#omenhel's love letters

[fuckmymunson]

𝐂𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐝 - 𝐄𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐌𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧

♡ CW: brat tamer!Eddie, afab!reader, mean!Eddie ♡, masturbation, degradation, just smut, I don't even try to hide it any longer, I'm fucking horny on main. 18+.

♡ a/n: Horny on main, horny on main, I need Eddie to rearrange my guts with his big cock. I know it's not great but it's me being horny.

-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ-

The sound of the switch inside Eddie’s head was loud and clear. You could see the gears steaming and running inside his head, and the way he glares at you as if you were nothing more than something to entertain him crashes a wave of nerves all over you. 

And as you see the bright bulb sparkling above his dark curls, his serious mask melts into a mischievous grin.

Bingo.

“Sweetheart.” He starts, sitting at the edge of your queen size bed. “I'm getting sick of this bratty attitude of yours.” He places a hand on your naked knee, smiling softly.

That smile is a bad omen, a prelude to what's about to happen, and all of the conclusions running through your head are anything but positive. There is a sense of pain, strictness, and unfairness to them. 

He hooks a ring finger at the waistband of your panties, tugging the nude lace down unceremoniously. 

“You were a damn tease, all day. You wore that minuscule skirt, swaying your hips, pouting those pretty lips at me, and don't even think I didn't notice how you deepthroated that rocket pop”. As Eddie continues listing your felonies, his middle finger finds your clit, circling it very slowly, barely applying any pressure. “You really think you would get away with all of those slutty crimes, uh sweetheart?”

The lack of reply makes him scoff, Eddie rolls his eyes, pretending to be annoyed, as he delivers a tiny slap at your exposed cunt. 

“Answer me, or else…” He lets the words linger in the air, leaving the consequences.

“I—” Your words melt into a pathetic whimper when he slaps your pussy again. “Yes! Sorry, I'm sorry, sorry!”

“I’m sorry!” He mocks you with another slap. “You know the rules, princess.”

He places his hands on your thighs, squeezing them gently and spreading your legs even further. 

“Do you remember your safeword, princess?” 

“Yes.”

Slap!

“Excuse me?”

“Yes, daddy! I'm sorry!”

“Good girl.” Eddie coos at you, pouting his lips. “Say it f’me, princess.”

“Cupid.”

“Good girl.” He repeats as he uses his fingers in a «V» shape, spreading your pretty cunt. “This is what’s gonna happen, darling— You will finger this gorgeous pussy, while I watch you. If I say stop, you stop. If I say faster, you go faster. I don't care what you want or need. This is for my sordid pleasure, not yours. You don't deserve it, for being an insufferable brat.” 

You whine when he removes his hand from between your legs. Eddie removes his boots, parsimoniously, he takes an insane amount of time to untie his yellow shoelaces.

“What are you waiting for?” He says, harshly. “Are you that dumb? I gave you instructions, do you think I have all night?”

With a weak nod, you bite your lip as your soft fingers circle your clit. It feels like an eternity has passed when Eddie finally takes a proper seat at the other side of your bed, watching your movements. He cups his chin with the palm of his hand, feeling his aching cock inside his jeans. 

Eddie loved to dominate every aspect of your sex life, from your movements to your volume. The way you were so willing to give him every ounce of trust made his heart flutter inside his tattooed chest. 

“Faster, slut. If this is your definition of a show, it's a pretty boring one.” 

Following his snarky commands, you rub your clit faster, faster, until your hips buckle with a tiny mewl from your lips. 

“Good, so fucking good.” He whispers, biting his lip. “Go on, slide a finger inside that pretty pussy.” 

You gasp when a ringed hand grabs your jaw, hard and demanding. His grip is bruising, and the way he digs his fingertips into your cheeks sends a wave of pleasure straight to your core. 

“Fucking do it, bitch.” He growls against your lips. His hand releases your flustered cheeks only to slap them, making you moan in the process. 

Two fingers dive in, and even though they are far slim and smaller than Eddie’s, the relief and friction are very much welcomed. The pace is quick, you curl your digits pressing the spongy spot above your warm walls, moaning his name.

“Stop.” He says. “I said stop!” He almost yells, wrapping his hand around your wrist and withdrawing your fingers from your pussy. Your hips rock forward, begging for that release. “Nuh-uh. Fucking do as told, or you won't cum for a week.” 

“Sorry! S—Sorry!” You cry, pouting. “I'm so sorry Daddy.”

“Sure.” He replied sarcastically, still holding your wrist and bringing it up his mouth. Eddie’s tongue cleans your fingers, as he hums pleased at your taste. “So sweet, if you were a good girl I would be eating the fuck out of you.”

“But I am a good girl!” You squeal, which earns you a sharp slap. Your cheek stings and you take a mental note to definitely do that again. 

“I didn't ask for your fucking opinion, didn't I?”

You shake your head, panting. He instructs you to continue, not before giving you a hungry, messy kiss, all teeth and tongue. When your fingers return to where you want them the most, the soft moan that escapes your plump lips draws a moan from his part. Eddie is trying so hard to remain calm, but you are making it so damn hard, and speaking of hard things…

Needy eyes fixate on his ringed hands, fumbling with his belt and the chains attached to it, the metalhead look truly came with a cost. 

“Add another one.” His voice is barely a whisper, hot and bothered. 

“Uh?” You murmur with lidded eyes, hardly understanding what he was saying. Your heartbeat pounded loudly against your eardrums. 

He can’t take it any longer. The hazy look in your eyes, the tiny line of drool that runs down the corner of your lips, how your chest rises and how your hips thrust against your hand. He loves how needy you could get. But, this was a punishment after all.

“Add another finger.” He repeats, tugging his boxers with his thumb. His hard cock slaps against his stomach, smearing a bit of the precum all over himself. This time you hear him, sliding another digit inside you. The sound of him spitting into his palm, coating his cock with saliva, whines through your ears. The soaking clench of your pussy is music to his ears. Eddie hisses in relief as a large hand wraps around his dick. “Faster.” You do as told, moaning loudly. He fucks his fist, matching your pace, grunting your name and huffing.

“Fuck.” You cry. “Eddie, Eddie, p—please.” The palm of your hand rubs your clit as your fingers drill in and out your puffy cunt, it becomes too much, you want to cum, you need to cum. But you would never do it without permission. “I’m gonna cum.”

“Hold it.”

“I c—can’t”

“Fucking hold it.” With his free hand, he chokes you, forcing your head back, making you bounce gently on your pillows. “Fucking slut. You don’t deserve to cum.”

He continues degrading you, calling you a needy, pathetic thing. He forces your mouth open, spitting directly on your tongue, tapping your cheek in a silent command. A pleased hum erupts from his side as you swallow. If he had to describe you in one word, it would definitely be perfect. You are everything he ever wanted, you are beautiful, smart, and fucking hot… especially when you looked at him with those big, doe eyes, begging to cum, begging for any type of release, anything.

In fact, that is exactly how you were looking at him at the moment. 

“Please, please.” The high-pitched tone makes his cock twitch. Eddie knew, that the moment you were begging, shaking, rambling, was when you were far gone, far away from sanity. “Please Daddy I—I promise I’ll be— fuck!” Holding the world-shattering orgasms that pushes your body to the edge is a superhuman task, he knows you are painfully close. He knows how badly you want to cum.

“Faster.”

“No, no, please.” 

He laughs. He has the nerve to laugh. His mocking chuckles echo through your ears, the humiliation is heavy, but it’s also lustful. He mocks your voice, as he continues to jack off. “Look at you, just like a bitch in heat. Cum, cum for me, princess.”

And oh fuck you do. 

Your whole body tenses, closing your eyes, you whine his name in a vicious prayer. Eddie sighs happily at the breathtaking sight. Your weak body collapses in your soft duvet, yelping in discomfort when he slides a finger across your oversensitive folds. 

“You think this is over?” He asks, leaning down, pressing his tongue flat against your pussy, pretending to «clean» you. His tongue circles your puffy, swollen clit, forcing your legs open. “When I’m done with you, all you will be able to do will be scream my name.” 

It was a promise. 

“Until your whole indulged neighbourhood knows I’m the one who’s making you cum over and over.”

“Until you can’t close your legs.”

“Until you are completely, and utterly mine.”

Sorry for any mistakes! English is not my first language. I appreciate any feedback!˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

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[edsforehead]

Fics/rec lists for me to read later

Realistically I will never be able to read all of these but I NEED a place to organize everything

EDDIE MASTERLISTS/RECS FOR ME TO READ LATER Munsonsquinn Athena writes Jobean12 Rainylana Onewrongsideofheaven ddejavvu tatakaetime07 loveronlineee steviebears flowhore peterthepark Thecamerson's Recs parkerslatte Kissitbttr peanutbutter-y-jams - July rec list Bodily exit Hoosurdaddy(dark eddie) Killerlookz Tsunamibaddie Littlestdarkage Brighteyedbushybrowed Muertawrites orpheusredux‘s rec list Hawkins losers Omenhel Starry trizz Munsonsquinn Depravity-n-savagery Delilahsroses Spiderrrling Xcatnapsx Onethewrongsideofheaven Im-657-mv Forever rogue Edddimun Eddiesashtray Eddiebaghetti Cowboy-kylo Eagerbby Sunflower steve munson munchies Smut blog recs Denim mixtapes Lizzie’s first wife Now give us a kiss Ellesgreenway Hellfire hoe Storiesbyrhi rec list Stories by rhi Lady munson Luveline drabbles Luveline The wild wolves around you * pxrxcxa * queenimmadolla Lady Munson Imaginestuffs This is hellfire Notrattus Pretty boy eddie munson - vampire list Munsonsbun Sunflowergirl522 Cupid clarities rec list Munsons trashcan Roaniom rec list Roaniom master list Cacoetheswriting Letters to the fire Wrote classically jobean12blog Ghosttownwherenoonegoes Thereagles rec list *The freak of hawkins high *Andvys Stranger nightmare Final girl eddie munson Domestic eddie Skyfall8600 Seidenbros This is hellfire chaseadrian Runningmunson

FICS FOR ME TO READ LATER Series: Summer in hawkins Series: How the fire grows Series : Livewire Series: Impulse Series: The other woman Series: Matters of taste (reader + steddie) Series: eddie munson x richgirl!reader Series: the more you give vampire!eddie munson & catholic!reader The lost lamb ? Three men and a baby A good storm virgin!eddie x experienced!metal!reader Innocent act Gentle with me Eddie sneaks into your room Whose the freak now Taking eddie’s virginity Eddie smut I meant everything I said A little loss of innocence Best friend moaning Eddie’s name Under the influence Lust for life My mechanic Text reply smut Fair play Take control Open drawers Collateral damage Something about cherries (Part 2 | Part 3) Make it up to you (part 2) I fucking hate you Exploring Don’t hang up Forbidden fruit | Part 2 Virgin eddie A little help Reader x eddie x wayne (fluff) Perv!Eddie x naive reader Eddie loves eating it from the back It’s enough to make a girl blush Secret Like you hate me Eddie x reader (smut) Just one date (Perv!Eddie) Study buddy Eddie x reader (smut) Over thinking (Eddie losing virginity) Mechanic eddie (smut) Eddie smut (Squirting) Trust and stargazing Moving to a new place and you can see into your neighbors window Rainy daze Reader love sucking Eddie’s cock Love aint no stranger Daddy kink I’ll always be here for you Feel the fear Under the influence Request: Eddie caught touching himself Orgasm denial Do you wanna touch me Angel of the first degree(Eddie x chubby!reader) Request: reader doesn’t get wet Eddie the bloody handed Rescuing you Unexpected visit Eddie being a sub Mosh pit Let me Eating you out while holding your hand My pretty girl Sex, drugs, and rock Nice bracelet Say it again. Say my name. Shy!innocent!readerxBestfriend!Eddie Heavens on fire An Order Hold me closer Reader has a praise kink Eye Contact Take it slow Finally Studying Bestfriend!reader x eddie Inexperienced!Reader x eddie Let me know you how beautiful you are Love language essay Dear diary Body worship Change your ways And so it was Perv!Eddie x reader and his hellfire shirt Jealous much? How awfully kind of you Drunk eddie Go slowly Do you wanna touch me? Sick sounds Eddie meets reader parents (angst) Eddie finds out reader has a daddy kink Eddie bj Volare Pre-Halloween ritual Mean!Eddie Piles of polaroids Needy!gf x eddie Out of control Eddie the pleaser munson Morning newspapers and fresh coffee Dad!Eddie x pregnant reader Dungeon master Paying Eddie for weed Say cheese(perv!Eddie) Eddie starts noticing his best friend bestfriend!eddie being completely oblivious Overstimulated sub!eddie Obey your master smut Birthday sex He just wants his dad We shouldn’t be doing this Sensitive I need your love before I fall Creampie Eddie smut Making deals Ruin me Part 2 Eddie benig a messy kisser I waited all day Confessions in the rain A little help(artist reader) Overwhelmed Give me my nose The freaks secret admirer Friendsgiving ‘86 Shibari Pretty Eddie trying to ask reader out Matchmaker The knight and the maiden Kate Dance macabre Munson/myers Trapped heat inside a small tin box Talk to me, Teddy Necking Loving you in the morning Overheard(smut) Piss kink Stepbro!Eddie x attention whore sister older!eddie x fem! reader Baby, slow it down Feritas older!mechanic! eddie x fem! reader Eddie Munson x fem!reader Morning backwood Your beauty never ever scared me Eddie pretending to know you Maybe birthdays aren’t so bad Breeding with Eddie Munson Free now Can I kiss you? Touchstarved!Eddie You bet on me? Possessive Best Friend!Eddie Heart flayer protective stepbrother!Eddie Yandere eddie Oh you’re y/n’s boyfriend? Baby, kiss me quick Part 2 Not for the perfect girl Thunderclouds Kissing his bruises and scars Teenage dirtbag(Cheerleader!Reader, no smut) Under my skin None of your business Eddie encourages reader to make noise Lovesick!Eddie Wrap me up in all your Eddie catches you sexting Coffee cups and unconditional love

NON EDDIE REC LISTS TO READ LATER (Billy series)My favorite poison Fujiihime JQ Prince Paul Toxic!Billy Dark!Toxic!billy Toxic!mean!Billy Baby trapping billy

#rec list #fic recs

[onlyfreds]

Gabriella’s 1.3k Rom-Com Movie Night!

Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! So much for the 1.3k followers. When I started this blog around a year ago, I never thought I would make it this far. Thank you so much for the unwavering love and support for my work!

To celebrate, we’re having a little rom-com night which will last from August 30 to September 11, be sure to check my requesting guidelines before hand and feel free to send in as much as you want!

☕️ 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐌𝐞𝐭 𝐒𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 - send me a character and an au and I’ll write a small blurb.

💌 𝐘𝐨𝐮’𝐯𝐞 𝐆𝐨𝐭 𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐥 - send me a character and scenario/dialogue prompt and I’ll write a letter to you from them.

🔎 𝐂𝐥𝐮𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 - send me a character and a trope and I’ll write a small blurb for it.

📔 𝐁𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐉𝐨𝐧𝐞’𝐬 𝐃𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐲 - send me a character and a dialogue prompt and I’ll write a small blurb for it.

✍️ 𝟏𝟎 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐈 𝐇𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐀𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐘𝐨𝐮 - send me a character and a scenario and I’ll write a small blurb for it.

✨ 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐲 - any of the ask games (cym, fmk etc.)

💋 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐇𝐢𝐥𝐥 - send me a character and scenario/aesthetic and I’ll make a mood board for it.

🌸 𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐋𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐚 𝐆𝐮𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝟏𝟎 𝐃𝐚𝐲𝐬 - send me this and a link to your fic and I’ll give an honest review on it.

🎉 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐲 - send me a character and a song and I’ll make a blurb about it.

tagging my amazing mutuals:

@lumosandnoxwriting @theoreticslut@thisismynerdyself@fandomscombine@weasleylangs @mitsukui @darthwheezely@weelittleweasley @horrorxweasley@vibraniumphoenix @madelineorionswan@xmalfoyweasleyxx @nobutfredweasleytho@cupids-crystals @freddie-weaselbee@rogueharrington@bclatrix@weasleysparistrip@an2402lths @butterbeerblurbs@jackys-stuff-blog @ssathoma​ @omenhel @reidslovely @rere-the-writer @starkleila @lokis-favorite-follower @xxwritemeastoryxx

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[fuckmymunson]

𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐮𝐬 <𝟑.

18+!, smut, (forced) pregnancy, gaslighting, yandere!Eddie, basically trying to brainwash reader♡..... Did it before bed, so sorry for any typos and errors hehe,,, I know this is horrible, just go to sleep too!, I love you Eddie, let me have your children ♡

-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ-

Eddie knew you were born to succeed. To be a ruler of the world, to run away from this godawful shitty town. You were beautiful, strong, independent, you were ready to eat the world in a single bite.

I mean, that's why he fell in love with you. All the confidence you radiated, how you glowed, how you had that determination in your eyes. You attracted him like bees to a big, sweet honeypot. Eddie tried to convince himself that once you graduated, you were going to get a huge scholarship on a prestigious university and live the life you were born for.

But when that day arrived, he found himself unable to let you go.

He cried, he cupped your face in his cold hands, reeking of weed and beer, and begged for you to never leave him. He looked heartbroken, and you knew that a heartbroken Eddie was the thing you hated the most. You tried to, you really did, but there was no way you would give up your whole future a boy, even if that boy was Eddie Munson, the love of your life.

"Eddie." You cried, struggling between hiccups. "I can't stay. I can't. I don't want to live in Hawkins forever, that's not the life I want for me."

"Please, angel." He kissed you, desperately. He kissed you as his life depended on it. "Please. Don't."

Eddie had a backup plan. Like he always did.

He lied, and he felt guilty just for lying, not for what he was about to do.

"Let me hold you one last time, angelcakes." He whispered, hiding his teary face in the crook of your neck. "Please. I love you."

"I love you too, Eds."

It was loving, sensual, sweet. Eddie kissed every inch of your skin, as if it was the last time he would. He left extra marks, to let everyone know that you had a lover waiting for you, back at home. Between sweet little nothings, promises, soft, slow kisses, you were drunk in his image, his touch, his scent. You were drunk in the Eddie Munson.

"I love you. I love you." Eddie kissed your shoulder, spreading your legs, cupping your face, purposely dragging your gaze from the upcoming union of your bodies. "I love you." He repeated, a little bit louder.

To hide the slight sound of the condom being unrolled from his cock.

"I love you, Eddie." You were so dizzy, so lost in pleasure and love, and in pain too, because the melancholy was still there, knowing this would be the last time you had him in your arms.

He slid in, and you thought about how good it felt, it felt different, it felt better. Maybe because it was the last time. His thrusts were slow too, enjoying every moment, lost in the way your silk, dripping pussy clenched around him, nothing standing in the delicious sensation of his bare cock against your walls.

"It feels s—so good, baby." You moaned, arching your back gracefully and pressing your gorgeous breasts against his chest. "Fuck."

"You're so tight, angel." He groaned, speeding up. "Shit— So good f'me, so sweet. My beautiful girlfriend. Mine. Mine." He continued rambling, and you adored it. This was your Eddie, the cheesy lover, your devoted worshipper.

"Yours." You complied. Sealing your destiny.

His rough fingertips against your clit worked wonders to drag you to that dizzy, adored subspace. You mumbled, you cried, you whined for more, for him. You were overwhelmed by the love, the lust, and you came, screaming his name, the moon and the stars being the only witnesses of your first love. A few seconds later, Eddie did too, inside you, like he always did.

He kept talking, whispering the same little nothings, the same prayers, the signature Eddie Munson's love language, to distract you from the way his cum slid down your swollen, puffy cunt. He offered you a warm bath, one you didn't hesitated to accept. Your back pressed against his chest, as he wrapped his arms around you, hearing your quiet sniffles.

But Eddie, he was praying. Praying for his plan to work♡.

The next morning, you woke up in his arms, treasuring the night before as one of the best ones in your whole life.

Eddie, dear, dear Eddie, was thrilled.

You were his.

♡˚✧₊⁎

Eddie was in his room, alone. His uncle was away for a few days, so while blasting his favorite mixtape, he didn't heard the first time you knocked on the door, or the second, or the third time.

Until you banged your fist against his window, he jolted, rushing his bare feet towards the front door.

There you were, crying, with puffy red eyes, and carrying a big box, and your backpack.

Oh. Oh. Oh.

You sobbed against his chest, shaking uncontrollably. Your words were confusing, a mere blur, but Eddie already knew what was going on, and he was glad you were still whining on his chest, so he could hide the pleased smirk in his pretty face.

"Angelcakes." He said, cupping your flushed cheeks, kissing your tears away. "What happened?"

As if he didn't knew the answer.

"Eddie." You whined his name, with adorable glassy eyes. Goddess, he just wanted to eat you whole. "M—My parents... they... I—" Another sob rocked your body, making you shiver. "I'm pregnant."

He used every ounce of self control he had left, to suppress the sick, wide grin that threatened his lips. He just brushed your hair, kissing your forehead.

"We'll figure it out together, my love." He placed a hand on top of your stomach, rubbing his thumb lovingly. "I promise you I'll be there for both of you."

"Please d—don't leave me."

"I will never leave you, princess."

You didn't realized how serious he was.

"What about school?" He asked, and he sighed when you broke into painful sobs again.

"My p—parents say that they won't help m—me with the moving E—Eddie, no money, no car, I have nothing!" 

That was a lie, you had him.

What else could you ask for?

"You don't need 'em, baby." He kissed your lips, holding back a groan at the salty taste of your tears in his mouth. "You have me, I'll do anything you need, anything you want, name it, it's yours." He meant every word. "You don't need the rest of the world when you're with me, because I am your whole world, just like you're my whole world, right?"

You nodded, sniffing.

"That's right, princess. We'll sort this together, we can do it. I'll get a job, you can stay here in the trailer with me, you know Wayne adores you. For you, for us, for our little family. You don't need anyone else, your parents don't matter now, okay? Only us. You will stay here with me, okay? Yes, yes baby. My baby. My beautiful girl. Mine."

"Yours, Eddie." You gave him a shy smile, and you could literally see the hearts flying around his head.

"Mine."

#eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader smut #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson angst #eddie munson dark fic #yandere!eddiemunson x reader #yandere!eddie munson #eddie munson brainrot #i love you eddie munson #eddie by omel! #omenhel's love letters #instead of sleeping

[fuckmymunson]

𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐰 - 𝐄.𝐌

a/n: Trying to write with a broken heart, excuse any typos, of course not proofread, love y'all, thank you for always brightening my heart ♡. Probably the too small and rushed, but I really liked this initial thought ):

cw: Stalker/Perv!Eddie, masturbation, brief mention of pubic hair, thoughts of sex (vaginal and kinda anal?), 18+.

-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ-

Eddie bit his lower lip, wrapping a large hand around his hard cock, pressing his back against the cold corrugated steel of his trailer. A thin layer of sweat coated his pale skin as he struggled to keep his eyes open.

He wouldn't miss the sight of you fresh out of the shower for anything in the damn world.

His chocolate eyes roamed unashamedly your naked form. You always forget to close the drapes. Fine with him, though. The towel pooled at your ankles and Eddie gasped in ecstasy. Tiny bits of water slid down your body, and he could only wish it was another thing sliding down your abdomen, your thighs…

Eddie loved your body. He worshiped every single inch of your body, if he could, he would kiss the ground you step on. Eddie adored how carefree you acted when you thought you were alone, and how genuine your attitude was. Eddie loved seeing you being you. His cock twitched against his palm when you turned around, facing the window, raising your arms to dry your hair. God, he would give everything just to wrap you in his arms and bury his face on your tits, to inhale your scent, your natural self, so fresh and hot. His eyes darted down almost immediately to your thighs, once again imagining how good they must feel around his head, suffocating him.

It was wrong, he was practically invading your privacy, but it wasn't his fault you were so beautiful and desirable. Eddie wasn’t guilty of his actions, at all. Why? Because at the end of the day it was his teeny tiny little secret, and, because he knew sooner or later, you would be his.

A heavy shiver ran through his spine, and he helplessly came with a gagged moan, hot ropes of his cum coating his hand and his white reeboks. Eddie groaned in frustration, he didn't mean to finish that quickly.

But seeing the adorable patch of hair between your legs did it for him. He wanted to bury his face between your legs, nibble your wet folds and bump his nose into your clit. He wanted to fuck you with his tongue and be coated with your slick, with your essence. Eddie was drunk at the mere thought of you.

Tucking his soft cock inside his tight black jeans, he whined pathetically when you bent down to pick up the towel, and he couldn't help but wonder how good you would feel bending over and letting him slap your precious, plump ass with his large hands, spreading your cheeks as he's pounding relentlessly on you, shaping your tight gorgeous pussy to the shape of his fat cock, before spitting right into your pretty asshole and teasing it with his thumb.

He got carried away in his dreams, in his nastiest fantasies and desires, immersing himself on the idea of your sweet voice moaning his name, tugging his black curls as he devoured you. Eddie was lost in his little daydream.

“Eddie?”

He blinked once, twice.

“Eddie?” It was Wayne, who was just leaving for his night shift. “It’s almost 1 am, what are you doing here?”

He looked back at your window, the curtains were closed, and the lights were off.

“Yeah, sorry, I just needed some air,” Eddie said, kicking a few rocks and tucking his hands in his pockets, trying to wipe off the cum stains.

Inside his trailer, he locked the door of his bedroom, and from under his filthy pillow, he grabbed one of your t-shirts, the one he stole from the cheap wire you hang up your clothes on. The scent of the fabric softener was replaced with his own musk, the strong scent of cigarettes and weed, and the dry residues of his cum.

Perhaps he could pay you a small visit one of these days

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Anon from yesterday hehe, so what I had in my mind was that, reader is James' stepsibling (since I'm poc) and is in Slytherin. Hence he hates them. Even in Slytherin they're not respected and bullied cus they're nice. They also try to be like James and are animagus only so could get love but James confesses he hates his sibling.

Fast forward, reader marries regulus who again treats them like crap. Their marriage is sad. Until maybe something happens and regulus realises their value and later even James accepts them. So basically shit ton of angst with happy ending.

Sorry for long request. You can make it as dark and angsty as you can

𝐒𝐞𝐥𝐟𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 — 𝐑𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐥𝐮𝐬 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤

☆ CW: ANGST, suicide attempt, a lot of cursing, family issues, bullying, James (probably OOC, but idgaf<3), being really, really mean, Regulus being a bad husband. | word count: 5.4k. ☆ a/n: First time writing Reg, sorry. Part II it's still in the making (yes almost a year later, leave me alone lmao)

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Can’t the dark side light my way?

Another morning was waking up to an empty bed. 

Rolling on your side, you sighed pressing your cheek against the silk pillows. Every morning was the same, every day felt the same in this old house. 

Wrapping yourself in the soft robe, you walked downstairs, to the kitchen, where your husband was already, a cup of black coffee in one hand and the daily prophet in the other. 

“Good morning.” You said as you did every morning.

“Good morning,” Regulus muttered back, as he did every morning. 

Monotone, a routine, tasteless. That's how you could describe your marriage. Oh, and loveless. 

“I'm going to Diagon Alley, do you need anything?” You asked, side against the doorframe. 

“Can you buy more of those cinnamon rolls you brought last week?” Regulus lifted his gaze from the newspaper. 

You nodded and he muttered a quiet thanks, and with that, you were off. It was always like this, boring conversations, obligatory questions, obligatory answers. He wasn't your husband, he was more like your roommate, perhaps a stranger whom you shared a roof with. 

Diagon Alley was crowded, as it always was. Store after store, you stopped by the local bakery, smiling at the (apparently) only thing you had in common with your husband.

To say you didn’t care about Regulus would be a lie, even if it was an arranged marriage, and even if you two had your discrepancies in the past, he was now someone who circulated your orbit daily. Someone whom you liked it or not was going to be there for a long, long time. Regulus was more of a ghost, a phantasmagoric entity that floated around you from time to time, barely speaking, barely acknowledging your existence.

But fights? Were there too. Rather constantly. 

Sometimes over nothing, sometimes over past wounds, that were still fresh, sometimes because of his family, sometimes because of yours. Fights always ended up the same, with you sobbing against your silky pillows, and Regulus sleeping in one of the guest rooms. 

“Excuse me” A feminine voice behind you dragged you out of your melancholic daze. Turning around, your eyes widened as you recognised the redhead woman in front of you, with a shy smile and a baby with wild hair and green eyes in her arms. “I’m sorry for bothering you, I was just passing by and I saw you here. Say hi Harry.” She cooed at the smiling baby in her arms, who eyed you curiously.

“It’s okay.” You assured her, not sounding convinced at all. “Hello there.” You smiled at the little Harry, who just giggled, his little teeth peeking through his small lips. 

“How you’ve been?” Lily asked, clearly trying to start a conversation. “I’m sorry if it seems a bit… meddlesome. It’s just, I never see you around and, you know.” She looked around, visibly nervous.

“Lily.” You spoke softly. “I understand.” You knew where this conversation was heading, and it was something you weren’t really in the mood for. “You don’t have to talk or interact with me if you don’t want to, I don’t mind.” You stopped caring about that long ago.

“I do want to!” She chirped, almost offended. She understood how difficult your situation was, but she was, after all, your stepbrother’s wife. “Harry’s birthday is next week, I was going to send you the invitation, but, hence we are here—”

“James won’t be happy to see me there.” It was true, a crude truth though. Lily frowned but didn’t object, proving you right. “I don’t want to ruin Harry’s birthday party with my presence, besides, I don’t think Regulus would even consider it, I’m pretty sure his brother will be there. ”

“Oh.” Lily quietly muttered, she didn’t think about that further. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t worry about it.” You gave her a faux smile, one she didn’t believe at all. “Excuse me, I have to go. I’ll see you around.” Another lie. “Goodbye Harry.” You waved at the infant, who just looked at you with his big, green eyes.

The second you stepped out of the bakery, you heard Lily’s voice calling your name. Once again, you turned around, clutching the paper bag against your chest. You really wanted to go home, but you were too polite to ignore her. She approached you, with a fierce determination in her eyes.

“Look. I know James isn’t the best brother.” She didn’t use the correct title, just like she always did back at school, and James always corrected her, frustrated. “I know he was a total asshole in school, and I’m sorry I never speak up or did something to stop him. I understand family can be difficult, God, my sister? Petunia, she despites me.” She chuckled slightly, shaking her head. “I’m not trying to be a bridge between you two, I won’t force you to reach out to him either, I just want to see you happy. I’m was going to talk to James tonight, and probably scold him for everything he has done these past years, perhaps a few years late, but better late than never, right?”

It seemed too, genuine.

You were speechless. With a deep sigh, you give in, Lily was too persistent, and you were sure she wouldn’t give up, she was head girl after all. 

“Fine.” You smiled, this time it was a real smile. “I’ll talk to Regulus tonight as well, I can’t promise you anything, but, I’ll try.”

“Thank you.” Your sister-in-law hugged you, for real. She smelled like peaches and cinnamon, and baby powder. “Thank you, I promise you, everything will get better.”

Everything will get better. 

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“No. Absolutely no.” Regulus stood up from the armchair, frowning. “Are you out of your mind?”

“It’s just a party, Regulus.” You interjected, pinching the bridge of your nose. Why did he have to be so uptight? “It won’t hurt. Lily really wants us to go.”

“Us?” He asked, raising his hands, annoyed. “There is no us.” 

He was right. There was no us. 

Regulus saw, firsthand, how your chest deflated, how your gaze lowered, and how you sighed. He was right, there was no us. It was only you, It was always just you.

“I’m going to bed.” You announced, turning around to hide the tears. Fights weren’t new, but what was new, was the raw twist in his stomach, at the sounds of your sobs on the other side of the main bedroom door. Regulus pressed his back against the wooden frame, listening to how you cried. It wasn’t the first time you cried after a fight, but why did this time make him feel something?

Was it regret? Guilt? Remorse? All of the above?

He slept in the guest room that night, and as he lay on the pillows, he realized he couldn't recall when was the last time he slept next to you. 

Dreams weren’t nice either, they weren’t an escape from the cruel reality. Dreams, at least for you, were a constant reminder of how miserable your life was.

Dreams. Memories. Nightmares. 

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Laughs, evil laughs. Evil snaked dressed in green and silver surrounding you, mocking you. You rubbed your eyes, groaning at the sticky feeling of your fingertips over your face, your hair, your uniform. Someone spilt a glass of orange juice over your head, and no one did anything to stop them. No one cared, no one overlooked. 

For the proud and ambitious house of Slytherin, you were just a poor joke. You were the insignificant excuse of a wizard, and definitely, you didn't belong with them. You were too nice, too soft, you were a gentle soul. Qualities that, the Slytherin house wasn’t quite fond of. 

And they were sure to remind it every day of your school life. 

Across the dining hall, students from other houses looked at you with pity, amusement and even curiosity. Were they expecting you to defend yourself? Probably. Were you going to? Probably not. Instead of giving them a piece of your mind, you just ran away. Once again, as you rubbed the orange juice off your eyes, now mixed with the salty tears of humiliation, they laughed, and their cruel barks echoed in your ears, your mind and your heart. 

How did this fit in your story?

Outside, under the dark night sky, the stars were bright. Glowing carefree in the firmament. Your feet wandered around the edge of the astronomy tower, wondering how it would be to be a star. Maybe this just wasn’t your timeline. Maybe you weren’t born to succeed, to achieve great things. Everything just felt empty, flavourless, pointless. Since when did that bright smile change into a sorrowful grimace? When did everything go downhill? Questions, questions, so many questions and no answers. Shaky hands held tightly on the chilly rails of the tallest tower in Hogwarts, where the wind was colder and the stars were closer. 

Have you ever dreamed of being reborn as a star? Many times. A wish, your last wish, as your feet started to move away, closer to the sky. Star light, star bright, wish you may, wish you might. Closing your eyes, ignoring the tears streaming down your cheeks, you let go of a hand, darting dangerously around the edge. Everything would be quick, painless, and that’s what you wished for the most, for the pain to just stop. 

"Wait!" A voice, a masculine voice. A voice of a star, the brightest star. You opened your eyes violently, gasping at sudden vertigo in your stomach, your feet slipped, and realizing for a fraction what you were about to do. It was too late now, your hands were away from the rails, as your body sway almost gracefully, towards death. 

His hand grasped yours, it hurt. Great, just what you needed, more pain. Regulus held firmly to your hand, as you sobbed. Carefully, he eased you back into the ground, your knees wobbling the second you landed on the stone floor. Hard sobs rocked your body, your heart pounding wildly inside your chest.

“Why?” You asked, between sobs. “Why did you stop me?”

“Why were you… going to—” Regulus started, breathing heavily, shocked by what he just witnessed.

“Because I knew no one would stop me.”

"I'm sorry for what happened in the Great Hall." He already said that, why did he insist upon it? "I should've said something, what they did to you was so unfair, even if…” Even if it what?

“Even if  I deserved it?” You suggested with half-lidded eyes. 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to.” Regulus kneeled next to you, keeping a prudent distance. “I didn’t mean it that way, sorry. I don’t know what to say. It was wrong, you don’t deserve to be treated like that.”

Pity. It was pity. 

“Regulus.” Hugging your knees, you inhaled the sweet scent of orange juice lingering in your uniform. “Don’t pretend you overlook me. They have been pestering me for years, and you never seemed to care about it. If this is a joke, it ain’t a funny one.”

“It’s not a joke!” He protested. “I just… never actually cared, yeah. Until now.”

Until now. 

“Until now?” 

Days later, you found out, what ‘Until now’, finally meant. It meant a black, wax-sealed letter, a bad omen. Just a few words were enough to crumble the little piece of peace you had. 

War. Fiancé. Marriage. Regulus Black. 

You threw the letter to the fire, watching it twist and burn in the desertic common room, late at night with a blanket around your shoulders. You were too immersed in your own thoughts to notice his presence. Regulus called you, making you jolt in surprise. He saw the envelope next to the fire, and the ashed on the wood confirmed his suspicions.

“So, until now, uh?” You asked, with a harsh tone, harsher than intended, not bothering to look at him.

“I’m not happy either.” His voice was a brick, and you were sure he had an unpleased frown. 

“There must be a way. I’m sure.” Standing up, the blanket rolled down your shoulders, pooling on the thick green rugs. “Fuck.” You cursed under your breath. “This can’t be happening.” 

“It’s borderline ironic.” Something about Regulus’ tone didn’t sit quite right with you. 

“Ironic? How so?”

“She's vivid by the idea of me marrying a pureblood, a Slytherin, she didn't even care that your Mother was married to a Potter. A blood traitor, just like my br— just like Sirius.” Of course, it all came to that. Of course, Regulus was just like his family, just an elitist, classist piece of shit. “Perhaps we can tell my Mother how much of a coward and weak you are." His words tensed you, were all the Blacks so venomous? "How you aren't a real Slytherin.”

That was the last drop, your thirteen reason. “Sure, and we can tell my Mother how much of a self-centred asshole you are. How you can't see beyond your fat nose and realize there are other people besides you." Your nostrils flared with rage, no tears, just rage. 

Regulus’ face contorted into one of anger, outraged by your words. 

“I regret walking on you that night.” He scoffed, looking at you as if you were nothing more than a speck of dirt in his expensive leather shoes. “I wish I could travel back in time and stop myself from not letting you fucking kill yourself, giving up like the coward you are. Absolutely pathetic.” His words were pure venom, living up to his house and its emblem. 

You slapped him. His face distorted into one of surprise. "I wish I had died that night. So I don't have to watch your ugly fucking face daily."

That night, like many others, you cried yourself to sleep, casting a silencing spell around your bed, hiding from the world, letting the pain consume you, poisoning your soul. Days only got worse, your grades dropped, and soon the whole school knew you were engaged to none other than the Regulus Black. Students stared at you more than usual, whispered louder than usual, and you ever wondered if you became a zoo animal without noticing it. The little contact you had with other students was now unexistent, you spent the majority of the time alone, in the library, where books couldn’t hurt you. 

The library became your safe space, a bubble to hide from the real world. Standing on your tiptoes to reach the highest shelve, your attention caught a familiar voice, a loud one, too loud to be allowed in the library. 

"Moony c'mon, we'll be fine!" James, it was James.

"Stop insisting, Prongs." Remus answered, and he sounded annoyed. With silent steps you walked closer to them, leaning over a bookshelf, eavesdropping on their argument. "Last full moon was a disaster."

"You know who's fault that was." That one was Peter. 

"Keep it down, please." Remus sighed. "You're lucky she knows how to heal a scratch like that. Because if Madame Pomfrey ever hears about this—"

"She won't!" James interrupted him. "She said that she'll be close so if we need her, she'll be there."

You heard Remus's breath hitching. "Are you out of your damn mind? I'm not going to let her near me when I'm a fucking werewolf, Prongs."

A werewolf. 

"Calm down, Moony, we know is your time of the month." Sirius's teasing tone only had the opposite effect. "Ouch! Fine, fine, I'll stop. But don’t pinch me like that, it hurts.”

“Great, now shut up.” Remus groaned, annoyed. 

It made perfect sense. Years ago, you heard Severus teasing him in one of the few classes you shared with them, calling him "Loony Lupin", a freak, pointing out his scars... Speaking of scars, he had a lot of them.

A couple of essays and works about werewolves had taught you only one thing: They were cruel creatures and extremely dangerous, but, Remus never, in a thousand years looked like a cruel person, he was the only one of James's close friends who had never actively participated in your stepbrother's antics to humiliate you and bother you, but he didn't do anything to stop him either, and you learned the hard way that doing nothing was also part of the problem. 

“I still can’t believe you three spent three damn years, putting your lives at risk to become an animagus.” Remus scoffed, but then laughed. “You guys are insane.”

“Hey,” Sirius said. “Anything for our Moony.”

What the hell was happening? First werewolves and now animagus? It really, really, really made perfect sense. Padfoot, Moony, Prongs and Wormtail. 

If James and his friends could transform themselves into an animagus, how hard could it be?

It was hard, extremely hard. 

It could be considered delusional and psychotic, attempt it without previous preparations, and professional supervision. Being young and naive makes you do stupid things, just for the sake of being accepted and loved. Book after book, the migraine drilled deeply into your skull, it was borderline impossible. After two weeks of exasperating research, two broken quills and a roll of paper, you always ended up with the same conclusion: It was dangerous. Becoming an animagus without any type of help or supervision from the Ministry of Magic was basically a premeditated suicide. 

Constantly asking yourself how could they manage to do it without getting caught, how were their methods, how were they still alive? After your third attempt that night, hiding in the Astronomy tower, your whole body ached, a bad move could ruin your life forever, becoming a half-human half-animal, or in the worst case, becoming a corpse. The books you had scattered around the cold floor were useless now, they only repeated the same words with different fonts, words that only vanished your enthusiasm. You didn’t have enough time, enough skills and enough confidence. 

"Come on, come on." You whispered to yourself, closing your eyes, feeling the magic flowing through your veins, powerful, strong, earthly. It felt natural, it felt yours. 

It was there, you could feel it. You were so, so close. Your whole body tingled, the sparkles in your soul the purpose of your efforts igniting the magic within you. Just a little bit more...

It was gone, and you groaned in pain. It vanished as quickly as it approached, four failed attempts were enough for that night. So, while throwing the useless books inside your backpack, you walked back to your dorm carefully to not be caught by Flitch or Mrs Norris.

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Full moon. It was time, it was your last chance. 

It was risky, worst case scenario you could die, your corpse rotting the night. But, death wasn't a thing you were afraid of, at least not anymore. You planned every single step that night, you went through it the whole week. You avoided Regulus, you avoided James, you avoided everything and everyone. The hardest thing was to know when and how to follow them. You knew they were leaving the castle at any time soon, you were a smart girl after all. Logically, Remus couldn't transform near school, for the safety of other students and himself. Dungeons? No, inside the school it was impossible, very noticeable too, and too easy to guess. It must be out of the school grounds. 

The first step was to successfully walk out of the school without being caught, and perhaps one (if not) of the most challenging (asides from the transformation itself), then all you had to do is wait. Wait for a signal, for voices, steps, anything. Hiding outside of the castle, next to the greenhouses, the night air was cold, really cold. Wrapping yourself in your jumper, you waited to hide next to a pile of dirt sacks, patiently. 

Forty minutes or so later, when you started to doubt your plan, you heard them. Not them exactly, but you could recognize McGonagall's voice everywhere. Taking a quick peek, Madame Pomfrey was also there, and they were escorting Remus, who was silent between the two women. Taking a prudent distance, you followed them all the way to the Whimpering Willow, and you watched in awe how McGonagall with a flick of her wand paralyzed the tree, walking right into a hole next to the prominent roots, followed by Remus and Poppy. So, there was a secret passage. It made sense. But where did it lead them to? Hiding behind a big rock, you waited again. Until they returned, chatting in a low voice. 

Until you were sure they were far gone, this was your only chance. Mimicking Minerva's movements, you hoped a simple paralyzing spell would do the trick, and to your surprise it did. Wasting no time, you slid under the tree, scratching your hand as you did so, wiping the little pearls of blood in your jumper. The dark pathway was lugubrious, and you weren't exactly sure where it would lead you, you reached the end, and a weak ray of the pale moonlight guided your steps until you were outside of the Shrieking Shack. This was an excellent location, away from Hogwarts and away from Hogsmeade, plus, the abandoned house had the reputation of being haunted, so, naturally, no one approached it. It was brilliant! 

You heard voices, and this time it was them. Running to the nearest tree, you hid behind it, cold sweat running down your face. The unmistakable sound of Sirius' laugh filled your ears, and you watched how the entered the house. The moon was almost at its peak, almost ready to take its protagonism in the dark sky. 

A deep, crucifying silence reigned over the terrain until you heard it. A howl, a deep, loud howl, mixed with pain and ache. It was your signal to go with the final step. Closing your eyes, you took a deep breath. Inhaling, exhaling. It was now or never.

There it was again, that sensation running through your veins, pumping magic through every cell of blood. Your skin felt warm, tingling, you felt every hair, every pore. Taking a deep, long breath, you closed your eyes. Wand in hand, you took another profound breath, placing your wand-tip against your heart, begging to the stars. 

“Amato Animo Animato Animagus.”

Blazing pain and an intense shiver ran through your body. The bright moon witnessed everything, how your body contorted in agony, your heartbeat was loud, hard and fast, and then it stopped, for a brief instant. Then two. Double heartbeat. It was too late now. There was no going back. A dark cloud fogged your mind, and it happened, you saw it, inside your head, and it was beautiful, it was graceful, it was you. The fear that followed you through the transformation started to crumble your bravery, but surrendering only meant one thing:

Death.

Opening your eyes, everything was… different. The sounds were louder, the scents were stronger. The perspective was abysmal, what was big was now small, and raising your gaze, there it was, the full moon, golden and proud, smiling softly at you, or at least it seemed to. 

Their scent was strong, mixed and together, they were a pack. You heard them from miles around, and the rational voice inside your mind kept you in line, it would be too abrupt to approach them firsthand. Sneaking silently around the abandoned building, you devoured your surroundings, every rock, every stick, every curve. The fresh imprint of paws guided you through the woods, closer and closer to the forbidden forest. Still keeping a safe distance, you joined their voices, still hesitant. 

The big, grey wolf was the first one to approach you. Slowly at first, reluctant. Were you a friend or an enemy? The tension was high in the skies. He growled, cautious. It was him, it had to be him. He sniffed the air, your scent, and taking a seat, he maintained eye contact, narrowing his golden eyes.

You didn’t felt threatened at all. It was an innofensive interaction, you could smell his curiosity, if that was even possible, or even rational. The atmosphere relaxed for a bit, and the wolf laid down, resting his snot in his long paws. He accepted your presence, but it wasn’t an invitation either. You chirped happily, progress was progress. 

Until, the rest of them emerged from the shadows. Larger than you, stronger, angrier. They didn’t liked you, at you could sense their discomfort and hazard. The large, black dog, barked at you, a simple warning: ‘Stay away’. You remained still, blinking slowly, showing them no harm was planned. At least not from your part. The stag was the biggest of them all, with enormous, extravagant horns, graceful swirls in a soft bone colour. The usual prey now looked and acted like a true predator, and the brownish stag was the first one to walk closer to you, looming over you. Stretching his neck, the animal attempted a showoff of dominance, to express how proud and unwelcoming he was. 

Behind him, the black dog growled again at you, this time louder. A second warning: ‘Leave’. But you didn’t. You remained still, strong-willed. 

A sudden high-pitched squeal caught your attention, and you observed how the wolf was stepping on the tail of a abnormal big rat, not in a dangerous way, more leaning into a playful manner. Unfortunately, letting your guard down for a brief second was a mistake. The black dog pounced, this was the third and final warning. He hovered over you, the drool dripping down his canines. Rolling over a couple times, you tried to fight back, but it was hard, this new form was still new, and your movements were clumsy and dull. 

His sharp teeth were wrapped around your throat, hard enough to pierce the skin but not to be considered mortal. The primal instinct of survival ran through your veins, and using every ounce of strength you had in your animalistic personage, you pushed him off you. It wasn’t a fair fight though. The painful stab of the Stag’s horns against your sides caught you off guard once again. 

Wheeling over the dirt, you hissed in pain, panting. The adrenaline was high and the anxiety too. Loud alarms inside your head screamed at you. Run, run, run. On all fours, you sprinted away, quickly being pursued by the two aggressive animals. The wolf’s howling broke the silence surrounding you, it was a long, melancholic howl. From the sounds of heavy steps behind you, you knew they were getting closer. They knew how to move, you didn’t. Your legs gave up, sore and pristine to this new anatomy. Those sharp, brutal teeth caught the flesh of one of your back legs, as you cried in distress.

«No, no, no, this can’t be the way I die.» The rational and human voice inside your head sobbed. 

A flash of gray freed you from the dog’s grip. The two canines fought against each other, barking and howling at each other, as if its human sides were in a heated argument. You suddenly remembered, the stag was still there, and you wouldn’t comit the same mistake twice.

Duels for you, were never fair, less, if your adversary was your stepbrother, James. 

The stag was stronger and bigger, but you were lighter and faster. Dodging every lunge and assault, the strong scents of their proximity clouded your common senses. This wasn’t correct, you never meant to hurt them, especially him. For a very strange reason, you still cared for him, even after all he had done. 

Bright, warm rays of sunshine dazzled you, the sun was rising, which only meant one thing; The world stopped for a minute, and everyone ran back to the Shrieking Shack, where they were supposed to be in the first place, but this was far from over. 

Running back to your first hiding spot, you closed your eyes again, resting your shivering form against an old tree trunk, accumulating all the last resilience you had to transform back. If someone had told you a month ago, you would’ve been hurriedly dressing back up, bleeding for a hundred superificial wounds, next to the Shrieking Shack, you would tell them they were out of their fucking mind. The sun was brushing the horizon, carefree, as the moon waved back, ready to leave and gossip with the stars. With trembling steps, you walked towards the haunted house, panting, one hand making pression on your stomach, where your most profound wound was. 

Inside the old place, it reeked of dirt, old magic and a hint of cinnamon, and maybe citrus, and odd combination, to say the least. Their voices were loud whispers, and, turning around a corner, you found them.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” James shouted, however, this time you didn’t backed away, to hide and cry. 

You were too tired to run away.

“You almost killed me!” You snapped back, surprising him with your offputting attitude. 

“Stop,” Remus interjected, standing up from a broken, dusty bed, just to groan slightly in pain and sit back down. “Shit—. She knows, she knows too much.” His face was bloody, he was wrapped in a yellow blanket, his silver scars peeking through the fabric along with new ones, angry red and still bleeding. 

“Fucking idiot.” James stepped closer, clutching your shoulder. “You ruin everything. You’re so selfish, you are so stupid.” He continued, unloading his anger on you, just like he always did. “Do you know the risk you made us take? Just because of your senseless actions!”

“James.” Remus called him again, this was going too far.

“Remus, he’s right.” Sirius spat, sharing the same venomous look his brother did, nights ago in the Slytherin’s common room. “She knows too much, and if she opens her big, fucking mouth, it would be the end of us.”

“She’s not going to, right?” James pressed, looking at you dead in the eye, you had never seen him this furious before. “She won’t if she knows what’s good. You’re just a self-centred bitch, you can’t stand people having friends right? Just because you’re a loner and no one fucking likes you—”

You slapped him, all across the cheek, knocking off his glasses and successfully shutting him up. Tears ran down your muddy cheeks, this was it, this was your limit.

“Me? Me?!” It was your turn to shout. “Since I met you, you've done nothing but make my life miserable!” Breathing heavily, chest rising with the unpleasant feeling of resentment and rancor. “I did everything! I tried everything for you to like me! I just wanted to be your fucking friend James. I just wanted to fucking be happy, for once!” 

“So you became an animagus, in the ridiculous attempt to join us?” His tone was mocking, the tone every student used to address you. “Pathetic. I would never like you, you’re just a lying snake. You don’t care about us, or my father, your mother is just marrying him for Godric knows what. You would never be part of my family.”

“I fucking hate you!” You stomped your shoe at the creaking wood flooring. “I fucking hate you James, you’re just an arrogant piece of shit! You think everyone likes you, you think you’re the greatest, but no. You are just a pretentious, smug fucking loser. You’re the one who doesn’t belong to Gryffindor, you’re a bigger snake than I would ever be!”

James pushed you, face red with rage. You collapsed to the ground, groaning in pain, from head to toe your body was sore, every inch of skin screamed in agony.

“Take it back.” He demanded, forcing you to look at him. “You think you hate me? Then I hate you ten fucking times more.” He spat. No one uttered a word. “I wish you were dead, I wish my father had never married your golddigger mother. You don’t deserve my last name, my house, anything!”

“Fuck off!” You replied, kicking him, crawlinging backwards, attempting to move away from him. “Get away from me!” His hand yanked your hair, making you sob.

“You’re fucking dead to me. I would never, ever see you as an equal. You’re nothing, you’re useless. Everything everyone says in school is true. You’re nothing more than a pathetic mistake, and you dare to call me a loser? At least I have friends.” He let go, turning around to pick up his glasses. “Everyone is right; You are just a hindrance. You don’t belong anywhere. 

“One day.” You promised. “One day you will fucking regret those words.”

James laughed, Sirius laughed, Peter was to stunned to speak, and Remus was too tired to even think properly, besides, this wasn’t his battle. Nor of Sirius, or Peter.

In the end, it was always, only you.

Sorry for any mistakes! English is not my first language. I appreciate any feedback!˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ 

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[fuckmymunson]

♡ A/n: me? being? horny? for? Remus? when? when do NOT? 18+ babes! I just want this man to ruin me!

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Stepbrother!Remus groans annoyed when you knock on his door, pausing the game and taking off his headset while Sirius on the discord call is arguing with Regulus. "What do you want? I'm busy." His tone was harsh as always, making you frown and roll your eyes at his usual attitude.

“I need your help, I think my laptop has a virus or something because the screen is frozen.” The confession makes him laugh, mocking your embarrassed pout. “Stop being an asshole and help me, Dad says you’re good with computers.”

“I’ll stop being an asshole when you stop being so stupid.”  He snaps back, pushing you with his shoulder, walking towards your bedroom. The moment he enters the intoxicating scent of your perfume welcomes him, the strawberry candles you love and your overall essence, sweet like vanilla and honey.

Remus inhales deeply, sitting on your desk, just to be greeted by the youtube video you were just watching, some boring chick talking about the best primer there is at Sephora. The screen, not frozen, as you said before. “What the fuck?” He mutters turning your pink chair just in time for you to climb on his lap, quick to wrap your arms around his neck.

“I missed you, Remmy.” You giggled softly, enjoying how easy was to trick him, again, playing with his curls at the nape of his neck. He didn’t appear to find the situation as amusing as you did, one hand around your neck, making you gasp.

“Do you think I care?” He growled, dangerously. “And you called me an asshole, you know you're not allowed to talk to me like that, do you want to be punished?” His grip tightened, making you pant. “Is amazing how you can enjoy this, such a slut.”

“I enjoy your attention, Remmy.” You manage to say, knowing well that deep down he wasn’t mad at all, he loved when you acted so desperate for him. “Been dying to suck you off, please?”

The blunt words you pronounce have the desired effect, and soon you’re pulling the waistband of his black sweatpants, staring in awe at his now hard cock. You lick your lips, excited, licking from base to head, delighted by the low groan that escapes his lips. “Don’t tease, you know better than that, whore.” The smile you give him makes his stomach flutter, and soon you’re gagging with his length and Remus throws his head back in the backrest of your chair. “Fuck, you’re so good at this, such a good cock-sucking slut.” The dirty talk only encourages you, a sight that never ceases to amaze him. “Good fucking girl, yes.” You adore how vocal he can be sometimes, suppressing the gag reflex with all your willpower, you mewl when Remus’s thumb caressed your cheek, brushing away some tears. “You know I can’t last long in that slutty mouth of yours, love.” Pushing your head with the palm of his hand, he forces you to deepthroat him. “F-Fuck, yes, and don’t you dare waste a single drop.” Eager to make him proud, you swallow every driblet of the hot, sticky load he releases inside your now swollen lips. 

Remus pants, cupping your face and kissing your lips, not even slightly bothered at the fact you just suck him off, actually, it turned him on further. “Give me 5 minutes and I will make you scream for mercy.” He promised against your lips. You just smile, knowing well that in the end, you always got what you wanted. 

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[fuckmymunson]

Hello there! First I wanna say your writing is pretty<3 Can u do one with James??

They're having their honeymoon reader is so nervous because she's virgin so when he knows about it he's very gentle and teach her. Thank you

𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 - 𝐉𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐏𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫

❀: CW: 18+, smut, first time, literally James making sweet love to you♡. | word count: 1,2k

❀ a/n: SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG TO MAKE. I literally squeezed my brain hehe. I hope you like it! I felt so fuzzy and gigglish while writing it hehe. I love u ♡.

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 The cold sensation of his gold ring against the naked skin of your back makes you giggle. He was sweet and caring, just like he had been for the past six years. His knuckles slide against your exposed shoulders, kneading the flesh gently.

“Gorgeous.” Your newlywed husband whispers in awe. “Breathtaking.” His fingers untie the bows of your corset, one by one as the subtle sunlight creeping through the windows bathes your bodies in an orange glow. “My beautiful wife.”

“James.” You call him, letting him take the white lacy garment off your upper body. In the distance, you can hear the distant murmur of the ocean. “I’m not made of glass, love.”

“Let me enjoy the moment, darling.” He teases you with a kiss on the nape of your neck. He removes the necklaces he gave you on past anniversaries, kissing every inch of skin within his reach.

He guides you to the big, white bed, decorated with rose petals, pushing you gently until you lay gracefully on top of the soft silky sheets.

It feels intimate, loving, it feels beautiful. It feels like a fairytale, your skin is warm and eager for his touch, and all you can read in those big honey eyes is love, adoration and lust. For you, only for you.

“You have no idea how much I love you,” James whispers, hovering over you, kissing your neck, your shoulders. Undressing you with care, unwrapping his favorite treasure in the world. “If you want to stop at any moment, let me know, okay?”

“James.” You call him, cupping his face. “I waited for almost four years for this moment.” He sees his reflection in your eyes, and James feels how his heart is about to combust. “I love you.”

“I love you, angel.” The kiss is slow and sensual, delicate. 

You sigh in desire at the sensation of his bare chest against yours, your hands massage the broad muscles of his shoulders and as his lips trail down, the sensation of that little piece of heaven starts to build up inside you. He is taking his time, to feel you, understand what you want and need. James kisses every inch of skin, worshipping you, adoring you.

“My wife, my beautiful bride.” He mumbles more to himself, as he dives in between your legs. His tongue traces small shapes in your clit, smiling when you cry his name in pleasure. His thumbs caress the exposed flesh of your thighs, his tongue moves in and out, eating you out like you were his favorite candy. 

“J–James.” You manage to whine, curling his wavy hair between your fingers, the outline of the gold ring shining through his brown locks, the diamond of your engagement ring bathed in the dim lights of the vanilla candles. 

“Let go, love.” He speaks against you, eager to feel you coating his tongue. 

The first orgasm of the night is rocking your body like a sweet lullaby, it’s everything and even more than you imagined. It's a dream come true, and James holds you all the way in. He crawls his way up, hands pressed on either side of your head. “You’re truly mouthwatering..” His voice drips with devotion. He calls your name like a prayer, as he kisses you again, making you taste yourself on his tongue. The taste of your recent release makes you shiver, it feels so good.

His hands continue exploring your body, pushing it all the way to your limits, he kisses your chest, and your shoulders, while murmuring quietly ‘I love you’s, James slowly places your legs on his shoulders, wrapping one hand around his aching cock, pumping it a few times before lining up in your pussy. One of his hands holds you, the one that has your marriage ring. The gold rim of his ring meets yours, and you swear it burns your finger so deliciously. 

“You look just like a dream.” He sighs, interlocking your fingers with his. He starts slowly, careful to not push you or overwork you. You swear you can feel your chest swelling with love and passion. 

This was pure love, the waiting was all worth it. He continues, until his hard cock is buried deep inside you, just where you want him the most. It feels good, it feels right. James moans loudly at the sensation, you close your eyes and arch your back, whining at how full you feel. Your head feels dizzy and hazy, you feel drunk, drunk of him; His smile, his body, his soul and heart beating next to yours.

So, this is love.

“The prettiest woman I have ever seen.” He moans, using his free hand to grab your waist, starting with a slow pace. Your husband wants to savour every new sensation, this new feeling of your velvety walls squeezing him has him going insane. James fights to keep his eyes open, not wanting to miss a single second of how your body shakes and how your face melts into a hot grin of pleasure. 

He’s the one provoking it, he’s the one making you moan, and that feeling of finally being able to take you and merge your bodies into one, makes James feel like he’s the luckiest and most powerful man in the universe, and all because of you. Your essence, your whole being is giving him that feeling, and James, feels the fascination of your whole self running through his veins.

“So g—good.” You whine, and he leans down to kiss you, is a heated kiss, mostly teeth and tongue, your hand wraps around his neck, pressing his forehead against yours. It feels so intimate, as James speeds up the snapping of his hips against you, you feel another orgasm approaching you. “James, god… I—Im gonna—”

“Please.” He begs, his brown locks swinging gently with his thrusts, the hand on your waist finds its place between your sweaty bodies, as two rough fingers start circling your puffy clit. “Let me feel you, princess, p—please.” He wants you, he needs to feel you clenching around him, he is desperate to see you reaching that little piece of heaven again, and again, and again, just for him to see. 

Your back barely touches the bed, and you cry his name in a hectic plea, your husband curses loudly at the astonishing sensation of your pussy clenching around him, but he keeps going, he keeps slamming his veiny cock inside you over and over, reaching his climax. The overstimulation makes you whine, but you can’t, you won’t ask him to stop, you want this moment to keep going, forever. 

James chokes a loud groan, as he cries your name, and there it is, the warm sensation of thick ropes of cum filling you, he slams his length one last time, all the way in, letting his head back and panting heavily. 

“I love you.” He says, looking down at you, smiling softly. “I love you, I fucking love you with all my soul.”

“I love you.” You mutter back, exhausted but knowing the night was far from over.

“We have all night, Mrs Potter.” He teases, as he massages your stomach, leaning down again to kiss your neck.

“Good thing we have a whole week, Mr Potter” Your tiny giggle makes him laugh, a laugh that only makes your heart burn with tenderness. 

“I’m not in a hurry, sweetheart, there’s something about you.

Sorry for any mistakes! English is not my first language. I appreciate any feedback!˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡

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[fuckmymunson]

18+, dark content, minors DNI! | Obsessed!Remus for the soul♡

a/n: hi, my name is Omel and you're watching disney channel *draws a cock with a wand*

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Fool of you to assume it was over.

It started simply: With that disquieting feeling of being watched. Something— no, someone was skulking around every corner, every window, behind every door. Eyes glued to your back, scrutinizing every movement, every step, every word.

Things escalated; weeks later, little notes could be found in between your notebooks, inside your bag, and even one time on your desk, at potions class. Every letter was the same, same bold, black ink, no sender, and the same scent that was engraved on your brain by memory.

Chocolate and cinnamon.

“What’s wrong?” Your new boyfriend asked you, holding your hand. The note on your hand was different from the others, placed in between your Transfiguration textbook; It felt almost threatening,

«I would rather experience this love even if it wasn't meant to be, than to not experience your sweet loving at all.»

“Nothing, just an old draft of an essay.” You replied, tucking the piece of paper with the rest of the letters, inside your bag, giving him a reassuring smile.

During one of your night patrols, you felt it again.

Eyes all over you, roaming your body. Someone. Someone you knew, someone you loved. Wand in hand, the weak beam of light flickered as if it sensed your sudden fear. Quickening your pace, you breathed through your nose, determined to not let panic get a hold of you. Heart pounding wildly inside your chest, crushing your eardrums, you heard the steps behind you matching your tempo.

“Lumos Maxi—” Your words were abruptly cut off by a scarred hand clasped to your mouth. The same scent of the letter flooded your nostrils. Chocolate, cinnamon and the proximity of the figure allowed you to breath in the subtle fragance of sandalwood.

Which happened to be Remus’s favourite incense.

The frightened whine was muffled by his large hand and his tall frame caged your body against the cold, stone wall, this side of the castle was barely patrolled, you knew that, and he did too. Tears, hot and heavy rolled down your cheeks, staining his sleeve.

“Shhh–” He spoke softly, his nose brushing with yours. “Sorry to scare you, love. I know how easily startled you can be.”

His hand move away from your mouth. “What do you want from me?” You sobbed, scared. “Remus, p–please.” Cupping your face, you flinched at the touch, not letting him brush the tears off, not letting him take care of you.

“Don’t cry, love.” He leaned down, lips ghosting over yours. “Did you receive my letter?”

“Just leave me alone, please.” The desperate cry only seemed to diminish his patience. “It’s been almost a year, just let me go—.”

“Poor baby.” Remus cooed at you, with fake empathy. “Did you really think I’ll let you go that easily?”

He knew, Remus knew exactly what cards to play, to have you putty in his hands. You were weak, you were always a giver, a naive little girl. You tried to push him away, only fueling his anger, his obsession.

Fighting back was useless, and you learned it the bad way. When his scarred hand returned to your mouth, this time from behind, while the other was too busy gripping your hips hard enough to draw bruises on your delicate skin, the tears found their way to the floor, in a place between your feet. Hopeless, stupid, trapped.

"I'm sure your new boyfriend can't fuck you as I can," Remus growled in your ear, his cock buried inside you, hitting all the right spots, just like only he knew. "I'm sure he can't even make you cum."

His madness was suffocating, just like his love used to be. He kept pounding, harder, deeper. Your toes curling in the insides of your mary janes, your hips miserably buckling back, unconsciously begging for more, the slick running down your thighs betraying your thoughts. You hated every second of it, but your body seemed to love it.

Your velvety, warm walls clenched around his hard cock, earning you a breathless chuckle. "Pathetic. Look at you, at least I know this pretty cunt still loves me." Remus continued fucking you, using you, knowing that deep down, this is how you adored it.

It became too much, too painful, your abused cunt gushing around him, overworked. "Fucking milk me dry, you cheating slut." Remus whispered in your ear, before descending into a spiral of madness at the delicious sensation of his hot, sticky cum filling your insides, just like he used to do.

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[fuckmymunson]

congrats on 500 🤭🤭🤭❤️❤️

🔮 𝐅𝐚𝐭𝐚 𝐯𝐢𝐚𝐦 𝐢𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭: Send me a character + a kink, and I'll write a drabble about i

remus w a (i forgot what it’s called) kink watching sirius and his gf have 👌👈and pretending it’s him 👌👈 with her

qtweyuioueeqkdjjshjkasbhcdsaqewq, I'm...... Hi. HI. I LOVE YOU, PLEASE. Please never stop sending asks because this right here... had me... I know this isn't exactly like you asked, but I really liked this one.... i love you...

18+, smut, voyeurism, mild stalking, male masturbation, borderline Perv!Remus <3.

Remus groaned against his pillow, furiously fisting his cock around the soft fabric of your panties, that unfortunately for you, were laid on top of Sirius’ laundry basket. He needed to be quiet because he didn’t want to miss a single second of it.

It was basically listening to your restless moans and Sirius' bed shaking in the adjacent room.

He felt sick, depraved and like a total creep, but goddamned your needy whines were enough to rile him up. The way you cried for more, how you begged to cum, desperate and crying. It was all music for his ears. The soft bangs against the wall followed by a sharp slap and a moan, worked in a chain reaction, making him speed up his movements against his hard, leaking cock in a futile attempt to match Sirius’ thrusts against your wet, tight pussy.

God, he was so jealous. 

Remus wanted more, he needed more. Unlocking the drawer on his nightstand, he opened his wallet, fumbling with a few tickets, coins and pounds, until he found his hidden treasure. 

The little polaroid he accidentally stole from Sirius’ wallet was now in between his fingers, as his hand wrapped his cock again with your dirty panties, using it as a pathetic fleshlight. His eyes traced your body, and he imagined he was the one who took that pic. Your legs spread for him, your lips parted sucking his thumb, his cock buried deep into your slick cunt. His eyes drifted to the little note you left on the polaroid, with your favourite pink marker.

“Siri’s little slut.”

And Remus couldn’t help but smirk as his thumb traced the big X on your boyfriend’s nickname, which was replaced by his messy handwriting (he was jacking off while writing it<3), with his favourite, permanent, black marker.

“Rem’s little slut.”

Much better.

Your loud moan dragged his attention from the polaroid, and he recognized those sounds immediately, you were about to cum, to make a mess, a mess he wanted on his cock, on his face, on his fingers. He wanted you. Remus was about to cum too, and he arched his back and buckled his hips against his hands, the fabric of your panties starting to burn his aching cock, it was too much, it wasn’t as soft as your precious cunt would be.

“Please!” You cried, dragging the last letter, and he imagined your eyes rolling to the back of your skull. “Siri p—please let me cum.” Ugh, why, why. 

“Go on, whore.” Sirius growled, and a sharp slap was followed by his words. “Make a mess on my cock, princess.” 

Remus did a number on his hand, as he coated your cute pink panties with long, thick squirts of his cum. Biting his lip hard enough to draw blood, he exhaled shakily, panting. His honey locks were glued to his face thanks to the thin layer of sweat that made his body glisten, in the weak light of his desk lamp. He felt so embarrassed, so dirty, but… a part of him was thrilled with this danger, this unrequired passion and lust, for you.

The next morning, Remus woke up to your voice, but this time, it was far from pleased, you sounded pissed.

“What the fuck do you mean by «I lost it», dude?” You yelled at your boyfriend. “It must be in that mess you call a room!”

“First of all, is not a mess, idiot.” Sirius snarled back. “Second, I really have no idea where it is! You know no one touches my wallet. And, did you just call me «dude»?

“Oh sure.” You scoffed, sarcastically. “It just magically disappeared! A fucking polaroid of your dick buried in me just goes missing. Sure.” 

Remus had a sleepy smile on his face, as his hand reached under his pillow, where the polaroid was. 

“Yeah, do that, take that tone!— Ouch, that hurt!” Sirius complained.

“Stop yelling! Remus is asleep, I don’t want him to wake up to this… disaster.” Remus couldn’t help but smile wider, feeling his heart swelling at your worry. 

“Yeah, must be bad to wake up to your annoying bickering.”

“You fucking piece of shit, bickering my ass!”

The fight continued, and Remus heard every argument, insult and apology.

“Hey, where are my pink panties?”

His face hurt from all the smiling.

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🪦 𝐍𝐢𝐥 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐮𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐮𝐮𝐦 𝐞𝐬𝐭

No. 38

Regulus Black x reader

James used the reader to make lily jealous without realizing how much he had until he saw hiw much regulus had when she was with regulus. Sorry if that doesnt make sense but you dont have to use that idea if you dont want to

It's a really good idea! Hope you like it <3.

🏛𝐉𝐨𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧!🫖

Your first love wasn’t supposed to end like this. 

Crying next to the black lake, knees pressed against your chest, hiding from the world. You sobbed, whipping the tears away, feeling your heart aching with pain and melancholy.

“Excuse me.” You raised your eyes, looking at the green and silver handkerchief that was being offered at you by a pale hand. “Um, sorry for bothering you.” Regulus looked away when you took the piece of fabric, giving you proper privacy to compose yourself. 

“Thank you.” You talked in a low voice, your fingers tracing the patterns of silver snakes in the cloth. “It’s okay.”

“Can I sit with you?” He asked. A question that caught you off guard. You blinked a few times, nodding cautiously. He kept a reasonable distance and kept his eyes off you. “I’m sorry for what happened.”

“Oh.” You mumbled, so the whole school knew by now. “Well, don’t be.” The bitter sensation of your poor broken heart was heavy against your ribcage. “I suppose I deserve it for dating someone like him. I’m such an idiot—”

“Don’t” Regulus interrupted you. “If there’s an idiot, it’s him, not you.” His grey eyes were fixated on the lake, but you could see their frustration. “That Evans girl is nothing compared to you.”

Perhaps his words were a bit harsh, but, something about them made your stomach flutter. 

Regulus walked next to you through the whole process, getting over your first love wasn’t easy, but with him? It was less painful. Curious students glanced in your way whenever you two wandered around the castle, laughing and joking, always with a smile on your faces. He invited you numerous times to Hogsmeade, buying you candy and butterbeer, making you feel like the world was less heavy after a heartbreak. 

You opened your heart, and he did the same, and, before you could realize it, you were head over heels for him. Charmed by his affectionate manners, his lovely smile, and in love with the way he treated you as if you were his whole world. You glowed next to him, like a big, bright sun. Regulus held your hand, despite the gossiping, everyone could see from a mile around how happy you were, and how happy he was. 

His love felt like your first time over again. 

“Why you didn’t talk to me before?” You asked him one night, sitting next to him in the astronomy tower, eating chocolate frogs, after he confessed the never-ending crush he had on you, the very first moment he met you. 

“Well, you were with James.” He sighed, holding your hand. “All I wanted was for you to be happy. So, I pushed away my feelings, even if it killed me how much I wanted to be the one holding you.” 

“Well, you are the one who’s holding me.” You giggled, wrapping your arms around his neck, kissing him deeply. “I love you.”

“I love you, starshine.”

That weekend, you walked around Hogsmeade, holding his hand tightly, smiling and laughing next to him. Regulus wrapped you in a big hug, causing you to stumble with your own feet, dragging him with you. You both fell into a big pile of snow, a giggling, blushed mess. Winter was your favourite season, stealing his coats and sweaters, cuddling with him next to the fire, and drinking endless amounts of hot cocoa. Regulus and you were too caught up in a little snow fight, to notice the two pairs of eyes watching you from the distance.

James sighed, rubbing his face. From the very first moment he heard about you and Regulus, he thought it was a joke, a badly done revenge towards him for using you just to make Lily jealous. But, the longer the rumours took place, James started to believe you were actually dating Regulus. 

He saw you smiling, sitting next to Regulus in the Great Hall, surrounded by his friends, glowing like a goddess. He saw you at his quidditch match, but not wearing red and gold, but green and silver, shouting encouraging words towards your boyfriend, Regulus. He saw you kissing him in the morning before walking to class, he saw the way he held you, lovingly, passionately, and he cursed himself every single day for taking your love for granted.

“I still can’t believe it,” James muttered bitterly, crossing his arms. “I’m a fucking idiot.” He missed the way you worried about him, how you always were there for him, seeking his love, his arms, begging for his attention. He wanted to be him, the one who got to see your warm smile, the one who made you happy. 

He had it and he blew it, in the worst way possible.

In the end, he realized he didn’t even like Lily that much.

“Let’s go, Moony and Wormtail are waiting for us,” Sirius spoke, diverting his gaze from the happy couple. 

He felt troubled, on one hand, he tried to sympathize with his best friend, who was in love with a girl he let go so stupidly, on the other, he tried to be happy for his little brother, who deserve love after all he had been through back at home. He agreed with James, he was a full-time idiot for using you like that, and he was now paying the consequences.

“All I want is for her to be happy.” James sighed, looking at how Regulus grabbed your hand, kissing your glove and then your lips. You looked so in love, did you ever look at him that way?

“I love you,” Regulus said against your lips, kissing them repeatedly. 

“I love you, darling.” You replied, returning every kiss.

This really felt like your first love over again, and this time, it felt eternal.

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[fuckmymunson]

🔮 𝐅𝐚𝐭𝐚 𝐯𝐢𝐚𝐦 𝐢𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭: Send me a character + a kink, and I'll write a drabble about it!

Remus & squirting 😀

oeoqeiljsuqjdnqkzlxoqpq— I'm— eugh— 😵‍💫🤲🏻♡♡♡, thank you for the ask!

18+, smut, cheating, Remus being a softdom ♡

"What the hell is your problem?" You asked, locking the door of the empty classroom behind you. Remus leaned on a desk, titling his head with a curious look on his amber eyes.

"Explain?" He simply answered.

"Wha—, I mean why the fuck did you said that to him?" You hated when he acted this smug, but it was lowkey hot.

"Because it's the truth." Crossing his arms, he walked closer, making you step back, until your back was flat against the door. "He can't make you cum, at least not like I can."

"Are you jealous?" You asked, and the silence that followed your question was your indubitable answer. "Oh my god, you are jealous."

"What if I am?" He finally spoke, caging you against the wall, one hand on top of you head, the other on your hip. "What if I want to be the one holding your hand and kissing you in front of everyone?"

"Remus." You sighed, cupping his cheek. "I know, I know, but I—"

"Break up with him."

The determination and adoration in his eyes were breathtaking. He was breathtaking. You stood there, in silence, gaze fixated in his freckles face, your thumb traced the scars in his cheek, goddess, he was so handsome. He was yours.

"Fine." You said, after what felt like a million years. "I'll break up with him."

Remus smirked, and leaned down to kiss you. The kiss was soft, but he still took control of it and pinned your hands in top of your head, gently as he always did.

"Can't you wait until we are in your dorm?" You asked, giggling when he started tracing patterns on the skin below your skirt with his free hand.

"I want you now." It wasn't a statement, or a request, it was an order.

Picking you up, Remus placed you on top of the desk, opening your legs and flipping up your skirt, tracing your sweet cunt on top of the cotton fabric of your baby blue panties. He loved those, with the little bow on the middle of the elastic.

He kneeled in front of you, and you knew you were in for a treat. He started licking your clit from atop the fabric, making you squirm and forcing you to grab a fistful of his honey locks with your delicate fingers. Remus continued with the little kisses and licks until he was satisfied with the growing wet patch in your panties. Sliding them off your legs, he used his thumbs to spread your slick pussy and dive in, swirling his tongue in and out, devouring you in every single lick.

You moaned, not loudly enough but the sound itself made him groan against your aching core. He slid two fingers, curling them as he attached his lips to your puffy clit, giving the little bud all the attention it needed.

"F—Fuck, Remus, stop." You whined, he just giggled and added a third finger, stretching you out a bit more, at goddess did it burned so good.

You were about to cum, he knew it, Remus knew your body better than anyone. But, this time was different. Perhaps it was the way he was curling his fingers, pressing them mercilessly against that spongy spot or the way he delivered bit your clit not so gently, making you jolt and cry.

Whatever he was doing this time, it was working, because you felt the knot in your stomach tighter than ever, it was exhausting, and you felt your whole body shaking at his ministrations. The gushing sounds of your dripping pussy, your moans and weak whines of his name and how he occasionally groaned at the taste of your sweet pussy were too much.

"Remmy." You moaned, trying to warn him of what was about to happen. "It feels w—weird, please, I—"

"Let go, princess, let me make you feel good." And with that, you squirted in his face and fingers. You almost yelled, closing your eyes and panting heavily.

Blinking a few times to push away the dizziness, you lowered your gaze, where Remus was smiling proudly and literally had heart-shaped eyes. His lower face was glistening with his spit and your release, making your heart fluttering.

"Good girl." He praised giving your clit a small kiss, helping you with your underwear and rubbing your thighs waiting for you to catch your breath. "Love you."

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[fuckmymunson]

🔮 remus + outdoor sex ?

Thank you for the request! I swear this had me...😵‍💫, 18+!

🏛𝐉𝐨𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧!🫖

You hiss in discomfort as the cold brick wall of the alley collides with your bare back, perhaps the backless satin dress was a bad idea after all. “Fuck, Remus be careful—”

“Shut up." He smirks against your neck, placing wet kisses all over it. “You love it.” He was right, you absolutely adore it when he manhandles you.

His hands roll the hem of your dress, exposing your lacy underwear to the world. Wasting no time, he janks the item off, quick to pump two fingers inside you with comical ease. “Look at you, dripping for me.”

Your hands struggle with his belt, and Remus chuckles at how desperate you look. “Hurry up, sweetheart, we don’t have all night.” He groans in delight when you release his hard cock, pumping it hurriedly with one hand.

The size of this man.

“Hurry, please.” You beg, brushing your thumb at the swollen tip, smearing the sticky pre-cum around. “Remus, please just fuck me.”

“Jump.” He briefly instructs, and you do, giggling as his arms hook under your thighs, and his cock slides between your folds, teasing your clit. “Good girl, ready for me?” You nod with a pout. “You have to be quiet, okay? We don’t want everyone inside the bar to know how much of a slut you are.”

“Shut up, as if you—” Your words melt into a moan of pure bliss, at the burning stretch on your aching cunt. “I swear to God—Shit.” He keeps going and with every inch, you feel the air being punched out of your lungs. “Can’t with how b—big you are.”

“Shhh.” He coos at you, rolling his eyes at the wet clenching around his hard length. “There you go, see?” He kisses your jaw, spellbound by the addictive grip of your sweet pussy. “I’ll make it fit every time I want.” He pulls out just to slam his cock inside you without mercy. "I'll stretch this tight pretty pussy every day if I need to."

The muffled music inside the building, the loud engines of the cars on the street, the voices and laughs of people around you, above you, in the city, the permanent reminder of where you are. Someone could easily walk past this exact alley, to have a smoke, park, or even take a pee and they’ll find you struggling to keep your voice down as your boyfriend fucks you in the open.

You didn't mean to, but the simple thought of it, makes you moan and roll your hips involuntarily, making Remus growl in pleasure.

“I know what you’re thinking.” He whispers hotly in your ear. “What if someone sees us, eh?” With every snap of his hips, he’s hitting that spot inside you. “All they’ll see is a whore being fucked silly in an alley.”

Biting your lip, you nod. “Oh, am I right?” You nod again. “Fuck— You’ll be the death of me, I swear.” Remus presses his forehead against yours as he impales you with his cock. “So pretty.”

Just in time, you hear your friends yelling inside the bar, covering your loud moan as you cum around him, the wet gushing of your dripping cunt being borderline obscene. Remus curses loudly at the feeling and continues his thrusts, cumming inside you and groaning at the sensation of your velvety walls milking him dry.

“Let’s go home, please.” You look at him with pleading doe eyes.

“Let me call a cab.” Remus replies, zipping his pants up and placing the belt over his shoulder, kneeling to pick up your underwear and tucking it inside his pockets. “So I can finger you in the backseat.”

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[fuckmymunson]

🔮 Prof remus + size

Also congratulations <333

OOOF, this request had me-, going feral... Tysm Aarshi! I love u <3.

18+, Professor!Remus x Student!Reader, established relationship. DNI if uncomfortable.

🏛𝐉𝐨𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧!🫖

The black vinyl rotated unbothered on his old record player, the catchy tune of a 70s song flooding your ears. Swinging your feet in the air, you smiled when the door opened and Professor Remus walked into his office.

“Hey.” You waved at him, enjoying the surprised grin on his face.

“What are you doing here, bunny?” He walked closer, placing his textbooks next to you and towering in front of you.

The sight of his height never ceased to amaze you.

This man was huge.

Not only was he one of the tallest people you had ever met before, everything about him was… big. You weren’t exactly that short, but next to him? Everything looked a couple of sizes smaller. His hands dwarfed your hips, and the way he cooed at you only made you melt in your spot.

“You didn't answer my question, bunny.” Remus noticed how your behavior changed every time he was this close to you. As if he drowned your common sense and all you could think of was him.

Which was true, if we are being truly honest.

“You know why.” The way he made you squirm just by a simple touch was amazing. His long fingers drummed your thighs and slid your uniform skirt slowly, while his free hand worked a locking and silencing spell to the door.

“Oh, sweetheart.” Remus gasped, pleased. In between your legs, he found the absence of underwear and a satisfying slick that covered your inner thighs. “All this for me?” You nodded, biting your pretty lips. “Usually, you know it is against your rules to touch yourself without permission… But since you behaved so well this week, perhaps I can let you go this time.”

“Thank you, Sir.” Making him proud was your absolute goal, and good girls got rewarded.

His large hands opened your legs slowly, savouring the moment. Sliding one finger across your folds, Remus hummed in delight at the prominent wetness that pooled in your aching cunt.

“Want me to use my fingers too?” He asked, your well-being being his priority.

You shook your head, looking at him with lovely, doe eyes. “No, Sir. I want you, your cock, please.”

“So polite.” Professor Remus cooed at you, how could he deny such a wonderful request? “I’ll give you what you want, bunny, you’re such a good girl.”

Soon, he was gradually sliding his long, veiny cock inside you, gently, knowing it could be too much for you if he forced it. He kept going, inch by inch, until you could swear he was hitting your stomach. Remus groaned in raw pleasure when he reached the tilt, pressing his thumb in the clear bulge in your lower abdomen.

“Look at that, you know what that is, princess?” His thrusts were slow, and careful, enjoying every grip of your tight little pussy, lost in the feeling of your warm greedy walls clenching around his hard cock.

“Hmm.” You barely managed to get out, the dizziness of pleasure and being full of him overwhelming your head. “Y—Your cock, Sir.”

Remus was unable to look away from the arousing scene, how your body struggled to fit him whole, how your thighs quivered on top of his desk, how your pretty face was all flustered and a light string of drool ran down your open mouth.

“So pretty when you’re full of my cock, bunny.” He spoke softly, speeding up his movements, abusing your poor tight pussy. The bulge became more prominent, making him moan in delight. “So pretty to see your Professor’s big cock stretching you and using you.”

“Yes, y—yes, Sir.” You mumbled, moaning loudly.

Good girls had huge rewards.

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[fuckmymunson]

I just read your Sirius x Reader Ciggerete fic and why am I now lowkey curious what the 10x worse would be-

★ CW: 18+, dumbification, daddy kink, dom/sub dynamic, oral sex (m), overstimulation, cigarette and cum play. | Minors DNI

★ a/n: very nice question indeed... I tried my best! I haven't been feeling good these days, hope is okay!

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The dark-haired man on top of you moaned, tugging your hair until the tip of his hard cock was hitting the back of your throat. “C’mon.” He spoke, with a hoarse voice, biting his lips rapt in pleasure, his ringed hand slapping the hollow of your cheeks, wet with tears and saliva. “You’re such a slut you’re enjoying your punishment.” Agreeing with him, you hummed, sending vibrations all over his length, making him pant. “Fuck.”

With a heavy moan, Sirius pulled you away from him by a hard tug in the makeshift ponytail he did. “Open up, pup.” He told you, and you were wise not to budge. Opening your pretty, wet mouth for him, sticking out your pink tongue, Sirius pumped himself a few times before white sticky, squirts of his cum bathed your face, the majority of it pooling in your tongue. “Don’t swallow.”

Placing your hands over your naked thighs, trying to ignore the miserable wetness between your legs, Sirius groaned at the sight. “So pretty…” Removing the cigarette from his lips, he leaned down almost gently, tapping it over your tongue, so the grey ashes and little crumbs fell on the pile of cum on your tongue, and then he spat over the mixture. “Swallow.” And you did, shivering at the taste, he hovered over you, pushing you over the bed.

Soon, your body was covered in bruises, bites and hickeys, and Sirius, who was far from happy, drew with permanent black marker all over your shivering body that he had acquired from Godric knows where. His precise calligraphy and elegant hand wrote all kinds of obediences on you.

Sirius’ cumdump. Daddy’s slut. S.O.B. Whore. Cum here. Hearts over your swollen nipples. His signature. Fuck me. Breed me. Use me. 

Then, he was pounding harshly from behind you, one hand pressed over your face, sinking your cheek against the crimson duvet and the other on your hips. His thrusts were merciless, and you lost count of how many times you had cum. Your body started to give up, letting him do as he pleased. 

Mumbling incoherences, Sirius laughed at the way you were lost in pleasure, he loved to fuck you silly, and overstimulating you was one of his favourite punishments. Pushing you over the limit over and over, until a particular hard snap of his hips made you yell his name, asking him to stop, another wave of ecstasy hitting your body like a tsunami.

He leaned down, his hot breath ghosting over your ear. “Do you need to use your safe word?” He asked, kissing the shell of your ear.

“N-no.” You miraculously managed to say. 

“Then shut the fuck up and take my cock like the slut I know you are.” The quick change of attitude made you moan, weakly agreeing with him. You came again after a couple more thrusts, while his hand abused your clit again. 

After the third time he came inside you, your body was already exhausted, Sirius bottomed out when he pulled out, but quickly regained composure, satisfied with the weak mewl you delivered when he inserted the pink plug he loved to see, stretching your maltreated pussy. His hand ghosted over your tummy, caressing the sweaty skin. 

“Let’s not waste a single drop, bunny.” He purred, swirling his tongue over your reddened nipple. “Can you move?” He asked, brushing some hairs out of your tired, beautiful face, to which you nodded weakly. 

Sliding one of his old t-shirts over your head, covering your quivering form, he kissed your nose. “Bad girls don’t deserve to sleep with daddy.” He said, with an evil look, Sirius helped you to get down, next to his side of the bed, on the floor, kissing you goodnight and handing you a blanket.

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Sorry for any mistakes! English is not my first language. I appreciate any feedback!˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

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