marauder's era roleplay

Study Hard {Sirius Black x Reader *SMUT*}

I think this is the third time I posted this. It keeps on getting deleted for some reason so i’m sorry if it’s popping in and out of your dashboard. 


Nat Meg.

Request: Can you make a young Sirius x reader smut? Like he wants some attention and that’s what he gets

WARNING: sexual themes, rough

@iwillpoundyoumikey @all-the-hp-love


Time had passed by quite fast and (Y/n) have been unaware of this. She had been studying for hours upon hours, her mind completely immersed in every lesson and chapter. She was normally not this studious and would rather read other books, preferably something intriguing and not the names of every plant that could heal a doxy’s bite if it weren’t for her N.E.W.T.S.

(Y/n) took a deep breath and was about to flip to the next page when she heard loud voices coming from the doorway.

“Got it from a muggle store! I told them I wanted one of those black dragonskin jackets and no questions asked and voila, they gave it to me!” Sirius bragged loudly to his housemates who were all awed. He straightened his brand new leather jacket and ran his fingers through his hair, making the ladies squeal, but he had one girl in mind.

He approached you from behind the couch where you sat, resting his chin on your shoulder before giving you a quick kiss on the cheek.

“Hello, love. Haven’t seen you all day,” he smiled, “What’re you reading?”

“Healing herbs,” (Y/n) replied.

Sirius immediately picked up the humorless tone in your voice and so he brushed the back of his fingers on your cheek, gently turning your face to meet his eyes.

“But you’ve been studying all the day. I missed you.” He tucked your hair affectionately behind your ear.

“I know, sweetheart. I just need to study for the exams.”

Sirius tilted his head, something that made your heart melt and swell.

“Maybe you should read someplace else, mm? So you could um…concentrate better?” His voice lowered, thick with lust but (Y/n) did not notice.

The common room was now full of other students, loudly chattering, so it was no longer a quiet place to study. Maybe Sirius has a point. Oblivious to his intentions, (Y/n) smiled and nodded.

A different scenery might just help a lot and to be with Sirius would certainly help her study better since he was great in almost every class. She closed her book while Sirius followed her from behind, eyeing her short skirt as she climbs up the stairs to their dormitory.

He closed the door gently, locking it with a spell. (Y/n) sat down on one of the beds and opened her book to where she left off but Sirius had a different idea in mind.

He transformed himself into his animagus form, a large black dog with his neck tie as a red collar, before walking up to the bed where you sat. He sniffed your socks and began to tickle your toes with his nose.

“Sirius! Tsk, no!” You pulled away, tucking your legs to your chest. “I’m not in the mood.”

The dog whined and hopped onto the bed, continuously sniffing you and licking your hands but seeing as you were definitely not giving up easily, he took the book from you and dashed under the bed.

“Sirius! Get back here! I am not playing games!”

This only made him happier so he wagged his tail and ran around the room while you chased him. It went for a few minutes with you casting spells and charms to make him stop but he was quicker. After a few hexes, however, you managed to knock him out. He slowly transformed back into his human form, his back against the wall with your book between his teeth.

You took it from him and he smirked once more, “Still gonna study, love?”

With a shake of your head, you replied to him and gave a sigh, “I believe not. I won’t be able to pay attention anymore.”

“Then have it on me.”

He kissed you deeply and pulled you against his chest, his hands on your waist. You kissed him back with the equal amount of adoration and pure lust, tasting him, feeling him. His tongue began to lick your lips and even felt brave enough to slide inside your mouth, coaxing your tongue to come out and play. You moaned softly against his hardening length before whispering close to his ear.

“Was this your plan all along? To distract me?” You teased, “ Because if it is…”

You wrapped your hand around his neck tie, pulling him close before licking a long stripe from his jaw to the shell of his ear.

“You’ve been a very bad dog.”

Sirius was beyond aroused. His cock stiffened and he could not contain it any longer. He needed attention and you were going to give it to him whether you liked it or not. He did not need anymore teasing. He wanted the main event, the highlight, the damn fucking main dish.

He swiftly removed his jacket and shirt, revealing his toned chest before ripping away your blouse, leaving it as a torn piece of fabric lying on the floor. You immediately jumped and he caught you by the thighs, continuing his hot kisses on your throat. He nipped your skin softly, leaving you moaning and grinding against his hard on.

“Mm, I feel you, love. So sweet.”

He skillfully unhooked your bra and had you pressed against the wall, his mouth now trailing down from your collarbone to the top of your breasts. He began to suck on your skin, marking you as his own, leaving hickeys behind. They would surely stay for days just like last time but at this point, you were sure that everybody knows who they belong to. He gave you a quick peck and moved to your nipples, sucking it into his mouth. He flicked it with his tongue while his other hand groped your other breast, making you moan louder.

“A-Ah, Sirius…T-That feels…good,”

“Come on, sweetheart. Onto the bed,“

He commanded. You headed towards the nearest bed and laid down, sprawled out on the sheets with heaving breaths. Sirius crawled on top of you slowly like a hungry predator approaching its prey, his eyes staring back at you. It sent shivers down your spine to see him so primal and wild but it also excited you as you have never seen him like this before. He hovered above you and tugged your skirt down, removing it completely. His eyes landed on your panties and the wet spot that had now formed on the cloth.

“Is that for me, darling?”

“Yes, Sirius.”

“Mm, love it when you say my name,” He knelt down between your legs and spread them apart. “I would love it more if you screamed it.”

He quickly removed your panties and dove into your womanhood, tasting the juices that trickled down. Your hand automatically went to his hair, grabbing a fistful. His fingers moved to your opening, his thumb pressing into your clit in such a way that made you writhe beneath his merciless tongue and fingers.

“Oh, Sirius! Mm…”

He licked up and down slowly, making sure you enjoy every second he dragged his tongue across your folds. You were already soaking by the time he stuck two of his fingers inside you, you gripping the sheets hard. He kept his pace quick and fast, allowing them to slide in and out of you easily until you were nearing your climax. That’s when he had to stop and kiss your lips to taste you once more.

“Please don’t tease me anymore. I want you so bad.”

You did not need to say it again. Sirius removed his pants and boxers and pumped his thick cock in front of you. You couldn’t help but admire the way he bit his lip as he pleasured himself before slicking your folds with his pre-cum. He gently pushed in, savoring every inch that entered your tight cavern, moaning so quietly until he bottomed out. He pulled all the way and thrusted back once more, creating a slow rhythm that had you wrapping your legs around his waist.

“Ugh, so tight, m’ dear! Feels so fucking good. And it’s all for me.”

He growled. He rested his elbows on the mattress and started increasing his speed. He thrusted hard and fast, driven to feel the need to you make come. You were his princess, his queen, and his goddess and deserved nothing but the best. The bed began to squeak and scratch the floor, no doubt leaving behind marks. He was slamming himself inside you and could not care less of the damage the two of you caused in the room. You were entrapped in this moment of intense pleasure and passion the man you loved.

After a few more minutes, Sirius pulled out and carried you to the top of the bed where you were close to the wall.

“Come on, baby. I want you on your hands and knees,”

You sat up and positioned yourself before him, your arse in front of him.

“So nice for me, love. That’s a good girl.”

He slid back inside you and continued thrusting, his pace quicker than ever. He soon began to hit your g-spot and it was at this moment, you were already moaning and screaming. Your insides were clenching onto him tight as you were pushed near your climax.

“Ahh! S-Sirius! Oh my God,” you screamed, “A-Ah! I’m so close!”

“Oh, love. Yes! Do it for me, baby. Come for me. Doing so well!”

He gave your arse a loud smack before draining thick spurts of his cum inside you while you released as well. It was the best climax you’ve ever had and even though you were not his first, Sirius admitted that no one had ever made him cum that much. He panted heavily as though he ran for miles before pulling out and lying beside you.

“That was…amazing,” He smiled, pulling a blanket and covering the two of you.

“Mm, I enjoyed it.” You replied, giggling. You scooted close to him and rested your head on his chest, your fingers tracing circles on his skin. He yawned wide and kissed your forehead softly.

“I promise you we’ll study tomorrow. No more distractions.”

The two of you soon fell fast asleep, all safe and sound.

“Blimey, Padfoot, you could’ve at least had the decency to clean up. All your clothes are on my bed,” James scolded.

“And my lamp’s broken! Even the drawers are a mess!”  Peter complained.

“Trust me, boys, both of you have the least damage,” Remus sighed and wiped his face with his hand frustratedly. “At least you don’t have scratches on your walls and floors.”

“What can I say? We study hard,” Sirius replied with a grin.

That’s Not Fair [Sirius Black – Marauders Era]

[Requested] When James and Sirius pull pranks, it’s usually at the expense of others. Y/N L/N just so happens to get caught in the crossfire of one of their latest gags.
♥ A/N ♥
I love this idea, not going to lie. I hope I did it justice! Oh, and I also went ahead and made it a Sirius x Reader because I couldn’t help myself. Hope that was alright with you, darling! And thank you so much; you’re too sweet! As a side note, I’m sorry for being so inactive. I’ve had a really rough time lately, and I don’t have anyone to talk to so that makes it twice as hard. I hope you all can understand, but I promise to get better at updating! In the meantime, enjoy xx :)

Originally posted by michinio

19. “I’d rather kiss Fluffy than do this.”

Merlin knew that they usually condemned lowly Slytherins to their gags and hexes, or took it to a whole other level of sheer idiocy by pranking people in the Great Hall and Gryffindor common-room. There was even the occasional prank in the Slytherin common-room, but today, James and Sirius had decided the proper setting would be the potions lab.

Slughorn was up at the front, yammering on and on about the side-effects of taking Draught of the Living Death, when it happened. You were minding your own business, writing down notes and pondering the proper brewing technique to use with your cauldron that day, while simultaneously adding ingredients and stirring, when you felt a tickling sensation in your lower abdomen. You couldn’t help the burst of laughter that escaped you, and you clutched at your stomach in an attempt to contain yourself. It didn’t work.

Your partner—a Slytherin girl with a pug-nose and permanent scowl—gave you a nasty look, but you still laughed. You laughed, and laughed, and laughed—and the sensation felt like it wasn’t ending anytime soon. Was it meant to? Everything on your body was twisting and turning, and it was like a feather was tickling you at every area you felt the slightest bit of sensitivity at! Thus, who could not help but to laugh?

Before you could stop it, you were keeling forward and knocking over your cauldron. The potion spilled across your table and onto your partner’s robes, leading to her shrieking and flailing about. Apparently, Slughorn forgot to mention that the potion burned when making contact with human flesh.

Professor Slughorn abruptly stopped talking, and his eyes widened in shock when he caught glimpse of you laughing yourself to an early grave and your partner screaming and crying at the pain. He gasped. Then, he caught glimpse of Sirius and James shaking and cackling at their booth, one holding a wand while another was crying tears of laughter and slapping the table. There was no thought necessary to see what had just occurred, and the poor Parkinson girl deserved some sort of retribution.

“Y/N L/N! Sirius Black! James Potter!”

James’s wand was suddenly put back in his pocket and you stopped feeling so ticklish. Your peals of laughter were quickly ended, and you looked like a deer in headlights as you glanced around at the scene. Bloody hell.

Sirius smiled innocently at Professor Slughorn. “Professor!” he greeted, giving the jolly man a hearty salute.

Slughorn furrowed his brow, looking a bit perplexed by the situation. James and Sirius obviously had a hand in this, of course; why else were they laughing and fooling around with their wands? Then there was Parkinson, who was a definite victim, covered in burn marks from carpels to elbow. You were a bright student, but Slughorn had noticed you glancing at Sirius from time-to-time and giggling along with the others whenever the two mischievous Gryffindors played some prank or another. Sirius must have gotten you to mess with the poor Slytherin and cover her in burns and boils!

“Fifty points from Gryffindor! And detention, all three of you,” Slughorn said firmly. At the front of the room, Snape bore a pleased look on his face while Lily’s lips were pursed and her eyes were narrowed. “Tonight at 8 o’clock sharp; I expect you in this room five minutes earlier than that. You’ll be cleaning supplies, trophies, and cauldrons—”

“That is so unfair!” you burst out, unable to believe the shite you were hearing. You glared at Slughorn with all your might. “I didn’t do a single thing!”

Slughorn ignored you and turned to that Parkinson bitch, giving her a soft smile. “Mr. Avery, please escort Ms. Parkinson to the Hospital Wing.”

Avery smiled darkly at you and the two Marauders, then beamed at Slughorn. “Certainly, Professor,” he said, and did as told. Teacher’s pet, you thought bitterly. You sneered at Parkinson before Avery had helped her from her seat, not giving a damn that Slughorn seen the entire thing. You were already pissed at Slughorn, Sirius, James, and Parkinson.

And you already had detention with three of the four. Whooptie-fucking-doo.


To ascertain Professor Slughorn’s face turning a shade of purple, you walked in fifteen minutes later than you were meant to. You were even stripped of your robes and wand, instead bearing a deadly scowl and crossed arms.

Slughorn met your gaze the moment you walked through the door. He eyed your figure from head-to-toe, face even more displeased than you anticipated. He glared at you. “So nice of you to join us, Ms. L/N,” he said. You were honestly a bit surprised to see James and Sirius already sitting at the lab tables. They were looking at you a bit apprehensively, and you appreciated the gesture of fear.

“I don’t deserve to be here,” you said simply. “I don’t even know why I bothered to show up.” You cut your heated gaze over to James and Sirius.

Professor Slughorn cleared his throat at the hostility in your voice, but decided to ignore it. “Very well, then,” he muttered. “The cabinets and cauldrons are charmed so that simple wand magic won’t work as cleaning units. That being said, you’ll need to hand-clean everything. I’ll be back in two hours, and if everything isn’t cleaned to my liking, then expect to stay here an extra hour or two. Understand?” The three of you muttered your affirmations. Slughorn looked suspicious, but held back from voicing any comments. “Alright, then.”

When the door was slammed shut behind the waddling man, you let loose the groan you’d been holding in since you first received the detention. “I’d rather kiss Fluffy than do this,” you growled. If you didn’t find Sirius Black so bloody attractive, you would have punched him in the face by now. Instead, you opted to storm over to where James was propped up against a table and kick him in the shin.

“Merlin’s sodding left nut, Y/N!” James yowled, holding the afflicted area with a pain-stricken expression painted on his face. “You kick like a bloody man!”

“Good,” you said. You glanced at Sirius—a horrible mistake on your pair—and had to instantly look away to avoid the butterflies in your stomach. Damn him! Damn his black hair, gray eyes, Adonis-like jaw, and muscular arms! Damn him to Hell! “Now, if you excuse me—” Without sparing the two another glance, you marched over to the supplies cabinet. Grabbing a wet-rag, you set about on cleaning a cauldron.

James, after some time of caressing his lower leg, made his way over. Sirius—the bloody dog—followed his partner in crime, his walk more like a swagger. It made you want to retch.

For the first twenty minutes, you ignored the boys and cleaned your chosen selection of cauldrons. They were whispering to one-another, paying more attention to their ridiculous jokes and gags than their work. If you’d had your wand, you would have used it to hex the bastards, if only to make them do as told and not leave everything up to you.

Sirius gave a loud snigger, and you turned to look at him. He had his wand out and was pointing it at a cauldron. With a quick swish-and-flick, as well as the murmur of a cleaning spell, the cauldron was spotless. James gave a gasp, and you felt yourself stiffen in surprise.

“Slughorn was trying to trick us!” Sirius said. His smirk was wide enough to tear his jaw in two.

You were impressed. “They can detect magic when it’s used on inanimate objects,” you told him. Your cheeks involuntarily heated when he turned to look at you; Merlin knew what other girls felt when his smoldering eyes met their gazes. You hoped you were better at hiding how flustered you truly felt. “Slughorn was probably trying to test us.”

“Slughorn’s not that smart,” Sirius said disbelievingly. “I’m surprised he had enough of a brain to make up some way to have us hand-clean his shite.”

You rolled your eyes and glared at him. “We wouldn’t be in this mess if the two of you didn’t hex me with a tickling charm!”

“It’s not a hex unless it hurts,” he said, voice a bit too patronizing for your liking. “It was just a charm. How was I supposed to know you were going to knock your potion onto Parkinson?”

“Ugh! You Marauders never bloody think!” You threw your hands up in exasperation. James was watching the two of you in fascination, looking like a Muggle boy at the cinema. “I could have been the one covered in boils and burn marks!”

“I’m sorry, alright? Is that what you want to hear?” Sirius asked mockingly. “But you have to admit—Parkinson’s shriek was fucking comical. Greatest gag of the century, that was!” He and James reached to one another, meeting in a high-five.

You grabbed the cauldron you were just cleaning and flung it at Sirius. You didn’t have any reason to do it, nor a grievance that made sense of your fury, but you felt it necessary to unleash your annoyance on him. You weren’t even that annoyed, honestly. Did that make you regret your actions? Not in the slightest.

Sirius briefly howled in pain, then cursed his mother’s name, father’s name, cousin’s name, and brother’s name. The cauldron had hit him right on the forehead, causing him to drop his wand and a fast-growing knot to appear in the middle of his brow. He was rubbing at the area and muttering curse after curse.

“Bloody fucking hell,” he growled and gave you the side-eye. “What was that for?!”

If you were smart, then the appropriate response would have been to lift your chin proudly and not talk at all. However, you weren’t a very smart girl—at least when it came to attractive Gryffindor boys. “For constantly looking at me like you do! Like I’m just some sodding Gryffindor girl you want to shag!”

“What if I want to do more than shag you?” Sirius shouted back. James was looking between you two with wide eyes, probably wondering if the same thing could ever occur with him and his Lily-flower. “What if I want to make all the blokes know you’re mine? Hang my arm around your shoulder and kiss you whenever I bloody well please?!”

You marched forward and poked him right in the chest. “Then why don’t you?” you snapped at him. Before you had the chance to spring on him another challenge, he was fisting your hair and meeting your lips in a passionate kiss.

James whistled in the background. “Go, Padfoot!” he said encouragingly, as if to compensate for his lack of a girlfriend. “Didn’t know you had it in you!” Well, he did—but anything to further encourage his mate for a committed relationship!

You flipped your middle-finger up at James. Smugly and with great pleasure, your arms slithered around Sirius’s neck and your lips parted wide for Sirius to gain entrance. Merlin, you never expected for an undeserving detention to result in this.

Let’s just say that Professor Slughorn was very displeased to find a certain Potter boy missing from the scene and you and Sirius making out against the supplies cabinet. The two of you received a week’s load of detentions, but it was fucking worth it.

Under the Works [Remus Lupin - Marauders Era]

[Requested] When Y/N wants to join the Order of the Phoenix, Remus becomes a ball of overprotective anxiety. In the aftermath of a successful task, Remus’s worry comes to a head.  
♥ A/N ♥
I know I’ve been slacking lately, but now I’m back and I’m trying my best to get through all my requests by the time school starts back. Tomorrow’s orientation, so I might turn in earlier than usual… because I really want my schedule. Putting that aside, I hope you all enjoy this! Have a lovely day!
Swearing, Angst, Fluff

Originally posted by nellaey

4. “Your smile could make Voldemort blush.”

Ever since Dumbledore had involved the troublesome Marauders of the Order of the Phoenix, it’s all they ever thought about. Remus knew that due to his “furry little problem” there would be a difficulty in finding a steady career, but with the Order, he’d be able to find a purpose without anyone needing to know of his condition. James, Sirius, and Lily wanted to join just for the sake of defeating Voldemort—but Remus, he thought of the possibility of being somewhere where he felt he belonged, along with his thoughts of being in a world without Voldemort. And Peter, well… the boy would follow James and Sirius bloody anywhere.

The only thing that could make the idea even the slightest bit fluctuating, or unappealing, was how Y/N L/N wanted to join along with him.

“Please, Remus,” she had said to him. “See this from my perspective: my bloody boyfriend and my best mates, all putting their lives on the line. Am I meant to sit back anxiously? Am I meant to be a coward?”

Remus had wrapped his arms around her, bringing her worming form into a comforting hug. His face was creased into lines, all filled with worry and anxiety. “Y/N, I don’t want you at risk,” he told her. He’d had countless nightmares already—ones with flashes of Voldemort, green light, and Y/N’s cold, lifeless face. He hadn’t ever mentioned them to her, out of fear that she’d laugh and call him mad for thinking like that. “I couldn’t stand for you to get hurt… or to bloody die.”

She quirked a smile at him, slowly relaxing in his arms. “Doubting my ability, Lupin?”

“We all know you could kick my bloody arse with one arm tied behind your back, love,” he grumbled, and relented without a bit of struggle as she pushed her plump lips onto his.


Today was a big day for Y/N, Sirius, and James. They would be going to infiltrate the Malfoy Manor to gather information. Considering that Y/N was from a prestigious Slytherin family, it gave her the advantage of being able to navigate through the halls and to know the Malfoys and most of the other Pureblood families like the creases in her palms. This made her the most suitable witch for the job—and Sirius and James hopped on board, at Remus’s very, very kindly-put request. Mad-Eye Moody and another Auror named Kingsley Shacklebolt would be joining, to act as overseers. Bodyguards, more like it, but Remus would never say that directly to their faces.

Remus had been suffering from a stamina withdrawal after the most-recent full moon, and though he insisted and insisted on going along with the group, the three Marauding participants demanded that he stay and rest. He’d been so restless ever since they departed on the mission, and though he knew his best mates and the love of his life could handle themselves in the face of such eminent danger, it still scared the bloody hell out of him. He didn’t doubt their abilities. No, he merely wanted them to not risk their lives just because of some sodding git calling himself Voldemort. The Order was full of Aurors and Healers and respectable Ministry-workers and so on, so forth—several men and women, all with potential and all with great chances at succeeding. Why did the people most important to him have to come along and join? Why couldn’t they just stay home and out of the line-of-fire, where they’d have the best chance to live in peace?

It had been over five hours since their departure, and Remus was sitting on the couch of the Order’s headquarters, several members bustling around and acting nonchalant while the young Marauder couldn’t stop rubbing his hands together. He was prone to feeling drained and stressed, but now—those words were mere understatements. It was basically like the aftermath of two full moons quadrupled, and even then there was still an underlying bit of underestimation.

He was twenty-years-old, yet it felt like he was suffering through gray hairs, wrinkles, and the like as he anxiously awaited his lifelines’ arrivals. It was pitiful and stupid for him to worry himself into an early grave, but Merlin, he couldn’t help himself.

A series of knocks came to the entrance of the headquarters, and Remus was the first one to the door. He slammed it open, and without giving a single bloody thought to the Order’s protocol of “security questions,” he pinpointed Y/N with his burning gaze and jerked her into a hug. Y/N chuckled, shaking her head at Remus’s antics, and pressed a kiss to the side of his neck. James and Sirius just gave the two bewildered looks before awkwardly shuffling around them, to find Lily and Dumbledore and give reassurances as well as information.

Mad-Eye Moody’s thunderous voice entered their vicinity, and his formidable form came tromping forward. He glared at the two, suddenly going slack-jawed in his conversation with Shacklebolt. “Security questions,” he spat.

Remus looked tentatively at Y/N. “What did you say to me when I first asked you on a date?” he asked her.

She smiled. “I told you, ‘About time, you bloody idiot,’ and you were shocked silly. I thought you’d gone mad,” she said, giving a slight giggle at the memory. She grew sterner when Moody’s eyes drilled holes in the side of her face. “Ahem… what did you get me for my sixteenth birthday?”

“A bouquet of daisies, and a scrapbook of us as a couple,” Remus said smilingly. Y/N nodded, and leaned up on her tiptoes to give him a kiss on the mouth.

Mad-Eye muttered something about “blasted children” and stomped past them, Shacklebolt following after at a less-brisk pace. Remus and Y/N came slowly after, holding onto each other for dear life. Soon after they entered the headquarters, the door shut behind them with a loud slam.

Remus took his chances and began to skim his eyes over Y/N’s enrobed body. He was looking for the slightest bit of a flesh wound—even excess rubbish or ash. He was desperate to know if she truly was unharmed, or if she was hiding her pain just for his sake.

Y/N grabbed his cheeks and forced him to look at her. “Remus,” she said softly, biting her lip once she noticed his wild, flickering eyes. She pressed a hand through his fringe, getting the stray hairs away from his lashes and brow. “I’m fine.”

Remus’s eyes flashed. “Don’t—don’t say that, Y/N,” he told her. “Things like that… they put your life in danger. You think Lily lays peacefully on the sofa when James leaves on missions? No. He doesn’t. And neither do I.”

“Remus, I can take care of myself.”

“But what if you’re cornered? What if the only person you have to depend on is yourself?”

Taken aback, Y/N’s lips pursed. A smile slowly made its way onto her face. “You’re so cute when you’re worried,” said Y/N teasingly.

Remus’s head fell forward onto her shoulder. Y/N could feel the knots and stiffness in his back, the firm grip he had on her waist. He’s just looking out for you, Y/N thought.

“I can’t lose you,” he whispered, his bottom lip quivering.

She shook her head, pressing multiple kisses to his head. Her heart panged with realization. It hurt so very much to think of Remus’s fears and doubts—the way he became even more haunted when his best mates and girlfriend left off to do something dangerous.

“I’m a Slytherin, Remus,” she told him, trying to even out the tension between them. “We’re known to be cunning… we’re known to be snakes dressed as mice. You know that; that’s why you became interested in me in the first place. Why are you so afraid, Remus? And besides… you’re pretty invincible yourself. Your smile could make Voldemort blush.

Remus shrugged against her. “You’re so… good, Y/N. You’re too good. They could change that,” he said into her shoulder, his breathing ragged. “I don’t… I don’t want that.”

“If I can handle a werewolf in bed, I can handle the whole load of Voldemort’s army,” teased Y/N, making sure her voice was low to avoid the affronted looks of nearby Order members.

Remus snapped his head up, face automatically turning a bright red. “Y/N, bloody hell!”

They were going to be okay. Y/N knew they were going to be okay.

She’d make sure of it.

Firewhiskey | Sirius Black

pairing: sirius black x reader

requested: so many times yes

summary: basically sirius admits his feelings for you by kissing you

warnings: mention of alcohol?

“I specifically asked no one to eat my kettle corn! God, you Slytherin esque buttheads” James yelled, sitting him and his loud mouth onto the grassy floor. everyone rolled their eyes in unison.

There you all sat, all four uncivilized marauders plus you and Lily, representing the eloquent faction. The forest floor was damp and distastefully squelchy.

“Sorry, but it was delicious, I don’t know if that consoles you though” Sirius replied, throwing the last piece into his mouth with a pompous shimmy.

“You’re not sorry, but it’s fine because I drank your fire whiskey” James said, turning away and spreading himself out dramatically on Lily. Sirius immediately stood up, feigning horror.

“You horrible, disastrous, virus like imposter, stealing my one true love” Sirius yelled in anguish, you snorted and got up from your decidedly too muddy spot on the grass.

“Well, we’ve finished the other bottle of fire whiskey so I’m going to bury it because funnily enough, i don’t particularly feel like getting into trouble this weekend” you sighed, picking up the scarily empty bottle, making your way out of the tangled web of drunk people. Sirius popped up from his spot on the ground.

“I shall join you lady, not only because no one should walk alone in this dark but because I have been betrayed by those I used to call loyal brothers.” he whimpered, wiping away his fake tears with a flourish. You laughed and walked into the woods, Sirius galloping to get to your side.

“why thank you good sir!” you grinned, bumping the side of his ridiculously, annoyingly, pretentiously muscled arm. He laughed in harmony and threw his arm over your shoulder.

“so, hows life been going? has Max been treating you well” he asked, his voice lilting weirdly at the finish.

“Actually Max and I are over” you replied, fidgeting obviously with your hair. Sirius looked at you and grinned, then tried to hide it, failing utterly and miserably.

“God, what a supreme shame” he sighed, and shrugged his shoulders. You snorted and moved out from his shoulder. You turned and stood hands on hips, as authoritative and commanding as you could be.

“Why do you always do that? never approve of anyone? it’s really fucking annoying” he turned pale and attempted to throw you off with an ostentatious eye roll.

“I mean it. It’s fucking patronizing.” you carried on, pushing him back lightly, trying to get a rise out of him.

He hesitated for a second, his face blanking as if deciding something of importance. You glared at him expectantly.

“I dunno, no need for the Spanish inquisition” he replied, starting forward into the darker part of the forest.

“Sirius, stop being aloof and maybe answer the fucking question”

“Geez don’t be a drama queen”


“It doesn’t matter” he shouted turning to you and pulling your arms off him. Upon seeing your infuriating glare decided it was best to perhaps answer the question if only to ditch your stupid frown.

“Okay, but promise you won’t be weird about it?“ He asked, running his skinny fingers through his pretty dark hair. He shuffled to and fro unenthusiastically.

"Spit it out! Jesus Christ” you said, feeling the urge to repeatedly bang your head into extremely sharp wood.

“Ugh, I really don’t want to” he said, most likely wanting to do the same thing as you.

“Fine, don’t tell me! be a dick!” You shouted exasperatedly, spinning around and marching back to the coven of wasted teenagers. Sirius muttered something to himself then ran after you. He caught your hand and spun you around. He didn’t say anything for a second like he was debating something in his head. Then his eyes turned hard with conviction and suddenly his lips were on yours and his hands were snaked around you. You sank into it, your protests dying wordlessly.

He pulled away suddenly, realizing what he’d done.

“Fuck” he whispered. You barely nodded before grabbing him and pulling him back to you.

Originally posted by dearremuslupin

Honeymoon {Remus Lupin x Reader} *SMUT* *REQUESTED*

I WROTE THIS IN MY PARENTS’ OFFICE AND I THINK I SHOULD WIN A SHAMELESS AWARD. anyway, im a sucker for Remus so this was totally worth it :)))


(and yes, anon, this is for you)


Every move they made was calculated carefully as they slowly danced to the bedroom of their new home. With lips locked together and hands around each other, they undressed their clothing and left them in a messy pile on the floor. Remus had imagined his honeymoon about a dozen times with (Y/n) and so he took his time to indulge into her sweet pair of lips, not feeling the need to rush things. He wanted it to be precious and gentle. As he unlaced her wedding gown, his mouth watered at the sight of her looking so beautiful in her tiny white lingerie. It was his first time seeing her without the uniform or the dresses she would wear on their dates and he was happy to finally see it all come off. She smiled at him and placed both of her hands on his broad shoulders while he held her waist, swaying slowly under the romantic candlelights. He pressed his forehead against hers and softly whispered,

“Hello, Mrs. Lupin.”

(Y/n) chuckled at the sound of her new name and bit her lip before answering, “Hello, Mr. Lupin.”

“You look so lovely tonight, darling,” he said before pressing a kiss on her lips, feeling the excitement rise in his chest as she tugged on his neck tie, deepening the kiss. She moved her lips against him in perfect synchronization and with a gentle push, she sat down on the bed while he proceeded to unzip her lace lingerie, not taking his lips off her.

She was really sweet, almost like chocolate. Not a day passes by that he loved her less than before. He was happy to spend every second of his life with her and she felt the same for him. After finally removing her undergarments, he shrugged off his coat and gently crawled on top of her, gazing into her (e/c) eyes that captured his heart the first time he saw her in the Great Hall. He unbuckled his belt and threw his pants aside while she pressed kisses down his neck, keeping her fingers intertwined in his brown hair she adored so much. She unbuttoned his white shirt and pushed him to sit back so she could climb on his lap.

“I love you so much, Remus,” she said, kissing him once more before trailing down to his jaw, throat, and collarbone. He played with her (h/c) hair around his long finger as she left kisses along the scars on his body and the small patch of hair on his chest. His heart beat loud like a strong drum, shouting her name and her name alone. It thrilled him but he held the instinctive urge to pounce on her and did his best to be patient. She was teasing all his favorite spots dangerously and by the time she reached his boxers, he was almost panting. She sat once more on his lap and kissed him passionately, tongue tasting his lips while he guided his fingers to her bum. He squeezed her there, making her moan into the kiss, a sign that he wanted her now.

“So beautiful for me. So sweet,” he praised.

She laid back on the mattress and allowed him to get on top of her, his turn to tease her. He kissed her neck to her breasts where he left small bites but not enough to bruise. He sucked on her nipples gently while his other hand massaged her, moans leaving her mouth as he licked them.

“Remus…,” she gasped after feeling the tips of his fingers rub her moist womanhood.

He slipped a finger inside and tormented her with teases and whispers, his lips brushing against her jaw but not pressing into a kiss. (Y/n) was writhing and moaning beneath his touch. She bucked her hips to him after he added another finger, feeling her orgasm coming close.

“Come on, love. Do it for me. That’s right. Bet you taste delicious down there,” he encouraged and shortly after, she felt herself release.

Remus removed his boxers and positioned himself between her legs, his length rubbing up and down her soaking slit.

“Are you sure, darling?”

“Yes, Remus…Want you now,” (Y/n) moaned.

He smiled at her and kissed her softly before pushing inside. It was his turn to moan.

“O-Oh…yes..Mm, so nice and tight, darling.”

She felt so good and warm around his hard member. He pulled out and thrusted back in and soon enough, it became a pace. Slow and gentle were his movements, wanting to make sure she feels every inch the length he pushed inside her. Her nails dug scratches on his back, leaving behind red trails but Remus did not mind. It quite turned him on.

He continued thrusting into her until he reached the spot that made her buck her hips into him once more.

“Remus, right there! Mm…”

“Here, love? Gonna cum now…”

As they neared their orgasm, Remus pushed her knees to her chest and slightly quickened his pace. Afterwards, he released inside her and watched her smile satisfyingly as she came as well. He cleaned her up, ever the gentleman he was, and tucked her under the thick blankets to prevent her from feeling cold. He kissed her gently and waved his wand, snuffing out the candles before lying down beside (Y/n) and falling asleep.

Detention in the Divination Classroom

Warning for stereotypical 70s smoking 

Lily and Sirius have the unfortunate experience of landing a detention given out by Professor Trelawney. While other professors would have them cleaning up the classrooms or writing lines, Professor Trelawney has them “look into themselves and open their third eye”… Thank Godric she left them something to get started with.

Lily: “Besides how bad can it be”


Much Later…..

Much Much Later…..


If you would like to see the Outtakes click here —–> part 1 & part 2

Thank you again to the lovely @girlswillbeboys11 

This gifset was so much fun to make!!!!!

Not Your Girlfriend [Sirius Black – Marauders Era] [Part 10]

Sirius Black and Y/N L/N’s relationship begins to crumble when a mysterious substance temporarily wipes away Y/N’s love for Sirius.
♥ A/N ♥
Wow. I’ve had a lot of homework lately and have been trying to reacquaint myself with my New Year’s Resolution on reading a book every week, so that is why this is so overdue. You all asked for it, so here it is!  Additionally, this is where the story will start coming together and there will be a lot of angst in the upcoming parts. There will still be romance, but not as frequently. Love you all! If the storyline is not to your liking, then just message me! I love when you all respond and give me feedback :]
Swearing, Angst, Romance
@rageofcaliban @kapolisradomthoughts @saucyleftovers

Originally posted by dukecesare

SIRIUS BLACK DIDN’T REMEMEBER HOW IT HAPPENED. One minute, they were enjoying their evening out, drinking two canteens of Butterbeer and discussing how beautiful the stars looked tonight. Then suddenly, Y/N’s eyes hazed over. She was looking at him, staring straight into his soul with her impenetrable gaze, but she wasn’t really seeing him. She was there, but not completely. It was almost like her soul had been stripped from her, taking her eyes and mind along with it.

Then, she mumbled something. It was a hollow, throated sound, filled with monotonous desperation. Her gaze was now clearing and her eyelids were thickening, raising higher and higher and higher—all until she looked like a madwoman, breath falling from her mouth in uneven intervals. “Alex. Alex. Oh, Alex.”

Sirius was horrified. He had reached across the table and grabbed her hands into his, ignoring how she recoiled at his touch—ignoring how she looked genuinely repulsed at his sudden appearance in her ghostly vantage. “Y/N,” he said softly. “Who is Alex?”

Y/N snatched her hands away from him. “Oh, Alex,” she whimpered. “How could he bear to know that someone with the name Black has touched my hand, has branded me a blood-traitor? He will never ask for my hand in marriage now. Never, never, never.”

Her words sliced through his heart, and the hand that once laid across her fell limp and flat across the table. He was staring at her, but now, he was the one with a haunted stare. He couldn’t believe the words he was hearing. Y/N was never one for theatrics. She believed in being honest and basking in good-natured jokes with Sirius. To Sirius, that had made her unique from all the other birds; she was sweet to him, without having any ill intentions. His name was Black, but she saw a noble Gryffindor in place of the Slytherin brand that his family had engraved into him since birth.

Now she was talking to in a language he could barely comprehend, but heard with every broken piece of his composure.

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