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midnight-fellings · 11 months
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if they knew— Sirius black x fem!reader
warning: enemies with benefits sort of thing?, sexual interaction but nothing too explicit, anyhow this is still smut (I think?)
a/n: I don't hate this so I hope you don't either 😻. also I imagined them as 18+ characters but they are still in Hogwarts.
If you were to ask a student at Hogwarts about your relationship with Sirius Black, their minds would immediately go to think of a complicated relationship; enemies even.
Maybe it's the shoulder bumps, the intense stares, the very unfriendly comments, the little pranks, or the wishes you shared to outdo each other that lead your fellow classmates to think that you and the Gryffindor boy are enemies.
but they were far far away from the truth.
your situationship started on a simple Friday after school. You bumped into each other and soon after you guys started ranting about god knows what.
they halls were completely empty as everyone else could find themselves eating comfortably on the great hall (were you wished so badly to be).
you rolled your eyes at his stupid comments, already trotting down the hall but he followed just to annoy you. why is he so interested in keeping the conflict going anyway? "are you feeling extra annoying today?" you snapped.
"are you feeling extra bratty today?" he mocked, you could hear the amusement in his voice.
"why don't you go and bother someone who is not extremely triggered by your voice?" you said finally stoping your hurried steps, rolling your eyes at the silly discussion you were having with the black haired boy.
he scoffed and stepped closer to you "please, y/n. there's no one in this school who is more delighted by me than you are" you should admit you were shocked by his cocky self everytime he left it to the surface.
"you wish" murmured you as you stepped back, trying to recover every step of distance he was closing.
Sirius loves to see how easily he can make your cheeks heat up, how he can upset you without meaning to. He just loves to have that much power over you.
the boy nodded "yeah, maybe I do" his words stopped your heart as the wall behind you stopped you from backing up any further.
"is that a confession? because if so, it is pathetic" you avoided his eyes, his face, just him completely.
he almost laugh at you trying to cover up your nervousness with insults, he was beyond that, it made you feel stupid, he knew that: he loved that.
when your back hit the wall he finally spoke again "are you feeling trapped, love?" the nickname slipped his tongue with fire in it, you felt it burning in your ears.
you huffed, lifting your hands to his chest trying to push him but he didn't moved. you finally looked at him, you wished you didn't the moment you noticed his eyes traveling to your lips, ahh and you wished you didn't even more when you catched yourself doing the same thing.
he came closer to you, your noses barely touching "don't" you whispered.
he backed away a little bit, listening to your rejections, he said nothing while taking a strand of your hair and tucking it behind your ear. you reacted to his touch, leaning into his hand and you hated yourself for it, you hated him for looking so amused by it.
his eyes met yours and his smirk grow wider "don't" he repeated your words in a way that sounded like mockery "are you sure?"
you sighed defeated, your lips parted open as your hands got entangled in his dark curls. you pushed yourself up, hitting your lips against his in a desperate way that he immediately reciprocated.
his leaned down towards you so you wouldn't have to be on your tiptoes. his hands were fast to travel to your waits pushing you further into the wall and pressing his body to yours. the kiss was filled with hunger but it was soft, the kind of kiss that could make you melt, that would consume you totally.
you moaned into his mouth when you felt his long fingers going under your shirt, tracing your bare torso until his hands were cupping your breasts over your bra.
he almost laughed "I prefer those sounds over your grunts, you know?"
"dick" you said before going back to a kiss, as desperate as the last one.
"hey there missy! if you're that bratty you're going to scare me away"
"would you shut up so I can enjoy this?"
"oh, you will enjoy me, darling"
so you would say that whoever that thought you were just silly enemies was wrong, you were so much more than that.
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"I said if first"— Remus x fem!reader
warnings: reader being drunk.
a/n: a little drabble I thought of at 1 am, hope you like it.
you entered your apartment as carefully as your drunk moves allowed you to. you knew Remus would be sleeping on the couch: he always tried waiting awake for you to get home so he could make sure you were safe and sound even if it always ended on him failing miserably.
you walked past his laying figure on your tiptoes hoping your horrendously hurtful heels would make no noise at all successfully getting to your bedroom with no injuries after tripping multiple times.
you had your pijamas already on you as you tried and failed to get rid of your shoes that seem like a very —very— difficult puzzle for you and your drunk state, it was at this moment when you saw that tired tall man you loved entering the room.
he probably woke up thanks to his werewolf hearing and your quiet whines, or maybe it was that sixth sense that alerts him every time something is even slightly wrong with you that you swear he has.
"oh shit I woke you up?" you asked a little to loud "shhh! sorry" you told yourself whispering before laughing at the thought of you shutting yourself.
"had lots of fun, didn't ya'?" joked Remus at the notice of your state "now whats got you making all those little cries?" he questioned and you pointed down at your heels.
"can't take them off" at that he got down in one knee and you squealed "oh god rem! are going to propose right now!?"
"hmm funny girl" he said before taping his lifted knee for you to put your leg on, you fell shut while he took your shoes off of your feet, feeling an ease traveling trough all your body.
after you finally felt the cold floor against your skin and shivered, he took your hand and started leading you to the bed wanting to get you properly covered in sheets but you stopped following halfway "what's wrong?" there was worry draw over his pretty features.
"I love you, rem" you said softly looking at him carefully: expecting a good reaction. it was dark but even like that you were able to see the light on his eyes and his wide smile, it took him two seconds to come close to you and kiss you all over the face; your cheeks, nose, forehead, temples, eyelids and jaw, every kiss making you giggle more than the one before "I said it first!" you sounded as exited as if you had won a contest, a race to be exact.
he laughed "well, that ain't fair! I have been loving you since I was eleven" you blushed flustered at the mention of the big crush he had on you during school. then his face softened, he took your face with his hand and stroke your cheek with his thumb before saying with the softest voice ever: "I love you to, sweet girl"
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bitter/sweet— James Potter x fem!reader
angst (I guess?).
A/n: my first thing ever and it's shitty but I hope someone reads it and probably likes it. xoxo
if you said you're not jealous you would be lying and if there's something you're not is a liar. But it is hard admitting that your blood is now boiling in pure anger.
what is James doing talking like that to another girl- not just another girl; Lily fucking Evans. why is she laughing like that? and why is he so enchanted with her stupid smile?
you thought you had no right on being jealous for him, he is clearly not yours. you have made that really clear to him a million times. every time he kissed you with a little too much love, or when he acted like your boyfriend, you basically always told him to fuck off. oh but now you felt the need to punch yourself for every time you said something like that.
you and James were in some kind of situationship. you went to each other every time one of you needed to get distracted, for you the only rule was to not get attached romantically but he didn't cared about that, so it didn't took long for him to be starved for you. And sadly to you, he eventually wanted more of you, things you never actually felt ready for.
now it's been three weeks since you called it off and he seemed to be so over you it physically wounded you. laughing at the redhead comments, smiling charmingly at her while you watched from the other side of the room. your friends talking to you about something trivial that you couldn't pay attention to, you were busy watching the pair.
after a while she went away, she said she was going for a drink for them and offered everyone else something. it was hard to hate Lily, she was so sweet and caring, but the fact that James looked at her so lovingly made you sick.
when James catched your gaze, you send him that look he knew so well, the one he couldn't help but love. he followed you instantly when you got out of the Gryffindor common room finding you standing a little far from the door, already waiting for him.
"y/n..." he started but you interrupted him immediately.
"you like Evans now, huh?"
"what?"
you looked hurt, it surprised him a lot actually, the look on your eyes made him shiver. he wanted nothing but to hold you and love you, sadly you were much more complicated than that and he knew you wouldn't want his love. he tried a million times already.
"you seem really lovely together, it's just- I thought I would be a little harder to forget" you said, suddenly feeling brave enough to say shit that even you know is an unfair statement "you said you loved me"
He looked at your for a little while, his face portraying a million feelings: first you saw confusion draw on his face, it drastically changed to a sad look, then shame but finally it was filled with rage.
"well, fuck you!" his voice raised and he stepped back as if saying that to you hurt him more. he shook his head while taking little steps towards you, his mood moving to the next emotion.
"you never wanted me, y/n" said James slowly, now your head was slightly looking up so you could be face to face and not face to chest "and you know that I fucking tried".
his hand moved to your arm, even though his words were harsh his touch was gentle, almost as gente as the air of spring causing you to melt into his sad eyes.
"I know" he could barely hear you speaking, your voice was as low as a whisper.
he bend over you, your faces centimeters apart from each other.
"and I have been understanding, you don't like that stuff but I do" his voice now imitating yours, as sad and calm "so I let you go..."
"and now is my turn?" you asked laughing dryly, but he just nodded "oh"
"I'll always love you y/n, so much my heart hurts when I see her and not you. But you've made things clear" his hand stroke your face gently, you closed your eyes understanding that this was, somehow, your fault.
shortly after his hand reached your face, his lips reached yours. he kissed you softly, your heart stopped at the contact of not just your lips but your hearts and before you could kiss him back he moved, he wasn't in front of you anymore.
he gave you a last look and then he entered the common room, you saw through the door and you could see lily waiting for him with a white smile and her soft but intense hair. she looked warm and loving, he deserved that. you were the opposite.
you went to bed crying that day, thinking about how you could have done things differently if you wanted to.
you were bitter, so now you just hoped she was sweet.
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