I Wanna Request A Fic But What Are Your Guidelines? I Dont Want To Request Smtg That Would Upset You

I wanna request a fic but what are your guidelines? I dont want to request smtg that would upset you :(

There’s literally no boundaries with me!!! Go crazy! It’s a no-judgement place here and you’ll all always be welcome to spit your crazy (or not so crazy) thoughts into my inbox <33

Awww poor Reggie :(( I just love Siri too much <3

would u write riding best friend’s brother!sirius’s thighs??😳😳

this post is 18+, minors dni.

"Y'think he's jacking off to you in the shower?" Sirius asks, and you bite down on your tongue where you've buried your head in the juncture between his neck and his shoulder.

"Stop," You beg, hands fisted tightly in his worn out band t-shirt, some muggle noise you've heard coming from behind the typically-closed door of his room. You're balanced on his thigh as he reclines on his mattress, and he's delighting in watching you grind down on him while he's free to tease you.

"Oh, Y/N," Sirius imitates a voice that's very unflattering to his poor brother, and you feel white-hot guilt pierce your chest and warm the space between your legs. Regulus has... a crush on you. That's all it is: a puppy crush. He'll get over it, you know he will, once he wises up and gets over the inevitable 'I'm-in-love-with-my-best-friend' phase. Perhaps you'll wise up and get over the 'I'm-in-love-with-my-best-friend's-brother' phase someday, but for now you drag your cunt across Sirius's thigh, and your clit catches on the rough fabric of his jeans- another fashion choice his mother degrades him for.

"Stop- stop, please stop!" You beg, shame and guilt and lust roiling inside of you and blending to twist your stomach into knots, a fire burning just below it, "Sirius, don't make fun of him-! Please, he's- he's my friend."

"He's your best friend," Sirius snickers, "And you're in his brother's room, grinding all over my thigh. Do it again, darling, rub your pretty little pussy all over my lap. Get it nice and wet, sweetheart, leave a big wet stain- it's Reg's turn to do laundry."

Never have I read such a perfect fic. I think I’m in love with a FIC.

Remus Lupin whose sense of smell heightens around the full moon. You come to him and you’re stinking of Sirius. Obviously, he’s really jealous, especially around this time, and he’s clutching you to his side, rubbing his scent all over you, basically claiming his territory.

Lunar Possession

(Art not mine, found on Pinterest. Cred to original owner)

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Note: When I say I dropped EVERYTHING the second this came into my inbox...

Warnings: Pre-full moon remus angst, possessive-ish (?) remus

Word Count: 1.7k

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Remus Lupin was not in a good mood. He was antsy. With the full moon so close, everything put him on edge: His ears seemed to twitch at the smallest shift in the floorboards and his nose seemed to smell every person that passed his dormitory door on their way to and from the common room. It made his stomach churn, like a boat being tossed about on the sea. It made his head pound in a steady rhythm that made it hard to focus on anything else beside the tedious beat. It was followed by a tightness too; pressing harshly against his temples. 

Remus thought he should be used to it by now. He had been dealing with the effects of the full moon for practically as long as he could remember, but he would never truly get used to it. Having you and Sirius by his side always helped though. Remus wouldn’t ever dare admit it out loud, he spent far too much time trying to convince the two of you that he was dangerous and not to be trusted, but you and Sirius calmed his nerves. You made the transformation just that bit more bearable.

He would forever remember the day that you revealed your animagus form to him. Remus could hardly find the words to express how he felt. Never before in his life had he had someone care for him the way that you and Sirius did. James too. He was scared at first,  Remus didn’t know how his friends were going to react when he told them about his lycanthropy. Almost certainly he had expected you to run and to never speak to him again. But that night you did the opposite and held him close. And Remus had never felt more loved and accepted. Now, of course he was cautious at first. Angry. Scared. But slowly the three of you had talked him into realising it was a good idea: He was coming home after each transformation with fewer injuries and seemed to be managing much easier with your help. Of course, seeing the scratches and cuts appear on his friends bodies each night made him grimace and try to convince you to stop. He was supposed to protect you and, instead, he was allowing you to get hurt. But you stayed. And Remus was impossibly grateful for that. 

Remus groaned as another ache shot through his body, and he turned tugging the blanket closer to him. The moon made him feel the need to hold you close all of the time. He yearned for the smell of your shampoo and the coolness of your skin flush against his. When the moon made him get like this Remus often found himself missing class. All of the people just made his nerves sizzle. Unfortunately, your boyfriend's condition did not mean that you also got a free pass to skip class. Or Sirius for that matter. So, instead of having you close, Remus lay curled up in his bed as his bones ached, waiting antagonisingly for you to return. 

When you finally pushed the door open quietly as to stop it creaking, you were clinging onto Sirius’ arm. You arm was looped between his and you leaned your head against the crook of his shoulder. The two of you had been like that all day, he could tell. 

You and Sirius had had a busy day to say the least. Not only had potions class run over, but you also had homework that you needed to catch up on during your lunch break. Not that you actually got much done with Sirius around. Sirius was an observer. He could tell from the way you held your shoulders higher than usual and walked with heavier steps that you were stressed. So he did all he could to help you relax a little. Knowing that you were also worried about your boyfriend, he placed gentle kisses to your forehead whilst you worked, or stole them from your lips in the corridor. He wrapped an arm around you and pulled you to his chest to try and expel the tension from your body. Your boyfriend's efforts seemed to have helped because by the time the bell finally rang and the doors spilled open to reveal the flood of students, you were feeling much better. Especially because you could now fill the empty space that Remus’ absence had created. 

“Rem?” Your voice was quiet and tender, near a whisper in case he was asleep, or was finding everything too loud.

He peeked his head out from under the blanket, his hair tousled from hours of restlessness. You smiled at him brightly. It was enough for him to return it, and lift his sour mood.

“Hey, Dove.” he greeted, shuffling out of bed to greet you. He couldn’t help but eye his boyfriend who stood with his hand placed tenderly on your lower back. Remus’ fingers twitched. “Good day?”

You hummed, slipping off your shoes and making your way over him to wrap him up in your embrace. You knew it had likely been a tough day for him. “Better now you’re here.”

As you took another step closer to him and away from Sirius the tender moment between the two of you was interrupted. At first, Remus had thought it was because he was standing right next to you. That his nose was getting confused, another side effect of the moon, but now you were standing right beside him across the room from your other partner, Remus knew that he was not mistaken. You stank entirely of Sirius: warm, musky, rich, honey-like and a little earthy. It was complemented by the faint smell of cigarette smoke and leather from his jacket. Normally, the boy would savour the smell of his partner, but you smelt so much like him that it completely drowned out everything about your scent. Something possessive inside him seemed to switch on. 

Remus snatched you up immediately, pressing you so tight to his chest that you thought he was going to smother you. He couldn’t help the glare he sent to his boyfriend over the top of your head. Glowering, he pressed a kiss to your head as his fingers reached to fiddle with the hem of your jumper, trying to inch it upward.

You pulled away and frowned at him. Sirius also bore a similar expression. “Moony?”

“You smell of him.” It was a simple statement that came out almost as a growl in his voice. 

“Who?”

Remus gestured to Sirius, who had moved to sit on the edge of his bed, with a nod of his head. When he spoke, his tone was filled with something Remus did not possess often. Jealousy.  “Sirius.” 

Sirius furrowed his brows, before realisation crossed his face and he gave you a look. Remus was feeling left out. He had been feeling rotten all day and now he was being left with a constant reminder of how you and Sirius had been spending the day clinging onto each other instead of him. To make matters worse, the moon was making him possessive: he needed to state what was his. 

“Take it off.” Remus’ voice was demanding, but you could hear the need hidden deep behind it. “Please.”

You nodded, your hands slipping over him as you helped him to remove your jumper. Remus tossed it to Sirius and pulled you back to him. Although the jumper was gone, which had helped a little, he could still smell his boyfriend all over you. Understanding this from the way Remus shifted antstily, being the loving boyfriend that he is, Sirius moved to Remus’ trunk to pull out one of his jumpers for you to wear. Before he could reach it however, Remus snapped. 

“Don’t touch them.” Remus moved toward his trunk and took a sweater before a very startled Sirius could react. Siri nodded slowly, taking a step back and raising his hands in a surrendering gesture. When after seeing you slip it on, the boy released a breath he hadn’t even known he was holding. It was better, but his mind still screamed at him: mineminemine.

“You alright Moons?” Sirius asked hesitantly, unsure or not whether to approach or not. Remus was still holding you close to him, peppering you with kisses, though he seemed to be less tense now.

He hummed, twisting toward his boyfriend but still not letting you go. This time his expression held much less venom than it had before “Sorry…” He started “I don’t know what came over me.”

Sirius took his chance to move toward him. Instinctively, Moony turned you away, but instead of trying to move you as he thought Sirius would, his boyfriend placed an arm on his shoulder. “It’s alright Rem. I understand.”

Remus tucked your head beneath his chin as your hand wandered to his own to fiddle with the rings on his fingers. “Still. I guess I thought I could handle being alone today… but it was all just a bit much. And seeing her come in here smelling of you…”

“Shh” Siri hushed, smoothing Remus’ hair. “You want to lay down?”

Remus nodded. “Is that okay with you, Dove?” He asked.

“Of course.” You smiled. Taking Remus’ hand you moved over to the bed, shifting the covers out of the way so you could climb beneath them. Remus followed, tucking you close to his body once more, and then Sirius lay on the other side of Remus, resting his head on his shoulder. 

Remus relaxed into the mattress as you ran lazy circles over the palm of the hand he was using to keep you in place. He pressed his lips to your head.

“I love you.” He murmured. “I’m so glad I can call you mine.”

“And we are glad to be yours.” Siri told him. 

“Thank you for doing this. I’m sorry if I overreacted…”

“Never.” You said. “Anything for our Moony.”

Remus pulled you closer to him. You had a feeling you weren’t going to be moving anytime soon.

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Whipped. ~ S.O.B

{in which Sirius has a wet dream about you infront of James and Remus, and they know you’re completely whipped for him.}

“Mate, is he okay?” Mumbles James, nudging Remus’s foot. Remus puts his book down, eyebrows sewing into a concerned frown. They watch as you try to comfort the sleeping Sirius. However, all concern vanishes when Sirius whimpers again, he whimpers your name, this time accompanied by a rut of his thin hips. James locks his gaze with Remus’s, his eyes sparkling with entertainment. His best friend is having a wet dream on top of his lover, ABOUT his lover, right in front of his mates. They were so lucky they were the only ones in the common room.

With another whimper, well , more of a moan this time, James can’t stifle his bark of laughter. you shoot him a flaming glare which shuts him up quickly. Not for long, of course. Soon, Sirius reaches a steady pace of sleepily humping against your leg, broken “uh, uh, uh”’s signifying every thrust, just like he does in bed. “Hey, moony, padfoot can’t even keep it in his pants while he’s sleeping.” James whispers obnoxiously loudly, earning a choked laugh from Remus, who has a hand clamped over his mouth in order not to piss himself laughing. Soon, you decide you need to put an end to your boyfriend’s embarrassment. You shake his shoulder. “Hey… hey, Siri?” At the sound of your voice, sirius moans lowly, clenching his fingers into your shirt and nuzzling further down. “Mmmh… love?” He groans, voice hoarse from sleep. He moves his loose head of ebony hair and looks up at you through his dark eyelashes with heavy silver eyes and you can’t resist. A smile breaks your lips, quirking up more on one side. God, you have such a weak spot for him. Nothing, my boy. Go back to sleep.” He happily obliges, burrowing into you like a baby seeking safety. You cover the back of his head with a hand, giving him a sense of protection. At least the wet dream was over.

You look up at James and Remus. “You better not tease him about this.” You warn. Remus scoffs. “Please, mate. He’ll never forget it, I’ll give you that much.” The lycanthrope grins playfully. “And you!” James pipes up, pointing right at you dramatically. “You are completely and utterly fucking WHIPPED for Sirius goddamn Black. If I wasn’t your best mate, I’d be telling the whole school.” Remus nodded in agreement. You feel your face heat up drastically. “Shut your trap, prongs.” You mumble, before looking down at Sirius with the most lovesick expression either boy had ever seen. You really are whipped for that ‘goddamn Sirius black’.

LOVE!!!! Ur so talented sweetheart <33

Hiii love ur blog!! pls may u write Sirius black x reader where he feels super insecure bc he doesn’t feel like he deserves her, r is so sweet and so is he but he still feels like he isn’t good enough :((

maybe she tries to break up with HIM bc she feels the same way?? and he’s super upset and I begs for her to not break up w him “i know I don’t deserve u or ur love” or smth along those lines😭

im such a sucker for hurt/comfort and sad men🫠

Just heavy angst and sad Sirius then lots of fluff at the end plsss!!🩷🫶🏽🩷

hi lovie, thank you so much for the request! hope this is what you had in mind, kisses kisses

cw: angst (with comfort), negative self talk from both sides

“Hey, you.”

Sirius tilts his head to the side in response, trying to get a better look at you.

“Where’d you go just now?” your voice is gentle, just above a whisper.

“I’m right here, doll,” his eyebrows furrow.

“No, you’re somewhere far away. It’s alright, it’s just— is everything okay? You’ve been so quiet.”

He shuts down like this sometimes, withdraws, and you try so hard not to overthink it when he does. If you did, which you definitely don’t, you’d spiral down a dangerous path, overwhelmed with a nauseating wave of insecurity.

Except you do. Overthink it, that is.

Doubts often creep into your mind, whispering that you’re not enough for someone as radiant as him. And deep down, you couldn’t help but silently nod in agreement, feeling the weight of your inadequacy crushing your spirit.

When measured against Sirius’ sparkling and charismatic presence, you simply fell short.

Quite ordinary in contrast. Maybe too ordinary. Lacking the luster he so effortlessly excludes.

“No, lovely, nothing’s wrong. Just a quieter day, ‘suppose. Tell me a story?” he prompts. That you can do.

You’re sprawled out on the couch in the Gryffindor common room, his head in the crook of your neck, breathing you in.

You start telling him about your day, fingers running through his hair.

He listens, hand flattening over your hip and squeezing gently when he likes what you’ve said.

You’re so easy to be in love with, he thinks.

In his mind, you’re so painfully close to some ethereal being, a guardian angel who graced his life with unwavering goodness.

Your touch, so tender and gentle, seems almost too delicate for someone like him, burdened with such darkness and so, so many flaws.

You treat him with such tenderness as if he were the most precious boy in existence. He isn’t worthy of this, of you.

The weight of your expectations, the pressure to live up to your vision of him felt suffocating at times.

All he wants is to be enough for you. To be good, for you. Someone you deserve.

He just imagines his own demons would eventually drag you down with him, and that scares him so much he feels sick to his stomach.

He wouldn’t be able to live with himself, knowing he was the one to tarnish your bright light.

“Baby, you listening?” your voice brings him back to reality.

Sirius blinks, refocusing on the sound of your voice. “Yeah, sorry, got lost in my thoughts for a moment there,” he murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek. “Keep going, love, I’m all ears.”

He tries to push aside the nagging doubts, reminding himself that you chose him, flaws and all. But the fear of somehow failing you still lingers in the back of his mind, like a persistent shadow.

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It’s a shame your boyfriend is being so sweet to you today, because you think you’re about to break his heart.

You look down at him, feeling your heart squeezing at the sight of his head in your lap. Eyes closed, you could count his lashes. They’re like delicate feathers, beautiful. He’s beautiful.

You’re in the quiet of his dormitory, classes skipped, sheets ruffled. You trace his features with your finger, he’s soaking up in your affection.

But you need to protect your heart.

You’d rather rip the bandaid off yourself than watch him peel it off slowly, piece by piece, feeling every little sting.

“Sirius?” your voice cuts through the stillness.

“Hmm?”

“Can we talk?” your tone soft but a little too solemn for his liking.

He perks up from his favorite place in the world, eyes scanning your face in concern.

“What’s up, sweet thing?” his anxiety sends a shiver down his spine. “Why the sad face, hm?”

There’s no air left in your lungs as you lock your gaze with his.

Your thoughts shift to the morning, when you woke up with his arms and legs wrapped around you so tightly like you were his source of life. You placed a shy kiss on his forehead only to meet his eyes, and their pained expression.

Your heart, usually so giving and tender, now feels like a delicate glass sculpture, ready to shatter at the slightest touch. One more crack and it’ll break you apart completely. This morning was a pretty close call.

You don’t blame him, or hold it against him. He needs more. He deserves more. And you think he should get everything he deserves.

“I think we should end things. This, I mean,” you gesture between the two of you, struggling to get the words out.

Sirius’ heart feels like it’s been yanked out of his chest, leaving a gaping void.

He sits up abruptly, his hands trembling as he searches your face for any sign that you’re joking or that he misunderstood.

“End things?” he repeats, his voice quieter than a whisper, his eyes pleading for reassurance that he misheard you.

You can barely find it in you to give him a weak nod, tears welling up in your eyes.

You reach out to cup his face, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath your fingertips, “I’m so sorry.”

He thinks it’s almost cruel, your soothing touch amidst the worst heartbreak he’s ever felt.

His gaze drops to the bed you’re sitting on, arms crossed at his sides protectively.

“I can do better,” he mutters, and your eyebrows burrow impossibly.

“What?”

“I can be better,” he looks up, voice thick with pain. “I know I don’t deserve you. I know that. Best thing I ever had. And I know you deserve more than me. And I’m damaged and I don’t know how to— But if you give me a chance—”

“Is that what you think this is about?” your voice is unsteady.

“Well,” now it’s his turn to feel confused, “what else?”

“I thought you didn’t want me anymore,” you admit, insecurity creeping in.

“I only want you,” he replies reflexively, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “Why would you even think that? Have I done something? Did I fuck up? I fucked up, didn’t I, let me fix it. Please, baby, I can fix it,” he starts panicking again.

You can’t stand to see him like this. You feel pins and needles in your fingertips, overcomed with the desire to envelop his tender heart in a protective shield of some sort.

Tears blur your vision, his desperation palpable in every word he utters.

“No, no, hey, you didn’t do anything wrong,” your voice barely above a whisper. “I just think,” you lick your lips in frustration, “I think you deserve someone better than me, is all.”

Sirius’ expression softens as he reaches out to gently wipe away your tears, his touch like a soothing balm to your wounded soul.

“Baby, you’re all I’ve ever wanted,” he murmurs, his voice laced with sincerity. “I’m the luckiest guy alive to have you. I’m the undeserving one, are you kidding me? I’m so sorry if I made you hurt, sweetheart. If I ever made you doubt that.”

His words wash over you like a wave of warmth, thawing the icy grip of fear that has gripped your heart.

“I think I got stuck in my head there for a little while, making all this mess in result. God, I’m so sorry. So, so sorry. Come here,” he pulls you into his arms.

It feels right, having him close. Your tears stain his t-shirt, he doesn’t care.

You’re his girl, and he made you sad. He’s never letting you go.

He starts kissing your face, one tear at a time.

“I just love you, like, so much, you know?” you mumble with your eyes closed as he places two separate kisses there.

He leans in, pressing his forehead against yours with a sigh.

“Pretty girl, you have no idea.”

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