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Fics:

Car s*x (first fic ever don't judge)

Academical rivals to lovers

Remus Masturbating , Version 2

Domestic s*x

Possessive needy Remus

Oral fem!reader receiving

Fluff comfort vibes

Regulus Black angst

Charlie Dalton fluff

Mini series type of thing, pt.2 , pt.3

Waterfalls

The One We Were Interrupted

Tyler Galpin my man

Inexperienced Anakin

Star Wars Series

Nerves and Stolen Kisses

Taking things into the shower

Five Hargreeves series, pt.2 , pt.3

Biker fic

Remus and shy insecure reader

Spence and birthdays

Tyler and clingy reader

Speechless Spencer

Meeting Tyler's dad

Drabbles:

F1 boyfriend

Sailing fic

Engineer boyfriend

Military boyfriend

✨️ Mastelist ✨️

Me... so me 🙏

I want Remus Lupin to rail me.

Earth shattering, mind blowing, toe curling sex that means I can’t walk for days.

That’s it, that’s the post.

Warnings: the usual, Jealous Remus™️ and Full Moon Remus™️ (aka my favorite type of Remus), I feel like I went crazy with this one, definitely better than pt.2

Also huge shout out to @some-insomniac-writes and especially one fic that I have been reading all day and night. I feel like I might have copied some parts of the story but I also feel like I kind of engraved it to my brain so 🤷 who knows?

Part 1 , Part 2

"Ready for round two?"

Well.. it hasn't been just this one round. There was also the time. I was shoved into broomclosets, fucked like it was our last time and exited said broomclisets looking as if I had dealt with a hurricane which left purple marks adorning my body like a canvas. Or the time we met at the Perfects bathroom at midnight and stayed in the water until I couldn't walk. Or all the times he sneaked into my room putting in good use not only my bed, but my shower, my desk, my mirror, pretty much all my furniture if I am being honest. Or when.... well you got the gist of it.

All this was a fun experience, but still there was a gaping hole in my heart. Sure he said he loved my laugh, the sounds I made, the way I tasted and he did stay with me every single time, taking care of me. But that didn't sooth my aching heart. The way it stung when all the girls not just flirted with him but threw themselves at him. He was mine ... wasn't he?

I dismissed all these thoughts trying to focus on Alfred, my potions partner, a Hufflepuff boy that was struggling with the lesson. He was sitting way too close to me and was trying to have some kind of physical contact with me. But that didn't affect me. He wasn't the one that with a single touch he could drive me crazy. Or just his mere presence, his scent, his body heat... Remus on the other hand, was something.

He was also watching me. His gaze digging holes on the poor boy's head. Soon all this will be over. I will go back to my room, take a nice hot shower. And that was exactly what happened. Until the clock struck 1:23, that was when a thud sounded outside the dorm and a low swearing voice. Remus, he was here.

He entered the dorm easily, picking the lock. Without missing a beat, he walked confidently towards my bed, getting atop of me and kissing me senseless. Discarding my clothes and letting them fly in every possible direction. Kissing and marking up every inch of my skin, paying special attention to my breasts. And then kissing a straight line across my collarbones

"You smell like him. His cologne is all over you." Every single one of his movements is done to precision. His hand startles me as he starts, rubbing my clit with his thumb. "You're mine. Only mine. If that bastard ever comes close to you ..." I didn't know he could be so territorial. So jealous. So ... committed.

He is teasing me now. Playing with my folds, using only one of his fingers, enough to drive me wild and over the brink of insanity, enough to hit all the right spots. Enough to delay the oncoming orgasm and make this as painful as possible.

"Who makes you feel good?"

"You"

"Scream my name, sweetheart. Let the world know who you belong to." He says as a hand comes hard down my pussy. Making a startled yelp leave my lips.

"Remus"

"What is it, love?" Says the taunting son of a bitch. "Say what I want to hear. And you will get the special treatment tonight."

"I'm yours. Only yours. Please."

"Atta girl. Now let the fun begin." With this he stands up and walks back towards the edge of the bed, whilst holding my calves, dragging me too, until only half of my ass is touching the bed. He gets down on his knees and starts kissing my thighs. That was how I found myself like this.

My body was desperately trying to get away from his mouth, a squeal ripping from my lungs as his hands kept a firm hold on my thighs. Keeping my legs spread open for him, giving him easier access to my cunt from what felt like endless hours of orgasm after orgasm. Cum after cum, Remus wetting his lips just so he could delve back in with his tongue and open mouth, lapping up as much of me as possible. He was insatiable, all low moans and growls against me. His eyes scrunched so tight that a crease was forming between his brows. Mumbling every few minutes statements of ‘right there?’ and ‘aw, poor thing.’ when I squealed and kicked in overstimulation, taunting me as usual.

“One more, dovey. One more.” He spoke into the my cunt, what was the biggest lie ever. It was always ‘one more’ with him. One more turned into two, and then after that, I’d likely pass out cold from exhaustion. But it was worth it. He was feral. Mixing Jealous Remus and Full Moon Remus could never have a good result.

“I can’t!” I sobbed out, a sharp gasp falling from my lips as he pushed his face and nose even further against me, something I didn’t believe was even possible, despite all my pathetic attempts to keep him away. His knees dug harshly into the floor to keep him steady. He was almost lifting my hips from the mattress as he ate me out like I was his last meal. Drank me in like he was a man that wandered the desert for days on end.

It was obvious from the start that Remus had a particular liking when it came to eating me out, in fact, he was often rather enthusiastic about it. If anything he begged to go down on me whenever we had sex. He was just so obsessed with how I tasted; better than any Butterbeer or chocolate no matter the price, a finer meal than anything else on earth, according to him. So when I tried to push him away, tried to make a feeble attempt to interrupt him, trying to take away his favourite thing in the world, it was no wonder he was acting like a madman.

Overstimulation wasn’t rare with Remus, in fact, it was pretty common. As he nuzzled his nose against my clit he said "There's no running from this dove you're at my mercy now."

At this point, tears are streaming down my face, and my throat feels so sore. Everything is just too much. But that doesn't make him stop. So when I cross that euphoric blurred line, he is there and he doesn't stop, claiming everything my body offers him. Next thing I know I am face down duried into a pillow and my ass is up in the air. He is already inside of me, his hand placed on my shoulder blades as it moves towards the back of my throat, keeping me immobile. Not that I would have any energy left to do anything.

He sets a relentless pace, driving out one orgasm after the other for both of us. And yet his movements never stop, it seems almost impossible. How could someone do such a thing?

Him, apparently. Because all our previous releases are coating not only my cunt and his cock but they are also ruining the sheets. He is getting sloppy now, his stamina is running thin as he pulls my hair and brings me right to his lap.

That's how tomorrow finds me. The first light of the sun illuminates the room. Finally giving Remus the perfect view. Seeing how he enters me again and again as his hips move upwards with enough force to make my tits bounce painfully, while he uses my hips as leverage moving them up and down bouncing them. My voice is long lost as I cum for the last time and we both collapse to the bed. His cock was still inside me, keeping every last drop of our releases in place.

There is no way I will be walking any time soon.

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Drabble No.1 F1 driver as your bf

OK but imagine you are dating a f1 driver, whichever you want, and they come home in a really bad mood because it was a shitty race and usually this results in two outcomes :

-> Comfort: Just a big grumpy baby that wants cuddles and kisses. Enjoying the peace and quiet in each other's arms as soothing words and sweet nothings are whispered. Nice hot shower (maybe?) to relieve all the emotional pressure and a nice dinner in bed while watching a movie <3

-> Fucking your brains out : Picture this ...

Him walking fast towards the apartment/house/whatever and letting the door slam shut. Him stalking towards you still in the racing suit, being sweaty and all. Easily picking you up and placing you in kitchen counter. Removing swiftly all your clothes and unzipping the suit letting it fall snuggly at his hips.

From then on being at his mercy. Because he has to let out all the frustration and what better way to do so than teasing his girl to the brink of insanity.

Or a more possible scenario .... Making you suck him off. Knowing that it will boost the much lowered self esteem. So you drop on your knees in front of him as he places a hand to you head, following our body. Teasing him in return. Starting by kissing the tip and licking him from the base to the tip. Slowly fitting him in your mouth and placing your hands underneath the low hanging racing suit, grabbing his ass and burying your nails there, leaving ten moonshaped marks. Moving your head even further, taking more of him in your mouth every single time. Until your nose is grazing his groin. And then letting his cock with a satisfying pop and switching to his balls. Sucking them as moans and groans leave him because he was so impossibly close and now you are purely torturing him in the best possible way.

But then when he has enough, the hand that was simply resting on your head, will grab a handful of your hair. Guiding you back to his cock, past your open lips. And setting a new pace by moving your face back and forth in a speed you could never move while fitting his cock in your mouth. His hips jerking and his ass clenching, trying to prolong the on coming orgasm but to no avail. And then he comes in your mouth, admiring your tear-stained face, as drool falls to your chin and your eyes are shining with lust, love and admiration. Officially losing himself to you.

I have been thinking for a while to start a small collection called ✨ Elena's smutty scenarios ✨... with OCs probably no names will be used only adjectives...and this have been my first inspirations... pls let me know

Ok, I implore you to write more about Remus masturbating thinking about the reader because it's just the sexiest thing ever!

There you go love, have fun!

Warnings: the usual also my bad English... enjoy

His mind was running wild all day. The full moon was driving him crazy, no more than she did though. God she had managed to rile him up with a few sentences and had left him with a throbbing cock and unable to shout back at her pride-filled face for the witty comeback she had fired at him. But she was unaware of his aching cock that practically begged her to fuck her.

He was now laying in his bed having decided to deal with that problem. Removing his pants and boxers he started teasing himself the way he knew she would do. Running his fingertip against the angry red tip of his cock barely grazing it. He started moving his hand up and down slowly fisting himself, the precum that has already leaked being enough to make his movements more pleasurable. A tight grip as tight as her pussy would be. He closed his eyes, picturing her underneath him, at his mercy, looking up at him helplessly as he would pound inside her with an animalist pace.

He would turn her around, taking her from behind, making sure his thrusts would be so hard to leave imprints on her, turning her ass red and turning her clit into an oversensitive mess from his balls slapping against her. He stilled his hand and started driving his hips into his fist trying to recreate his racing thoughts in some way. He changed the scenario in his head, making it unfold differently. Her legs resting on his shoulders as he would fuck so hard into her, making her feel the springs of the bed groaning against her back and moving her slightly with the force of his thrusts towards the top of the bed, as she would try to steady herself by grabbing the headboard. He would bury his head in her chest capturing her perky nipples as her breasts would bounce.

That's more like it, he thought. He knew that what he was doing was ever so morally wrong but it didn't seem enough, he needed more. He needed to have her fucked out in his bed, begging for more as both of their previous releases would flow out of her, his name a permanent mantra in her mouth being cried out in ecstasy or whispered like a dirty secret. He didn't care either way as long as he would be the one to make her come undone repeatedly. His body was covered in sweat now, saying her name under his breath, trying to compose some of his dignity from his friends, in case they walked in and he didn't hear them being lost in her imaginary curves and sounds. He had to be obsessed by now, only being able to think about her instead of his classes.

He was close. So close. And yet everything he did to take away the edge and pleasure himself wasn't enough anymore. He couldn't handle these filthy thoughts of her without being able to make them come true. He came in his hand staining it. He should have felt relaxed and ecstatic but he found himself wishing for more. Wishing for her to be here. He had officially lost his mind. He should mark the day that the insufferable girl he always bickered with became the only one who could give him pleasure.