#Sirius black x plus sized reader

[ginevrapng]

"did sirius black just wink at you?"

no. you're trying to pretend he didn't at least, this is the second time so far this term sirius has winked at you and he smirks at you whenever you accidentally makes eye contact.

sirius black cannot like you, he just can't. he likes loud, confident, thin, conventionally attractive girls, he does not go for girls like you. black dates 'hot' girls like marlene mckinnon, not you.

not a girl like you, soft, cute, round.

black cannot like you, he likes someone who's like him, a gryffindor, popular, likeable, approachable, someone with the same friends. someone who he can walk next to in the corridor as he can sling his arm around their shoulder with zero shame.

that's why sirius black cannot like you. you're not his type and at this point you're getting annoyed with his constant fucking around with you.

you pretend you've never shown much interest in him before. you don't talk to him in class and don't talk to him in general, you pretend to think his jokes are immature and his hair is ridiculous and everyone believes you, apart from the man himself. you scoff and roll your eyes at the snarky remarks made in class towards the teachers although you hide your mouth behind your hand and slightly smile, you bite your lip trying to stop giggling, you pretend you want to support your house and watch all the quidditch matches but the only reason you attend every single game is to watch sirius play.

sirius black is smarter than people believe him to be, he knows that it's all an act that you put up. and he loves it.

he loves the way you turn your head away from the door every time he walks into class late. he loves to hear you stifle your giggling as you see the latest prank he's pulled like snape walking around with bright green hair. he loves the big jumpers you wear when you always pull your sleeves down so they cover your hands. he loves the way your chubby cheeks become more prominent on your face as you're talking carefree to your friends.

"black did not wink at me, he probably doesn't even know my name. i'm not his type."

you're sitting in the courtyard and you're pretending you haven't noticed the marauders. you want to read to get some work done but the library is too cold and your common room is too crowded. you try and focus on your essay but not only are the marauders near you, a couple of your friends are distracting you too.

one of your friends is bending down to your eye level, blocking out the sun while complaining that you're wasting the day, your other friend being just as melodramatic waving their hands about complaining about something you're paying zero attention to.

in the corner of your eye you see james potter laying on the ground fiddling with a golden snitch, which you think is strange because though you go to the gryffindor games to watch sirius you do know that james is a chaser. remus lupin's reading a muggle book and is somehow being able to ignore his mates chattering. peter pettigrew has his hand stuck in a can of something that he's trying to shake out off while sirius is snickering at him.

thinking you've looked at him long enough for it to start becoming suspicious you turn your full attention back to your essay.

"oi, black's looking at you again." your friend shouted to you in a whisper.

"no he's not," you hiss back not looking up.

"yes he is!" came from both of your friends.

"i'm not his type guys," you reply getting exasperated, feeling like you've had this exact conversation so many times by now.

"who says?"

you freeze, knowing that voice, having dreams about that voice. finally you look up from your essay to see sirius smirking from behind you having heard your conversation. your two friends have the biggest grins on their face, i told you so grins.

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[moonstruckme]

Hi! I am absolutely in love with your writing! The way you portray our boys is just *chefs kiss*

Anywho, I was wondering if I could request poly!marauders x plus size reader? Maybe she is very confident until somebody picks on her and she starts becoming obsessed with dieting and stuff. (I'm struggling a lot with that rn) just a bunch of worry and comfort from our boys.

If you don't feel comfortable writing this or just the prompt I gave it's okay. Ily!♡

Hi, thanks for requesting my love! I'm really sorry you're struggling right now, I know how hard it can be and hope you're doing your best to take good care of yourself. You're beautiful just as you are <33

cw: size insecurity, behavior that hints at disordered eating

poly!marauders x plus size!reader ♡ 1.2k words

The worst part is, you know they weren’t even really trying to insult you. 

You smiled as best you could, said your thanks politely, and moved on. Moved on outwardly, that is. Inside, the words play over and over in your head, like a song on the radio that gets worse each time you listen to it. It wasn’t that they were vicious, or particularly clever, or even wrong. It’s just, you’re not used to people commenting on your body like that. 

You know you’re not skinny. So does everyone else. Neither of you typically feel the need to confer about it. Every now and again, some cruel busybody will say something, but that’s fairly easy to brush off. They’re insecure about their own looks, they have nothing better to do than fixate on strangers’ appearances, they’ve probably been on diet pills since they were twelve. You wish them well and mostly forget about it. But what’s worse is when someone comes to you with good intentions. The idea of being perceived as pitiful or wrong—really, having your physical form perceived at all—by someone who seems to want the best for you is what really hurts. That’s what makes you want to hide, to shrink yourself down until they can’t see you anymore. To become the invisible status quo. 

It’s why, over the last few days, anything skintight or remotely showy has been relegated to the back of your closet in favor of things that hide your figure. Why you’ve stopped drawing attention to yourself with colorful makeup and instead started focusing on your health. Well, your health as it presents itself externally. 

“Anyone else fancy a dessert?” Sirius muses as you sit reading on the couch, Remus reading the next book in the series beside you. 

“Um, no,” James says, holding up a hand of cards from the game he and Sirius have been playing, “you only want to go so you don’t have to stick around and lose.” 

“Whatever my other, subconscious motives may be,” Sirius says guilelessly, “I really feel like something chocolate. Don’t you, Moons?”

That’s always a safe bet. Remus looks up from his book, intrigued. “I could go for some chocolate.” 

Sirius grins. “What about you, gorgeous?”

That’s usually a safe bet too. But you shouldn’t. “Thanks, but I’m still full from dinner.” 

Sirius looks cheated, and Remus cocks his head at you. “Really? Didn’t seem like you ate much.” He’s not wrong. Remus had made the most incredible feta pasta, it was borderline heartbreaking to leave any on your plate. But you’re trying to practice restraint, and thankfully, James had happily taken care of your leftovers for you. “Did you have a late lunch or something?”

“Mhm.” 

James looks up, eyebrows furrow bemusedly behind his glasses. “No you didn’t, angel. You said you didn’t feel like lunch after we had breakfast together, remember?”

“Oh.” You nod. So what? You’d had a late breakfast, and a decently sized dinner, and why do you really need more than two meals anyway? Who made that rule? You’re a bit hungry, but your body just needs time to adjust to your new routine. It’s used to overindulging. And nothing about today means you deserve dessert. “Right.” 

Sirius wraps his fingers delicately around your ankle, smoothing a path up your shin with his palm. “Darling,” he says, and he looks distracted as he runs his fingers over the old scars on your knee, but you know him well enough to recognize when he’s keyed in, “did you eat anything today, other than breakfast and that little bit of dinner? Any snacks or anything?” 

You can’t help the little rush of pride that goes through you. “No.” 

Sirius doesn’t look proud. In fact, he’s frowning, as are Remus and James. You change tactics. “I’m not really hungry, though.” 

“No?” Sirius' voice is unsettlingly gentle. “Why don’t you want to have dessert tonight, pretty girl?”

“Because,” you say, beginning to feel defensive (though you’re not sure of what), “I don’t need it.” 

“It’s not about need, though,” James says, and why is it beginning to feel like you’re in an argument? “It’s about what you want. Do you want a little something sweet?”

“I…” Yes. The answer is yes, but do you want it more than you want to feel good about yourself? “I think what I want more is to prove to myself that I can go without it.” 

Remus’ scars shift as his face scrunches in concern. “Dove,” he says, and you can’t decide if his tone is more reprimand or pity. You don’t like either option. “Where is this coming from?” 

“I’m just…I’m trying something new,” you decide. “I want to lose a little weight, okay? Nothing crazy.” 

“But why?” James sets down his cards, looking completely befuddled. “Angel, you’re gorgeous. You can do whatever you want, but we love you just like you are.” 

“And,” Sirius adds before you can reply, “we love you most when you’re happy. I sort of thought,” he says, lowering his voice like he’s telling you a secret, “that our late-night treat runs made you happy. No?”

“They do.” You pull your legs up onto the couch, away from Sirius’ touch. “I just…I think it would make me happy to be a more normal size, too.” 

Remus looks gutted. “Honey, you…it’s your body, and you should do whatever feels right for you to be healthy, but…we love you like this,” he insists, ardent. “You’re beautiful, I mean it, and I hate the idea that you might want to change for…well, for anyone other than yourself.” 

You hesitate. You’re not actually sure who you’re doing this for. When had you become one of the people who want for you to be smaller so desperately? “You seriously don’t think I would look better if I were thinner?” You’ve never been one to put much stock into what any men think of your appearance, so you feel silly for asking, but you’re in a vulnerable state. And really, don’t all guys want a girl that looks like the love interests in the movies you all grew up with? 

James looks you in the eye, letting you see the earnestness in his as he says, “You’re absolutely lovely, right here, right now. We wouldn’t change a thing.” 

Your answering smile is oddly watery. Remus makes an awfully lovely cooing sound, leaning over to wrap an arm around your waist and paying no mind to the chub there as he pulls you into his side. “Don’t be upset, darling. You know what I bet will cheer you up?” He smiles as you look up at him questioningly, kissing between your brows. “Some chocolate. How would you feel about that?”

You let out a quiet little laugh. “Pretty good.” 

“Yes!” Sirius pumps his fist in the air, already abandoning his cards and standing up. “I knew you’d come through, gorgeous. Now I think the more pressing question is, do we want chocolate pastries or chocolate ice cream?”

“Ice cream, obviously,” James says. “Before it gets so cold out we don’t feel like it.” 

“Not all of us suffer from weather constraints,” Sirius argues. “I vote pastry.” 

“Why would you bring ice cream up if you didn’t want it? Think long and hard, Pads. Are you going to feel like a frozen dessert when you need three layers to go outside in a few weeks?”

Remus rolls his eyes at you as you follow them out the door, letting your boys continue their bickering all the way to the store.

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[chubbyreaderwriter]

Joke Pt 3

Young Sirius Black x Chubby/Plus Size Reader

Imagine:  Sirius really likes you but his reputation makes you think he’s using you for a joke. He has to prove his feelings for you but it goes horribly wrong.

Word Count: 2.7K

Warnings: None

Masterlist 

Part 1  Part 2

previously...

Now that you were pretty much alone again, you pulled out the earrings once more to admire them, holding them in your hands and you had to urge to bring them up to hold against your chest. You’d never received such a gift before, you loved them. Maybe he really didn’t mean to hurt your feelings?

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A bored sigh left your mouth as you waited in the Gryffindor common room for Lily to return. Everyone had left to go to Hogsmeade but you hadn’t gotten your permission slip signed in time and couldn’t go. You hadn’t stuck around long, not wanting to cause a scene by arguing with the professor. You said goodbye to Lily and walked back to the common room to lie down on the couch. There was only a couple of third years around, everyone else was at classes or on trips out. You supposed it was going to be a very lonely couple of hours. You turned over to face the fireplace, watching the flames was calming and it relaxed you. You jumped when you felt something touch your leg, pulling them closer to you and spinning your head around to see Sirius standing next to you, his hands in the air.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to frighten you, was just wondering if I could sit here.” You didn’t say anything but you moved to sit up so he could sit on the other end of the couch. You bent your legs up towards you and looked at the couch arm, “What are you doing here?” Sirius scoffed out a laugh, “What? I’m not allowed to be in my own common room?” You rolled your eyes, “You know what I meant, why aren’t you on the trip with everyone else?” Sirius shrugged his shoulders, “Parents wouldn’t sign my permission slip.” You glanced over in his direction, “That sucks.” He made a noise of indifference, “No, not really, I wasn’t really going to do anything there anyways.”

You nodded and turned to face him properly, having to turn your head every couple of seconds was hurting your neck a little, “So what are you gonna do until your entourage come back?” Sirius chuckled and shrugged his shoulder again, “I’m not quite sure, how about you?” You sighed in thought, “Well, I was thinking about going to the library to do some homework.” Sirius blurted out, “No, that’s boring. I’ve got an idea. Wait here.” You were confused as Sirius jumped up from the couch and ran upstairs to the boys dorms. You didn’t want to just leave, that would be kind of mean, even if he deserved it. You weren’t exactly sure why you were being friendly to Sirius after what he did, but you had a feeling you were going to regret it. 

You waited there for five minutes before Sirius finally returned, with a piece of fabric in his arm that looked like a cloak and a plain piece of parchment. You gave him a hesitant look, “What are you expecting to do with those?” Sirius just grinned and waved you over as he started walking out of the common room. You groaned as you got up and followed him, wishing you hadn’t said anything to him now. You should’ve known he would eventually rope you into one of his pranks. You’d only took one step outside and you looked around but didn’t see Sirius anywhere. He was right here, where did he go? You went to go walk down the stairs when you felt a tap on your shoulder behind you. You turned around but there was nothing there. 

Just as you were starting to get creeped out, you felt something get thrown over your head and suddenly Sirius was standing right in front of you, “Hello gorgeous.” You rolled your eyes but couldn’t stop yourself from blushing at how close the two of you were, you were an inch away from touching. You tried to step back but Sirius put his arm around you to keep you close, “Careful, wouldn’t want to cloak to fall off and reveal us sneaking around would you?” While Sirius wouldn’t mind it at all if he was caught with you so close to him, you were worried what people might think about you considering what happened a couple weeks ago with the badges. You sighed but stayed close to him, “Where did you get this anyway?” “It’s James’, some kind of family trinket or something. Comes in really handy for pranks, and so does this.” He showed you the piece of parchment and you sighed, taking it into your hands, “And how does a piece of parchment help you with pranks?” Sirius reached over to tap it with his wand, “I solemnly swear I am up to no good.” 

You looked in awe as text started to show up on the parchment, and then confusion, “Who are these guys?” Sirius grinned, clearly excited, “They’re us, me and the guys. I’m Padfoot, Remus is Mooney, James is Prongs and Peter is Wormtail.” You hummed, “So this shows you where everyone is in the castle? No wonder you lot get away with so much.” Sirius nodded, pointing to a corridor where you could see a couple of teachers passing then turned to face each other. While you were snooping, Sirius saw a teacher heading this way and covered your mouth, pushing you against the wall. You felt your heart racing and you blushed but once you saw the professor walk past you two, you calmed down. Sirius moved away from you, “Are you okay?” You looked down and nodded, “Yeah I’m fine.” Sirius could tell there was something up with you but didn’t question it, taking your hand and leading you in the direction of Filch’s office. 

You wouldn’t admit it but it was kind of thrilling sneaking around without anyone knowing you were there. You doubted you would agree to do this on a regular basis but you could be persuaded to do it again. You saw Filch going into his office and just before the door shut, Sirius pulled you inside with him. You watched as Sirius pulled out his wand and whispered a spell that made the desk start to float. Filch gasped and cried out, watching in horror as the cabinets started flickering open and shut again. You had to hold back a laugh as he fell over trying to leave and Sirius put his wand to his throat to make his voice sound more ghostly as he shouted, “Get Out!” Filch whimpered and practically crawled out of the room and you heard him shouting, “Demon Furniture! Demon Furniture!” as he ran down the hallway.” Once the coast was clear, you let yourself laugh out loud, “Is he always this gullible?” Sirius chuckled but it was quieter than normal. He wasn’t really paying attention to what you said, too bust focusing on your laugh. He had never heard you laugh so hard before, he didn’t want it to end. He felt proud that he was the one who made you laugh like that. 

You sighed in relief as you stopped laughing, it was starting to hurt your sides, you were laughing so much. You looked at Sirius, a smile on your face but it went away when you saw how he was looking at you. You cleared your throat, “What?” He stepped closer and looked into your eyes, “Can I show you something? But you can’t tell anyone else about it.” You nodded, this was possibly the most exciting day you’ve had all year, you wouldn’t mind experiencing a little more. 

You followed Sirius out of Filch’s office, still hiding underneath the cloak. Having to be confined against Sirius was making you feel a little warm under your jumper. Just as your fingers fiddled with the hem, preparing to take it off, Sirius suddenly stopped in front of you. You didn’t manage to stop yourself in time and crashed right into his back, your hands instinctively clinging onto his sides to steady yourself in case you fell. Sirius felt heat rush to his cheeks having felt your body pressed against his back, your arms half wrapped around him. But as soon as he felt it, it was gone as you pushed yourself away from him to stand by yourself. Sirius turned his head to look at you over his shoulder, “We’re here.”

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion as you looked straight at a plain stone wall, identical to many others within the castle. Sirius grinned at your face as he closed his eyes and started to think. You looked at either side, looking out for any students or teachers headed your way, but there was no one in sight. You glanced back at the wall and your eyes widened ever so slightly as you watched a pattern start to emerge on the wall in front of you. It grew and grew until it showed two large doors. Your mouth was parted in shock, how had you never noticed this before. A snicker ruined your awe and you glared at Sirius who did nothing to hide his amusement. He opened the door and headed inside waiting until you were both safely inside until taking the cloak off. You gasped as you looked around the room, it looked like a similar version of your common room but cosier, there was something about it that made you feel safe and protected. Sirius watched you wander about the room, “This is the Room of Requirement. It comes to those in need. Me and the guys found it a couple years ago.”

You had sat yourself down on one of the many couches in the room, “What would you need another common room for? All to yourself?” Sirius followed you to the couch, “It doesn’t always look like this, the room alters to fit what you need it for.” You nodded in understanding, “So why do you need this room?” Sirius shrugged, “I guess it’s where I feel most comfortable, where I see all the people most important to me.” You weren’t looking at him but you didn’t miss his pointed stare as he spoke. You tugged the sleeves of your jumper down over your wrists as you looked down at your feet, a rush of awkwardness overcoming you, “So what are we doing here then?”

Sirius shrugged and looked around, “Whatever we want, the room will adapt to bring us whatever we require, hence the name, so just name it?” You slowly spun around, eyes taking in everything that was laid out over tabletops and on the couches. Your eyes caught a familiar chessboard, “Want to play some chess?” It wasn’t the most interesting idea but it was all you could think of. Sirius hummed in thought, “Alright but we’ll make it interesting, after each game, the loser has to reveal something about themselves.” You sighed and rolled your eyes at him but sat down, of course he had to use this to pry into your personal life. But again, there was nothing else to do until everyone returned from Hogsmeade so you might as well waste the time somehow. You placed the chess board atop the coffee table in front of the fireplace and the two of you sat either side of it on the floor, the thick rug on the ground was warm and soft enough that it wasn’t uncomfortable.

Within twenty minutes, Sirius held a triumphant smirk on his face as his king smashed your queen into pieces, “Checkmate (Y/L/N), time to reveal your secrets,” he wiggled his fingers in front of you and you didn’t bother hiding a small smile as you looked up, thinking of what to say. “Um, okay, I’ll say that my favourite colour is red.” You looked at Sirius and was taken aback by his unimpressed expression, “What?” Sirius rolled his eyes, “That was nothing, rule change, you have to answer the winner’s question of choice with complete honesty.” You huffed, “Okay fine, what is it?” “I want to know what your favourite animal is.”

You shrugged in mild annoyance, “I don’t see how that’s much of a step up from my favourite colour, but okay. My favourite animal would be dogs , they’re just so cute and usually pretty friendly. My parents have three and I love them all.” Sirius smiled to himself and you raised an eyebrow at him but he shook his head, “Nothing, now come on, let’s go again.”

Almost two hours had passed and it was abundantly clear that you were out of your league playing chess with Sirius. You had lost every single game and had been forced into spilling the beans about your hobbies, wether Lily fancied James or if he had no chance at all, which classes you liked best, what the muggle world was like, your favourite things about the wizarding world etc. You had started to get bored of chess after losing so many times but you didn’t want to seem like a sore loser though you did nothing to hide the pout on your face as it appeared Sirius had the upper hand once again. Sirius smiled to himself as he watched you staring at all the difference pieces left on the board, your eyebrows furrowed deep in concentration as you looked for a way to win. He purposely moved his knight away to leave his queen open to be attacked and watched with restrained glee as you sat up in excitement, practically shouting, “Checkmate! Checkmate! Finally!”

Sirius couldn’t help the chuckles as he watched you and you couldn’t help filling up with embarrassment, your cheeks flushing red as you settled back down. You cleared your throat, “Okay now it’s my turn to ask you a question and you have to be completely honest.” Sirius nodded in return at your pause. You sighed and looked him in the eyes, “Do you really like me or is it all a joke?” Sirius’s face turned serious as he stared back at you, “I know everyone thinks of me as just some prankster, as some kind of ‘manwhore’ as I heard Molly say before, but I never intend to hurt anyone’s feelings. I don’t pretend to like someone for a prank, I know I went about it all the wrong way but I promise I do like you (Y/N), you’re different than the other girls, I can’t stop thinking about you. But you’ve said no and I’ll respect that now like I should have done in the beginning. I’m still really sorry about that and I’m glad we’re friends again at least.”

You bit your lip and nodded your head, his words seemed genuine and that was good enough for you. You gave him a soft smile, “Thank you, now come on, Lily and the others should be back any moment now so let’s head back, I’m satisfied now that I’ve won once.” Sirius got up and followed you out, using the map to show when it would be clear to exit the room of Requirement. You didn’t bother hiding with the cloak on the way back, the two of you walking in a comfortable silence back to the Gryffindor common room. The two of you headed inside of the painting and once it opened, you heard loud voices all chattering over each other, indicating everyone had returned already. Sirius turned to you, “Well, I had fun today maybe I can help you waste time again?” You scoffed, “I’ll think about it, it was pretty fun.”

Sirius couldn’t help the big grin on his face as he turned and walked over to the other marauders. You watched him walk away for a moment and just as you were about to turn away, you saw a piece of parchment fall out of his pocket and land on the floor in front of you. You quickly picked it up before it could get stood on and turned it over to see what it was. Your eyes skimmed over the paper and saw it was his permission slip for the Hogsmeade trip today, only at the bottom it was clearly signed by both of his parents. You looked up but he hadn’t seen you pick it up so you quickly folded it and put it into your own trouser pocket, heading upstairs to see if Lily had come straight back as well. You bit your lip, trying to ignore the warm feeling you felt in your chest as your hand gripped the parchment in your pocket.

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[hearts4court]

how i feel after stress eating because i haven't finished any of my drafts and i have more requests in my inbox.

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[cloudroomblog]

Am i the only one who gets upset at people who make x OC fics, and put the #character x reader tags????

Like please stop tagging OC fics as x reader.

It's annoying, but i know they do it for reach. But welp i usually end up blocking them to not see them so oop.

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[luveline]

ok wait. rockstar!sirius with chubby reader. r is scared to go public with their relationship because people might say he deserves someone prettier, and he reassures her?

modern!au slightly NSFW !! fem!reader

Sirius is never gonna try and tell you what to do. He would never tell you to do anything you weren't ready for, and that includes going public as his girlfriend.

But fuck, he wants you to.

No matter what you might sometimes say about yourself, or what others might say, Sirius thinks you're pretty — the kind of pretty he wants to show off all the fucking time. He doesn't know how to explain it but he's willing to try.

"You look like a flower," he says quietly.

You peek up at him where you're sitting in the folding chair next to his vanity. "What does that mean?" you ask with a smile.

"I don't know. You're always so..." He strokes up the curve of your neck from your left shoulder and with the back of his right hand. It's a very specific movement. "Fresh-faced."

You smile, your expression exactly the kind of open softness he'd been talking about. "That's not true! I haven't washed my face yet today, so I know you're lying."

"I'm not lying."

You tip your head toward his hand and he takes the hint, fingers covering the bump of your cheek and thumb under your chin. He tilts your head up.

"You know that photo we took yesterday, by the pool?"

Your smile wanes the tiniest bit. You're far from immune to the worries most girls feel in a bikini, and you hadn't liked the photo. You hadn't made him delete it, though. Progress.

"It looks good, and it would fit really well as the cover photo on my twitter."

You bite the inside of your lip and lean further still into his hand. He can feel your eyelashes twitch and the warmth of your exhale as you hum. It's a conversation you've had a couple of times. It's always relaxed, always about choices, but it never fails to upset you.

"Siri," you utter.

"It'll be a soft reveal." Lily's words.

You deliberate audibly. "Siri, it's- You have all these people, all these girls, watching you and listening to you. When they see me, they-"

"What?"

"They won't believe it. They'll wonder what you're doing," — Sirius gawps at you as you close your eyes, effectively hiding your face from view — "with someone like me."

"Like you."

"Rockstars don't date fat girls."

It's not true, for starters. They do, but he knows why you'd say otherwise. It's much less common, more so to see someone in Sirius' circles with thin runway model type girls. Sirius doesn't argue with that truth, in the same way he won't insist you're skinny. You're not.

"They'll say you should be with someone who's actually pretty."

"You're so unfair to yourself," he says.

You deflate entirely.

"You're pretty. You are. You're more than that," he continues.

"You don't have to," you mumble.

"Yeah, I do." He sighs, taking your face into both hands. He tries to think of what to say and how to say it. You aren't a size six. He doesn't want you to be. You have a soft face and a softer tummy. That's how he likes you.

"Someone who's actually pretty?" he quotes softly, eyes dead set on yours and begging for you to raise your gaze. "Someone... With sweet, shy eyes? Someone who has... The most darling smile? Someone with..." His hands move slowly down to your shoulders. He holds you tightly in place and moves in to gently kiss the skin under your jaw. "A chubby tummy?"

You snort as Sirius kisses a sluggish path up toward your ear. He smiles in relief at the sound, and his hands creep down, down, down.

"With the most perfect pair of thighs I've ever seen?" he asks, worming between them to grab at the doughy insides.

You squeal and wrap your arms around his neck on impulse, effectively pulling his face toward your ear. He blows softly into your ear canal, and then he whispers, "Most perfect thighs I've ever been between."

"Shut up," you demand, giggling.

He leaves your thighs reluctantly to hug you as you're hugging him. When he squeezes you, he does it without worrying you'll shy away as you might've when you just met. You were so careful about being touched, worried he might feel the extra softness you carry.

Well, he does feel it. He loves it, and he loves you, and he really just wants to post your picture on twitter. Or the entire Internet, if you'll let him.

"You're lovely," he assures you, nosing at the skin behind your ear.

"Thank you, baby."

He smiles. "Let me show you how much I mean it?"

"Fuck off."

"Please? I got-" He pulls back to quickly check his watch, and grins at you when he sees the time. "Like, twenty minutes. I could show you how much I mean it twice."

"Only twice? Losing your touch."

He pinches at your sides, wondering if it's cruel to want to make you regret it. He's all bark and no bite, anyhow. Right now, he just wants to kiss you.

You see it on his face.

"Kiss me," you tell him. "We'll talk about your twitter thingy afterward. Okay?"

"That's my girl," he says, and leans in.

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[lizard-on-a-window-pane]

The Prettiest Star

i started writing this last night but finished it today so it’s kind of both Song-fic Saturday and Smutty Sunday for my 250 Followers Writing Event

Song-fic Saturday 🎶 song: The Prettiest Star by David Bowie

pairing: Sirius Black x plus size! reader 

tags / warnings: NSFW (minors do not interact!), smut, angst, fluff, friends to lovers, oral, p in v (unprotected — use condoms y’all, this is fantasy), fem!reader, plus size! reader, reader insecurities about her weight, body positivity, non-magical au (couldn’t have them just apparating out of the rain, right?)

notes: i’m a huge music fan and love Bowie and have been listening to Aladdin Sane a lot because it’s just had its 50th anniversary, so hence the song inspiration (“The Prettiest Star”)

word count: 8.1k (yike, please enjoy)

“Does this look too tight?” you ask Lily as you look at your reflection in your favourite jumper, tugging it down repeatedly. You’ve never been particularly thin, but you’d gained a noticeable amount recently, and it was increasingly making getting dressed the worst part of your day. “It looks fine, Y/N,” she says, a bit dismissively, then catches herself (and the look on your face), and adds, “Really. You look beautiful. Don’t ever let the scale tell you different,” giving you a warm smile. It was the “right” thing to say, perhaps, and you were grateful for what a sweet friend she always was to you, truly, but it didn’t make you feel any better. And… if you were brutally honest, it kind of annoyed you. You couldn’t quite put your finger on why, and the feeling made you feel guilty on top of everything else. After all, she hadn’t done anything wrong; in fact, she was just genuinely trying to help, or perhaps even just genuine in what she said. But somehow, when it came to any comments on your body — especially specifically about your weight, negative or positive, you grew irritable even more than uncomfortable. You felt as if no one understood the mix of self-consciousness and self-confidence that you felt. As if everyone projected either how they felt about themselves or how they assumed all fat people felt onto you. Worse, you felt that you could never express your true feelings to anyone. Even when you tried, things came out muddled, or things you said were directly contradictory — yet equally true. It couldn’t possibly be that no one else felt contradictory things about themselves, about their bodies, could it? Were you just shit at articulating your feelings, or were your feelings that atypical? 

You opt to keep the jumper on even though it hugged your chest a bit more tightly than usual. A twinge of regret went through you at the thought that usually winter was your favourite time in terms of fashion in general and your wardrobe specifically. You loved your winter clothes and winter aesthetics overall. You really didn’t want to let a little weight gain get in the way of that, but it had a way of making itself known no matter how much you tried to avoid it. 

On cue, it whispers in your head, “You probably only like winter clothes more because they cover more of you. None of those pretty sundresses Lily, Marlene, Mary, or Dorcas wear ever fit you. Not to mention any summer outfit that involves no bra or a visible bralette - not a chance.”  You shake your head at yourself, trying to convince yourself that comfort was a complicated thing, that you didn’t have to overanalyze everything in such an accusatory way.  

You finish getting ready and head to the pub with Lily to meet the others. Remus and James greet you, and James can’t say enough times how lovely Lily looks. It makes you happy for them, two of your best friends so in love, but you can’t help but feel a little funny, a little longing at the lack of those comments ever made about you. 

The thing is, you didn’t dislike yourself. In fact, there were many times you genuinely thought you were beautiful, or that you wouldn’t trade yourself for anyone else. But those thoughts came more easily when you were alone, and not wanting to be anyone else did not include not wanting to be yourself, minus a bit here or there. 

You feel a pair of arms come around your middle from behind you, and there’s no time to be freaked out because you immediately know who it is. It’s like a sixth sense. Sure, you recognize his intoxicating smell, can feel and hear the texture of his characteristic leather jacket, but there’s more to it. Before you even consciously register these things or hear him whisper in your ear, you know it’s him. Sirius. Your best friend in the entire world. “Hello, darling girl,” he greets.  “How is my finest friend on this finest of evenings?” 

“Hi, Siri,” you smile, leaning back into him. “I’m alright; you?” You turn your head up to look at him. “Just alright? Oh, we need to remedy that, love. Urgently.” He looks around a bit, registering your other friends, sharing greetings here and there. “D’you have a drink yet? Let’s go get one, yeah?” he asks, unwinding his arms from his hug but leaving one around your shoulders, where it stays as you walk over to the bar together. 

“You’re good then?” you ask again, giggling a bit - sometimes it was as if you couldn’t help it; his presence made you giddy. “Me? Oh, I’m wonderful. I’ve been having the greatest hair day, which is truly saying something, and now I’m with you,” he squeezes your shoulder a bit, “What else could I possibly ask for?” 

You roll your eyes, your smile never fading, wrap your arm around his waist, and say, “Two rum and cokes, maybe?” You nod toward the bartender. “You always have better luck getting their attention than I do. It’s like they only see the attractive girls, honestly.” 

Comments like these came easily to you when you were around people you trusted. It was strange; they weren’t really intended as self-deprecating. And you weren’t fishing for compliments either, especially not with your closest friends. Part of you wanted to be able to make comments like that freely, to not have to censor your thoughts and feelings when it came to your appearance, thinking that such things really shouldn’t be taboo in the first place, and especially not with people you loved. The other part, well, you weren’t so sure what the other part wanted. 

“You’re attractive,” Sirius responds, matter-of-factly, your heart rushing a little at the sound of it. You knew you had feelings for him, had for ages and had no use in denying it, but there was also the lack of pity in his comment. He never treated you as fragile; his voice never took on the tone of a motivational poster. “Maybe not to everyone,” he adds candidly, “but no one is attractive to everyone. And,” he pauses, looking down at you conspiratorially, “a lot of people have shit taste anyway.” He pauses again, considering you intently. Then something shifts in his expression, and he adds, speaking more quickly than before, “I mean, not everyone likes Bowie, for example. Bowie, Y/N, Bowie. Why should we ever put stock in what other people think if some of those people can’t see - or hear or whatever - beauty when it’s right in front of them?”

You grin but shoot back, “You’re attractive to everyone.”

Raising his eyebrows, looking straight into your eyes, he responds, “Does that include you then?” A careless group of girls bumping into you saves you from having to decide how much of a joking tone to put on your response. You didn’t find Sirius attractive. You found Sirius the most beautiful person you’d ever met, in senses that went far beyond his impeccable hair, his striking grey eyes, his pronounced cheekbones. 

He holds you closer protectively at the jostling crowd, turns to ask for your drinks, and begins absentmindedly stroking your shoulder as he does so. 

“No wonder you always wear this,” he says, pinching your jumper, “It’s so bloody soft.” 

You had no idea he ever remembered or even noticed what you wore. Marlene, sure. Marlene was making a statement every time she stepped out of the house. And her face and body punctuated that statement with a big exclamation mark. But you? You hardly ever got that kind of attention. Maybe a “nice shirt” when you wore a particularly fun pattern, but that was about it. 

You notice him looking at your torso as he says this and swear his eyes linger on your chest. You’re worrying he can tell it’s tighter than usual, so you tug at the hem, but when he looks quickly away, you try not to make too much of it. 

You’re having loads of fun with your friends, swapping stories, sharing shots, occasionally shouting the lyrics to the good songs that come on. You and Sirius — who’s standing next you, his arm perpetually around you, much to the dismay of the many girls and few guys who come flirting — have a habit of turning to each other every time a new song comes on, deciding in unison whether it’s a good or bad one. The very occasional disagreement yields the most fun arguments, always along the lines of “You think this isn’t rubbish? You’re making me question our entire friendship here, love. I don’t know if I can trust you anymore.” (Sirius) or “Oh, come on.  This sounds exactly like every other song in the genre but mediocre. Not everything has to be original, but it’d be nice if it weren’t typical and trash.” (You) 

Then some new Bowie comes on. And Sirius looks as though he’s just received the greatest news of his life. 

Cold fire, you’ve got everything but cold fire / You will be my rest and peace child, rings out Bowie’s electric voice. “Come dance with me!” Sirius bursts at you, hardly asking, dragging you by the hand to where a few (mostly quite drunk) people were dancing. He’s holding both your hands, and you’re moving together organically, falling into a languid rhythm with each other and the song. By the next line, Sirius is singing along, and as he sings with Bowie, “I moved up to take a place… Near you,” he shuffles closer to you seductively, looking nowhere but into your eyes as he places your hand on his shoulder and moves his own to your hip.

He’s theatrical with every lyric, each of which he knows by heart; “So tired,” he swoons; “It’s the sky that makes you feel tried,” he belts looking up toward the ceiling; “It’s a trick to make you see wide,” his eyes come back to yours, open wide and full of mirth; “It can all but break your heart…,” he steps closer to you again;  “… In pieces,” he swoons again, this time onto your shoulder, leaning on you and holding you close. You’re too busy laughing both with and at him to be able to sing along yourself.

“Staying back in your memory… Are the movies in the past,” he continues, acting less and dancing smoothly with you, spinning you around and catching you close afterward.

He’s staring into your eyes, his face very close to yours as he sings, much more softly now, swaying slowly more than dancing, “How you moved is all it takes… to sing a song of when I loved… the prettiest star.” His hands squeeze you as he says those last three words. 

He gives you another playful spin and goes on, “One day… though it might as well be someday… you and I will rise up all the way… all because of what you are…” Then, for the first time in the whole song, he and Bowie don’t synchronize. As Bowie finishes the line over the speakers, “the prettiest star,” you distinctly hear — and see, since his lips are so close to you after all — Sirius finish, “my prettiest star.” 

The rest of the world has all melted away by this point; all that’s left is Sirius; all you can hear is the song, his voice, your frantic heartbeat in your ears. His hand comes to your face, caressing your cheek then resting there.

You have no idea how to react. Sirius flirted with you often. But Sirius flirted with everyone often. It was just a quirk of his personality. And Sirius touched you often. But it was never this gentle, this intimate. You don’t want to get your hopes up. Because as much as — or perhaps because of how much — you love him, you can’t really believe he’d see you that way. You’ve let yourself entertain the idea many times, sure, even suspected from time to time over the years of your friendship that maybe just maybe your desire was mutual, but ultimately, your fears and doubts — doubled every time a girl half your size who could so easily be on any billboard flirted with Sirius — would win out and push those thoughts and feelings down. 

Your rhythmic swaying, your prolonged eye contact, your bursting heart and muddled mind continued through the end of the song. Though you knew it must have been about a minute and a half, it had felt like hours, time expanded by both bliss and trepidation, by the time the music changed and you broke apart. As you do, Sirius just watches you, as if searching for something. 

You’re fidgeting with the sleeves of your jumper when you whisper, “That was fun,” and give him a quick hug, not letting yourself linger and pulling back before his arms were comfortably around you.

You have plans with Sirius the next day, and as you’re getting ready, you can’t help but remember back to his comment on your jumper last night, more worried at your appearance now that you think he noticed it more than you did before. You’re standing in your room in just your underwear stressing out over what to wear. You’ve put on your best bra, the one that does the most to help your figure without being too uncomfortable, and you’ve made a mess of your knickers drawer looking for a clean pair of high-waisted ones. 

There was a time you would’ve avoided looking in the mirror at this stage, but now, you stand in front of it and give yourself a serious look. You suck your stomach in, and pull a bit with your hands on your hips, then let it all go, contemplating the difference. You turn to your profile, admiring the curves of your chest and your arse, but wishing there was less of your thighs immediately after. Arching your back and grabbing your arse, you wonder whether anyone — you close your eyes and admit to yourself: no, not anyone, Sirius — whether Sirius would find this, would find you attractive. As you take a deep breath, you lament how thinking of others’ opinions always made it so much harder to look at yourself with loving eyes. You didn’t hate your body, but your frequent worries that others would brought you down on more days than you wanted to admit. 

You put on your favorite jeans, but as you go to choose a top, you remember one you’d borrowed from Lily a few months ago that had looked good. It was quite loose on her and a bit tight on you, but you each pulled it off differently. You ask her for it, and she happily obliges, but when you put it on, a knot turns in your stomach. It’s way too tight. The pattern is stretched; your boobs look huge; it somehow brings out rather than covers the fat on your sides. Taking it off in a hurry, you have to take another long, calming breath to keep tears of frustration at bay. 

After finally finding something of yours that worked, giving the top back to Lily with a quick “Thanks, but it didn’t look as good as last time,” and giving yourself too many “final” glances in the mirror, you bundle up as you head into the windy afternoon.

You meet Sirius at the record shop near his flat. You see him before he sees you. He’s browsing the racks, and per usual, he looks effortlessly cool and unreasonably attractive. His long fingers are accentuated by his several silver rings as he flips through the records. He pushes his long hair out of his eyes in a careless gesture, and you’re almost angry at how it falls so perfectly he might as well have just spent an hour in front of a mirror. 

You’re approaching him when a cute girl in a hot crop top walks up to him. She steps closer to him than any normal interaction would warrant. “Anything I can help you find, handsome?” she asks, and you wonder whether you’re imagining the twinge of a double meaning in the question. Maybe she’s just a flirty person doing her job. “We have a few special ones in the stock room I could show you…” Nope, not just doing her job. “Thanks, sweetheart, but I’m waiting for someone.” As he looks away from her back toward the records, he catches you in his peripherals. He smiles a beaming smile at you and gestures you over. 

“You’re not going to believe what I found,” he begins enthusiastically. You hug; it lingers, and he squeezes you lovingly. “Mm, you smell nice,” he adds, as if it’s a normal thing to say. Is it a normal thing to say? Maybe it is. Maybe you’re overthinking, especially after the moment you shared last night.

“Thanks, new shampoo. What’d you find?” You look toward the records to ease the tension you were probably creating. 

“Check this out.” If he noticed any awkwardness, he definitely doesn’t show it. He pulls out a record you had recently had a long conversation about. 

“Brilliant!” you react, snatching it from him and turning it over in your hands, reading its contents eagerly. 

He chuckles at you, and if you’d been looking at him instead of the record, you might have seen the accompanying adoring look. 

“I know. It’s our lucky day.” 

You browse around the shop together, chatting easily, both about music and all sorts of random things that came to mind. Talking to Sirius is always easy, always gives you more than the contents of the conversation to hold onto, to fill you up. 

You go to pay, and the girl from earlier is working the till. Sirius goes to the loo, so it’s just you and her when you hand her a couple of records to ring up. 

“Cool choices.” “Thanks.” “Is that your boyfriend?” she asks, nodding behind her toward the toilets. 

“Oh, um,” you stutter. You’re not exactly sure why “no” doesn’t just easily come to your mouth. “I don’t know how you managed it. Lucky bitch,” she half laughs. You’re mortified; you can’t tell for sure, but you think she is trying to be friendly, just in a very strange record-shop-employee, rock and roll kind of way. 

Sirius comes back around, and you hope to hell he hasn’t heard anything. 

“All good, darling?” he asks, putting his arm around you. This wasn’t unusual for him, the nickname, the contact. But you’re already in an uncomfortable headspace, and your first thought is that you hope he isn’t doing it as an act for her benefit. You don’t even know if he’d heard, and your anxiety is taking over anyway. You keep running the woman’s words over in your head. How had she meant it? Did she mean she couldn’t believe you had managed it? As in specific, chubby, you? Or was she just making girly conversation? Would she have said the same to any woman, no matter how attractive, who had come into the shop with Sirius?  

“You alright?” Sirius’s voice breaks you out of your spiraling. You look over at him, and his gaze is gentle but concerned. 

“Yeah, fine, sorry,” you reply quickly. “It’s all good,” he smiles comfortingly at you. 

Once outside the shop, you debate your next move. Normally on weekends when you’d get records, you’d then go eat, then go to his and listen to some of them, sometimes sharing a blunt, sometimes just getting high on the music. 

You’re both looking up into the newly drizzling sky when Sirius says, “How about, we get take-away somewhere close, then just eat at mine? It looks like it’ll get worse soon, but I reckon we can make it before it really starts up.”

“Yeah, great.”

You’ve made it only a few blocks, though, when the rain pours down in sudden torrents. 

“Oh, shit!” he laughingly yells, protecting the records, taking your hand, and sprinting to the nearest protective awning. By the time you make it, you’re both already extremely wet, and the weather is so windy the cover hardly helps in keeping it from getting even worse. 

You’re squeezing as close to the wall as possible, standing chest to chest, the records between you, his arm around your waist, your faces close enough for you to see each individual drop as it travels down his face. His eyes match the sky behind him, and you silently marvel at his beauty. He looks up for a second then is overtaken by heartfelt laughter. 

“Didn’t quite gauge that one right, I guess,” he chuckles. You’re laughing with him when a particularly strong gust blows freezing water forcefully at you, making you gasp and stiffen. 

“Shit,” he laughs. “Let’s make a run for it.” He takes your hand again, and you both jog the few blocks to his flat. 

You’re both still giggly when you step inside, leaving a puddle in the doorway where you stand. You take off your shoes and outer layers, but you’re drenched all the way through. 

“Bloody hell, it’s freezing,” he amusedly complains, stripping down to only his jeans, leaving his clothes in a pile by the door. He hugs himself and rubs his arms, trying to warm up, and you’re glad your soaked demeanour is already such a mess he probably can’t tell how flustered you are by how attractive — and bare — he is. He reaches over to you and rubs your arms like he had been doing his. “Fuck, you’re freezing too. Come to my room, and I’ll lend you something to wear.” Your giddy mood dissipates immediately. There was no way in hell his clothes would fit you. He was obviously leaner than you, and your hips and thighs hadn’t gotten along well with men’s clothes even in your thinnest of states. He’s halfway to his room already, and you’re frozen by the door. “Y/N?” 

You look over. You hope he doesn’t notice your eyes quickly travel his bare torso. “You coming or what?” he keeps on casually. When you get to his room, he’s bringing some towels out of the bathroom and throws you one. You start drying your hair as he rummages in his drawers. “Um,” you start. You sound more nervous than you mean to. He clearly notices because he immediately turns back to look at you to see what’s going on. “What is it?”

 You hate worrying him like this, especially over something so stupid. Why did you always have to make things uncomfortable? Or better yet, why couldn’t you just be a girl who would fit in his clothes. “Hey, what is it?” he repeats, gentler this time, coming over to rest his hands on your shoulders. Your self-deprecating, cruel inner monologue is clearly showing more than you’d hope. “You alright, love?” “Yeah, no, I’m fine, sorry,” you try to laugh it off. “Don’t apologise.” It’s gentle, not scolding. “Just talk to me.” His hands continue rubbing your shoulders lovingly. “Just that I think I’m fine like this is all. Don’t worry about finding stuff for me,” you try. “Don’t be ridiculous; you’ll freeze to death. It’s fine; I don’t mind.” He goes back toward his dresser.

Ugh, how do you say “It’s not about your minding, actually. It’s about my stretching and ruining anything you could possibly lend me” without sounding weird and embarrassing? 

“Thanks. Um, I’m not quite sure anything of yours would fit me though.” “We’ll find something,” he says relaxedly, opening another drawer. “Here, this one is really warm and comfy, and it’ll definitely fit,” he says, tossing you a sweatshirt. You recognize it, have seen him wearing it before. He only ever wore it while lounging at home, and it was quite big on him, so maybe it would be okay. 

“And… uh,” he rummages, “try these. They’re a bit small, but they’re stretchy.” He hands you a pair of sweatpants. You’ve never seen him wear these. They would probably be too big on him. He grabs his towel and some clothes for himself. 

“I’ll go change in the living room. Just come out when you’re ready. Grab whatever you want.” His tone is friendly, at ease. Unlike your feelings. You are freaking out. As soon as he closes the door, you strip down to your knickers, which thankfully aren’t very wet, at top speed, thinking you should hurry in case it takes you time to figure out the clothes. You don’t want to take too long and make things awkward. You towel yourself off and slip on the sweatshirt. It fits fine. It isn’t loose like it is on him, but it doesn’t look too weird. And it is indeed warm and comfy. Now for the more concerning part: you try pulling the pants on, a repeating “please, please, please” playing in your head. Fuck. No luck. They stop a bit above your mid-thigh, and there is no way you’d be able to pull them all the way up. You think of putting your jeans back on, but they are drenched, and it would’ve been like trying to get back into a heavy straight-jacket. You start panicking, unsure what to do, already worrying you are taking too long to come out. You look through his drawers, but all his other bottoms look even smaller. You try just wrapping the towel around your hips, but you look quite strange in the mirror. 

You’re pacing in his room when he knocks. “Y/N? You alright? No rush, really, just making sure everything’s okay?”

You brace yourself, go to the door, and crack it open, hiding your body behind it, just popping your head around. He’s standing there, his wet hair half tied up, a dry t-shirt and sweats on. 

“Um… the sweatpants don’t fit,” you whisper, embarrassed. 

“Oh. Uh, that’s okay. Um, how about…,” he looks around, as if bigger pants would magically materialise somewhere in his living room. “Oh, perfect.” What could possibly be perfect right now? “Your favourite blanket is already on the sofa. How about I turn around, and you can just go get under it, and I’ll hang your trousers on my heater.” 

You nod timidly, the warmth in your cheeks from your embarrassment blazing even hotter at the thought of how sweet he always is to you. 

“Great. Uh, ok,” he chuckles, awkwardly turning around. You scamper to his sofa in your underwear, quickly covering your legs with his big cosy blanket. 

“Ok,” you let out softly. He turns around and looks you over. You can’t tell what’s in his eyes as he does so, but there is an intensity there that you’re not used to. He blinks quickly and gives you a strange, strained smile. He disappears into his room, and you hear him sorting your clothes out to dry. 

You’re fidgeting with the sleeves of his sweatshirt when he returns. 

“You alright? Comfortable?” he asks, seemingly back to normal.

“Yeah, I’m good. Sorry, I didn’t meat to, uh, well, sorry I’m a bit difficult,” you reply a bit awkwardly, not knowing what exactly to apologise for but feeling the need to. “Don’t be ridiculous, love. You have nothing to be sorry for. Really. If you’re okay like this, then we’re all good, right?” You can’t help but worry what will happen as soon as you have to get up. Would you wrap the blanket around yourself like a weirdo?  As if reading your thoughts, Sirius goes on playfully, “I’ll wait on you like royalty so you don’t even have to get up.”  You make an odd half laugh, half relieved exhale sound in response, and he just chuckles. “Starting with…” he fast walks over to the door, grabs the bag of records and brings it back over to the sofa, sitting next to you but not getting under the same blanket like he usually does. “Which do you want to listen to first?” he asks, bringing them all out to look at together. 

As soon as you started discussing it, it’s like waking up from a nightmare, realising all is well and returning to a calm normality. You debate and joke, decide on a record, and he gets up to put it on and make some tea, still chatting casually to you throughout. 

When he’s back on the sofa with you, he looks down, smiles, and says, “Looks better on you than on me.” You tug on the sweatshirt self-consciously, smiling shyly at him.  You fall into your easy rhythm, listening, talking, laughing, and before you knew it, the whole record’s played. Sirius gets up, walking toward his collection rather than the small stack of new records on the table. He picks one easily, and puts it on. The quirky piano of Bowie’s “Time” begins, and your heart speeds up. You love this album. So does Sirius. But this isn’t the first track. It’s the first track on the B-side, and the next song after this, you remember, is “The Prettiest Star,” the song you and Sirius danced to just last night. He doesn’t say anything until he’s seated next to you again. “I know we usually listen from the beginning, but the B-side is better on this one, and I didn’t feel like being patient.” His tone is playful, but there’s a heaviness to it. He glances away from you and leans toward the table to take a sip of his tea. 

“What’s your favourite track?” you ask, smiling. You’ve asked him this question innumerable times over the years, but you’ve never been as excited for his answer as this time, and you have a feeling you know what it’ll be. 

“‘The Prettiest Star,’” he replies immediately, looking toward you again. As quickly as he had, he looks away again as he adds, “Because it reminds me of you… even before last night…” After a beat, he ventures a glance toward you, that same searching look from last night taking over his beautiful features.

Unlike last night, you don’t feel panicked — nervous, sure, but more than that, loved. “Last night felt pretty special,” you say. “Yeah?” He seems hopeful. “Yeah, it was.” His voice is serene, like he’s contemplating something utterly peaceful. “It’s funny, though,” you say, and he looks at you, his eyebrow quirked. “It’s really about you, isn’t it? Not me.” You laugh. He looks like he wants to laugh with you, a twinkle in his eye, clearly happy that you are happy, but confusion holds his expression. You explain, “Well, you’re ‘the prettiest star,’ aren’t you? You’re obviously prettier, the prettiest… and the brightest in the night sky in fact… ‘Sirius.’” You say his name with all the love you feel for him.

He leans toward you, taking your hand. He’s smiling, but there’s a sadness to it. 

“You might not be named for a star, but you’re my prettiest star, Y/N.” He looks into your eyes. “You’re so beautiful.”  His eyes scan your face. “It’s almost too bright to bear sometimes, to be honest, your beauty,” he adds, smiling more vividly now. He brings his other hand to your face, just as he did last night. But this time, his fingertips begin by taking their time tracing your features: your eyebrow first, your nose, your cheekbone, down to your jaw. His thumb grazes your lip, barely touching it but lingering there, before moving to caress you cheek. “You’re so beautiful, my prettiest star,” he repeats, as the song begins in the background. 

“Sirius,” you whisper, squeezing his hand. 

“Darling girl,” he responds, moving closer to you until your foreheads meet. Your nose nuzzles his, and you stay like this for several seconds. You bring your hand to the crook of his neck, and holding him, you lean forward. The song goes silent, the intro ending, the anticipation built, and right as Bowie’s voice comes in, your lips meet. 

Sirius’s hand slips from the side of your face to the back of your head, holding you firmly, leaning into you hungrily. His hand holding yours goes to your waist, pulling you close to him until your chest is flush with his. You wrap your arms around his neck and slip your fingers into his hair. 

He moans into your mouth, and you deepen the kiss, pushing his tongue with yours, breaching into his mouth. He lets you, and as you explore him, he pulls your body until you find yourself kneeling on the sofa in front of him, the blanket fallen to the floor. 

You pull back momentarily, and he stills his movements, watching you, waiting for your cue for what to do next. His eyes are lidded, his pupils blown, his lips parted, but you know that if you sat back down and told him you just wanted to listen to the record, that’s exactly what he’d do. But that’s not what you want. So, you lean forward and pick up your exploration right where you left it. He groans appreciatively and sucks on your tongue in his mouth, before pulling you on top of him. 

You’re straddling him, and you’re so attracted to him you’re drowning in it, but even still, your nerves are there. You feel heavy. Too heavy to be sitting on top of him like this. He keeps his hands on your waist and strokes your back, not venturing any further down, pulling back to look at you. You shift clumsily, trying to put more of your weight on your knees on the sofa, but not being able to without spreading awkwardly wider or ending up lopsided. He holds you firmly, centering you again, hugging you close. “I don’t want you to be uncomfortable,” you whisper, trying to explain what he’s already figured out. 

He can’t help the chuckle that escapes him before he says, “Trust me, darling, I’m about as far form uncomfortable as a person can be right now.” He squeezes you lovingly, clearly careful to squeeze all of you and not just any specific place, which might make you uncomfortable. “I’ve been going absolutely mental this whole time just knowing you weren’t wearing anything but your knickers under that blanket.” 

“You have?” you ask, surprised, your eyes wide, your voice soft. He giggles again, always adoring, never mocking. “Fuck, how can someone be so adorable and so sexy at the same time?” It baffles you how someone can say the word “sexy” so seriously and not sound silly at all, give it so much confidence that it just sounds so, well, so sexy. He pecks your lips. “You’re going to kill me, woman.” Now you laugh. 

“Oh?” “Mm,” he groans affirmatively as he runs his hands up your sides and back and kisses you ardently. He moves to your jaw, kissing languidly down to your ear, where he nips playfully and sucks on your neck another moment before looking into your eyes again and saying, “Fuck, Y/N, tell me you want this too.” A kiss. “I’m desperate for you.” Another kiss. “But only if you want me too.” Another kiss, longer this time. “I want to make you feel good, darling. Fuck, I can make you feel so so good.” Your hips grind down on his at his words, and he throws his head back in a lustful groan, and his hands squeeze you tightly where they hold you. He recovers, stroking your back again and resting his forehead on yours as he asks, “Can I touch you, Y/N? I’ll stop anytime you say so, but I’m dying to worship you.” You kiss him deeply, holding him close, grinding your hips down again. “I want you to touch me, Siri.” At this, his mouth immediately devours yours, and his hands come down to squeeze your arse. He kneads it roughly, pulling you into him with each motion, inadvertently pushing his hips up a bit each time to meet yours. You feel the hard, evident bulge in his pants underneath you, and it turns you on even more to feel wanted in such a visceral way. There is no missing how much his body wants yours, and that surprises but arouses you to no end.

His hands come down to your thighs, and you gasp and stiffen a bit. He stops but leaves his hand there, stroking you cautiously. 

“Y/N?” He bumps your nose with his. “I…” You peck his lips. “You really don’t mind my body?” you ask, your voice small. 

“Darling,” he breaks a little. “Mind it? I adore it. Can’t you feel what you do to me?” he half jokes, thrusting up into you. You close your eyes and bite your lower lip at the addictive friction. “Y/N. Look at me, love,” he whispers. You do. “I think you are the most gorgeous, sexiest woman in the world. Of course it’s all intertwined with how much I love you, but that just makes it even better. God, you have no idea how much you turn me on.” He kisses you short but hard. “I never want to tell you how to feel, love, but I just wish you knew how beautiful you are, how you are the most beautiful to me.” You kiss him again and become immersed in it fully. Your tongues are dancing with each other, your hips, your hands, moving in tandem with each other, melting into each other in a perfect push and pull. 

His hands slip under his sweatshirt, and he whispers, “Can I?” You don’t hesitate, entrusting yourself to him, and detaching yourself from him only enough for him to slip it over your head. His hands come to your breasts, and you hear him say “fuck” again as he kneads them and keeps kissing you. His hands keep massaging as his mouth moves down your jaw wetly. He takes his time moving down your body, sucking your neck, licking across your sternum, kissing delicately down to between your breasts. He buries his face there and moans, and it’s so hot you pull him to you and scratch his scalp where you’re holding him by his hair. He kisses there again then his fingers move to pinch your nipples. He mixes pulling it with massaging your whole breast with one hand, but the other just grips your tit as his mouth wraps around your nipple. His tongue licks around it a few times before he sucks on it, and his groan is drowned out by your pleasured yell. 

“Fuck, Sirius,” you say, your voice a rasp. 

“Mmm,” he responds, not letting up, switching breasts after sucking a bit harder. Once he’s satisfied (for now) and your nipples are hard and sore, he grips your tits again with his hands and licks into your mouth. 

“Fuck, baby, you have the most incredible tits.” He squeezes them. “You have no idea how many times I’ve dreamt of taking your shirt off and touching you.” He goes back down and gives each a quick but delicious suck. “Let’s go to my bed, yeah?” You nod heatedly. 

You’re a bit self-conscious as you move to get off of him, more aware of your body beyond the pleasure again though you had been so lost in it just a moment ago you’d forgotten about everything else. Sirius helps you off and up, his hands on your hips, and he pulls you into him as you both stand, making out with you before squeezing your arse as he pulls away to walk to his bedroom. You wrap your arms around yourself  as you walk with him, but when you’re standing in front of the bed, he takes each of your hands in his and kisses you while holding them, bringing his body flush with yours. You break the contact to pull on his shirt, and he eagerly obliges, removing it and tossing it aside. 

He guides you onto the bed, his body following on top of yours, your mouths connected the whole time. You shuffle up the bed then tug his sweats down when you’re settled. He helps you, shimmying out of them. They get caught on one of his ankles, and you both laugh as he curses and contorts awkwardly to pull them all the way off. 

You’re both left only in your underwear as he starts kissing you again, slowly making his way down your body. He spends a lingering amount of time on your tits again as he goes down then keeps kissing down your stomach to the waistband of your knickers. He looks up at you for any hesitation, but you just bite your lip and lift your hips. He smirks in excitement as he pulls your panties off of you. He does it slowly, teasingly, and he licks down your thigh tracing where the fabric passes. Once they’re off, he pushes your knees a bit further apart and starts kissing and licking his way back up. He sucks at the top of your thigh, and it makes a pop as he separates from you. 

Kneeling between your legs, massaging your thighs on either side of him, he says, “You drive me mad, Y/N. You’re so fucking delicious, I could spend eternity between these thighs.” You squirm at his graphic words, already exceptionally strung out. He chuckles lowly down at you and kisses you quickly before adjusting himself with his head between your thighs. 

“Today really is my lucky day,” he says, face lined up with your cunt. “This is the second time I see you drenched today, and I fucking love being the cause of it this time.” Without further ado, he licks a sopping stripe from your entrance up to your clit.  Even this first motion sounds wet. You’re sure you’ve never been so wet in your life. 

Sirius buries his face in your cunt, groaning as he licks into you then sucks on your lips. He goes back and forth between sucking on you and fucking you with his tongue. He keeps playing with you until you’re squirming before bringing his mouth directly to your clit. He’d grazed it as he licked you before now, bumped you with his nose, teasing you, but now he gives it his full attention. He’s licking and sucking, moaning all the while like you’re the most delicious thing he’s ever eaten, moving his whole body with the passion of it, and it takes very little more for you to start cumming on his mouth. You make a yelping sound you’ve never made before in your ecstasy, and with your eyes closed, you feel as if the world is a million miles away; all you feel is your body and where it is connected to Sirius’s.  He keeps up his motions and fervor until your pleasured squirming turns into overstimulation squirming. He gives you one last lick and suck then shuffles up your body, kissing it intermittently as he does, until he’s face to face with you, smiling a smile you’ve never seen before. 

“Hello, darling,” he says, clearly satisfied with himself, kissing you.

“Hi,” you sigh, sounding completely fucked out. He giggles at you and kisses you again. 

“Feel good?” 

“Mmhhmm.” You stretch underneath him and languidly wrap your arms around him, licking his lips slowly before kissing him again. 

“Fuck,” he responds. 

“Yes, please.” Your voice is high, blissful. You rut up into him. He chuckles at you and strokes your hairline, kissing your forehead. 

“You want to? You’re alright?” “Of course, Siri. I’m brilliant.” “That you are, my love,” he beams at you then pushes his pants off. “My prettiest star,” he says, as he pecks your lips then your nose then lines himself up with your entrance. 

His eyes penetrate yours as he pushes into you. You moan in unison, and his mouth lingers just above yours, grazing your lips, your foreheads touching, as he slowly pushes deeper and deeper. When he bottoms out, he kisses you eagerly, stroking his tongue into your mouth as his cock ruts deep inside you. Your hands grip his back. His hands come down to your thighs one at a time, squeezing passionately before pushing your legs up and out, wrapping them around his waist. 

Normally, you’d feel self-conscious in this position. Almost bent in half, your stomach protrudes between the two of you. Your thighs are thick at his sides. But the look on his face, the feel of the movements of his body is all love and adoration and ardor. 

He kisses you as he thrusts a bit harder, keeping it slow at first but vigorously punctuating each thrust. One of his hands rests beside you, holding him up, but the other stayed on your leg, stroking your thigh and gripping your arse or hip bruisingly with each forceful motion of his hips.  

“Fuck, baby,” he rasps, “You’re fucking perfect.” He thrusts hard, a gentle kiss on your forehead contrasting it seductively, then begins picking up his pace. He rests his face in the crook of your neck, nipping and sucking on it as he pounds repeatedly into you. 

You’re gripping him tightly to stay in position, your arms and legs tense around him. You can’t move much, but his movements are enough for the both of you, especially as he brings his knees up a bit to get a new angle. He’s hitting your spot with almost every thrust, and you’re whining in pleasure in time with each. You squeeze hard around him, not just your arms and legs but the soft walls around his cock as well, and he groans animalistically into your skin. His hips stutter in response, but a moment later he’s pounding rhythmically again. 

His breathing gets heavier, his muscles tighter, and with a broken gasp, he shifts sideways a bit to snake his hand between you to where you’re connected. He rubs harshly on your clit, not bothering to start slow, clearly aware he doesn’t have time for that. His hips piston even faster; his hand presses harder, and a few seconds later, you feel fit to burst. You let out a yell as you release around him, the most intense orgasm of your life making you see white stars. 

“Sirius,” you half yell, half sigh. “I’m gonna cum, baby. Fuck, fuck. Where do you want me to?” he rushes out, his hips still moving fast in and out of you. You tighten your legs around him, and clench your cunt, pulling him into you. “Inside, Siri. Cum in me.” His immediate groan sounds strangled as you feel the warmth of him inside you. The words “cold fire” play in your mind. He thrusts a few more times then goes limp on top of you, panting loudly, kissing your neck and cheek between heavy breaths. 

He rolls off but stays close, never fully breaking contact with you, and he wraps his arm around your waist, lightly stroking your back, as you both lie on your sides facing each other. You feel the urge to cover yourself up but resist it, trying to melt into the vulnerability. The utter adoration in his eyes when you look into them helps. 

“I love you,” you whisper. He smiles a smile that makes his stormy eyes shine, leans in, and kisses you tenderly. 

“And I love you,” he says matter-of-factly, his voice smooth and sappy. 

You pause, contemplating, reveling in the joy of the moment but unable to ignore a tug in your stomach. “I’m sorry I was too… I don’t know, scared? to really show you before.”

“Don’t be, darling. I’m sorry I waited so long to really show you too, but I’m even more sorry if I ever made you doubt how much I do, how loved you are.” “You didn’t.” You shake your head then nuzzle his nose with yours. “I just sometimes didn’t understand. It’s confusing, how someone like you can love someone like me so much.” “Darling. It’s the least confusing thing in the world. You’re the most beautiful person I know. In all kinds of ways. And I’ll show you every day you’ll have me; you’ll see it clearly too; I’m sure of it. I’m just worried when you do, you’ll realise the real wonder is you loving me.” He laughs a bit, but you can hear the truth to his concern, his own insecurities surfacing. 

You stroke his cheek, kiss him, and say, “We’ll both keep showing each other then. For always.” His smile is subtle, full of love. 

He nods, kisses you again, pulls you into his body, and, hugging you close, repeats, “For always.” 

P.S. notes: I try to keep my reader character inclusive, and this is a bit more specific than I usually do. I just want to acknowledge that everyone relates to their bodies, especially if they’re bigger, in different ways, and I in no way think of anything I write as a generalized take on being plus sized (or any other experience really). These are just things that I have felt in my life, and it has always meant a lot to me to see and hear stories about bigger characters, both when attention is brought to that specific aspect about them and when it isn’t. So, this is my way of adding to that and to write something for myself in that vein. 

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Marauders Era Masterlist

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Key:

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♡=Fluff

♤=Angst

♧= Series

☆=Request

REMUS LUPIN

ONESHOTS

Warm Tea For The Ill*♡

You and Remus tell the others you’re feeling ill on a nice day in order to get some down time. Sirius is worried about you both and just wants to make sure you’re ok.

Library Scandal*♡♤

Remus and Y/N are in a secret yet very committed relationship. Pent up jealousy and sexual frustration leads them to the library part curfew.

Pathetic*♤

“Bite me Lupin.” You challenge, raising your head to look into his amber eyes. Remus smirks, leaning down into your ear. “I’m going to fuck the pure-blood out of you.” He growls. “Do it then.” You snap back, feeling Remus’s hand on your bare thigh…. “I’m going to ruin you.”

SERIES

Coming soon…

ANNOUNCEMENTS

New fanfic in the making (Remus L.)

SIRIUS BLACK

ONESHOTS

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SERIES

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Coming soon…

JAMES POTTER

ONESHOTS

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[hauntedwitch04]

SPECIAL TAGLIST FOR KIKTOBER

Hi everyone, I just finished coping all my masterlist, and I came up with an idea.

I did a new masterlist only for kinktober. Who want to be tagged in my posts please write down in the document I put in this post. Thank you so much.

KINKTOBER TAGLIST 2023

#hauntedwitch04's writing #acotar x reader #imagine acotar #azriel x reader #cassian x reader #rhysand x reader #nyx acheron x reader #marauders x reader #remus lupin x reader #regulus black x reader #sirius black x reader #james potter x reader #dean winchester x plus size reader #dean winchester x reader #sam winchester x reader #supernatural x reader #nesta acheron x reader #eris x reader

[ilovefandoms102]

We were Written in the Stars-Part 4*

Pairing: Sirius Black x Plus Size Reader

Summary: Detention, Teasing, and Quidditch…

Note: Hope you guys enjoy🥰

Warnings🛑: mentions of injury, acts of violence, mentions of abuse, smut(dom/sub aspects, oral(f), orgasm denial)

Part 3

“You’ve caused quite the ruckus Miss Potter.” Professor McGonagall sighed.

I was sat in her office, annoyed more than anything. I was going to raise hell if nothing was done with what Mulciber did to Lily. Slytherins always got away with anything because of their rich families, it bothered me deeply that the school did nothing about the cruel things they did.

“Professor, Mulciber was choking Lily! I saw his wand out, you have to believe me!” I insisted, grasping the arms of the chair.

“I want to Miss Potter, but there were no other witnesses to the account.” she said, a disappointed look on her face.

“What do you mean? James and Sirius were there!” I exclaimed.

“Yes, but none of them saw Mr. Mulciber’s wand out.” she said coolly.

“I wouldn’t just attack someone out of nowhere Professor!” I shouted, running my hand through my hair.

“You know there has to be punishment Miss Potter. I know these Slytherin boys are well…not the best behaved, but you all need to learn to just look the other way.” she said calmly, leaning forward slightly.

“Whatever, I know what I saw…I’d do it again to protect my friends.” I grumbled, sitting back in the chair.

“A week of detention, and 50 points from Gryffindor. That’s the best I can do considering the circumstances.” she stated firmly, folding her hands on her desk.

“Fine, goodbye Professor.” I said coldly, picking my bag up and storming out of her office.

I slammed the door shut, turning to go to my next class. I wasn’t paying attention to where I was walking, fooling with some books in my bag. I hit something hard, bouncing off and tumbled towards the ground. Arms caught me before I could hit the ground.

“Guess now you can say I quite literally knocked you off your feet love.” Sirius chuckled, keeping his arms around me once I righted myself.

“Always full of yourself Pads,” I mumbled, pushing my hair back from my face.

“How was the meeting? Did McGony go easy on you?” he asked, pulling me closer to him.

“I have detention for a week, and I lost us house points.” I sighed, resting my hands on his chest.

“That’s not too bad, at least it will be with McGonagall.” he offered, his hands squeezing my waist lightly.

“She said she didn’t want to punish me, so I think she knows what they are.” I whispered as other students walked past us.

“I’m not surprised, it’s not like it’s a secret. They’re proud to be in the Sacred 28, my parents thought I’d be the same way.” he murmured, looking down at our feet.

“Siri,” I mumbled, moving my hands around his middle to hug him to me.

“My lovely mother used to hex me when I said anything cross about how what was happening is wrong.” he said quietly, not meeting my eyes when he looked back up.

“That’s all over now sweetheart, you have a place with Jamie and I. You never have to go back to them again.” I assured him, leaning to kiss his jaw.

“You and James are the best thing that’s come into my life….I’d still be there if I hadn’t met you all.” he whispered again, his face going into my shoulder.

“I’ll always be here for you, until the very end. You know you can always talk to me about anything.” I whispered back, kissing his cheek.

“I know, thank you love.” he said softly, tenderly kissing my forehead.

Sirius and I got to DATDA early, Slughorn had let my class out early and it just happened that Sirus was out of his charms class at the same time. The rest of the Marauder’s piled in along with Lily walking beside James. A solemn look adorned Lily’s features, my assumption being that James had told her about my visit with McGonagall.

“I can’t believe McGonagall gave you detention, that’s bloody ridiculous.” James huffed, plopping down at his desk across from Sirius and I.

“Since neither of you saw Mulciber pull out his wand, it makes it look like I just attacked them for no reason. Which she knows I wouldn’t, so I guess that was the lightest load she could give me.” I reiterated, leaning my chin on my hand.

“I wish I would have been paying more attention.” Sirius murmured, looking at me with sad eyes.

“No one saw them come in but me, and you all were preoccupied trying to help Lils.” I said, patting his thigh.

James had turned back to the front of the class, Sirius had tensed up since I hadn’t moved my hand from its placement.

“Don’t start something you can’t finish sweetheart.” Sirius growled while I trailed my fingers lightly on his thigh, going a tad higher than where I was before.

“I’m not starting anything love.” I said innocently, my hand dipping to the inside of his thigh.

He grabbed my hand quickly, giving me a stern look.

“Jags,” he growled, holding my hand in a death grip.

I giggled, leaning back in my seat when the Professor walked in.

“Don’t be such a sour puss Siri.” I grinned, giving him a quick kiss.

“Tease,” he mumbled, adjusting himself as class began.

I was feeling playful, seeing Sirius worked up over me had me feeling things I’d never felt. I loved that I could rile him up so easily. I waited until the Professor turned around before moving my hand directly on Sirius’s very hard manhood, his eyes went wide. I kept my eyes forward as I began to lightly palm him through his pants, trying my hardest not to look at him. I saw him out of the corner of my eye lean towards me.

“You’re so in trouble later.” he whispered, a smile lighting on my face.

“What?” I asked, faking a confused look.

He threw my hand off of him, wiggling around in his seat. He gave me a very angry look when I chuckled softly, clearly not amused with my antics. We were dismissed a few minutes later, Sirius practically dragging me out of the classroom. He pulled me into an empty closet, slamming the door closed. He removed his robe, loosening his tie a little, stalking up towards me until I was backed all the way in the corner.

“You think it’s funny to tease me in class darling?” he asked, tilting his head to the side.

“I wasn’t doing anything sweetheart.” I said, pouting my lips at him.

His hand went to my jaw, pressing his thumb on my lip that was jutting out. He pulled on it, watching it bounce back. My breath caught in my throat, becoming aware of how close we were. My chest hit his as I inhaled, our faces so close together I could feel his breath on my lips. He pressed his thumb in my mouth, hitting my tongue.

“Suck,” he said firmly.

I wrapped my lips around the digit, sucking softly. His mouth fell open watching me, his eyes clouding over with lust. I bit the pad of his thumb, flicking my tongue over it after. Sirius pulled his thumb out, trailing it down my chin, stopping just where my cleavage started. His finger lingered, looking up into my eyes. I nodded to him, telling him it was ok to touch me there. It warmed my heart that he asked me.

“You’re very naughty baby,” he whispered, his grey eyes darkening.

I hummed, leaning my head back against the wall.

“What are you going to do about it?” I challenged, arching my brow.

He leaned to touch my lips with his, not fully kissing me. I leaned the rest of the way in, but he backed away. I gave him a confused look, earning a smile. He trailed his hand further, the button of my top coming undone. One after the other came undone until he was at the bottom. I was glad I chose my white lace bra today, I thanked my earlier self. He leaned towards my ear, trailing soft kisses down to the tops of my breasts. He sucked on the skin there, leaving his mark behind. I gasped, threading my fingers through his hair.

“Sirius,” I moaned, pulling his head closer to me.

His hands resting on my stomached trailed down, going to the top of my skirt. He looked at me again, I nodded. My eyes were wild with want for this boy in front of me. He dipped his hand in, trailing over my underwear. I took in a sharp breath when he pulled my underwear to the side and laid his hand over where I was soaking for him. He hummed in my ear, his fingers prodding at the wetness between my legs. His palm rubbed against my clit, pleasure shooting all over my body.

“All this for me darling?” he asked, nipping at my earlobe.

“Yes Sirius, please.” I whined, pushing my hips forward.

He hummed lightly, continuing to rub me.

“That’s just too bad then isn’t it?” he said, fully withdrawing from me.

“No, Sirius!” I cried, gripping his wrist.

“Not so fun to be teased is it?” he questioned, smirking at me.

“You’re so mean,” I grumbled, throwing his arm away from me.

“You taste good baby,” he winked while licking his fingers clean, smiling at me.

“Fuck off,” I growled.

I buttoned my shirt back, pouting the whole time while Sirius laughed at me. He tried to kiss me, but I shoved him away. I left the closet, pacing down to McGonagall’s office. Sirius caught up to me, throwing his arm around my shoulders.

“Don’t be so sad love, I promise to make it up to you.” he chuckled, kissing my cheek.

“I’m mad at you,” I muttered, shoving his chest lightly.

“Now you know why I said not to tease me, did we learn our lesson Jagsy?” he asked, squeezing me tighter to him as we walked.

“Fuck you Padfoot.” I growled, Sirius threw his head back and laughed.

I couldn’t help but smile, I loved the sound of his laughter. We stopped outside McGonagall’s office, I turned to Sirius with a sad smile. He grabbed both sides of my face and kissed me hard. My hands went to his waist, fisting at his shirt.

His tongue poked my bottom lip, asking for entry. I touched his tongue with mine, beginning a dance. He pulled away not long after we were both starting to lose too much oxygen, resting his forehead on mine.

“I’ll see you soon love…I’ll be right here waiting for you.” he said breathlessly.

“You don’t need to do that Siri, I can walk back by myself.” I mumbled, bumping my nose with his.

“I know, I just want to.” he smiled, giving me another quick kiss.

“Well, thank you, I’ll miss you.” I whispered.

“My heart already longs for your return.” he said dramatically, fully beaming at me when I giggled.

“You’re insane.” I laughed, pulling away from him.

“Only for you dear,” he smiled, hugging me tight before I started towards Mcgonagall’s office.

Detention went by surprisingly fast. I spent a little time on my homework then helped Mcgonagall organize some of her papers. I cleaned off her wood work as well, even taking the time to rearrange her books in alphabetical order.

“Well, I think we’re done for today Miss Potter. I’ll see you again tomorrow.” she said, laying her glasses on her desk.

“Yes Professor, goodnight.” I said softly, gathering my things then heading out.

Just as he had promised, Sirius was waiting for me. I was beaming, my cheeks hurting from how hard I was smiling. I ran into his arms, he picked me up and spun us around. Sirius kissed my nose before setting me down. I hooked my arm with his as we walked back to the common room, telling him of my very adventitious time with McGonagall. The rest of our group greeted us when we entered the common room.

“I see you’ve turned our Jagsy to the dark side Sirius. How was your first detention?” Remus smirked.

“Boring, but I did actually finish some of my homework.” I pointed out, plopping down on the couch.

“I’m sorry you got detention for me.” Lily muttered, looking down at her feet.

“Hey, don’t talk like that. I’d do it again in a heart beat Lils. They had no right to do what they did, any of us would have done the same. Don’t blame yourself for my actions ok?” I said, taking her hands in mine.  

“She’s right darling, if any of us were where Jags was sitting that day you bet we would have acted on the same instinct.” James said, rubbing her arm gently.

“We are a rambunctious group, we protect our friends no matter the cost.” Sirius smirked, folding his hand on my knee.

The week was over finally, our first Quidditch game today, not surprisingly our first game was against Slytherin. James was over hyped as he always was our first game, and he even let Lily wear one of his jerseys.

I was surprised at this because he treats his uniforms like gold, my mother usually having to sneak to wash them. Everyone was wearing their game day gear, a lot of first years asking for James’ autograph. I groaned internally at what a shot this would be for his ego.

My mood soured a little when some girls in our year had wished Sirius good luck with me right beside of him. He still hadn’t asked me to be his girlfriend yet, but given the events of yesterday I’d say we’re pretty much going steady.

“Good luck today Sirius,” Marlene said, running her hand across his shoulders as she walked by.

I glared holes at her back, my lips forming an angry frown.

“Good luck today Sirius” I mocked, putting my chin on my hand.

“You know you’re the only luck I need today sweetheart.” he hummed, kissing the side of my head.

I leaned closer to his ear, gently biting on the lobe.

“You’re only saying that because you think you’ll get something from me tonight love.” I whispered, grinning when his cheeks flushed a bit.

“Care to put your money where your mouth is Potter?” he asked, arching his brow.

“In these circumstances, it would only be for you Pads.” I smirked, his dark grey eyes held a mischievous look as they always did.

“If I get us at least 50 points, you have to do something for me.” he said, staring at my lips before flicking them back up to my eyes.

“And if you don’t?” I asked, tracing his fingers with mine.

“I’ll let you decide on that one.” he said, biting his lip.

“Can you two stop eye fucking each other for two seconds and focus! We have a game to win!” James shouted, his eyebrows shooting up towards his forehead.

“Well let’s head down there then.” I said, gripping Sirius’s hand.

James and I had just finished going over the game plan with our team members, warning our new members how Slytherin likes to play dirty. No doubt more than one of us would get hurt today…I couldn’t remember a game against Slytherin where I had walked away unscathed. I stretched my arms, since I was a chaser I had to make sure my throwing arm was nice and loose.

James did a hand shake with me before we went out to the pitch, something we did every game we have played since we started Quidditch. We were stood at the front since we were the captains, Sirius in line behind me. I looked back at him, and to no surprise he was already waiting to meet my eyes.

“I think I might want you to score those points Pads,” I whispered, his eyes widening.

“Naughty,” he growled.

“Then again, if you don’t….I think what I have planned will be much, much more fun.” I said, winking at him.

“Do I at least get a good luck kiss darling?” he asked, smirking as I chuckled.

I leaned back to kiss his lips quickly, my brother scolding us immediately. We were called out, meeting in the middle circle where the referee stood. All of us rode out on our brooms, circling all over the pitch. The cheers from the crowd always gave me the extra boost of motivation to play harder.

James and I smiled at each other as people started to chant our names. Not to toot my own horn, but James and I were very good at Quidditch. We had been labeled as the best seeker and best chaser the Hogwarts had ever seen.

I went in to game mode, all my focus drawn to the case containing our balls. As soon as the quaffle was launched in the air, I dove for it. I snatched it immediately, knocking away the opposing teams chaser. I had an open spot, throwing the quaffle straight into the hoop. I high fived Sirius as I passed him, the quaffle being in Slytherin’s hand now.

Slytherin liked to play dirty, doing everything and anything possible to hurt the other players. We were up 60 to 30, only having Sirus, James, our Keeper, and I left in the game. Our other team members were being whisked to the hospital. Sirius and I were toe to toe with our bet, him having scored the last 30 while I scored the first 30. At this point, I didn’t care if he won or not. I just wanted to beat Slytherin, and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want to know what Sirius might have in store for me.

A bludger came whirring past me, merely missing my arm as I caught the quaffle. Sirius stayed close as we tossed it back and forth to confuse the other chasers. I willed my broom to move faster, far enough away I could throw the quaffle, and twist my broom to hit the quaffle in the hoop. Another 10 points for Gryffindor.

My high didn’t last long however…

I was zooming towards our keeper, Sirius on my tail. I caught out of the corner of my eye a Slytherin member hitting the bludger…the ball going straight into our keeper. He fell to the ground with a loud thud, Sirius and I exchanging worried glances. I was cursing my brother for not catching the stupid snitch yet. Sirius nodded to me as I caught the quaffle, I raised my brows to ask for assurance and he nodded again.

I took off with Sirius staying in the keepers position, soaring past the Slytherins that tried to knock me off my broom. Just as I threw the ball in the hoop, a body slammed into mine. It jarred me for a second, having to right myself on my broom. I looked back at Sirius for a second before I felt someone’s foot meet my back, and I tumbled to the ground.

I woke to the sound of yelling, lots of it.

I opened my eyes, seeing that I was still on the Quidditch pitch. A very scratched and bloody James and Sirius were hovering over me. The ref and Slytherin team captain standing a bit away. I tried to move, but my bones screamed at me. There was definitely something broken.

“Sirius,” I whispered, his curly head whipped around in response.

“Oh Merlin’s beard, how are you feeling? What hurts? Can you move?” he asked, his eyes frantic with concern.

“Calm down Pads, to be honest everything hurts right now. Nothing that I can’t handle though, I’m a Potter after all.” I smirked, or tried to.

“That you are sweetheart, we’ll get you there as soon as James stops arguing with the ref.” he mumbled, bringing my hand up to kiss the back of it.

“Arguing?” I asked.

“What they did was very illegal, but no matter, James still caught the snitch right after you fell. I’m not sure what he’s trying to accomplish right now.” Sirius shrugged.

“You know how heated he get’s about the rules, this game is his life. It would be in our best interests to keep our distance even though my whole body hurts.” I said, groaning a little when I tried to sit up.

“Baby stay still, you’re going to injure yourself more.” he said, his eyebrows furrowing.

“I want a kiss,” I pouted.

“You won baby, you can have whatever you want.” he beamed, leaning down to grant my request.

“Firstly, I’d like for you to get my idiotic brother and get me to the damn hospital.” I said, finally being able to sit up with Sirius’s help.

“As you wish,” he mumbled, kissing my cheek.

It was worse than what I had thought it was going to be…..

My tibia was snapped in half in my right leg, my left ankle was dislocated. My wrist was broken, and I had fractured a rib. I was confined to the hospital for three days, Madam Pomfrey told me with that many broken bones a simple mending spell wouldn’t allow me to heal properly. My brother was pissed, and Sirius’s eyes shot so wide when they said I would be staying in here for a while  I thought they were going to pop out of the socket.

“Fuckin’ ridiculous…I know we still won, but I mean that was completely illegal they should be banned for the rest of the season.” James huffed, pacing around my bed.

“Doesn’t look like anything is being done fairly here lately,” Sirius mumbled, his thumb brushing the back of my hand.

“Guys it’s ok, I’ll be good as new in a couple days and-” I said.

“That’s not the point! You’re lucky you didn’t break your neck!” James shouted, running his hands through his hair.

“Jamie, come here.” I said softly, patting the other side of my bed. He sighed, flopping down beside me.

“I don’t like seeing you hurt.” he mumbled, tears pricking the corners of his eyes. They disappeared as quick as they came.

“I know, and I don’t like it either. But you know what this game entails, it’s not the first time either of us has had something broken.” I said, giving him a small smile.

“Yeah you’re right.” he sighed.

“I’m always right.” I chuckled, groaning after from my rib.

“I’ll make sure to get your work for you, I’m going to find Lily. She’s been worried sick about you. I’ll be back later Jagsy.” James said, kissing my head before leaving.

“You’re awful quite.” I said to Sirius.

“You gave me a right proper scare love, I couldn’t get you to wake up…” he whispered, staring at our entwined hands.

“I don’t even remember falling, the last thing I can think of is when I turned to find you.” I said, taking my hand out of his to tilt his chin up. His grey eyes met mine, sadness looming in his irises.

“For a moment, I thought you were gone. I-…Fuck.” he whimpered, letting go of my hands to rub his face.

“Pads…” I whispered, reaching out to him.

“I don’t want to ever feel like that again. I don’t think you understand how much you mean to me Jagsy.” he said, holding my hand to his cheek.

I pulled his face closer to mine, giving him a sweet kiss on his lips. He rested his forehead on mine, his eyes still closed. I kissed his nose, his cheek, and his lips again. I giggled when he nuzzled my nose, pulling back slightly.

“I want you to be mine.” he said softly.

“It’s about time you said something Pads.” I scoffed, rolling my eyes.

“Well, let’s make it official. Will you be my girlfriend?” he asked, smirking.

“I would love to be your girlfriend Siri. Do I get an extension for my winning prize since I’m hurt?” I asked, pouting my bottom lip. He kissed it, smiling at me.

“I suppose, I’ll be looking forward to it.” he said huskily, winking.

“You should go to bed, you look like you’re about to keel over.” I said, brushing my hands through his curls.

“I don’t want to leave you baby.” he whispered, frowning deeply.

“I’ll be fine, you can come see me tomorrow sweetheart.” I said softly.

“Ok, have sweet dreams love.” he said, kissing me one more time before standing up.

“They’ll be dreams of you.” I said sweetly, winking at him.

He grinned, leaving the hospital. He looked back one more time as he got to the exit, blowing me a kiss. I caught it and held it to my heart, giggling softly to myself.

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[ginevrapng]

Thank you for writing for plus size readers! I'd love to see something with an older Sirius(Harry's still a teen) and a chubby muggle reader! Could be she's a teacher leading a group of kids on a field trip he happens to see or is a mama to a little who is fascinated with Sirius asking him question after question. Please and thank you for any response! <3

i'm glad you like my writing! let's see what i can come up with&lt;3

taking care of thirty kids for the day on a school trip is quite a a challenge. thirty kids in a classroom? your everyday job. thirty kids on a school trip? well you wish that that schools had better funding so you could have more than two teachers on the trip. all the children are holding hands in pairs and being each others 'buddy' for the trip, making sure everyone is paired up. one second you're addressing all the children to get back on the bus to go home and the next you're turning around as one of the children pulls on your sleeve and tells you that their friend has run off, sending you in complete worry. "do you know they went off to?" they point and you spot your missing student talking to some random man.

"you go," you colleague says before taking over your previous role and continues getting everyone back on the bus.

you rush over as quickly as you can and pull back your student, the man who is in front of you just cocks his eyebrow and continues answering the question that he was just asked, which absolutely infuriated you. "do you live near here then?" your curious student asks this unknown man.

he chuckles, "no, but i think it's cool. stonehenge is very mysterious."

you can tell your student is about to ask another question and you hope to god that he hasn't said something private about his life or the school to this stranger. the stranger looks back up at you after having been making eye contact with your pupil and says in an almost flirtatious tone, "i'm sirius, and this mischievous little guy has been rather curious about random trivia about stonehenge. i don't think the guidebook he has is very useful."

sirius holds up a guidebook and almost sways it in the air. you go to grab it from him, this man, albeit an attractive man, has just taken the guidebooks you brought for everybody. sirius smirks at your reaction. "why did you take his book?" you student asked you and then you notice that he's still holding his one and you've just taken sirius' from his hand. sirius holds his hand out with a smirk waiting for you to pass it back to him. you don't quell your frustration but give sirius back his guidebook.

"do you have a girlfriend mr?"

your eyes widen at the question. sirius laughs and says to you, "oh yeah, he's also been pretty curious about me too."

you ignore sirius, "you can't ask question like that, it's very rude. you know not to talk to strangers as well. we need to get back to the others."

sirius wants you to stay, he hasn't even heard your name. he purposely stayed with your student so he was safe and was answering all his questions until someone came to find him and when the person comes to collect him he didn't expect someone as beautiful as you. all the professors who taught him at hogwarts were older so when informed by the kid that he was on a school trip he assumed to be greeted by an elderly teacher, not someone his own age, not someone as beautiful as you, just his type. he can't help but be drawn to you, your anger and frustration not concealed well at the situation, kind and a gentle tone when talking to your student, soft and plush body, pretty face, he hasn't been so drawn to someone for years.

"i don't have a girlfriend."

"what?" you furrow your eyebrows.

"i never even got your name." you scoff. your student decided to jump into the conversation at this time and answer him with your name. sirius contains his cackle and grins, "thank you young man. do you know if your pretty teacher is single too?" your student confirms and returns his grin.

completely perplexed with this entire situation you go to leave. it's been a tiring day and a weird interaction, although sirius seems okay and it seems that the only things they spoke about was sirius and the trip. "if you're single does that mean i can have your number?"

"what?"

"number?" sirius asks and hopes that every muggle has phones. he knows a lot of his friends do, even he does and he's a pureblood, but he doesn't know how popular they are with muggles and if everyone has them.

sirius is attractive and he is your type, but you're not going to give him your number. it would be inappropriate.

"just your number."

i'm not actually breaking any rules by giving him my number. you give in as you hurriedly writes your number down on his hand with your pen from your pocket. "just my number." you mumble. "no promises."

sirius winks at you, "i'll call you."

"yeah, alright," you say quietly. "come on, lets head back to the bus," you say louder, holding onto your students hand. sirius and your student says their goodbyes.

as you walk away you hear sirius call out, "one to two people are proposed to every month at stonehenge."

you give a small smile and you hope he calls you tonight.

i hope you liked this &lt;3

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[moonstruckme]

hi! i have a request, but not for a specific character, you can pick who you want to write about i just ask that it’s not about any of the stranger things characters😅 but could you write something just pure and fluffy and sweet with a plus size!reader please? there is a serious lack of just pure plus size!reader fanfics, almost all of the ones i find are smut and it makes me quite sad because i’m currently not able to read smut because of mental health reasons🥹 i just want to read something so sweet and pure and loving with a plus size!reader and her man just loving her softness and curves.

Hi sweetheart! I hope this is alright <3

Sirius Black x plus size!reader ♡ 822 words

You’re innocently reading when cold fingers try to jimmy into the crease between your thighs. You squeal. “Sirius, don’t! Shit, your fingers are freezing.” 

He pouts. Even with his pretty lips and freakishly long lashes, the expression doesn’t work on you like it used to. Sirius has worn it out. “Exactly,” he whines. “They’re cold, and you’re so warm. Quit being selfish.” 

“So get a blanket like a normal person,” you chide. “Don’t make your cold fingers my problem.” 

Sirius scowls. “I thought my problems were your problems. Isn’t that, like, the point of a relationship?” 

You lower your book to give him a look. “That’s an awfully self-serving idea of what a relationship is supposed to be, Siri.” 

He huffs, reaching the whole two feet to grab the blanket you’ve strewn over the armchair. “Fine. You must have me in your thrall or something, you know that? I used to get whatever I wanted. Where did it all go so wrong?” 

“Not sure.” You flip your page idly, though you’re not really reading anymore. Just baiting your boyfriend, as you are wont to do. “Maybe when you stopped trying to woo me.” 

Sirius gasps, and your book is torn from your hands. He sets it on the table, and you both pretend he hasn’t done it with care, saving your page. “How dare you! I woo you every day of the week.” 

“Mmm.” You try to look unimpressed, but you know he can see the smile you’re fighting. “I don’t feel very wooed when you try to use me as a human heating pad.” 

SIrius’ grin comes out to play. You take that as permission to release your own. “Aw, m’sorry, lovely girl,” he croons, bending to brush his lips over the place on your thigh where his fingers had clawed for entry a minute before. “Have I not been telling you how wonderful you are often enough?” 

You bite your lip against the giggle bubbling up your throat. “You could stand to do it more.” 

“My pretty baby.” Sirius grips the fat of your hips, pulling himself upward to kiss you on the lips. “My sweet, darling angel, do you know how much I love you?” He moves to the corner of your mouth, your cheek, just under your eye, kiss-kiss-kissing all up and down your face. 

Your giggles escape, and you break, hands touching his waist to keep him close. “I do,” you admit happily. “I love you too.” 

“No, but not nearly as much as I love you.” His voice wilts with a dejection that’s entirely for show, leaning back to bat his too-long eyelashes at you pitifully. “You really have no idea, do you? You silly thing. I think I need to show you more often.” 

You’re quiet, shaking with silent laughter Sirius pretends not to notice. 

“I love you here,” he says, palms rubbing soothingly up and down your thighs, “but for more than just because they’re so warm. And I love you here” —his hands slide over the material of your shirt, up your waist, dipping lovingly into each rolling curve— “and here” —he follows the path to your broad shoulders, squeezing lightly before continuing upwards to cup your face— “and I love—baby, are you paying attention? This is important—I love you here.” He pecks you on the lips. “Love love love you, gorgeous. I love you here, too.” He kisses your nose, then presses his lips to your forehead. “I love you here most of all,” he says, words all mushed up against your skin. “Do you believe me now?” 

“Sirius,” you say softly, face now infinitely warmer than it had been a minute ago, back when you’d been under the impression that you were the one teasing him. “Of course I believe you.” 

“Good.” He gives your head one more firm kiss before backing off, giving you one of those sweetheart, earnest smiles he keeps locked away for special occasions. “It’s important that you know, you know?”

“Mhm,” you say, and his grin widens at your shyness. It takes a lot for him to make you this bashful these days, so your flush is a victory for him. “This was all a part of your grand scheme, wasn’t it?” 

Sirius blinks at you. “I’m sure I don’t know what you mean.” 

You stare him down for a few seconds before sighing. “Fine, you can use my legs to warm your hands.” 

“Yes!” He wastes no time, worming his fingers into the soft inner part of your thighs. You tense at the cold. “I prefer not to think of it as using you. More like affection that also happens to have utility, yeah?” 

“Sure.” You roll your eyes, fighting a shiver as you pick your book up from the coffee table. “It’s like you said, you get whatever you want.” 

Sirius leans forward, pecking you sweetly on the lips. “You know it, babe.”

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[chubbyreaderwriter]

I’m not sure you do requests, but if so could you please do - Where Sirius and Remus are your parents and hear someone making fun of you at grimmauld place - obviously you don’t have too, love your imagines btw

This is adorable!

In Trouble

Parent! Remus x Chubby/Plus Size Reader x Parent! Sirius

Imagine: Your parents overhear Ron being a little too honest with you and decide to take the situation into their own hands.

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: bullying?

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You weren’t sure exactly when this little feud started with Ron, but it had slowly progressed over time. It wasn’t quite strong enough for you to say you despised each other, the two of you could feign civilness in front of your shared friends and the adults of The Order. The first couple days at Grimmauld Place were miserable for you, without Harry to keep him occupied Ron had took it upon himself to wreak havoc on your belongings. It was your luck that the red haired boy had never had the best knack for charms and all your cursed, flying books were quickly ceased from their attempts to collide against your head. Hermione had tried reasoning with him but there was little effort in her recent attempts, given how you stopped down to his level and retaliated by turning his skin blue. Of course, you had successfully convinced Hermione that it was the twins who had put you up to such a prank, further planting the seed into her head that you were just an innocent bystander in the whole thing.

You hadn’t told your parents of what was happening between you and Ron, not knowing how they would react. Even in the wizarding world, they would not be considered normal parents. You knew all about their notorious past at Hogwarts and the Marauder’s Map. While you didn’t like a single thing about Ron, you didn’t particularly feel like watching him be crucified in front of your eyes should your fathers be revealed the truth of your sudden mood swings. Thankfully, Harry’s presence along with the return of the missing Aurors of the Order had distracted you both to put your squabbling at ease for the time being, focusing on your mutual friend. All had gone smoothly for the first night, but on the second evening, you had told Hermione to head to dinner without you, promising you would be following her shortly. You had finished brushing your hair and headed down one of the many long, narrow corridors to get to the dining room where everyone was waiting.

A small creak of the floorboards behind you prompted you to turn around and your eyes instinctively rolled at the familiar sight of red hair and blue eyes. You folded your arms over your chest and scowled at him, “Following girls around now? Should’ve known you were a creep.” Ron’s fists clenched at his sides and his face already turning a bright shade of red, causing a smirk to appear on your own. The taller boy stepped closer, glaring down at you, “As if I’d be following a pig like you anywhere, maybe you should go back to your room so there’ll be food left for the rest of us.” Ron had made little comments about your weight before, it was all his intelligence could come up with to insult you about. You weren’t bothered by his opinion of you, especially when you knew he was wrong. You scoffed and held your arms by your sides, not backing down from him, “You’re one to talk, shovelling shit down your throat for everyone to see. Go learn what basic manners are, if that’s not too difficult for you to understand.”

Your eyes glanced up at a very prominent vein poking out of Ron’s forehead and it took a small amount of effort not to laugh at how obviously worked up he was. He opened his mouth but before another word could come out of it, a hand clasped you both on the shoulder and your attentions were turned to your fathers standing to the left of you both. Remus put his arm around your shoulder, “Come come pup, we’re all waiting for you two, people will get the wrong idea.” Your face heated up in rage and disgust at the mere thought of anyone thinking you would even consider the possibility of doing anything with that horrid boy. Remus chuckled at your expression, “I’m only joking, we’re all well aware of how much you hate each other, but unfortunately, you can’t go about hexing people just because you don’t like them in the real world.” You frowned, “Why ever not?” Your father shook his head as he sat you down at the table next to him.

Sirius’ hand firmly gripped Ron’s shoulder to the point of being painful, causing the boy to wince from the pressure on his shoulder. Unbeknownst to the both of you, they had heard everything between the two of you and it had taken most of Remus’ strength to hold back Sirius when he heard Ron talking about your weight. Sirius smiled at Ron but it disappeared once you were out of sight, pushing the boy against the wall, taking his wand out and pointing it towards the cowering child in front of him, “If you even dare to think about talking to my dear little pup like that again, I’ll make you wish you were never born. Do you understand?” Ron whimpered as Sirius gently patted his cheek and ruffled his hair, putting his wand away in his cloak, “Atta boy, now hurry before your mother worries. I’d hate to have to tell her how you’ve been treating girls.” The fear of both Sirius and his mother was enough to make Ron dash into the safety of the dining room, his tail between his legs, and quickly sit next to Hermione and Ginny. He didn’t dare to look in your direction for the entirety of the week and you were more than grateful but you knew that something had happened outside of your knowledge.

Cut to a few hours later and it was nearing midnight, you had yet to hear another peep from the ginger boy despite there being a few instances he could have jabbed a quick insult in here and there. But no, he just kept his head down and didn’t seem to be able to look you in the eye, not even speaking to you at all. Don’t get me wrong, you were delighted with the change but you were curious to find out what brought it on. Your eyes looked over at your parents and the way Sirius was glaring at Ron told you everything you needed to know. You smiled to yourself and walked over to them, they were stood in the kitchen helping Molly clean up after dinner.

You wrapped your arms around Remus in a hug, “Night dad, night pops.” Remus didn’t hesitate returning your hug and let you go after a few moments to let you hug your other adoptive father. You hugged Sirius close and mumbled in his ear, “You didn’t have to tell him off you know, I had it handled.” Sirius chuckled and stroked the top of your head with his hand, looking down at you with a fond smile, “Oh I know you did dear, but I couldn’t help it, i have to keep my pup safe and happy at all times.” You smiled to yourself and gave Sirius another quick hug before heading upstairs to bed for the night. Once under the sheets you snuggled up to a black wolf teddy that your parents had gotten for you when you were little. You held it close to your chest as you drifted off to sleep, comforted by the fact you had the best parents you could ever wish for.

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[myfictionaldreams]

I have such a specific idea for poly marauders so please bare with me .

James and Sirius were out to a fancy party and they come home early to see reader and remus having sex in the kitchen , remus has her spread on the table while he fucks her and she arches her back and sees sirius through blurry vision and calls his name, remus doesn’t notice them so he thinks shes calling her other boyfriends name “ wrong boyfriend sweetheart “ so he fucks her harder until she calls his name “ there you go love”.

You could continue this however you would like Maybe james and Sirius join them. I also love the idea that after everything when they’re showering she reassure remus and says something like “ it’s hard to think of anything else when I’m around you , you’re all consuming “ and the boys agree THATS SO CUTE.

I’m so sorry that this is long and graphic.

Say My Name // Poly!Marauders x Fem!Reader

A/N: Whoever you are, anon, I thank you for giving me this request because, holy shit, it has turned me (and Remus) absolutely feral, and I have no regrets.

Tags: 18+ readers only, smut, fluff, werewolf troupes, feral remus lupin, dom/sub undertones, possessive sex, size difference/kink (!), praise kink, dirty talk, self-confidence issues, gentle touching/kissing, rough oral sex (f receiving), rough sex, overstimulation, table sex, manhandling, multiple orgasms, crying, body worship, anxiety attack (nearly), restraints, blindfold, begging, aftercare :)))

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“You both look so damn handsome!” you admire dreamily with a thick lace of sarcasm as you tighten the burgundy scarf around Sirius’ neck. The mischievous glint in those twinkling grey eyes brightened as he rolled them in jest, matching the doting smirk on his full lips. “Maybe you should forgo the leather jackets more often for the waistcoats”, you say with a lustful undertone to your words as you look up at him through your lashes.

“Hmm, you think so?” he asks, dipping his height ever so slightly so that he could press his lips to yours in a surprisingly gentle kiss that still managed to pull desire in your abdomen as you leaned in for more but whined as he stood back to full height and straightened the waistcoat you loved so very much.

From behind you at the entrance to the bathroom, James was attempting to knot his bowtie when he wondered, “Are you sure you both don’t want to come with us? We each can have a plus one, which means there’s room for two. We don’t mind being fashionably late”. Glancing over your shoulder, you took in his slick attire that also caused warmth to bloom beneath your cheeks. A simple black jacket shaped perfectly for his slim waist, a crisp white shirt beneath and a matching shade of burgundy to Sirus was the colour for his tie.

The matching colours were an idea of Remus’, who was lounging across the mammoth bed, his long legs stretched out beneath him with one ankle crossed over the other. He watched James intently, the corner of his eye twitching at the messy-haired Marauder's attempts to tie his bowtie.

Remus stood and approached him, batting away James’ fingers as he began to do the job for him. You watched them fondly before answering the unanswered question. “No, it’s ok, James. Remus and I have a lovely night filled with a romantic home-cooked meal and a fancy bottle of wine. Who knows where the night may take us? Might end in some lovely… hand holding”, you say with a simple shrug to your shoulders, returning to straightening the already pristine waistcoat of Sirius.

“Oh yeah? Some strong hand-holding, Moony, is that what you’ve got planned? You might need to up your game”, Sirius jokes under his breath as he watches your fingers closely with a dipped head.

Remus snorted, smiling to himself, knowing that your night would be filled with anything but hand-holding, especially as the hours ticked closer to the following day. It was approaching the full moon, not tomorrow but the next day, but that didn’t matter as the changes were already beginning to affect Remus, and it all started with his desire for possession.

The wolf in Remus took a keen liking to you, even from all those years ago when you met the Marauders on the train to Hogwarts. It was an obsession, a need that devoured him completely to be with you. It had been described to you like a mating. Remus’ wolf thought you were his mate; therefore, as the gap between Remus’ and the wolf’s mind thinned with the full moon, the desire would take hold of Remus. There was still the deep, adoring love that he held for James and Sirius, and thankfully, this stopped him from ever deeming them a threat against your love, but others? Well, that’s where the danger lay, and therefore, it was easier for everyone if you and Remus stayed in for the night rather than have a territorial wizard with werewolf anger in a room full of people.

“Remember to please be safe out there tonight. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do, and for the love of Merlin, James, please don’t drink and fly again. I’m not having another incident like last time”.

“Yes, Mum”, James grumbles sarcastically as Sirius chuckles under his breath.

“I’ll make sure that Prongs is on his best behaviour”, Sirius reasons with you as his hands come to rest around your waist, pulling you ever so gently closer.

“Good”, you say promptly, whilst curling a piece of his long hair around your fingers before reaching up to kiss his lips with a fierce press. “You look so handsome tonight,” you try to praise him as your mouths are still kissing together.

“Don’t I always?” he responds cheekily, earning a half-hearted eye-roll as he eases away, swapping places with James so that he can say goodbye to Remus and James with you.

Your fingers automatically try to tangle through James’ hair, attempting to flatten out the messy strands, but after a couple of minutes of attempts, James tugs you by your wrists. “I don’t know why you even bother; you know my hair will just stay messy. Anyway, doesn’t it add to my roguish good looks?” he wiggles his eyebrows suggestively as he gives you a broad grin whilst kissing each of your palms.

Your fingers cup his freshly shaved cheeks, caressing the smooth skin as you say, “I hope you have fun tonight”, whilst leaning up on your tiptoes to kiss him with as much vigour as you could hear from the groans across the room with Sirius and Remus.

James sighed into the kiss, one hand matching yours by resting along your cheek and the other on your lower back as his lips pecked across your face until hovering next to your ear. “If you need us to come back, just send a note as we taught you; two flicks of your fingers and it should disappear, and we’ll come back straight away”.

Nodding your head in understanding, James kissed your cheek quickly before standing up to his full height and looking over at the other two men. “Sirius, take your tongue from Moony’s mouth; we must go!”

You tried to stifle your laughter as the two men pulled away from each other with rosy cheeks and wet lips.

Sirius and James disappeared with a flurry of green fire through the flu network installed in your shared home's kitchen. Remus turned to you with a heartwarming smile as he asked, “Shall we put some music on and start with dinner, love?”

You left it in Remus’ capable hands to find suitable music on his record player, and it ended up being a medley of David Bowie, which you were always happy to listen to. The two of you worked in unison to cook a beautiful roast dinner, moving around one another without getting in the way but making sure to remain at arm's length. Lingering touches to arms or backs, sipping slowly on the bottle of wine as Remus sang along to Bowie under his breath. You’d told him he could sing louder as you wanted to hear him, but he simply smiled and kissed your cheek, like he was embarrassed at being caught, but it was a rare day where Remus Lupin was embarrassed about anything.

The dinner was beautifully cooked, and there was enough for many more people than just you and Remus. Soon enough, you were stuffed full, thankful for deciding to wear a loose dress today with your expanded stomach. Remus was still eating as you sat and slowly digested your food, talking idly about fond memories from Hogwarts and how your work had been this week. Just anything domestically happy that the two of you could as you shifted closer in your seat so that his large scarred palm could rest on your thigh and your fingers interlock over the back of his hands.

“It’s a rare time when it gets to be just the two of us”, Remus muses, his hand squeezing your fingers and thighs as he pushes away his empty plate, his eyes solely focused on you.

“It’s been nice. As much as I love having all four of us together, sometimes it’s hard to keep up and give each of you all my attention, so when it's just one-on-one, it feels so intimate, wouldn’t you agree?”

His eyes softened as he nodded, “I definitely agree. You look so beautiful tonight, by the way. Have I told you that?”

Warmth filled your cheeks as you looked away to the glass of wine in your other hand. Even after all these years, one small compliment from Remus felt like the world, and it wasn’t the first time he had said that tonight; he’d said it every other sentence, but that didn’t hinder the giddy feeling from spreading in your chest.

“You, Mr Lupin, are a smooth talker”, you say, drinking a sip of your wine, ignoring his growing smile. Placing the glass onto the table, you shifted closer to Remus, resting a hand on his chest as you realised how much time had passed over the night. “So pudding, what would you like? I think we have some ice cream in the freezer, or if you’re lucky, James would have left us a couple of slices of his mum’s cake from yesterday”.

Remus didn’t answer immediately as you realised he was just silently watching you with the beautiful twinkle back in his eye, a curve to his lips that you itched to caress with your thumb. But then, he shifted forward in his seat so you were only mere inches from your faces touching, and the soft flop of his mousey brown hair fell into his eyes. “You’re so pretty, Remus”, you admire and then hold back a giggle as his cheeks flare with colour at your compliment.

“Pretty and scarred”, he muttered in response, cupping your wrist and bringing your fingers to his lips so he could kiss them carefully.

Your automatic response was to shout at him. It wasn’t that he had said anything remotely negative, but you knew the self-conscious thoughts that laced his words that he rarely spoke but still thought. You wanted to remind him of the hundreds of times he had ever scolded you for making negative comments about yourself or any self-doubt. Still, if you did, you knew it would ruin the positive mood for the night, so you wanted to continue with words of affirmation.

Closing the gap between each other, you kissed the tip of his nose whilst cupping both cheeks, paying specific attention to the thick pink scar that ran down from his temple, over his brow and his cheek. “I love you, scars and all”.

Remus’ tension seemed to ease from his shoulders as he breathed lightly out of his nose, his face lowering to rest on your shoulder as you held him for a moment before he began to stand and offered a hand, “What about a dance m’lady, then I’ll find you something sweet to suck on for desert”.

Ignoring the innuendo, you grinned up at him, placing your hand into his much larger palm. James and Sirius had lessons growing up from their families on how to dance for special balls they were forced to attend. You and Remus, on the other hand, were utterly clueless, but this only added to the joy and laughter as you both clumsily tried not to step on the other's toes or twirl without knocking into furniture.

You’d laughed so hard that a stitch formed in your side, causing the vivid dance to settle into a light sway. Your head rested on Remus's shoulder as his cheek pressed against the top of your head, arms around your shoulder as he lightly sang the next Bowie song.

Everything was perfect, especially as his rough fingertips danced up the nape of your neck, carefully tipping your head back so that you were now staring up into his kind eyes, his lips no longer moving along to the lyrics as he licked them carefully, moistening them before dipping his head. The kiss was as gentle as his hands now cupping your face, and you wondered for a moment if you were lightheaded from holding your breath in anticipation or from the effects of having your boyfriend kissing you.

Remus was soft, lovely and perfect as he eased away to put a gap between your mouths, but only so that he could adjust his position by keeping one hand on your jaw and the other around your waist before taking your breath away once more. Instantly, your body rose to the tips of your toes to be closer to him and firm the kiss.

The breath you’d both been holding released, noses pressing into each other's cheeks as the warm air tickled your ears. His tongue teased the seam of your lips, and as you relaxed into the kiss, many things seemed to happen at once.

The grandfather clock in the living room chimed midnight, and the soft Remus you’d been carefully kissing and exploring with your lips was now firmly gripping the back of your thighs, lifting you whilst simultaneously stepping towards the table as you squealed in shock, desperately gripping his shoulders for support.

Plates and glasses smashed onto the floor as Remus shoved aside the lovely table setting so that there was a firm blank canvas for you to be led on.

“Woah, Remus, just give me a minute.” You try to reason with him to at least get your bearings. Having been standing up two seconds ago, you were now led on your back with your boyfriend having become frantic with his actions. His shoulders shook with restraint, and his eyes didn’t lift from the edge of your skirt as he reached for the material. Not only this, but the brightness in his eyes had one, replaced with sinful hunger.

“Need you-” he muttered with a gruffness that hadn’t been there moments ago.

This was why you’d decided to stay in. Sometimes, Remus would curl around your body with the need to simply just breathe you in and declare that you were his; he’d become somewhat feral.

The fire in your body scorched to life as the need seeped into your core. As lovely as it had been, seeing him like this just did something to you. You wanted him just as desperately.

Frantically, you tried to help him lift up your skirt, but he was in control, pushing the material and tearing it in places with his firm grip until your legs and underwear-covered pussy were revealed. For a moment, it looked like he was going to dribble as you tried to reach for him to tell him to take a breath and compose himself, but all you were able to do audibly was scream out, head tipping back as Remus devoured you.

The Marauder hadn’t even waited for your underwear to be removed before his mouth was on you, hands not-so-gently wrapping around your thighs to push your legs apart, the slippers you’d been wearing now flying off in different directions across the kitchen. It was like he’d not eaten a single thing all night with the way his lips and jaw moved against your most sensitive of areas.

The sensation was odd with the barrier of cotton in between your cunt and his mouth. All you had was the pressure, wetness beginning to soak through from his tongue and the overwhelming heat from his mouth. Remus moved hungrily, licking and caressing with his mouth as you lay with your arms gripping onto the edge of the table above your head.

“Rem-Remus! Merlin, please don’t stop!” you begged desperately, allowing your body to succumb to his touch. You couldn’t even open your eyes without feeling dizzy with the sensations of his body all over your lower half as he pressed his tongue firmly against your throbbing clit, circling it with intention.

The hands on your thighs pushed harder, giving his face more room as a deep groan burned from his chest as he needed more. Still, as you whimpered from him to not stop, he stayed in place, stimulating your clit over and over again until your body was tensing with the pulses of desire from your cunt as your orgasm erupted.

His motions continued through the waves of pleasure, and even after, he carried on with his devouring, even as you verged on the edge of becoming overstimulated from the rough material of your panties rubbing against your delicate area. Remus needed more, and he was ready to take it.

The pressure on the back of your thighs suddenly disappears as he drapes your legs over his shoulders, giving you a better angle now to reach down and run your shaky fingers through his soft hair.

With your eyes firmly closed, you hadn’t noticed that your underwear had been torn clean from your body, only noticing when there was no barrier between what you both wanted. Your back arched from the stimulation of him sucking on your bundle of nerves, making an obscenely wet noise as your juices and his saliva caused a heavenly mess. 

Your legs had begun squeezing his face as you weren’t able to control your body, but he didn’t stop; he just simply continued to eat your pretty cunt. “Please….please Remus”, you continued to beg but unsure of what as you were thoroughly warm head to toe with the effects from your last orgasm, but his playful mouth knew just the right ways to keep you at the elevated bliss.

The thickness of his tongue pressed against your throbbing hole, delving as deep as he could go before curling it and exploring the warm softness of your cunt as the tip of his nose stimulated your clit.

It was intense, primarily as his large hands now rested on your abdomen, pushing down and forcing your hips to remain against the table so that he could remain in complete control of the stimulation to your body.

Clenching relentlessly around his tongue, your body couldn’t tell if it was calming down from an orgasm or having another. The overwhelming sensation caused tears to well in your eyes as the apples of your cheeks burned with heat. Everything was too much; even the clothes covering your torso felt claustrophobic as your nipples ached to be free.

“Ah!” you babbled, unable to even say his name as more intense waves of pleasure rocked from your cunt as it pulsed around his tongue. The tears escaped down your cheeks as you tried to gasp for air, your body finally slumping in exhaustion against the table as Remus began to stand from where he’d been on his knees for you.

Each of your legs was carefully eased from his shoulders to dangle off the edge of the wooden surface, not that you could keep them up anyway, as your entire body felt as if it was made of jelly.

“Did so good for me, Love. Taste so fucking good, wanna try?” he asked from where he now looked down at you, hovering only inches away from your face as his fingers wiped away the evidence of the tears. You nod quickly, opening your eyes for a split second to see Remus’ dark eyes and swollen, wet lips before they were pressing against yours, his tongue pushing into your mouth and allowing you the vulgar opportunity to taste your own juices from his mouth.

“My pretty girl tastes so good”, he admired, staring down at you, memorising every flicker of emotions on your face. You mewled at the compliment, nuzzling your face pathetically into his palm as he cradled your face. “What do you want? I want to hear you say it”.

His tone indicated that he was teasing, which was a rare attribute for Remus as he usually just liked to do whatever he had in mind, but when he was like this, wishing to get the very most from you as his werewolf subconscious began to flicker through his thoughts.

“You, I want you. Please!” you stress whilst trying to look up at him, fingers trembling at your side with the need to touch him somehow.

The corners of Remus’ lips tilted up as he smiled down at you, “Have I ever told you how much I love to hear you beg?”

Before you could respond, you were gasping as coolness licked over your chest as he’d swiped his wand down the centre of your clothing until it was falling off of your shoulders, and your body could be free from the confines. His eyes lowered, focused on your pebbled nipples as they begged for him to be touched, but he didn’t rush to them.

Instead, Remus began the long journey of exploring the rest of your body with firm kisses and licking with the flat of his tongue. He paid special attention to your neck, as he always did this close to the full moon as his sharp teeth grazed over your pulse point, the animalistic side of his begging to bite down and mark his girl, but he restrained, knowing it would be painful for you. The last time he’d done so, he’d had a right bollocking off of James and Sirius, who prattled on about how you weren’t his chew toy, even though you had insisted that it was ok.

Moving lower, Remus worshipped your breasts. He was licking the skin around the areola before drawing your nipple and some breast tissue into his mouth, sucking with enough force that the area swelled with the rush of blood. The fire in your core intensified as you gained enough energy to lift your hands and grip his shirt.

“I need you, Remus, please stop teasing me”, you beg, but all that earned in response was an approved grunt.

“Relax, and just let me kiss you”, he sniped with desire as you wanted to sass back but found yourself melting into the table instead. Each inch of your stomach, hips, legs, arms, everywhere he could reach in this position, he praised with his mouth until he was once again hovering above your lips. “All I can think about is you”, he admitted, his tone caught between hunger and pain as his thoughts were becoming too clouded by the wolf’s desire to be close to you.

Your fingers combed through his hair as you tried to sound as calming as possible, “I know, Remus, it’s ok. I’m right here. Take me”.

A shiver ran down his spine as he finally began to unbuckle his trousers, freeing his cock between your bodies as he rested on his elbows on either side of your face so that his face could nuzzle into your neck.

You took the honours of reaching between your legs, grasping his impressively hard cock, admiring the soft skin and veins that bulged as you pulled him closer to where you needed him most.

“Tell me you’re mine”, he begged as you directed his tip to your soaked hole.

Tilting your head so that you could kiss his cheek, you implored, “I’m yours Remus - FUCK!”

All you could do was curse and cling to him as, with one powerful thrust, the majority of his cock stretched into your pussy. You could never take his entire length unless it were through anal play, but that didn’t stop him trying as the pressure became overwhelming as he nudged against your cervix.

Your thighs trembled once more as he gave you time to adjust, sighing blissfully against your neck as if he had finally found what it was that he was looking for. However, as your cunt frantically fluttered around Remus as you adjusted to the intrusion, Remus began to rut his hips in short, snapping thrusts slowly.

You groaned at the sensation and found your hips meeting his until all restraint was gone, and Remus was fucking you hard and fast.

Pushing up on his hands so that he was looking down at you, Remus fucked you hard. The table beneath you groaned just as loudly as you were as it rocked against the floor, and for a split second, you hoped it wouldn’t suddenly collapse beneath you two.

Remus suddenly moved as if hearing your thoughts, widening his stance as he stood to his full height, hands on your thighs and bringing your body to the very edge of the table. In this position, he could fuck you with quick snaps of his hips. Your back arched in this new position, pleasure pouring into your soul.

However, a noise over the sound of the fucking caught your attention as the fire flickered with green flames, and you couldn’t help but gasp, “Sirius!” as he stepped out of the fire, followed closely by James.

Remus, still with his head hunched slightly from where he was watching you intently, growled at the name used, his gaze hardening on you as he leaned back until you looked into each other's eyes. “Wrong name, Sweetheart”, he demanded lowly, fucking into you with as power as he could, causing you to cry out and tense with the pleasure. “I only want my name coming out of your mouth, do you understand?”

“Yes, Remus! I’m sorry!” you plead with him as he fucks you harder.

“There you go, Love. See, it wasn’t so difficult, was it?” As he talks, he lifts his hands and covers your eyes so you can no longer look at Sirius or James as you’re plunged into darkness.

“Don’t be too hard on her, Moony”, James teases from somewhere across the room as you hear him and Sirius shuffling around but are unable to see what they are doing.

Remus grunts but doesn’t stop with his motions, making sure that your next orgasm is just as overwhelming and powerful as the others as your cunt clung to him for dear life, attempting to milk his balls with the powerful clenches but he didn’t stop fucking you all the way through your orgasm.

Having his hand over your eyes was a disorientating position to be in, especially as he would every so often kiss your cheek or neck, savouring your soft skin before moving away so that his momentum could continue.

A hiss echoed across the room from wherever your other two boyfriends currently were, and as another whimper sounded from what you assumed was Sirius, Remus then decided it would be a good time to completely pull out of your pussy, leaving you gaping and empty.

Before you could moan, more disorientation flowed through you as his hand was removed from your face, and your body was being manhandled so that you were now being turned over on the table until your front was pressed against the wood. With a gentle kick to your ankle, Remus made room between your legs for himself and fucked into you. He was even deeper in this angle, which you didn’t think was possible as his chest pressed against your back.

His and didn’t return to your face, allowing you to look at your other lovers. Sirius was currently sitting on James’ lap, both of their fancy clothes more dishevelled from earlier as the bowtie and scarf were off and the top buttons were undone. They stared intently at you and Remus as they touched one another. James was kissing the column of Sirius’ neck whilst his hands groped at the bulge at the front of his trousers. At the same time, Sirius was grinding his hips down on James, who you assumed had a matching bulge that was rubbing against Sirius’ arse.

“You’re mine, Love. Aren’t you? My pretty girl”, Remus whispered with deep penetrations of his cock into your cunt.

“Yes! I’m yours, Remus! You’re so deep”, you proclaim with a cry as you find yourself already wanting to peak and cum over his thick dick again. However, Remus knew you just as well as you knew yourself and could feel the tightening of your soft walls and stopped all thrusting as you sobbed with the beautiful feeling washing away.

His hand eased beneath your face, holding your jaw and forcing your sight away from your boyfriend's until it was tilted to look over your shoulder at Remus. “You only get to cum after them”, he demands before nipping your ear love with a sharp tug of his teeth.

“Moony, you really are tense, aren’t you” Sirius jokes breathlessly as he moves more eagerly against James, whose hand is now fully inside of his boyfriend's trousers, wanking him off in time with the movements.

Thankfully it didn’t take them long to cum, Sirius first with his head thrown back and trousers staining a dark colour in a little puddle. James then rutted up into Sirius a few minutes later, groaning and stilling his movements. Both breathed each other in deeply, lazily kissing and holding onto one another until your sudden gasp echoed around the room as Remus continued with his fucking.

Your head moved to drop onto the table as you accepted the fucking, but Remus’ hand remained beneath, cushioning your face from the hardness of the wooden table as his lips moved to the junction between your throat and shoulder.

With each thrust, Remus repeatedly grunted the possessive word, “Mine!” until it was all you could think about. Your orgasm nearly caused you to pass out with its intensity. Juices streamed from your cunt, dripping down your thighs as waves of clenching pleasure constricted around Remus’ cock until he was forcing as much of himself as he could into you, and thick seed spurted into you. The warmth was welcomed as it soothed your pussy from the inside out as it began to trickle down your thighs, mixing with your own juices.

You were half aware of your movements, more concerned with the fact that you couldn’t control the tremble and sobs as Remus pressed himself harder over your back, making you feel grounded and safe.

“Shh. Slowly breathe in and out for me. That’s it. Slowly breathe for me again, keep going, well done”, Remus encouraged for some time as you’d been close to a panic attack with the overstimulation, close to tipping into the submissive headspace that would have taken them a lot longer to draw you out of.

“It’s just… a lot”, you say shakily, eyes closed and absorbing every warmth he was willing to give you”.

“I know, I’ve got you. I’ve always got you”, he reassured calmly.

You’re exhausted, ready to fall asleep right there on the kitchen table as you whisper, “I wanna go to sleep”.

Remus kissed your naked shoulder, “After we clean you up, ok, Love?”

As Remus begins to stand, his half-hard cock slipping out of your well-used hole with a slurp and shudder from both of you, did James finally step forward whilst readjusting his softening cock in his trousers.

Squatting down next to you, his fingers tentatively caressed your cheek while keeping an eye on Remus behind you to ensure the action wouldn’t trigger him somehow. “You alright there?” James asked softly.

“Mmhm. Just a little sleepy”, you say whilst closing your eyes at the ticklish touch on your face.

Sirius stepped forward from behind James, raising his wand and pointing it to the destroyed rest of the kitchen mess, “I’ll clean up here, you guys look after her, and I’ll join you in the bathroom”.

Remus had to carry you to the bathroom as liquid drips flooded out of you and marked the direction you had been giving Sirius more to clean up. As this house was altered for the four of you, the shower was wide enough to provide you with Remus and James plenty of room to wash together.

You attempted to stand up on your own but ended up leaning heavily on Remus as James washed the remnants of the fucking from your body was skilled, careful fingers.

“You know I didn’t mean to say the wrong name, right? I just didn’t expect to see them standing there and-” you begin to explain with Remus, worried he’d been upset by you saying Sirius’s name earlier.

However, his lips quickly cut you off with a simple peck, “I know”.

Kissing his cheek several times, you mumbled against his skin, “It’s hard to think of anything else when I’m around you. You’re all consuming, Remus”.

Against your lips, you feel the heat radiating off of him in a quick burst of rare embarrassment as he actually blushed at your words.

“She’s right, Moony. Without you, there is no us without you”, James quips in a rare statement of sincerity.

A cough from the bathroom door catches all your attention as Sirius casually leans against the door frame, cheeks round with roast potato as he joins in with the Remus praising. “There’s a reason why we all argue every night to see who gets to be spooned by the magnificent Remus Lupin”.

Three of you chuckled before you asked, “Are you eating my leftovers?”

“What?” he says with a shrug, stepping further into the room and beginning to take off his clothing at last. “The food was scarce at the party, and Moony’s roasties are always so fucking good”.

You nod in agreement before looking up at Remus once more, who looks quite proud of himself for the flow of compliments coming his way. However, as you attempted to lean up onto your tip toes again to kiss his handsome face in some way, your knees decided they were finished holding up your way as you nearly collapsed to the floor, only stopping because of his strong arms wrapping around your waist.

“As much as I appreciate this little pep talk, I think we need to get someone to bed”.

Remus lay in the centre of the bed, where he rightfully deserved to be tonight with you on top of him, face resting on his chest and legs on either side of his hips as each of your hands held his. Sirius and James joined later, deciding they needed some extra alone time in the shower together, as the dry humping hadn’t entirely filled that horny spot for either of them.

You were asleep by the time both men crept into bed, resting either side of you and Remus with arms spooning around your back as the three shared a kiss goodnight. “How was your night?” Remus asked, looking between James and Sirius. “You’re both sober, so I’m assuming no mischief?”

“Oh, Moony, like we need alcohol to cause a riot. Why do you think we’re back so early?” Sirius declares whilst flicking out the laugh and curling in closer to the warmth of bodies as Remus chuckles into the darkness.

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[pretty-little-mind33]

I Think He Knows

James Potter x fem!reader

Summary: Your boyfriend promises to watch over you when you want to get drunk.

Genre: SMUT-ish

Warnings: innocent!reader, intoxication, swearing, grinding on someone's thigh, mentions of sex (no actual sex considering reader is drunk), praise kink

Just as you extend your arm to knock, James slides in front of you and gently holds under your elbow. He's smiling at you fondly as he caresses soothing circles across your skin.

"I want you to know, love, just because we mentioned it doesn't mean you have to, hmm?" he reminds you, his voice low and husky.

You smile and nod your head, letting him wrap an arm around your waist, "I know, Jamie," you reassure him. James looks at you in such a way you know he understands and he settles into your side. He turns around when you knock, his arm still holding you close, and when the door swings open to reveal an already flushed Sirius Black, your boyfriend smirks.

"Prongsie!" Sirius cries happily, pulling James in by his collar and trapping him in a hug. James has released his arm from around you in anticipation of Sirius's gesture and you giggle, walking into the house behind them.

Sirius looks at you next. "Y/n!" he cries, "Your lovely lady looks as lovely as ever, Jamsey," he skips over and takes your hand in his, twirling you around. You can smell the faint cherry vodka on his breath as he holds up your hand and clumsily swipes a thumb along your knuckles. "Still no ring?" Sirius whines with a light-hearted pout.

James pulls you away gently, his cheeks blushed pink. "Alright, enough. Hands off my girl," he reprimands, holding you close as he presses a kiss to your temple. He's holding your hand almost possessively, but you don't mind.

"I keep wondering that myself, Siri," you join in the teasing and send James a smile.

The latter rolls his eyes but smirks as he helps you out of your winter coat. He hangs it up next to his own and then places his hand on your lower back so he can guide you around. It's a common gesture James doesn't even realize he's doing anymore.

Sirius and Remus's house isn't small, but it isn't big either. It's normally sized with dark brick walls and ivy near the upper windows. Inside, the fire is burning and the smell of cookies and wine is in the air.

Lily, Dorcas, and Marlene occupy the couch as they play a game of friendly poker with Frank and Alice. Remus, when he sees you all, stands up from his armchair and smiles widely.

"Y/n/n," he says as if he hasn't seen you in years. Which is a dramatic exaggeration.

Remus pulls you into a warm hug, which means you aren't next to James anymore and he pouts, "Why is everyone suddenly in love with my girlfriend?" he whines.

Remus chuckles and kisses your cheek, "Because she's just so lovely, James," he kisses your cheek again and you giggle. "Plus, you've been hiding her from us for weeks now. I'm starting to think you're doing it on purpose."

James shakes his head with a low chuckle, his hand finding yours. "It's not my fault she's been busy."

"You guys do realize I am standing right here, yeah?" you interrupt with a chuckle. Remus looks at you fondly. He nods and then hurries you and James over to the couch where your friends are.

Always the gentleman, James crosses his legs and sits on the floor while you squeeze in between Lily and Marlene, sending them smiles.

A few moments later Sirius emerges with two glasses of white wine. He grins and hands one to James before handing you yours. Instantly, your eyes flicker to James as you take the glass and look at the liquid.

He sends you a reassuring nod. Even in school, you tended to stay away from alcohol because you were scared. Scared of losing control. But, now that you're with James and you feel safe around him. You had brought it up a few days ago: that you wanted to try. James had promised to watch you, to make sure you don't drink too much or do anything stupid.

So, you put the glass to your lips.

Three drinks in and you don't feel drunk.

Rather, you feel completely normal – well almost normal as you seem to have a hard time keeping your eyes away from your boyfriend's hands. You tend to play with the hem of your dress in your lap and you're still sitting in between Lily, and now Sirius as he drunkenly animates his sentences.

James is still sitting on the floor, his arms draped across his knees as he crosses his ankles. From time to time, he'll look up at you and his eyebrows will scrunch as if to ask if you're okay. Your cheeks start to feel hot and you fumble with your hands to press them on your face. You squirm around, feeling pressure in your core as you bite down on your lip.

"Y/n," James's voice is hoarse and you look up at him with wide, innocent eyes. "Come here, dove," he whispers.

When you stand, you stumble to James and gasp when he pulls you down onto his lap. You hold onto him, looking into his eyes as his hand finds your thigh just shy from your ass. James frowns as he sees your expression but then his lips curl into a smirk.

Clumsily, he makes a show of standing as you cling onto him. Your friends don't seem preoccupied by you and James as he gently guides you into Remus and Sirius's small bathroom in the hallway. You lean against the sink, looking up at James and mumble, "W-What?"

James's knuckles caress down your cheek as he chuckles. "Hey, are you okay?"

You blink at him, trying to focus on something other than the heat from his strong body against yours. You hum, nodding. James's palm presses against your cheek first and then moves to your forehead. He frowns. "You're warm. 'You sure you're okay?" he asks with concern.

Your breathing becomes harsher as you stare at him. "O-oh- yeah. I'm g-good," you try to sound as normal as you can although his touch ignites a fire inside you.

James's frown deepens, looking you over. When you bite your lip, his eyebrow raises and the corner of his mouth slips upwards. He knows your signs all too well by now.

James slides his knee in between your legs, a soft gasp escaping your lips as your skirt rides up your thighs a little further. The coarse fabric of his jeans hits your cotton panties and your hands grip the sink harder. You look up at him, your eyes lidded. "J-Jamie?"

His hand slides up your cheek, tilting his head as he presses a sloppy kiss behind your ear. "Shh, it's okay. I'm here. I won't allow anything bad to happen to you, my lovely," he lifts his knee slightly and a shiver runs up your arms.

You clutch his shirt, your mind already starting to go fuzzy. You can't tell if you're just drunk or incredibly horny – perhaps you're both? All you know if you want James's touch. You want his lips, his hands, his cock. James's knee rubbing against your pussy interrupts your dirty fantasies as you sigh.

"I'm not gonna do all the work," James mutters and pauses his movements.

"More," You whisper, staring at him needily and James chuckles quietly.

"Shhh, my baby's simply a little too drunk for that," his voice is smooth and stern as he kisses the side of your lips, "I'm not gonna do that, lovie. I'm sorry. But, if you wanna get off on my trousers then who am I to deny you?" he quips with a knowing smile.

As if simply needing his permission, you roll your hips onto him and let out a loud moan. James covers your mouth with his hand, stroking your skin as you buck against him desperately. You're dripping and seeping through your panties to soak his jeans with your juices. You can't stop your soft, drunken, moans as you rub your sensitive clit against him.

"Good girl," James whispers encouragements, occasionally moving his knee to apply more pressure, "My good girl, aren't you? So needy when you're drunk, hmm?" he hums with a smile.

You nod, cheeks burning as your movements become even more desperate. It feels so good. He's making you feel so good and he knows it. James leans in and rests his hand behind your ear as he delicately kisses your head. He can tell you're close and he whispers sweet nothings in your ear as your mind goes fuzzy and your skin prickles with desire.

Your mouth opens only no sound comes out when you rut against him harder. James grins, enjoying having you so completely undone in front of him. You hold onto his sleeve, squeezing your thighs around his and tears of pleasure brim your lashes. James coos, "Aw, don't cry, sweetheart. What's the matter?" he teases and strokes his thumb across your cheek.

"I- I need more," you whimper, trying desperately to reach your high.

"I can't let you have more, lovie," James says quietly. He doesn't want to risk crossing any boundaries when you're drunk.

Still, he grips your hips and rocks them over his thigh, helping you. "Here, just let go for me. It's okay, I'll take care of you later I promise." You whine and lean your head on his chest as your pussy throbs.

You feel light-headed when you finally come, your juices soaking your panties and James's jeans. He kisses your forehead when you look up at him, eyes lidded. "Good girl, you did so good," he whispers, stroking a hand in your hair as you catch your breath.

James lifts you effortlessly onto the sink and you automatically spread your legs. You watch him as he bends over and rolls up some toilet paper in his hand.

He then hands it to you, "Clean yourself up, dove?"

You look at him innocently, silently asking him to be the one to clean you. James hesitates and bites his lip. Quickly, he dips his hand into your panties and collects your cum on the paper. He bunches it up and throws it in the toilet. He rolls up some more and wipes his jeans a little.

Finally, he flushes the evidence and kisses your lips. You squirm a little, uncomfortable from the wetness in your panties. James looks down and smirks.

He starts to slide your panties down your hips and looks at you for consent. You nod, staring at him. You're still in a haze from the liquor but you trust James. He slides your panties into his jeans pocket and smoothes your skirt. He sees your adorable frown, "No one will know, I promise," he assures you.

When you leave the bathroom, the hallway seems darker. James's hand rests on your ass, keeping your skirt down as you focus on not tripping. You don't realize how giddy and stupid you and James looks until you both enter the living room again and your friends turn to stare. Lily, Remus, and Marlene seem to compose themselves as they smirk behind their hands, but Sirius, in his drunken state, seems completely appalled.

"You did not just fuck in my bathroom, Potter!" he exclaimed. Laughs escape the others and you must look completely embarrassed because their smiles widen. James gently and playfully covers your ears as his voice strains to hide his amusement.

"Shut up," he chuckles and then kisses your temple, "we did no such thing, did we, lovie?"

You nod your head. You wonder if your panties are burning a hole in James's trousers just like your bareness is causing a burning in your stomach. James hands moves to your back as he caresses you comfortingly.

"So, why did you come out of the bathroom together?" Marlene interrupts and adds to the teasing, "Don't tell me Y/n needed help peeing?"

James sends her a glare and moves you through the living room and to the door. "It's late, I'm tired," he tries to take the attention off you, "I think it's time for us to drive home."

He drapes your coat over your shoulders and you're grateful he's taking you home. The neediness has been replaced by pure exhaustion and you grip his arm. James puts on his own coat and opens the door. He whispers to you, "Shh, you're safe with me," and kisses you again.

You both say your goodbye's and Sirius calls out one last time, "If I find any evidence you fucked in my bathroom, I'll personally kill you, James Potter," James pauses, knowing he's not finished and smirks when he hears Sirius's last comment.

"Shame on you for roping poor, innocent Y/n into your disgusting activities. And in my bathroom — "

"Sirius," You hear Remus warn, exhausted.

James holds your hand and starts to shut the door behind you,

"Next time, Remus and I will fuck in your bathroom!"

"Sirius!"

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Kinktober!🎃🦇

A/N: I’m really excited to do this. all of these will be blurbs!! they will be a little short, since school takes up most of my time my posts will either be posted late in the day OR the day after. they will be late, a lot of them. This can be found on my masterlist, or navi. <3 I was originally supposed to do three days for each other the people i write for… but i lost motivation for some of them, so now it’s just who i feel like writing for.

can y’all tell what my fav kink is?

Main Masterlist!

WEEK ONE:

Sun, Oct. 1st: Praise!Kink with Regulus Black.

Dom!Regulus Black X afab!reader.

Mon, Oct. 2nd: Choking!Kink with Regulus Black.

Dom!Regulus Black X afab!reader.

Tue, Oct. 3rd: Degradation!Kink with Regulus Black

Dom!Regulus Black X Fem!reader.

Wed, Oct. 4th: Voice!kink with Sirius Black.

Dom!Sirius Black X afab!reader.

Thurs, Oct. 5th: Breeding!kink with Sirius Black.

Dom!Sirius Black X fem!reader.

Fri, Oct. 6th: Overstimulation with Sirius Black.

Dom!Sirius Black X fem!reader.

Sat, Oct. 7th: Praise!kink with James Potter.

Sub!James Potter X afab!reader.

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WEEK TWO:

Sun, Oct. 8th: Size!kink with James Potter.

Dom!James Potter X afab!reader

Mon, Oct. 9th: Bondage!kink with James Potter.

Dom!James Potter X fem!reader.

Tue, Oct. 10th: Breeding!kink with Remus Lupin.

Dom!Remus Lupin X fem!reader.

Wed, Oct. 11th: Praise!kink with Prof!Remus Lupin.

Dom!Prof!Remus Lupin X Fem!reader.

Thurs, Oct. 12th: Rough!sex with Remus Lupin.

Dom!Remus Lupin X afab!reader.

Fri, Oct. 13th: Hair pulling!kink with Dream.

Dom!Dreamwastaken X Fem!reader.

Sat, Oct. 14th: Hate Sex with Dream.

Dom!Dreamwastaken X afab!reader.

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WEEK THREE:

Sun, Oct. 15th: Innocence!kink with Dream.

Dom!Dreamwastaken x virgin!fem!reader.

Mon, Oct. 16th: Breeding!kink with Sapnap.

Dom!Sapnap X fem!reader.

Tue, Oct. 17th: Soft!sex with Sapnap.

Dom!Sapnap X afab!reader.

Wed, Oct: 18th: Cockwarming with Sapnap.

Dom!Sapnap X fem!reader

Thurs, Oct. 19th: Knife!play with Chucky.

Dom!Charles Lee Ray X Fem!reader.

Fri, Oct. 20th: Praise!kink with Chucky.

Dom!Charles Lee Ray X fem!reader.

Sat, Oct. 21st: Blow and smoke with Chucky.

Dom!Charles Lee Ray X bitchy!afab!reader.

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WEEK FOUR:

Sun, Oct. 22nd: Bondage!kink with Charlie.

Dom!Charlie X afab!reader.

Mon, Oct. 23rd: Being needy for Charlie.

Dom!Charlie X fem!reader.

Tue, Oct. 24th: Praise!Kink with Charlie.

Dom!Charlie X afab!reader.

Wed, Oct. 25th: Breeding!kink with Schlatt.

Dom!husband!Schlatt X fem!wife!reader.

Thurs, Oct. 26th: Teasing with Schlatt.

Dom!Schlatt X sassy!afab!reader.

Fri, Oct. 27th: Somnophilia with Schlatt.

Dom!Schlatt X fem!reader.

Sat, Oct. 28th: Praise!kink with Tiffany Valentine.

Dom!Tiffany Valentine X Fem!reader.

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LAST THREE DAYS:

Sun, Oct. 29th: Dacryphilia with Tiffany Valentine.

Dom!Tiffany Valentine X afab!reader.

Mon, Oct. 30th: Bondage!kink with Tiffany Valentine.

Dom!Tiffany Valentine X fem!reader.

Tue, Oct. 31st: Thigh!kink with Billy Hargrove.

Dom!Billy Hargrove X Fem!plus size!reader.

Don’t copy, translate or repost any of my work w/o my permission.

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