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remuslupinlovebot · 1 month

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marauders era p links (18+)

all links lead to p0rn !! watch at your own risk and do not watch in public

REGULUS BLACK

regulus fingering you in his dorm

regulus bouncing you on his cock

JAMES POTTER

riding james when he visits you for summer break

james celebrating a quidditch win

james absolutely devouring you as if you were his last meal on earth (this is the hottest video)

james teasing you while you’re wearing his hoodie

james stuffing you full and showing how much you mean to him

james eating his pretty girl out

SIRIUS BLACK

sirius making his girl feel good

showing sirius what a good girl you are

69’ing with sirius

sirius using his long fingers to make you cum

morning fucks with sirius

sirius fucking you at your house

REMUS LUPIN

remus fucking your face

remus fucking you in the bathroom before a full moon

riding professor lupin

getting extra credit with professor lupin

BARTY CROUCH JR

bouncing on bartys cock

barty fucking the LIFE out of you

MARLENE MCKINNON

marlene riding the life out of you

marlene making you look in the mirror as she destroys you

marlene fingering you till you’re shaking

making a sex tape with marlene

marlene eating you out

making out with marlene

LILY EVANS

fucking lily with a d!ldo

intimate but intense foreplay with lily

fucking lily in the common room

sucking mommy’s tits like a good girl

roommate lily helping you out

car sex with lily

thanking lily for date night by eating her out

lily sitting on your face <3

using mommy’s tits to cum

MARY MACDONALD

mary bringing you to heaven with her fingers

mary sending you a video while you’re on a work trip

home alone with mary

fucking mary after coming home to her all dolled up

making mary cum

eating mary out by the pool

DORCAS MEADOWES

eating dorcas out till she’s whimpering

(doesn’t really look like dorcas but it’s hot so whatever) devouring dorcas on the kitchen counter

giving dorcas special treatment after a night out

dorcas riding you

RANDOM

marlene eating lily out to give her a break from studying

pansy parkinson riding the genuine life out of you

pandora, dorcas and barty having fun when the dorms are empty

foreplay with lily and nb partner (not RLLY p0rṉ)

PLEASE LET ME KNOW IF ANY DON’T WORK!!

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siriussslut · 5 months

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anything dorcas pleaseeee !! 🥹

some sexy dom dorcas🤭🤭 she’s so hot bro I NEED HER

warnings: explicit smut, begging, thigh humping

masterlist

“cas,” you whisper. “cassie.”

she stiffens slightly, turning away from her homework to face you. “what?” you can hear annoyance trickle into her voice. you’ve been pestering her for minutes now as she’s been trying to finish her school work.

“are you almost done?” you say, jutting your lip into a pout.

“no.”

“but i-”you sigh. “i need you, cas.”

her eyes glitter with something darkly attractive, sending a new wave of wetness through your panties. “beg for it.”

you falter. “w-what?”

“i said beg. i want to hear you beg for me.”

her stare captivates you, rooting you to the spot, her voice causing something raw and animalistic climb into your throat like bile.

“please, dorcas. please. i’ve never needed anything this badly in my life.” you hear the pathetic desperation leak into your tone, but you’re helpless to stop it. “i haven’t been able to think about anything but you touching me for hours. please, dorcas.” your lower lip wobbles, and you feel a small tear slide down your face. you fall to your knees, kneeling before her and looking up at her through clumpy lashes.

she smirks and turns back to her parchment. “you can grind on my thigh ‘til i’m done. if you’re as needy as you say, maybe i’ll reward you afterwards.”

you stumble onto your feet, ripping off your underwear, and crawl onto her lap, mumbling thanks as you situate yourself on her thigh. your clit throbs against her tights.

you grind against her, soaking her clothes in your slick. the dorm immediately stinks of sex, all from a second of sitting on her.

you hump against her faster, panting into the skin of her neck, grinding like a bitch in heat. she tenses beneath you, pressing her quill so tightly against the parchment you don’t know how it doesn’t snap.

you bury your face in the crook of her neck, shutting your eyes as you listen to the fluttering of her pulse.

you whimper as you find a tear in her tights, cunt rubbing against soft, smooth skin. you press your clit against it, squeezing until it hurts. you whine into her collarbones as you come, dripping down onto the floor.

she strokes your hair as you ride down the high, still scribbling away with her quill.

“you did so good, baby. it’ll be worth it soon, i promise.”

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astraeaalstroemeria · 11 months

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Wizarding World Masterlist by Astraea

Rules & Navigation | Main Masterlist

Marauders Era Characters

Regulus Black Masterlist

Sirius Black Masterlist

Remus Lupin Masterlist

James Potter Masterlist

Lily Evans Masterlist

Peter Pettigrew Masterlist

Pandora Rosier Masterlist

Dorcas Meadowes Masterlist

Marlene McKinnon Masterlist

Mary Macdonald Masterlist

Golden Trio Era Characters

Harry Potter

Hermione Granger

Ron Weasley

Draco Malfoy

Theodore Nott

Blaise Zabini

Luna Lovegood

Neville Longbottom

Cedric Diggory

Fred Weasley

George Weasley

Ginny Weasley

Oliver Wood

Pansy Parkinson

Mattheo Riddle

Lorenzo Berkshire

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morwap · 1 year

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𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑—𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟑𝟏

Dom!dorlene, sub!reader,

You three are laid back, clean and dry now. Dorcas on one side and Marlene on the other. you felt the sheets get put over you and Dorcas as Marlene got up for a minute to gather the clothes that sprawled across the room.

“You alright baby?” Dorcas asked, moving up next to you and trailing her finger along your arm. Her body heat was getting you all toasty.

“Mhm, m’good, what about you?” you asked, feeling worn out and tired and you could tell Dorcas could see it by how you talked and looked. She smiled at you.

“Im good babe, you were so good for us, we're so proud of you” she whispered in your ear as she kissed your cheek. Marlene crawled into bed after folding the three of your clothes and putting them on the dresser, she snuggled up to you, the three of you warming each other up.

“You both did so good” you mumbled, Marlene giggled in your ear.

You let your eyes close as you felt Marlene get comfortable with her leg over yours and Dorcas' arm over you with her face close to your arm. You three talked about random things before each of you drifted off to sleep one at a time.

@bunnyweasley23 @b-aobao

#morwaps—𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟐 #kinktober 2022 #kinktober #marauder era #poly!dorlene x reader #poly!dorlene #marlene mckinnon x you #dorcas meadowes x you #marlene mckinnon x reader x dorcas meadowes #dorlene x reader #marlene mckinnon x y/n #dorcas meadowes x fem!reader #marlene mckinnon x fem!reader #dorcas meadowes x reader #marlene mckinnon x reader

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moonlitmeeks · 2 years

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choose your character !

james potter

remus lupin

sirius black

regulus black

peter pettigrew

lily evans

dorcas meadowes

mary macdonald

marlene mckinnon

#🏷 ; bee’s writing!#marauders x reader #james potter x reader #sirius black x reader #remus lupin x reader #peter pettigrew x reader #regulus black x reader #lily evans x reader #marlene mckinnon x reader #mary macdonald x reader #dorcas meadowes x reader

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talesof-old · 1 month

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my goal is to start writing for these women of the marauders era

lily evans - marlene mckinnon - mary macdonald - dorcas meadows

if you have any headcannons for these characters please comment! i’m trying to get a decent grasp on them so input would be much appreciated 🩷

#lily evans #lily evans x reader #marlene mckinnon #marlene mckinnon x reader #mary macdonald #mary macdonald x reader #dorcas meadowes #dorcas meadows #dorcas meadowes x reader #marauders women #marauders x reader #marauders era #marauders #hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry #hogwarts #harry potter x reader #harry potter

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wednesdaynn · 1 year

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Cw: cheating. innocence kink? (Sorta, def a blink and you’ll miss)

You know what I’m currently thinking of is being the girlfriend of any of the modern!marauders and being a homebody type...

Staying at home with them cuddled up in comfortable silence with a book and a cup of tea. Fireplace in front of the sofa with 20 blankets. Always ordering food and cooking yourself, dates in your backyard, and leaving parties and outings with friends after an hour of being there. And being the shy type, barely speaking to their friends and constantly curling in on them.

But one night you guys are at one of their houses having a game night or smth, and the girls want to get to know you better so they invite you out to go clubbing or smth with them. And you’re politely declining, always being sweet and trying not to hurt their feelings. Because you really do like them, but it’s not your scene. And they make you extremely nervous.

But your boyfriend would love for you to go because they’re his friends and would love for you to be closer to them because he knows you like them, you’re just to shy to try and be friends. So you’re like “sure, why not.” With a sweet smile on your face.

And so the girls invite you over to marlenes place or smth and you guys all get ready together, and they’re dancing in their underwear and singing and doing each other’s makeup. And you’re just watching from the sidelines loving how close they are and they would try to get you to join them. Pulling the best puppy eyes they can and calling you all sorts of sweet names... and you’re like “omg omg omg” because hot women.

And they start pulling out dresses to wear for you and dolling you up in makeup, and your hair gets styled. And the compliments just keep coming.

“You look so fucking hot in that dress!” And dorcas adding on to it “it makes your tits look great.”

And lily just standing behind you ghosting her hand over you waist and nosing at you neck completely intoxicated by your scent. Leaving soft, open mouthed kisses along your neck and jaw. Careful not to make any marks, because at the end of the night you still have to back to your boyfriend.

Safe to say you girls never make it to the club, and you glad to make new friends, that understand you so well. While your boyfriend lives unaware, justt happy that his girlfriend is finally close to his best friends

#I’m in love with the marauders girl #help I’m a total freaking lesbian #marlene mckinnon #marauders x reader #dorcas meadowes #lily evans #mary mcdonald #pretty girls #lily evans x fem!reader #lily evans x reader #marlene mckinnon x reader #Mary McDonald x reader #dorcas meadowes x reader #fanfiction

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seventiesdeadgaywizards · 10 months

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hey! i’m actually moving tomorrow so if anyone wants to request anything that will be published by tomorrow nows the time to do it! here’s what i write ❤️

x reader:

sirius black x reader

james potter x reader

remus lupin x reader

marlene mckinnon x reader

lily evans x reader

mary macdonald x reader

regulus black x reader

dorcas meadowes x reader

pandora lestrange/rosier x reader

ships:

barty x evan

regulus x james

marlene x dorcas

mary x lily

sirius x remus

barty x james

pandora x lily

mary x pandora x lily

these are just ones i’m most comfortable with but if you request others i’ll probably do them anyways! thank you and appreciate you

#sirius black x reader #remus lupin x reader #james potter x reader #regulus black x reader #marlene mckinnon x reader #lily evans x reader #mary macdonald x reader #dorcas meadowes x reader #pandora rosier x reader #pandora lestrange x reader #rosekiller #starchaser #jegulus #dorlene #marylily #wolfstar #darksun #pandalily

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spiderfunkz · 10 months

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shine → send me a prompt / trope / or au + a character and i'll make a moodboard out of it!

aquarium date with dorcas<33

— . ♡ aquarium date with dorcas

candid photos. holding hands. looking at all the different sea animals. cheek kisses. watching the jellyfishes. rambling about the different fishes. sharing earphones. buying matching shark plushies and keychains.

#⊹ ˖ ࣪⭑ blair's 300 celebration.#dorcas meadowes #dorcas meadowes x reader #dorcas meadowes moodboard #dorcas meadowes imagine #dorcas meadowes imagines #marauders era #marauders #slytherin skittles #marauders era moodboard #marauders moodboard

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ladylokilaufeyson5 · 1 year

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1K Follower Celebration!

Hello, user! Welcome to LadyLokiLaufeyson5′s bookstore! We have tons of stories here - what are you looking for? *

Adventure - Send me a character and a trope! (E.g. Enemies to lovers with Kaz Brekker)

Mystery - Send me a prompt and a character! (E.g. “I thought you loved me!” with Stephen Strange)

Fantasy - Send me me an AU and a character! (E.g. Royalty!AU with Robin Buckley)

Romance - Send me a scenario and a character! (E.g. Flower picking with Remus Lupin)

Sci-Fi - Send me a head canon and a character! (E.g. dating Bruce Wayne head canons)

It would be really cool if you could request like you’re answering the question<3 (E.g. I’m looking for Fantasy book about a high school!au with Wanda Maximoff)

*Everything must be sfw :)

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oopwelcome · 2 years

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Marauders masterlist

!poly!

Nothing yet

Marlene mckinnon

Nothing yet

Dorcas meadowes

Nothing yet

Lily Evans / potter

Nothing yet

Sirius black

Nothing yet

Remus Lupin

Nothing yet

James potter

NSFW alphabet

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morwap · 2 years

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𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑—𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟏𝟐

Dom!gf!Dorcas, sub!reader, f!receiving oral

“You know what to do, tap my thigh if you need me to lift up” Dorcas said as she hovered over you. Your hands rested on her thigh as you nodded. She looked down at you lovingly, loving seeing you so excited and ready to eat her out.

Once she lowered your tongue was already on her, giving her cunt long licks before giving attention to her clit, Dorcas moaned above you as she began to grind a bit on your face. Her wetness and your spit spread all over your chin and lips.

“So good, your tongue feels so good, y/n” she mewled, her hands coming up to touch her tits. Your hands gripped on her thighs as you fucked her with your tongue.

Your tongue going in and out of her entrance then going back to her clit, sucking on it then teasing it with your tongue. You moaned at the taste of her, you pressed your thighs together to get some sort of friction.

“Keep doing that and I’ll cum soon” Dorcas moaned out, you took her words as advice and continued.

“I love the way you taste” you moaned against her cunt, your eyes closing as you kept up what you were doing.

tag @bunnyweasley23 @b-aobao

#morwaps—𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟐 #kinktober 2022 #kinktober #dorcas meadowes x you #dorcas meadowes fanfic #dorcas meadowes x fem!reader #dorcas meadowes x reader #dorcas meadows #dorcas meadowes #dorcas meadowes smut #dorcas meadowes x reader smut #dom!dorcas meadowes #sub!reader #marauder era #marauders era smut

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cannibalizedyke · 1 year

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🔮dorcas meadowes masterlist🔮

key: ❤︎︎ - fluff, ☁︎︎ - angst, ★ - smut

coming soon!

#dorcas meadowes x reader #dorcas meadowes x you #dorcas meadowes x y/n #dorcas meadowes fanfiction #dorcas meadowes fanfic #dorcas meadowes fic #dorcas meadowes

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fourmoony · 6 months

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𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬

remus lupin x f!reader

smut. p in v. creampie. unprotected sex. fingering. sex with a friend. language. 18+ content minors DNI.

3.2k - masterlist

summary - reader can't sleep. remus helps out. not with warm milk, though.

i'm supposed to be working on an assignment for college. but remus lupin is taking up space in my brain. so, enjoy :)

The air feels stuffy, too hot against your slick skin.

You blow a breath out in frustration, a piece of hair stuck to your forehead refusing to budge and you groan. The house is silent apart from the droning on of the electronic device between your legs that does little to abate the feeling clawing at your insides and it only makes you more frustrated. The lights in your bedroom are turned off, the world outside asleep. Everyone apart from you. You’ve spent two hours tossing and turning, and a further half hour trying to cure the ache between your legs.

It’s futile. You’ve tried everything. Every speed your overly expensive vibrator has to offer, every position, you even got out the glittery pink dildo Marlene got you for Secret Santa the previous year, leaving it out to the side after coming to the heart-breaking decision that it simply wasn’t big enough.

You feel like nothing will be big enough. Nothing feels right, nothing feels good enough, nothing is even close to tipping you over the edge. You shift, further to the left, and whine again, pressing the vibrator to a higher speed. It moves as you press the button, and the feeling of closeness is gone just like that. You growl, pushing the blankets off in a fit of rage and choose to stare at the ceiling in defeat. It’s not going to happen. You should just accept that. But you’re worked up, horny, and too fucking clammy.

The flat is quiet. Remus is asleep – the only reason you’re so nonchalant about the noise of your vibrator still buzzing against the mattress next to you, taunting you. You reach to turn it off, sitting up and putting your hair into a makeshift bun. You stare with narrowed eyes at the shadowed outline of the sparkly pink atrocity of a Secret Santa gift. It was given as a joke to make you blush. Your friends like to tease you for your innocence. It’s not something you ever would have bought for yourself. You’d blushed furiously and everyone laughed. It was addictive for the first few weeks, being able to explore your own pleasure. But now. Now, it doesn’t feel enough. Doesn’t feel as good. As big. As filling.

It’s a quick thought, a fleeting thought. A memory that makes your cheeks flush and your eyes close in embarrassment. Remus, fresh out of the shower, two seconds away from closing the towel around his waist. He hadn’t locked the door. It was an accident. You hadn’t meant to walk in on him. You’d been half asleep, bursting for a pee, and he hadn’t locked the door. Even worse, you hadn’t meant to look. But he was wide eyed and frozen, and your fight or flight had you trying to assess every part of the situation. And his nakedness was a large part of the situation.

You’re not proud of it. But you’d looked. And you liked what you saw.

And now.

Well, now, you can’t stop thinking about it. About Remus. Kind Remus who makes you tea on cold mornings, puts your pyjamas in the dryer for you when you get out of the shower, who cooks you dinner and leaves it in the oven when you work the late shift at the café down the road. He’s kind and attentive and always there to lend a helping hand. You feel silly as you clamber off your bed, knowing there’s a high likelihood that Remus will tell you you’ve taken his kindness to its boundaries.

Your feet pad quietly down the hallway of your shared flat. The under counter lights in the open plan kitchen at the end of the hall illuminate the space enough to see. Remus’ door is closed, but you twist the handle and push, wincing when it lets out an annoying squeal. Remus rouses at the sound, squinting sleepily at you as he turns. He lets out a breath, sits up on his elbow and pulls back his blanket to offer you the space beside him.

It’s not the first time you’ve climbed into bed with Remus, but you still shift nervously on your feet, biting at your lip.

“You okay, love?” Remus asks, voice deep and croaky.

It makes you flustered in your reply. Voice quiet, unsure, “Can’t sleep.”

Remus nods, reiterates pulling back the blanket to make room for you. You cross one leg over the other in front of you, fiddling with the metal daisy chain ring on your middle finger. Remus got you it when you got into university last year. It’s your favourite piece of jewellery you own, overpriced tennis bracelet from your overcompensating parents be damned. He catches your nervous tic and his eyes narrow, his head tilts, messy hair flopping sideways with the movement. There’s a slight stubble on his chin from running late this morning and skipping his daily shave and he’s sans pyjama top, having clearly also felt the heat.

He sits up fully and the blanket pools around his waist. His skin glows in the low light of the moon through the window beside his bed. He’s beautiful. This you’ve always known. Now, it’s tenfold because you’ve seen all of him. And all of him is what you want, in this moment. Your face is flames as you edge closer until you’re hovering beside his bed.

“Have you tried warm milk?” Remus asks, his voice almost teasing.

“Don’t want warm milk.” You pout.

There’s something about the way he’s looking at you, trying to sus you out. He knows. He must know something. You’re hardly being subtle. Remus’ lips twitch in a smile when you squeeze your legs together in front of you, again, lip between your teeth, eyes watery.

“What do you want?” He asks, voice breathy.

He wants you to say it. But you can’t. You won’t.

“Rem, please,” You whine, “I’ve tried everything.”

His hand reaches for yours, pulls you until you’re straddling him. His lips are a centimetre from yours, hot breath fanning out over your mouth. You press down hard against him, lips pouted. He doesn’t let up, just raises his eyebrows. A question. What have you tried?

“I couldn’t get the angle right with my vibrator,” You whisper, cheeks bright red and warm to the touch, where Remus’ thumb is gently rubbing back and forth, fingers cupping your wobbling jaw, “Then the thingy Marlene got me wasn’t-“ You huff.

Remus chuckles softly, endearingly.

“It wasn’t enough.”

Remus smiles, “You want my help?”

You nod eagerly, “Please, Rem.”

He’s on you in a second. Lips and tongue and teeth, so hot and heavy it knocks the breath from you. His hands fist the thin material of your shorts, at your waist and you bend into him, hands running up his sides, over his shoulders, into the hair at the nape of his neck. He’s hard beneath the flannel of his pyjama bottoms. You can feel it against the crease of your thigh. It makes you whine into his mouth, shifting until you’re perfectly aligned over him. His grip focusses on your arse cheeks when you grind down, a bruising grip that you relish in.

His hands push you forward, you pull yourself back. His lips leave yours, trailing along your jaw, down your neck. Your head tilts back, panting for breath, lost in the pleasure. Your stomach tightens the harder his grip gets, the harder you press down, the faster you move. You feel like a seedy teenager, dry humping yourself against him. Remus’ teeth nip at your collarbone, only to soothe over it with his tongue. You whine again, making your impatience known, but Remus doesn’t speed up.

He looks up, lips mouthing at the underside of your chin until you tilt your head back up to look at him. His pupils are blown, eyes hooded, lips curved into a sinful smirk.

“So needy.” He mumbles into your lips.

You push down harder in response. Remus grabs your hips, stills you. You pout, doe eyes watery. Remus tuts, shakes his head, “You want my help, we do it my way.”

He shifts until you’re lying beneath him, legs hiked up around his waist. He doesn’t waste time in stripping you. Your shirt, then your shorts, your panties following. He throws them across the room, and they fall into the shadows of his darkened room. You’re glad they’re gone. Your body feels like it’s burning up under his touch, featherlight as he traces the goosebumps across your skin. He presses kisses in the wake of his fingertips, to your collarbones, your chest, the tops of your breasts, your stomach, navel.

His lips are warm, wet, pressing kisses to the insides of your thighs. You’re high strung, keening, and needy. He comes back to face level, and you grumble, deep in your throat. So close. He was so close to where you need him. He’s smug. You’re about to protest when he slides a finger into you. Your mouth opens, head pushing back into the pillow. His fingers are long, but slender, and it’s not long before he adds another. Your back arches, eyes closing. The minute you close your eyes, Remus stops. You look up, furious, to find him smirking something evil down at you.

“Eyes on me, pretty girl.” He whispers, nose bumping yours.

You comply. Remus resumes, fingers pumping steadily in and out. When he’s knuckle deep, he curls them and your body jerks in response. It’s too much and not enough, a dizzying euphoria of Remus’ casual confidence and his skilful fingers. His thumb brushes your clit gently, the bundle of nerves swollen and begging for attention. You moan his name, thighs squeezing against his hips where they’re splayed open. It urges him on, he whispers quiet encouragements – good girl, that’s it sweetheart, you’re so wet for me – and you continue to writhe beneath him.

“Rem,” You gasp, hand encircling the wrist that’s pumping in and out of you, “Need you.”

“Soon,” He promises softly, lips pressing to the swell of your breast, teeth lightly nipping at the skin there, “Want you to come on my fingers first.”

His thumb moves in tighter circles, his fingers curl deeper, move faster. He adds a third, the stretch burns but in the best way. Your jaw opens on its own accord, a string of moans emitting from your throat, and you arch into Remus. His eyes meet yours, blazing with lust.

“C’mon, baby,” He urges, voice sinfully deep, demanding. “Come for me.”

You clench around his fingers, and he groans as you gush around his hand, voice high pitched, your grip on his shoulders vice like. He’s surprised you don’t snap in two with how high your back arches. His fingers pump you through the rush in your veins, his quiet reassurances blacked out by the sound of blood rushing to your ears. Your head spins and you see white as the orgasm you’ve been chasing for what must be hours by now crashes over you. You babble nonsense, buck against Remus’ fingers, mouth open, eyes wide, back arched and head pushed violently into the pillow beneath you.

Remus hovers over you when your breathing evens, eye’s a little less clouded, and his usual concerned look on his face. You smile dopily up at him, eyes bright.

“Good?” He asks.

It’s a double ended question – you good? Was that good?

You nod.

“More.” You whine, attempting to pull him closer with your legs around his waist.

“You’re insatiable.” He laughs lightly, head bending down to peck your smiling lips gently.

You nod in agreement, head tilted as you look up at him, “I’m blaming you.”

“Of course.” Remus nods, placating you.

He shimmies his pyjamas off, kicks them off the end of the bed, and comes back to crowd your space, again. Hard, he’s much bigger than you saw from Shower-Gate. Your mouth waters as his hand wraps around his dick, pumping a few times before looking back to you. His face softens when he notices your lip trapped between your teeth.

“Baby?” He questions and you soften.

“That’s,” You sigh, embarrassed, “That’s not going to fit, Rem.”

Remus laughs, the apples of his cheeks rounding out, his teeth appearing from behind his lips. His head hangs over your shoulder and you hide in his hair, mortified. The hand that isn’t supporting his weight runs softly up and down your thigh. You groan to show your mortification, heels digging into Remus’ tail bone to try kill his laughter.

“Rem,” You protest, letting a chuckle of your own slip.

Remus looks up, eyes soft, lips pressed together to stop his laughter, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry, pretty girl. I’m not laughing at you. No one’s ever said that before, you just caught me by surprise.”

You giggle, squeezing his waist with your thighs, “They’ve definitely thought it.”

Remus shakes his head, “We don’t have to.”

It’s your turn to shake your head, “I want to. I really want to.”

He smiles, leans in to kiss you. When he pulls away to pump himself again, you let out a low breath. He brushes the tip against your folds, wet and puffy, a couple times before he pushes in slowly. He groans, you moan. You’re tight, fitting around him like perfection. He goes slow until he’s buried to the hilt. You allow yourself to get used to the feeling, whimpering softly when his thumb comes to circle your clit again, working you up.

“That’s it, baby,” He speaks softly, so softly, and you moan.

He pulls back, pushes back in. Takes it slow. Allows you to adjust.

But it’s not enough. You need more. You need the raw pent-up aggression you’ve seen Remus show pervs at bars when they touch you inappropriately. You need angry Remus, who threw a book at the mantle place when your parents missed another birthday. You need the Remus who tries so hard to hide the aggressive side of him but can never fully rid himself of his primal urges, of that white hot fury and determination.

“More,” You breathe, “Faster. Harder. I need more, Rem. Please.”

You’re babbling, begging. But Remus complies. He snaps his hips forward and you all but scream. He groans, breath hot and heavy against your neck. He’s attentive, hips attacking your pelvis. His wooden headboard slams against the wall, your hand reaching up to hold on and stop you from sliding further up the bed. An arm wraps around your waist, pulling you up, closer to him. He feels deeper at the new angle, hips battering into yours. He’s relentless, hitting every spot you need.

You’re babbling nonsense, but so is Remus. Words of encouragement, words that tell you how good you’re taking all of him, how tight you are, how perfect you are. You’re meeting his every thrust, hips grinding against him, the stubble creating friction that tightens the coil in your stomach.

Remus attaches his lips to your shoulder, biting down as he pounds harder against you. You say his name like a mantra, unable to think of anything other than the feeling of him, all over, everywhere, filling, stretching, pounding.

“Rem,” You whine – so close. So, so close – “Come in me.”

Remus’ head snaps up, pupils blown, mouth hung open. He doesn’t slow down, doesn’t falter, “What?”

“Pill. Just,” You gasp when he hits that spot, “Come in me. Please. Wanna feel it.”

Remus moans. Dirty and deep. He fucking moans.

He’s relentless, sweat dripping from his forehead, he releases your waist, hikes your thigh up over his shoulder, you scream. He urges you, tells you sweet things, details how he’s going to fill you up, bites the skin of your calf. His other hand reaches down, draws tight circles that have you seeing stars. You scream his name, loud enough for the entire street to hear, using the leverage on his shoulder to lift your lower back off the bed.

The feeling is dizzying, all consuming. It’s feverish, frantic, a wild chase to the end.

You clench, he hits the right spot, the sting of his teeth on your calf emulates up your leg, the stomach muscles holding you up clench, and he calls you baby, all at the right time. You see white. It feels like your entire body explodes, lights on fire, crashes and burns. You convulse, twitching and screaming, broken words and moans of his names, clenched vice-like around him.

You’re begging. Begging him to follow, to finish in you, even in your pleasure.

You’re still floating, but coherent enough, when Remus grows sloppy, uncoordinated, drops your leg from his shoulder, falls forward, hands at your sides to hold himself up. He jerks, groans, his head falls into your shoulder, and you whine, happily, dopily, when you feel the white-hot spurts of his come against your walls.

He’s breathing heavily, both your bodies slicked with sweat. He drops his weight onto you, and you welcome him happily. Your legs wrap around his lower back, you both wince with the movement. You can feel the slickness between you both, the way he’s dripping out of you. But you’re comfortable, lips pressed to his damp hair. You trace shapes on his back until he comes to, pushing up to press his lips to yours.

The clock on his nightstand reads four in the morning.

He gets up to leave and you whine, “Don’t go.”

Remus chuckles, “Just going to get a warm cloth. Be back.”

You allow him that, grateful he had the idea. You hear him running the tap in the bathroom and he returns with a warm cloth. He’s gentle when he wipes you clear. You wince and flinch, blushing when Remus presses gentle kisses to your thighs as he works. He whispers softly between kisses how pretty you are, how well you did.

He discards the cloth in the wash basket by his door and returns to the bed.

He groans as he settles, holding his arm out for you to fall into him. You do so, swinging a leg over his thighs. It’s then that you realise you’re both still very naked, and your shyness returns. Remus traces shapes on your arm, tucking his head over yours, lips to the crown of your head.

“I can hear your cute little brain running laps, you know.” Remus teases.

You roll your eyes, push your face further into his neck.

“I just came to you in the middle of the night for sex,” the post coital dread sets in tenfold, despite feeling the most relaxed you’ve felt in weeks, “I’m so sorry, Remus.”

You feel Remus shrug, “Don’t fret, sweetheart. I was more than happy to oblige.”

“But-“

“Get some rest, honey. We can talk more tomorrow.” He assures you, pulling the blanket further up your naked bodies.

You concede, pressing a kiss to the underside of his jaw, the stubble tickling your lips, “Okay.”

He pulls you closer, settles in. You allow sleep to wash over you, let the relaxation in your bones pull you under. It’s a dreamless sleep, a comfortable sleep, wrapped in Remus’ arms.

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