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proserpina-magnus · 10 months
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Might start writing again lol 🤣🤣 everything needs to be updated but I wanna write about the golden trio (+Draco’s friends) and MHA. I’ll still write for Marauders but I just want this to be fun.
Anyways, let me know what you guys think 😗😗 even if I get 1 note I’ll just assume that’s a yes and I’ll continue writing again!!
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proserpina-magnus · 2 years
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not me asking if you take requests and then seeing your bio- LMAO SORRY 😭😭😭
NO SORRY ITS LONG OUTDATED LMAO 😭😭 I just changed it but I do take requests!! Whether I get to them or not is the real mystery
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proserpina-magnus · 2 years
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bruh im reading over my smut fics rn and its so embarresing, how can I just live knowing I have commited such atrocius sins by writing such plotless junk. Not even treasurable junk, just complete utter trash that will polute the earth and kill us all in 20 years. 
anyways dropping a foursome fic with lowkey (highkey) James + Rem being subs and idk how to feel about it. 
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proserpina-magnus · 2 years
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will you ever write for mary??
absolutely I will, I’m in another slump rn so I could actually use some wlw/or woman x gn appreciation. Please send in a request for her!!
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proserpina-magnus · 2 years
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Sleeping In (J.P)
Prompt: Early morning cuddles with James, a sunset, and a very annoying crow. 
Word Count: 0.3k 
Content: fluff, G/N reader 
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The window creaked as the wind shook it, the day was young and nearly everybody in the quiet dorm was sleeping. Nearly. James' eyes stared ahead, towards the hard ceiling that he swore had patterns in it. Though, when others looked they didn’t see it. 
James's hand crept up the low of your back, slow strokes guided down then back up again. He couldn’t sleep, he thought he had full vision before he realised his glasses still sat on his nose. 
A black crow scorned as it passed by the window, its caw flying through the early morning sky that was a hue of baby blues and mellow pinks. The clouds sat on the horizon, the sun just about to peak from its rest. 
The bird woke you up, your head inching into James's side as your arm clung tightly to his side. “Hey,” his soft voice greeted you, his hand had the softest touch- it felt warm under your shirt as he ran a thumb up your spine. 
He tried to lull you back to sleep, a silent prayer on his mind as he saw you squeeze back into him and your muscles relaxed. But then your eyes opened, blinking up at him as you moved to lay on your elbow. 
“Hi,” you say, moving your arm around his waist up into the air with a mighty stretch that makes you breathe out in contentment.
“Good morning,” he whispers in his doughy voice, moving himself into a stretch because before he was constrained to your body and vowed to not move despite being uncomfortable. 
“What time is it?” You asked, rubbing your eyes as you tried to look at the clock. James beat you to it, his hand guided behind your ear and his fingers sliding along your scalp. “Just after five,” he explains, pulling you closer. 
“Mm’ perfect, get to sleep in,” you mumble with a sleepy smile, sinking back down into James's open chest as your leg rolls over his hips. His lips meet the crown of your head, his hand retrieving back down to your back with that same gentle slow stroke. 
“Yeah, perfect,” he smiles, his chest rising with a breath and before it takes another you are passed out in his arms again. 
“Absolutely perfect,”  
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proserpina-magnus · 2 years
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soil and dirt part two? where he fucks ‘mad and needy’ reader
As requested, pt 2 ;) , might make a pt.3... maybe.
Soil & Dirt PT.2 
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Prompt: After Peter leaves you unsatisfied in the greenhouse, you have to wait till lunch to get your reward. 
Word Count: 1.8k 
Content: NSFW, angry & frustrated reader, described femine reader, pussy eating, clit play, bit of crying, cocky & soft Peter cause I said so, bit of dirty talk, revenge ;) 
Lunch was a disaster, your mind a constant battle with the present and past. Your body felt heated, upset, and wounded from Peter’s sinister games. Face red with either flustation or frustration, your fork in a death grip as you puncture a grape. 
Lily took notice, and so did Mary but she knew better than to worsen your state so she kept quiet. Lily, however, could not do the same. 
“You alright?” She asked, taking a bite out of her sandwich as you pulled on a smile. Your panties drenched with a certain type of lust only your boyfriend could achieve, you nod anyway. 
“Yeah of course,” you say, chewing on your fruit as you hear a sweet laugh fill the air, a mix of a deep chuckle and pure amusement. Your eyes look over, seeing Peter’s head leant back as his group of friends raved over some silly joke. 
This time, a strawberry was stabbed and the fork scraped forcefully against the bowl. A tad more force and the utensils would have broken, much like your earlier ruined orgasm. 
You thought bitterly to yourself, watching him eat his sandwich like he hadn’t just played you for the fool you were. How could he sit there and laugh? Wasn’t your pain enough for him to bow down and become insufferable with grief? You had to look away, a pout on your lips that Peter just noticed as he turned to see you. His smirk widened, seeing your tense shoulders that he would later sink his hands into and wind down your anger with battled pleasure. 
You finished your food quickly, organizing your used plates neatly on the table as you got up and walked swiftly past the boys. Peter watched you pass, eyes narrow as you pushed your chin out and didn’t even spare him a single glance. He realized his mistake and sighed, watching your hips taunt before you turned the corner and headed down the hall. 
Your steps lead you to the Gryffindor portrait, arms crossed as you lean against the wall and wait for your troubled boyfriend. The longer you wait the more you feel desperate, breath uneven in whispers. 
You get excited at the sounds of footsteps, heart racing as you dampen your angry stance and try to look more fluent. But it was only a second year passing by; your eyes closed in irritation, arms folded back over your chest as the young boy took notice and hurried away down the hall. 
A few moments pass, Peter's head seen down the stairs as his body later follows until he is standing right before you. You turn your head, not offering a word while waiting for him to open the portrait so you can finally get the ending you deserve. 
“If I didn’t know any better I’d say m’love is upset,” he starts, you glare and hold back your tongue so you don’t yell at him in front of the paintings. “Open the door Peter,” you say, having to look away from his teasing smile as he steps in front of the singing lady and says the password. 
Once it opened you slid under his arm that held the door, walking into the common room, not sparing it a second look before heading straight up the stairs to the boy's dormitory. Peter follows close behind, watching your skirt swish with the movement. 
You turned to a corridor, walking through it with quicker steps as you knew what awaited. Anticipation motivated you, hand leapt out and turned the door knob as you opened it and walked into the window-lit room. 
Your legs carried you to his bed, falling onto it as Peter shut the door behind you. He kicked off his shoes, watching as you got comfy on your stomach and head tucked into his pillows. 
A series of complaints then started, muffled by the fabric and Peter knew he’d have to spend the rest of the afternoon winning you over. He leaned on the bed, knees dipping into the mattress as his hand came to rub your exposed thigh. 
“Don’t touch me,” you speak loudly, lifting your head and turning to look at him. He sighs, continues to place his hand on your thigh and gently squeezed the muscle. 
“How am I supposed to make you feel better if I can’t touch you?” He asks reasonably, hand travelling quickly as it disappears briefly under your skirt. His fingers just graze your ass before you turn on your back, swatting his hand away with a matching frown. He bites his lip, seeing your daggers for a stare and places his hands on his thighs. 
Your eyes look briefly down at your skirt, then to his trousers with a full pout. Peter wasn’t a genius but he knew what that meant, he knew better than to leave your desperate stares unnoticed. 
Your stomach fluttered, making it impossible to express your feelings. Frustrated tears welled up behind your lash line, leaking down your cheeks as a sob racked through your body. 
“Oh, baby,” Peter's voice whispered softly, his face deepened with concern as he cupped your cheek gently and rubbed away leaking tears with his thumb. “'m sorry, I was being mean wasn’t I?” 
“Mh-hm,” you hum, pulling away from his soft hands and hiding your face behind your own shaky ones as you wipe at your tears. They didn’t stop, your chest rising with each sharp inhale as you tried to remain situated. You wanted Peter to know how angry you were but it was coming out in emotional distress. 
“I was so close Peter,” you exhale, voice pale from crying as you look at him with culprit-induced eyes. He nods, lips in a frown and you can’t help but find it attractive. 
“Let me make it up to you,” he offers, tucking hairs away from your wet cheeks as he pulls them behind your ears. You nod, breathing in slowly as the tears shortly stop. He smiles, lifting your chin and placing a long kiss on your lips. Once you kiss him back a grin replaces his frown, trailing his lips down your jaw and towards your collarbone. 
“Did I tell you how pretty you looked in this outfit?” He asks, lifting the loose blouse that was tucked into your skirt. You don’t fall for his kind words, still upset from his earlier antics. “Don’t soften me up, m’angry,” you huff, in which Peter chuckles and unbuttons the shirt swiftly. You let him pull it down your shoulders, leaning up a bit so he can toss it away onto the floor. 
“I can tell, that’s okay I’ll fuck you good and you’ll be my sweet girl again hm?” He whispers against your naval, kissing up until your bra hides what he once felt this morning. You sigh, his eyes looking up at you as he unhooks the garment and slides it off your shoulders. “I didn’t hear a no,” he grins, you rolled your eyes and felt his warm lips kiss the valley in between your breasts. 
“M’getting the silent treatment?” He asks, breath tickling your goosebump-ridden skin and his fingers massage your aching mounds. His thumb rolled over your nipple, leaving you little time to get used to the feeling before his tongue licked over the perk bud, swirling it gingerly before sucking greedily. 
A pretty gasp left your lips, back arching just enough to press yourself against Peter's looming body. You grinned, mind happy with the pleasure as your fingers threaded through his hair and pushed him down your stomach. Peter listened without words, his finger hooking the hem of your skirt and helping you wiggle out of it. He kissed under your navel as he pulled down your soaked panties, tossing them somewhere you won’t be able to find. 
“Fuck,” he rasps, fingers running up through your folds and collecting the desperation. Your hips twitch as his finger nicks your clit, hips grounded to try and get closer. He looked up at you, seeing your forced pout. “Made you wait like this?” He asked, a bit proud of himself that he could achieve such a state. 
You nod, combing back his messy hair as you pull him closer between your parted thighs. “Yeah, s’mean and rude!” You chanted, upset at the thought as Peter shakes his head. 
“Bit mean of me I’ll admit, but the wait makes it feel better,” he promises, his baby blue eyes intimate with your own. You pull away, still furious but your stomach knotted at his gaze. “Oh shut up, m’waited enough,” you mumble and he agrees with you, licking up your slit and blowing teasingly against your swollen clit. 
“Oh Peter, fuck,” you whisper, moving your legs so they rest against his shoulders. Your thighs shake, and his tongue continues down your folds, pushing his tongue inside. Your hips melt, fluttering at his touching and you press yourself further into his face.  He rubs your clit with his thumb, pressing in with deep circles. 
You bit your lip as you leaned your head back against his pillows, throat exposed as you let him toy around. It wouldn’t take long until you were sobbing and releasing all over his face. You hated how he was right, the waiting made it better. So much better. 
Cheeks flushed, eyes rolled back inside your skull as gasping moans filled the room. Peter's sounds muffled against your body, possibly enjoying this more than you. His cock was hard, leaking against his boxers. All morning his mind was filled with images of his cock stuffing you, he’d fuck you for hours if he could.
“That’s it! That’s it!” You whined, desperate as your body warmed and a sensation built up quickly. Peter’s thumb never faulted as his tongue still prodded your gushing pussy, suffocating once you trapped his head in between your thighs and lost it once your climax released. 
Your thighs are sticky with sweat, gently prying off his head as he pulls back and breathes properly. His eyes are shining, matching his glistening lips as you bring your head back. 
“Fuck that was good,” you pant, tits rising with each inhale as your fingers untangle from his blond locks. He nods, sitting up on his knees as he unbuckles his trousers. 
“Uh-uh,” you taut, closing your aching thighs and hiss at the friction. He squinted his eyes, letting out a sharp, “what?” as you watch his cock press painfully against the fabric. 
“You can wait till after dinner,” you hum in thought, turning around and leaning over the bed to fetch your panties. Peter gets a full view of your swollen goods, his breath hard as he watches you hide the pretty sight behind the fabric. 
“Are you kidding me?” He asked, sitting confused on his ruffled bed as you quickly put on your outfit. You just buttoned up your shirt and tucked it into your skirt as you leaned over, kissing him with a giggle. “It’s better if you wait,” you explain with revengeful eyes, quickly slipping out of his room and waving with an innocent smile. 
He watched the door close, cheeks flushed with red as he licked over his lips, the sweet taste invading his senses. “Fucking tease,” 
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proserpina-magnus · 2 years
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Bestie I have a question and don't feel obligated to ask I'm just new and don't know but how old are you? I'm not trying to be mean or anything and say "you can't write fanfiction at your age" or anything. I'm just curious 🧡🥰
i'm not an adult if thats what you are asking (in my country atleast, classification of adult is very different in each place). I'm an older teen, have my licenes & a job.
BUT FOR CLARIFICATION: I AM A MINOR (lmao lowkey a freak writing smut, god damn).
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proserpina-magnus · 2 years
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Come backkkk
fine.
LM>aoJAgYAg no I'm jk. I dont know why but my week long break turned into a five month break so ya know, stuff happens. I am on summer holiday now so hopefully I can get back to posting. Also fell out of my marauders phase but I got back into it just recenetly. I might even expand my writing and take requests for golden trio era stuff too... (idc what anybody says Harry & Ron are HOT, so is Neville).
Planning on posting tonight anyways so....
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proserpina-magnus · 2 years
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Hello! Are your requests open?
Yes they are! But please beware that I have very bad time managament skills so requests may take a bit. And by a bit I mean a very long time, though I'll try to get to yours soon.
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proserpina-magnus · 2 years
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🧸- This is my first request. Maybe James or Sirius is the readers older (by year) brother and they are really protective because of something that happened in the past. they could walk in on Remus and their sister kissing or something and they go all big brother on him. Maybe they both do because the other feels like a big brother to her aswell.
forget how long this took me to make, I hope you enjoy!
Remus gets caught Kissing James's Sister [ R.L ]
Prompt: Sirius and James walk into their dorm to an unwelcoming surprise.
Note: Sirius is treated as your brother, this takes place in their 7th year after he moved in with the Potters.
Reader: uses she/her pronouns (gender isn’t concerned other than feminine pronouns ).
Word count: 1.8k
Warnings: kissing, hints towards Welsh Remus with an accent, James & Sirius being dramatic and embarrassing, slight talk of past abusive bf, background jily, mention of throwing up but not described, comment to add more.
James and Sirius were laughing contagiously as they got to the common room, snickering about something that wasn’t exactly humorous to the average person.
“We have to go tell Remus!” Sirius cackled, sliding closer to the stairs as James followed right behind his tail. “Oh, we will! He’ll lose his mind!” James said with a hand on Sirius’s arm for stability, he grew a grin as he thought of something.
“Race ya?”
“you’re on!”
Both boys almost trampled a first year who was trying to get down the steps, their loud rambunctious noise alerting everyone that they were up to no good. Finally, they got to the stairs and whipped the door open. Immediately their laughs went to a halt, their wide eyes meeting another set of wide eyes.
“What the fuck are you doing?” James asked in disbelief as you quickly stumbled out of Remus’s bed and immediately tried to explain to your brother what was happening. But he didn’t listen, almost instantly pointing an accusing finger at Remus who had also awkwardly stood beside you.
“Moony! What the hell are you doing with my baby sister?!” James bellowed loudly, shushing him embarrassingly because you knew almost half of the Gryffindor tower had heard his claim.
“James! Will you just stop for a second and listen to me?” You yelled back, arms crossed and Sirius was standing in awe and.. disgust? Just as quick as James, he began to get angry at the sight. “______, what the fuck are you doing love?! You aren’t supposed to be talking to boys till you’re thirty!” Sirius exclaimed, earning a scoff.
“Sirius knock it off, mum and dad don’t have an issue-“
“Mum and dad know! And we didn’t?!” Both boys say in agony, Sirius prancing into the room as he starts to pace back and forth in thought. You were a bit worried, you wanted to tell them on your own accords.
“Mate, will you just listen,” Remus sighed, rubbing your lower back to try and get you to calm down. James noticed and spun around with a dramatic wail as he shut the door tight.
“Get your hands off her!” He scoffed, both brothers couldn’t believe the sight. How long has this been going on? With their best friend even!
“No,” Remus muttered, a bit disgruntled now as they started to act viler than they needed to be. You grabbed his hand to signify that you wouldn’t let go of him either, now glaring at your brother, before sending a dangerous look at Sirius.
James had to take a deep breath, rubbing his face roughly as Sirius had a hand on his hip. “How dare you moony,” he accused with a sass, Remus could only roll his eyes.
“We trusted you to be alone with our baby and you’re exploiting her!” Sirius almost growled and Remus began to her defensive, “she’s not a little kid!” Remus argued back, “she is literally only 11 months younger than James!”
“How is he exploiting me!? I love him, James,” you explain with desperation, Sirius gagging in the corner of the room “I’m gonna throw up!” He cried, running to the bathroom.
“Oh my Merlin, you’re gonna kill pads, _______!” James says and follows Sirius in the bathroom. You grow worried, you thought they would be a bit upset but they were acting like children. You tear up and turn your face, Remus scowling as you’re left alone for merely a second.
“It’s alright…” he whispered with a start, gently cupping your cheek and leaning down to capture your lips in a chaste kiss. “How about you wait in the common room? Lily’s down there,”
“But Rem-“
“It’s alright, they’re being git’s and you don’t deserve that. I’ll clear it up with them. They’re not mad at you okay? They’re mad at me,” Remus sighed, rubbing the nape of his neck with slightly shut eyes.
“But you didn’t do anything wrong!” You plead, hugging him tightly with as much love as you can handle. He rubs your shoulder, kisses your head and then guides you towards the shut door.
“I know, but they’re convinced I did. I’ll talk with them and we’ll be back to normal by dinner,” Remus promised with a small grin that was fake, you pout and he sent you out the door. “Does this mean now we can cuddle in the common room?”
“No!” Sirius and James yell from the bathroom, you grow flushed as you realise they could hear you the entire time. “Course’ it does' ' he grins and parts your hair back, giving a small kiss as he shoos you down the step with a swat to your behind. You turn and gasp but he only sends a small smirk before kissing the air and shutting the door close behind you. Instead of doing what he wishes of you, a few steps take you just directly outside the warm wooden door. You lean your ear on it, questioning why it’s so quiet before a series of yells and russels are exchanged in what seems like a foreign tongue. The inside of your cheeks is hollow, biting the flesh to keep yourself at bay. Remus stays quiet, which you assume because his accent is heavy when he’s questioned. Sirius and James, who you now loathe, are screaming, going quiet, Sirius cries, then once more screaming.
“You know what happened last time with that fucker-“ James is out of breath, offended and worried for his little sister's love life. Without seeing them, you know Sirius is nodding with dramatic tears on his waterline. Your heart pings with weight, knowing what James meant and appalled he even brought it up.
“I know- don’t you dare say I don’t,” Remus finally speaks in calm rage, his voice dripping dangerous venom at his mate's words. “You really think I’m like that? James, I love er’, m’have for a great while,” he declares, your cheek growed irritated at how hard your teeth grind against it. The sound of Remus uttering those words makes you weak and wobbly, the first time he’s ever said it and you’d hate to admit that you wish you were the first to hear it, not your bloody brothers.
“Well we love her too, I just don’t want her to get hurt again,”
He sniffles, Remus knew they did, but he couldn’t help rolling his eyes at their obvious tendency.
“She’s brilliant, you know that,” Remus starts, rubbing a hand through his hair in frustration. He let it go with a breath, he completely understood where they were coming from, but he still hated it. “You acted like complete pricks, go apologise,”
“Rem-“
“Don’t kid around, she was nearly in tears from your stupid performances. It was just a kiss,” he explained, “you acted like fools,” Remus went over to his bed and fixed the sheets that crumpled, his lips still tasting like your fruity chapstick as his stomach rumbled from the aroma.
“Okay, but I did really throw up,” Sirius explained, backing towards the door as Remus glared over at him. He sensed his mistake and looked at James in terror for help.
“Fine, will go apologies,” Sirius then sighs at James' glaring look as well, his lip pouting as his best friends turned on him just as quickly as he turned on Remus.
“Good,” Remus says and that’s the last thing you near before you're scurrying down the steps, tripping halfway then crawling to the sofa where lily is sitting with a raised eyebrow.
“You alright?” She asks, fixing the hair that fell in whispers along your cheek and you gave her a cheeky smile. “Rem says he loves me,” you gush, she smiles and is about to say something til three shoving boys come down the steps.
“James,” she questioned at his guiltily look, quite recently the two have been going on dates (or ‘just a butter beer’ as lily likes to call it), he sighs and his shoulders deflate.
“We’re…” Sirius led on, not being able to mutter that word, he never could and he didn’t want to learn. But he could make an exception for his little sister (apparently not his younger brother). Remus nudged both of them and James breaks down onto his knees, hugging your leg dramatically as you grow embarrassed from the looks of other Gryffindors.
“James stop it!” You hush in a whisper, yanking your leg away and bringing it up on the sofa. You take another look around the room and try not to snap at both of them. “We’re sorry,” he cries, lily watching with false eyes as she wonders why she ever liked this sobbing man.
“You can kiss Remus whenever you want,” Sirius nods, Remus jabbing his palm into the dog's back to share his hostility. Sirius looks around with a wounded face before getting on his knees next to James.
“We’ll get you whatever you want,” he pleads with his hands bound together, you are coated in embarrassment as your brothers make a greater fool of themselves. Remus is smiling at your flushed state and the two brothers can’t help but tease their younger sister. “We won’t stop until you forgive us,”
“Fine! Fine, get up you idiots! Now,” you scold and watch them both laugh as they climb onto their feet. Remus sits beside you and wraps an arm around your shoulder. Kissing your forehead as he’s happy the secret is out now, not having to feel stressed and guilty whenever his friends ask him about his ‘future’ lover.
“No,” Sirius sneers at the sight, biting the air as he feels a familiar gagging sensation form below his Adam’s apple. James' face is scrunching into disgust as Remus’s lips tickle below your ear and cause you to giggle.
“Oh please James, don’t act like I haven’t seen you snogging Lily behind the three broomsticks,” you nag at him, he flushed as Lily stood up with her book. “Don’t bring me into this, I was minding my own business,”
“But m’lily flower,” James whines, following after her as the portrait closes behind them. Sirius sulks back up to the common room to wail into his silky pillows. You smile and glance up at Remus, tilting your head perfectly for his face to move along yours and kiss your wanting lips.
“I love you,” he whispered finally, a low breath exhaling right after as he leans his head back against the sofa. You watch his throat, then take a look towards his smooth face. “Oh I know,” you speak back with the same slow whisper, Remus quirks an eyebrow and leans back down to plant small kisses against your jaw as you sit in relief, the worst is over. “Smart arse,” he nips against your mouth, you let out a faint chuckle as your arms snag around his neck, finally getting your wish.
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yayyy you are baackkk <3<3<3<3<3
YES, I mean hopefully, my course load this term is so much less stressful. Thank you for your support, it means so fucking much you have no idea!!
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proserpina-magnus · 2 years
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Can i request something with remus or sirius with a ftm reader? it can be whatever you want
YES ABSOLUTELY, I chose Sirius so I hope you don’t mind!
Sirius & his S/O who’s ftm [ S.B ]
Prompt: Sirius cuts your hair to a new length.
Reader: ftm (no pronouns mentioned)
Word Count: 0.7k
Warning: slight dysphoria, scissors, Sirius is a golden retriever boyfriend, might not apply to all hair types, comment to add more.
“Baby I do not think this is a good idea-“ you question him before it’s too late, but Sirius is already sitting you down on his bed with a pair of dangerous scissors. You flinch away before he nearly stabs you with it.
“Do not be ridiculous, let me do it, please! Pretty please,” he whines and he continues to do so for another five whole minutes until you have to shut him up with a delicate kiss and sigh a ‘fine’. He’s nearly spinning with excitement as he cuts a dangerously low piece of hair near your ear.
“Sirius!” You exclaim and grab the clump that had fallen on the floor. Was this it? You shake your head and look back over at him but he’s nearly glowing with nerves and shushes you to be quiet.
“Let me work or I’ll shave it all off,” he threatens and you wonder if you both should even be doing this on his expensive bed sheets. But his mother gifted them to him and he mostly didn’t care, he had already damaged it with cigarette burns and ink; Along with the smell of dog and pleasant chocolate, which he stole from Remus on a dangerous afternoon and nearly died by his wrath.
“Fine,” you manage to grumble and close your eyes, why had you been scared? You’ve been meaning to try out a new look for a while, to look like someone else. But if you always were that person, were you truly new? You can always change your appearance, anyone can do that, so this was alright. No consequence, Sirius had said, would come with changing your outside looks to fit the ones within. He promised to protect you if he was wrong and anybody could tell Sirius would go deranged if someone threatened him just right.
Minutes passed, snipping drawing close to your ear and bangs swooped your face. Your bottom lip nearly bled at how hard you grounded your teeth against it. Your eyes opened from how ticklish the cut hair felt, wiping your eyes and Sirius scowled as he was thrown off course.
“Stop it, I’m making you beautiful,” he exclaimed, “and you are ruining it!” He finished with a final snip, trimming the ends then running his soft hands through the base and up to the front. You shivered at how good it felt, he looked so proud of himself- but somehow he knew this was about you, so he shielded his egotistical view away.
“Holy fuck…”
“What?!” You exclaim nervously, had he messed up? You knew Sirius was a good stylist but he never cut someone else’s hair before. You reach up to grab at your hair and feel it, it felt so light, it felt good.
“You’re hot! Hotter than me,” he cried and had to look away, but couldn't stop staring in glory as he then pressed kisses all over your scrunched-up face. He knew you would have been upset from scaring you, but he tried to ease it before you blew.
“Sirius! You scared me, you git,” huffing, you get up away from his groping hands and adventure into his bathroom as you look at the new look. You fiddle with the ends, it was shaggy but it formed your face in a way that made your jaw tighten. A new confidence was formed in the low of your heart, for once truly liking what starred back in the mirror. You dreamed of this, the boyish waves that made your eyes seem infatuated with a proud look. Sirius followed after he cleaned the hair up with a wave of his wand, his arms tight around your waist.
“So, you like it?” He asked, combing it back as he watched your happy expression with a smile. You nod, turning around and kissing him deeply before turning back to keep glancing at it.
“I do, thank you,” you say and then ignore him, he chuckles into your cheek as he places a sloppy kiss against it. He pulled you away from the mirror and ignored your pout, taking your hand and charmingly bringing it to his lips with a wink. “Let’s go show you off in the common room?” He suggested, you debated it but then nodded, escaping down the stairs with you to show off his boyfriend’s gorgeous haircut.
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proserpina-magnus · 2 years
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could u maybe do a remus lupin nsfw alphabet, if not that’s fine :)
Just posted it, Love!
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proserpina-magnus · 2 years
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☘️ for Remus Lupin pleaseeeee 😭
YES! absolutly, this took me some time but I hope you dont mind.
Also this is super long, like 3.7k long..
Remus Lupin NSFW Alphabet
Reader: GN
Warning: smut, pure smut. NOT EDITED
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
I feel like he worries too much so he’s definitely scared that you didn’t like it or something- “was there anything I did wrong? Or how can I improve?” (He doesn’t actually realize that you’re having the time of your life and he’s literally a sex god). His aftercare is really sweet though, he brings you honey tea- (imagine, aftercare during the sunrise and he’s just opened the curtains and you’re set up in his t-shirt with a steaming mug in your hands while an orange glow invades you both). And he usually gets you snacks and then cuddles you gently. If you have a quickie he’ll be very touchy and always whispering in your ear.
B = Body part (their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
On himself he loves his eyes, they’re a chocolate brown and he always enjoys the compliment you give (such as “I can literally get lost in those eyes of your” or “they look like honey) has his heart beating like crazy), he also loves the deep brown because it reminds him of his favourite sweet.
He loves all of you, but if he had to choose a favourite it would probably be your hands and wrists. They’re always so soft and he likes to trace the likes on your palm. He especially loves to hold them and run his thing along the back of your hand. Then, of course, there are the times when you jerk him off and he’s absolutely mesmerized by the small state of them. Then once more when you’re using them to grip at his shoulders and back as he fucks you raw.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
He prefers to use a condom, but his pull out game is unimaginable. If it’s a quickie he would prefer to cum in your mouth or chest, but he doesn’t mind (actually finds it amusing) watching his cum lead down your back. Though he enjoys when you cum around his cock, because he loves the grip and the way you shiver against him. On the odd occasion, he would cream pie you but it's a once in a year type of thing, more of a special occasion such as your birthday.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
The first time you guys ever made out was at a Gryffindor party after they won against Slytherin. You were straddling his lap and practically grinding on him as you literally devoured his mouth, both of you drunk and just barely high enough to see straight. He creamed his pants, groaned but played it off, then once you had your fill and sat down beside him he had to act sane with cum in his pants. He was ridiculed and embarrassed, his face flushed the whole night as he kept sharing glances towards you. You had no clue and just thought he was sharing loving looks that night. Remus will die before he admits what happened to him.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
He actually hadn’t been with anyone intimately before, of course, he has his own experience with his body but he’s a learning process with others. He doesn’t know much of anything and just listens to reactions, he was quite obedient the first few times and tried to get to know your body. He was given a few hands by some enriched girls but that’s really it, made out with a few of his friends during a drunk spin the bottle (or.. a few times).
F = Favourite position (this goes without saying)
He’s more of a loving guy before a fuck guy, he enjoys intimacy and being close. His favourite is missionary just because he can watch your face and this gives you the best leverage to run your nails down his back. Revere cowgirls get him going as well, usually, if he’s feeling tired and stressed and just needs to blow off some steam and watch his baby work.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? etc.)
Depends really, he usually doesn’t laugh that much but he would say things that would make you giggle and then he’s laughing along with you. He prefers the giggly breathless fucks once in a while, it makes things not seem so serious and focuses more on the loving side, the pressure to please not so bold and demanding.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
He is literally a mammoth, like shaving can’t even get rid of it all he has to apply a charm to at least make it look presentable. He’s gotten better recently with keeping it trimmed but it’s like every other day he has to attend to it. It’s a bit more curly than his head hair and darker in colour, but of course, he gets frustrated with it quite easily so you’ll never see it.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
He’s very romantic, but not in a candlelight, rose petals type of way. He just takes his time and enjoys treasuring your body, he runs his hands down your thigh then trails it back up to squeeze at your throat as he kisses your lips. He mutters sweet things and then fucks you like you’ve never been fucked before. If he’s in a rush he’ll be more wordy, trying to get you going without his hands doing much of the work. He is aggressive in a slow way, his grip too tight then immediately loosens, groping your sensitive parts to elicit a whimper then gently soothing it over with his palm. Other times he is just so frustrated he can’t even talk, a bit more rough yet eases in minutes at your wondering touch and by the end of it he’s putty.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
He touches his cock nearly every day, it’s a usual habit when he is in the shower when he just needs to let out some steam. His sex drive is immaculate and he couldn’t bare to fuck you everyday, afraid you’d almost die at his pace. So he relies on his right hand and pretends it’s yours, but his grip is all too well known and hard, it doesn’t have anything against your soft grasp and unset pace.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
D/S, it’s not really a kink of his more like a role he likes. He leans more as a switch and he just likes taking care of you, he always feels insignificant money wise so he tries his best to please you in other ways (such as brushing your hair, getting you snacks and water, cuddles, and reading to you). In the bed it’s the same, which isn’t really shocking. He wouldn’t mind switching the roles, all he wants is to please you (and his needs, but that’s besides the point).
Makeup, is this even really a kink? Mascara and lipstick are the only thing he truly prefers, the first time he ever saw you cry with thick black tears rolling down your red cheeks was a sight he will never forget. Or when your lip gloss sticks to his cock and there’s a faint mark you were there, or even the lipstick prints on his throat get him going. He also LOVES doing your makeup for you, then proceeds to absolutely ruin it moments later.
Cock warming, what? It helps him study. He finds it a tad embarrassing to admit, but when he’s really having a hard time getting situated and focused he just needs a stabiliser, that of course being your perfect body forming around his cock. He lips to have an arm tightly bound around your waist and his chin on your shoulder as he reads his book, he also loves to see you fumble and plead for me. He truly can’t resist you when you’re wiggling all over him. Though he enjoys it, it never lasts more than thirty minutes.
L = Location (favourite places to do the do)
He prefers his bed, or any place that’s his own. He likes to fuck you on nearly every thing he can find, such as a wall, shower, the floor, outside in the garden, the desk and even the kitchen countertop. It seems to be a mission for him to claim you both on property he likes, if a certain smell entices him he would drag you over and fuck you silly for hours until the smell is mixed in with the cool of your sweet. Nothing, and I mean absolutely nothing, is better to him then the hot aroma of sex.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
A certain outfit will make him go feral, gripping at your clothed flesh and even groping your bum to earn a yelp from you. He will only smirk and kiss your cheek. Once again he loves makeup, so if he kisses your lips and the gloss spreads against his, he immediately needs your lips somewhere else. This is such a specific thing that gets him gulping, if you’re crawling on the bed to try and get to him (whether for a hug or to get a stricken reaction, he just loves the way your ass sways and your shoulder dips. A complication of all three will literally make him cream his pants at the sight.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
Roleplay- he has an absolute fit over it, costumes he can accept but the minute word play gets involved he starts fuming and refusing to do anything remotely sexual to you. He finds it too humbling, he wants to have sex with you not pretend he’s fucking some nurse. Also, the power dominance in things makes his stomach drop. Schooling & professor never caught his fancy, he finds it too manipulative. He never wants to be put into the coppice of coercion even if he has your full consent. Consensual non consent always caught him off guard too, he wants everything to be safe and as non violent as he wants (it also plays into pretending, and he doesn’t want to pretend to do anything of the sorts).
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
He doesn’t mind receiving, he particularly prefers it. He likes to wrap his hands in your hair and hold it back, he’s quite guilty of being a head pusher and a hip thruster but we love him for it. He will give and he’s actually quite skilled at it, his tongue pokes and prods in all the right places. He knows how to coordinate his hands and mouth, often even glances up at you with his chocolate eyes and you can just tell he’s smirking against your goods.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
Highly depends on his mood, but he enjoys going soft and slow, taking his time to caress everything (he’s the master of foreplay and just teases enough to get you dripping). He likes to talk a lot, but other times he stays quiet with dilated eyes to watch your body work right against his. He finds heavy comfort in it all knowing you both were made to move together. Other times, usually when he’s having a rough day. He likes to just pound into you to get out those slurry and cut off whimpers that die against the pillows, taking his time to really fuck you good so you know he can. It also is usually just a thing of dominance for him, he likes to make sure he’s capable of all things. It’s a bit threatening but trusting at the same time.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
He typically doesn’t like these unless he’s really desperate, he enjoys taking his time and going multiple rounds. If he absolutely has to, it would be in a spare room or even at a bathroom (though he hates the smell of piss and cleaning supplies, so he has to be loads drunk to even get himself going in such a place. He also feels like you don’t deserve this kind of prison, but if you beg for it he’ll do whatever you please). Quickies don’t happen often, at least once a month at best and you usually have to initiate them.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)
He MADE the marauders, of fucking course he’s a risky guy. Though his measures are rational and not done in spite and in the moment. He usually talks with you beforehand. His experiments are literally eye roll worthy, in a shaking with glorious pleasure type of way, literally drooling at the mouth. He knows your body way too well so his experiments are catered more to you than it is for himself. His risks are even better, those are rarely planned and he would just decide one day to fuck you behind and alley cause he felt like it.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
Depending on the day, he usually can go a few rounds. If he’s feeling particularly tired for whatever reason he would usually just go once (this also happens in the early morning or just before he’s going to bed, because for some reason you find it absolutely charming when he has a deep throaty voice- it scratches your ears just right. He lasts fairly long, the position definitely has leverage over it though. Doggy he can barely last for five, but missionary he would just prop your legs over his shoulders and fuck you for a bit (of course his thrust are interrupted by kisses and taking his time to respond back to your pleas). He barely lasts in your mouth, especially if you cup his balls and swirl your tongue around his tip.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
No, mostly because he is embarrassed to ever purchase one. But if you certainly brought one along he wouldn’t mind, he actually finds them interesting compared to just regular fucking. He hates to admit this, but he would love to wear a cock ring just to try it. He also wouldn’t mind a vibrator or you taking the anitited and fucking him (but again, this is on rare occasions).
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
Somehow unfairness managed to be born with Remus, either by association or just because he was simply meant to be surrounded by it. So naturally he was teasing, without meaning to most times but he’s a clever watcher so he could partake in realising his actions caused a trip to the broom closet. He would put a hand on your knee, every more or so inching his way up til his hand was practically just underneath your pelvic. Or other times when he would sneak up behind you and press lightly to your bum with his groyne, you questioned him as he meekly shrugged and said he just needed a hug- he of course, did not want a hug.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
He isn’t necessarily a one to make lewd noises, more by chance just small grunts and groans, the occasional whimper and whine whenever he’s overstimulated. The volume isn’t too loud, but it’s enough so you can hear and literally drool at the mouth because of it. It’s insanely hot for no reason whatsoever.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
Lots of people think Remus would be a very hard dom- which is true to some extent, he likes having an order for his day to day and he loves managing other people. But, he actually doesn’t really like punishments, nor the whole hurting you. At odd times (if you ask for it) then sure, he’ll do whatever you wish, but that’s only because he loves you. He just has this dire need to protect people, so he takes on a more nurturing role than utterly violent and using you for his own gain. He actually wouldn’t mind if the roles were reversed once in a while, sometimes he just wants to have no worries and let someone else handle the scene.
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
You all already know, don’t you? Definitely huge, he’s Remus Lupin of course he’s huge. However, if we are going into fine detail; he is a bit more lengthy than girthy, his tips probably a bright pinkish but matches the colour of his thin lips. What’s a bit more interesting is that he has a scar along his thigh to his naval. He isn’t veiny, a few underskin blue lines appearing every so often but not bulging out of his cock. He somehow has the prettiest cock you’ll ever see, (but of course, like I stated before- he’s Remus Lupin.. so of course he’s bound to be pretty everywhere you look).
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
He’s young so it’s pretty high (I’m not going to mention his lycanthropy cause it’s been exploited too much), it also really depends on the time of the week. Usually Monday’s to Thursday’s, never fridays, he has a very high sex drive and want’s to fuck you between his schedule. But then on weekends, despite having a large scale of time with you, he prefers to cuddle and go on small dates- but occasionally if he does feel needy during the weekends, it’s usually just slow and soft.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
Surprising he gets tired right after, he himself is just a generally sleepy person but if it’s a quick fuck in the broom closet then he’s fine and plays it off like nothing really ever happened. But if it’s a late night in the dorm he’ll comfort you for a good few minutes and do anything you ask of him, but once he’s asleep he’s out til morning.
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proserpina-magnus · 2 years
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Deciding to put this on hold and might even conclude it (mostly because of how many requests I have for both accounts and the fact I don’t follow this show anymore and decided to end with the fandom.  
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proserpina-magnus · 2 years
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Happy valentines day! 💜
THANK YOU SM, I LOVE YOU MWAH MWAH MWAH. SORRY FOR THE DELAY OF REPLIES (let’s just ignore that ) IM SUPPOSEDLY GOING TO BE POSTING SOMETHING (Late 😒) BUT YOU DIDNT HEAR THAT FROM ME.
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proserpina-magnus · 2 years
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the way you got so excited when you got that "fav writer" inbox 😭 meanwhile you are like a god to people who love peter pettigrew because you are one of the few people who write about him omg <3
STOPP YOU‘RE MAKING ME BLUSH. I WILL LITERALLY DIE ON THE HILL OF YOUNG PETER. <33 BUT THANK YOU SM FOR THIS, Y’ALL ARE BRIGHTENING MY DAY ISTG. MAKING ME SO MOTIVATED.
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