into you while his arms squeezed you tighter against him.

Breathing heavily, you bit your lip to try and suppress your moan as Ron shuddered against you, urging his arms to loosen up against you so you could breathe. "Oh my god." You panted, grabbing the desk behind you to help you stand up as Ron's arms fell to his side, slumping against the chair. "Shit, baby." He mumbled as his hand reached out to shove your skirt up, watching his cum dribbled down your thighs. You separated your legs in discomfort, bending down to take your soiled panties off before placing it on Ron's desk, leaning your hips against it while you scanned his working space.

"I'm gonna go clean myself off and read a book in my dorm. Come find me when you're done with this essay." Ron nodded, dumbfounded, accepting the short kiss you gave him before strutting away, slowly reaching out for the panties on his desk to shove them in his pocket and zip his pants back up.

okay i know halloween is officially over but I just got the best idea for pt.3 of '1 boyfriend, 3 perverts' and it's halloween themed.

Necklace - Poly!Marauders

i love it. literally read the request and began making scenarios in my head. warnings: allusions to sex, suggestive 1k wc

The first time it happened, the action had come from an impatient Sirius, waiting for you to finish revising for your upcoming assessment. His restless whispers of your name and tireless poking had gone ignored. You were too used to it. However, when Sirius spotted the new addition of jewellery you bore around your neck, a lightbulb lit up in his mind. A loud gasp slipped out of your mouth when his finger curled around the necklace, tugging at it hard enough to pull your neck down slightly. Sirius waited for your reaction: would he get yelled at, or would you finally give him your attention. You turned your head to the side, looked at Sirius with a shocked look on your face. "Sirius." The exasperated yet amused sigh of his name had the boy smirking.

"Can I finally have your attention now?" With an arm now draped across your shoulders, you let the boy lean into you, pressing his lips against yours. Placing your pen on the table, you cupped Sirius's face, letting his tongue slide into your mouth, deepening the kiss. He moaned quietly, the sound muffling in your mouth, and adjusted himself to hover over you slightly — something he only dared to do in the darkest corner of the library, otherwise you'd have his head. You parted from the kiss panting, looking up at your boyfriend with complete amazement, a laugh bubbling in your chest. "Sirius get down!" You whisper yelled at him, pushing his chest away from you. "Fine." The boy replied, with a grin too big for him to be up to any good. Sirius slipped onto his knees in front of you, parting your legs only for you to immediately shut them. "Absolutely not." You scolded, a hand tightly gripping his collar in a poor attempt to pull him back on the sofa booth. The boy pouted, climbing back next to you and pecking your lips a few times whilst saying in between kisses "Well at least come with me to the dorm."

And you had.

Sirius considered it a successful mission, laying down with you in his bed, getting your well-deserved rest after such intense events that had occured. He stroked your hair, watching your peaceful expressions while you slept, not having to worry about any of your boys. When the door opened and James and Remus had entered, stopping in their tracks at the view in Sirius's bed, he had grinned widely, telling them "You guys have to hear this." while James moaned "Without me?"

Remus had scolded Sirius at the time, saying something about 'being careful' and 'not hurting you', but now, looking at where you sat next to him in the common room, chatting with Marlene, he became curious. He rested his head on your shoulder, watching your face, becoming giddy at the hand you rested on his thigh, but it wasn't enough. He wanted to be the centre of your attention now. Sirius and James sat on the opposite couch to you two, giving each other a look. This was unusual for Remus. The tall boy hesitantly reached up and tugged at the chain hanging on your chest. You barely felt the pull, but it was enough for you to avert your attention to him. "Hey, you." You mumbled, cocking your head to the side. The tired boy smiled softly, returning the greeting. You reached a hand up, brushing long strands of hair away from his eyes. "Want some attention, do you?" You mumbled, opening your palm face up on Remus's thigh for him to intertwine his fingers with yours.

Remus nodded, asking shyly "Can we go on a walk or something?" You hummed, standing up and excusing yourself from the conversation, guiding Remus out of the common room by the hand. Sirius's trick really did work.

Staring at yourself in the mirror a couple of weeks later, you began thinking. Sirius and Remus had taken advantage of the Christmas gift from your parents, using it to grasp your attention, but James hadn't. You hummed — Sirius had definitely told both of the boys about it, so what was stopping James?

It only happened with him later that day, when you were in the boys' dorm, feet kicked up on Sirius' lap with Remus sat by your side. James came storming through the door to their dorm, kicking his shoes off his feet and pulling frustratedly at his tie. The three of you sat up straighter, alarmed by the boy's irritation. You had a feeling that if anything else vexed him, he might burst into tears. James didn't greet any of you until he'd put on a comfortable jumper and joggers, walking over to Sirius to press a kiss on his forehead before doing the same with Remus, who placed a caring hand on his back. James strode over to you, hooking his finger around your necklace and pulling you upwards from where you sat.

Your eyes widened when James didn't let go of your precious necklace, in fear that it might snap. However, James only continued tugging at it, forcing you to stand from your seat until he was close enough to press his lips against yours. When you finally stood straight, throwing your arms over James's muscular shoulders and tangling a hand in his luscious waves, he secured his arms around your waist, lifting you off the ground just slightly. You broke the kiss, gasping out James's name as Sirius teasingly wolf-whistled — a risk to take given the boy's mood.

James returned you to the ground, but didn't loosen his grip on you, instead digging his head into the crook of your neck as he muttered "Haven't seen you all week. Could only think about you all of detention." Your eyebrows furrowed with worry, and you asked "Who gave you detention?" "Slughorn. Could've been with you instead." You smiled, flattered by his words, and stage whispered "What to cuddle for a bit? We don't have to invite the other two." Mock complaints were immediately thrown by Remus and Sirius, who finally scoffed "We can also cuddle without you guys!"

You let James drag you to his bed, laying down so you can hold him in his arms before making eye contact with Remus, who finally stood up, walking over to you both, and leaned down to press a kiss on James's forehead. "We're here for you if you need anything, mate."

Creep - Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington

summary: eddie has a crush on king steve's girlfriend, the cheerleader who will always remind him that he is just a creep. based on the song creep by radiohead. warnings: creep eddie, unrequited feelings, bf!steve x gf!reader, one punch is thrown, a tinyyyyy bit angsty if you squint? a/n: I'm sorry the lettering is weird for the lyrics, tumblr is being dumb and not letting me make it all the same 2.1k+ wc

Using your grip on Steve's collar to bring him down for a kiss, you can't help but smile against his lips, gasping when one of his hands come down to cheekily squeeze your ass. Eddie observes the interaction from across the field, quickening his pace towards the parking lot. It wasn't fair that Steve was the one who got to come find you on the field when you both finished with your cheer or basketball practice - it was too cliché. The jock and the cheerleader. Eddie preferred the idea of the popular cheerleader with the weird grungy kid. It was just a shame that Eddie hadn't made his move on you when he had the chance.

One look in the opposite direction and Eddie found himself colliding with someone, tripping over his own feet from the impact. "Shit, sorry." He spoke, eyes attracted to the sound of heavy objects hitting the floor, immediately kneeling to help you as you sighed, crouching down to pick your books up, mumbling an "It's fine." Eddie watched as you straightened up, felt your eyes run up his body before they made contact with his. He stuck out the hand holding one of your books towards you, awkwardly waiting for you to take it from him. You smiled kindly, fingers grazing his as you took back your belongings. Eddie tried returning your stare, but quickly intimidated, shifted his gaze away shyly. "Um, sorry, yeah." He walked away hurriedly, glancing back at you, his eyes widening when he caught your eyes still on his moving figure, eyebrows furrowed. He saw you lips move, and if he was any closer, he would have heard you mutter to yourself "What a weirdo."

That was the day you caught his attention. His thoughts ran wild, obsessively trying to figure out what you were doing when he finally got to the DND room, waiting for the others to join him. If you were in cheer uniform, you definitely had practice, which meant that you'd be on your way to the parking lot at the same time as him at the end of the day. The pretty cheerleader in the red uniform, with soft skin and manicured nails.

When DND was over, Eddie was rushing, packing his things up and running to the parking lot, throwing his things in his van and casually waiting by it, as though waiting for someone. Waiting for you. His back straightened when you entered the parking lot with some friends, giggling with them, paying Eddie no attention as he lit a cigarette and leaned against the hood of his van. You separated from your friends, trotting over to a familiar red BMW, parked facing his van. You knocked on the window of the car before stepping back and waiting with a wide grin as Steve Harrington exited the car with a matching smile. Steve carefully took the books off you, placing them in the backseat of his car before turning to you once more and wrapping his muscular arms around you.

Both your eyes shut as you enjoyed the intimate moment, squeezing the other impossibly closer. When Steve pulled away, he grinned at you, eyes sparkling with joy. He looked at you just like Eddie was from across the lot: like you were the only girl in the world.

Though Eddie saw you around school, he never made a move to speak to you. You were always either around your friends, or the boyfriend who you were so deeply in love with. He only gathered his courage at a party you'd been attending. It was the usual crowd, garnered at Harrington's giant house for a party. Eddie stuck out like a sore thumb. He didn't belong there, only present for business, dealing people here and there, sipping on a beer to keep him occupied. He couldn't help his wandering gaze. After all, he was stationed outside, waiting for his customers, and you were just close enough to catch his attention.

Sat on the outdoor lounge area, perched on Steve's lap despite there being plenty of space on the couch, you sipped your watermelon breezer slowly, nodding along at the conversation. Eddie sighed; you seemed like a watermelon kind of girl. He imagined you eating watermelon in the summer, putting on watermelon chapstick so that every time he kissed you he'd be able to taste the flavour on your lips. You twisted on Steve's lap, pressing a kiss on his cheek. His loose arm around your waist squeezed you into a quick hug, a private display of affection in the busy outdoors.

"Steve?" The boy hummed, meeting your eyes with a smile. "What's Munson doing here?" You questioned, playing with your boyfriend's long hair. "The usual. Why? 'S he bothering you?" You shook your head, though Steve looked unconvinced. Sighing, you added "I just feel like he's been staring a little." Steve's eyebrows furrowed, and he handed you his beer. "Let me go speak to him, yeah?" You shook your head quickly, trying to give him his beer back. "Don't do that baby. I don't want to cause problems." Steve frowned, arm around your waist tightening possessively as he took his beer back from you.

Oh Steve, so clueless about the boy chasing after his girlfriend. It was never a matter of competition. No matter how hard Eddie tried, he'd never be similar enough to Steve to be loved by you. His obsession expanded from you to your boyfriend, watching Steve's behaviours, his looks, to see what you found attractive in him. Was it the way he flexed his muscles when you came to see him after basketball practice, the sweat glistening on his chest? Was it the way he styled his hair away from his face so you could see his gorgeous features? Eddie stood in the mirror, comparing himself. His muscles were lean and skinny, whereas Steve's muscles were big, with thighs that had you salivating. Eddie noticed the hand you always had on Steve's thigh, how you always liked to sit on them, in private or public.

Steve patted the side of your thigh, urging you to stand up, before he led you inside the house, buzzing with activity, the music loud enough to stop people from hearing each other. Steve led you into the kitchen, people walking in and out in a chase for more to drink. You put your drink on the counter, letting Steve cage you between his body and the kitchen island. You inhaled his masculine scent, tilting your head to the side, exposing your neck, shining with sweat residue. Steve licked his lips, leaning in to press kisses on your neck, occasionally sucking or grazing his teeth on your skin. "Why the kitchen Steve?" You laughed, fingers running through his hair. "Testing your hypothesis."

You gasped, head turning to glance at the small gap in the door. The party continued on the other side, bodies dancing in a crowd of colour and glitter. Glancing back at Steve, you tugged at his hair, pulling him up to slam your lips against his. He groaned, hands tightly gripping your hips as he deepened the kiss, forcing his tongue in your mouth. You whined, hooking a leg over his hip. Steve moved a hand to help hold your leg up, trailing his fingers dangerously close to the hem of your panties under your skirt. He thrust his hips forwards once, grinding his pelvis into your warm core, and you couldn't help the loud moan that escaped your lips, pulling away from the heated kiss. "Steve!" Your boyfriend looked up from where his face hid in the crook of your neck, hips unresting.

His second hand trailed under your skirt, moving away from your hip, fishing for the lacy fabric of your underwear. You gasped, hips rutting forward when his fingers grazed your pussy. "Steve" You repeated, this time with a warning tone. Steve grinned at you, pressing teasing kisses on your lips. "Want to go upstairs?" He asked, grinding his hips particularly hard, making you feel the outline of his cock against your barely covered cunt. You cupped his jaw with one hand, pecking his lips before mumbling "What about the hypothesis?" Steve pulled away from you completely, boyishly smiling down at you "We'll keep an eye out for it." He grabbed your hand, tugging you away from the counter, and then froze.

A movement in the doorway grabbed his attention away from you, and Steve found himself staring right back at Eddie Munson, lingering in the doorway. He had followed you from the garden, loitering on the dance floor not to seem suspicious before looking for you. Steve let go of your hand, shoulders squared up, before slamming the door open and dragging Eddie into the kitchen by his shirt. "Shit, man I'm sorry, I just wanted to get a drink." Eddie babbled out, throwing his hands up in surrender. Steve walked over to the door, shutting it before turning to look at the outcast, a furious look on his face. "You freak." Eddie heard you whisper, and his head snapped towards you. Your arms were crossed over your chest, and you were stepping back from him towards the fridge.

Eddie frowned, shaking his head "No, I swear-" He words were interrupted by Steve, grabbing the collar of Eddie's shirt, and slamming him against the door. "You listen to me you fucking pervert," Steve seethed, leaning into Eddie threateningly. "Your little stalker habits towards my girl aren't cute and you're gonna stop them before we take things to the cops." Eddie's eyes widened, and he immediately nodded, too afraid to try and muster some sort of excuse. "Yeah, we're pretty good friends with Chief Hopper. Aren't we sweetheart?" He called out, waiting for the hum of agreement from you. Steve let go of Eddie's collar, taking a step away from him, and letting him open the door. Eyes still locked with Eddie's, Steve suddenly changed his mind, throwing a fist straight to Eddie's cheek, throwing off his balance, so his body tumbled down to the floor. You jumped up, yelling out "Steve!" as you ran towards the boy, putting your hands on his biceps as a subtle way to tell him to stop.

"He deserves worse than just one punch." Steve spat, his hands closed into fists. You moved in front of Steve, looking up at him, ignoring Eddie's groans on the floor. "He's a creep, Steve. And a weirdo who doesn't deserve anyone's attention." You put a hand on your boyfriend's lower abdomen, trying to press a kiss to his lips, but the height difference didn't let you hit your aim, instead catching his bottom lip and the skin above his chin. Steve sighed, lowering his head to let you press a real kiss to his lips, before letting you lead him away from Eddie, laying down at your feet.

Taking Steve's hand in yours, you stepped over Eddie's arm, crossing the kitchen space until you reached the door. "Move your feet will you Munson?" You called out the boy, who was blocking the door from opening. He grunted in pain, moving his body to the side and bending his legs so you could open the door before slumping on his back once more.

Eddie stared at the ceiling, tasting the blood dribbling down from his nose, a single tear falling from the corner of his eye. If you wanted Steve so badly, if you didn't want him, that's what he'd have to accept. You deserve the world in his eyes, you deserve everything you could ever want. So for now, Eddie would just have to get up and go home.

At least, when he could physically get up.

A couple of months later - Remus

summary: potter!reader and remus are making out on a couch after a party when sirius accidentally spills the truth about your relationship to James. part of my potter!reader x remus secret relationship au 0.6k wc

Sat on the couch with Remus, the music plays quietly in the background as people begin to leave to their dorms or settle down with their friends after the party. Your legs are draped over Remus's laps, one of his hands flush against your thigh, dangerously close to the hem of your skirt. Your back is leant against the arm of the couch, head tilted to the side as one of Remus's arms hugs you close to him while he kisses you deeply. Cupping his jaw, you pull his face closer to yours, deepening the kiss.

On the next couch over, your brother sits with Sirius, observing the after effects of the post-quidditch party. "I'm happy things are working out for them, but that's a disgusting sight." James states, taking another swing of his beer, back slumped against the cushiony couch. Sirius only hums next to him, adding "Yeah, crazy how long they've been together though." James's face contorts into one of confusion, glancing at his best friend suspiciously. He's onto him. "What the three weeks they've been together?"

Sirius scoffs, exclaiming loudly "Three weeks!?" before he catches himself. "Oh yeah, three weeks." His cheeks, slightly pink from his tipsiness only turn a darker shade of red, and he adds slyly "Feels like it's been longer." A poor attempt to cover his slip-up. And it has been longer. It's been five... Months. Five months of running around with one of your brother's best friends and hiding your relationship from him in fear of his reaction. At least until James 'set you up'. James sighs, eyes glued to your figure, moving on the sofa to straddle your boyfriend's lap.

"Sirius... Be honest with me. How long have they actually been together?" Sirius sighs, turning to meet James's solemn gaze. "I think they should be the ones to tell you, mate." James nods, sipping his beer quietly. At James's melancholic stare towards you guys, Sirius says "They only hid it from you because they were scared you wouldn't approve." When James doesn't respond, he adds "Remember her reaction when you and Lily started dating?" James laughs at the memory, recalling your horrified scream when you caught your best friend kissing your brother. How you cried to Sirius that he was stealing your best friend from you and you'd never get to see her again. "They were expecting worse from you. A couple of months later, they thought they were in too deep to tell you."

James choked on his beer, leaning forward to cough, his eyes going wide. Catching his breath, he yelled "After a couple of months!? It's been more than a couple of months?" Sirius cursed, sinking into the couch, watching as you pulled away from Remus, turning on his laps to watch the scene developing in front of you. Remus wrapped his arms around your torso, pulling your back against his chest, but his jaw went slack when James stood up, pointing at you both and yelling "It's been more than a couple of months?"

You stood silently, mouth opening and closing cluelessly, and Remus followed your action, and taking the initiative to drag you away from your fuming brother and into his dorm. When you heard loud footsteps behind you, your pace quickened, running up the stairs and into the dorm, locking the dorm behind you so that an angry James was unrestingly knocking against your door. Remus laughed nervously, following you into his bed, where he climbed over you and resumed his kisses.

"At least we don't have to tell anyone now."

would anyone read art donaldson stuff if i wrote it or not bc i realllyyy want to :)

(maybe also patrick stuff but that would come later)