Remus Lupin X Fem!reader - Tumblr Posts

Warnings: smut, minors do not interact, soft domestic sex, p in v, bottom dom!Remus, manhandling, hockey!Remus, fem!reader, whipped Remus...

Sun rays stream into the bedroom and wake up Remus. A heavy breath left him. He opens his eyes, admitting his defeat, not being able to get back to sleep, and there … there she was. Hugging his side, her head buried in her pillow and wrapped in the sheets. Content and happily sleeping, she let a few quiet snores from her barely open mouth. He had everything right here. Wishing to stay in bed with her forever, he drew her closer to his body, losing himself in his thoughts as he watched his darling being comfortable in his arms.

It could be mere minutes or whole hours when she finally scrunched her eyes open. Looking around then up to his face and then again burying her face in his chest and groaning. He left butterfly kisses on her face as he held her face in his hands. She escaped his grip on her and ran to the bathroom.

As her silhouette disappeared from his vision. He admired her long legs and how his shirt, the one with his last name and his number for the hockey matches, fit her. The shirt only just reached past her bum. She is taking way too long there.

"Everything alright, love?" He said quietly, his voice still coloured with the heaviness that sleeping left to it.

"Yeah" was the only response he got.

As she exited the bathroom, their bathroom, and re-entered their room. She smiled at him and crawled on top of him, sitting lightly on his abdomen and resting her weight on her knees, even though she knew that he would be more than happy to carry all of her. Emotional baggage and literal weight.

As she let her back fall back to rest on his raised knees, one thing became prominent. Not that she would not have noticed earlier, but now she deemed the time right to tease him about his "morning wood".

"Well, well what do we have here?" She asked him, faking innocence.

"I think you, especially, would be familiar with it, since you know, it has given you such memories?" he answered, arching a brow and smirking cheekily back at her.

"It… hmm is that how we refer to Little Remus Jr.? And to what memories are you referring to exactly? I might need some refreshing" she fired back, not missing a beat . Leaning down towards him and kissing him sweetly on the lips.

He let her dominate the kiss and soon she would whine and beg him to do whatever he wanted to her. Patience was a quality he had mastered over the years. After she was done he answered " I assure you there is nothing little with me, specifically where you are referring. And if you oh so desperately need a repeat of the memories you have so conveniently lost." Whispering such sarcastic comments, though removing his pants and being completely naked underneath her as he slightly moved her, letting his length brush her clothed core.

Looking at him slyly, she lifted her hips, removed her underwear and then guided herself tight above his cock letting only his tip enter her. Letting herself slowly fall, filling herself to the hilt and slightly moving to get more comfortable as groans and moans escaped her open mouth and grunts left the boy. His hands flew to her hips holding her steady as she started rolling them and grinding.

Her hands found homage on his pecs, pushing there just enough so her body would lift and then drop back in place. One of his hands moved under her his shirt and captured one of her breasts, massaging it and twisting, pinching and rubbing its nipple. Watching, as her hips stuttered and lost their force, her face scrunching in more and more pleasure, her eyes from half-lidded, closing shut and her hands started closing into fists scratching his pecs.

"Re- Remus, oh yes" her body was turning now into a puddle which meant only one thing to him. Time to take control back. Holding her hips once again, tighter now than before, he started moving them up and down, bouncing her on his cock. Noises that betrayed the ecstasy they felt could be heard through the thin bedroom walls.

They were close now, both their orgasms within reach. But he needed more, so he lifted her and having the strength to keep her there he started fucking up to her. Her back arched as he hit that familiar and mind-blinding spot inside of her. Her breasts moved so fast, hidden beneath that great hockey shirt that branded her as his and only his, as he set a rough pace that made them both see stars.

"I'm close." she said in a strangled voice.

"I know. Scream for me, dove." These were the words that triggered her to hit her high and her body lay on top of him as he continued his movements finding his own, holding her close and turning them around. Driving his hips again flashed to hers to stay deep inside her, keeping there the mess they made and wrapping her legs around his waist.

Foreheads glued to each other's and noses brushing as they calmed and breathed heavily from their open mouths.

"I love you" he said as his eyes opened and stared back at her.

"I love you more."

"Impossible" he said with a finality in his voice, trying to get the message across. He was hers, body, soul and mind completely infuriated, obsessed and addicted to her presence. And she was his. His to love, to spoil and to hold.

word count: 937

Warnings: smut, minors do not interact, fem!reader, dom!Remus, possessiveness, praise kink (kinda), missionary p in v, marking up, overatimulation, teasing with dirty talk, no use of protection WRAP IT BEFORE YOU TAP IT...

The sound of rain splattering in the windows was a calming sound that would have lulled the young couple was it not for their late-night activities. The sky,even with the storm, was clear; the stars were shining under the harsh light of the almost full moon. But that calm environment went unnoticed since Remus had other things in mind.

Moans and grunts filled the room along with a skin-slapping sound that was extremely persistent and hadn't stopped since he threw her in the bed and discarded all their clothes. He always got like this whenever the full moon was close. Who was she to complain? Her werewolf boyfriend, that has a crazy sex drive, wants to fuck her all night long, making her cum as many times as possible until she is senseless and can't think straight? Fine by me.

Her legs were resting against his shoulders and drew closer to her chest every time he moved. Her body was moving upwards as he thrust hard into her and the only thing that seemed to hold her in place was the bruising grip that was applied to her hips. She was on cloud nine. Her head was thrown back from all the pleasure she was receiving. Her thighs were burning and rubbing perfectly against her overly sensitive breasts that have been thoroughly marked and teased, her pussy by now had to be puffy, red and oh so sensitive as both their releases ran down to her bum and collected there to a white puddle.

The sheets were rumpled underneath her from the force that the young man fucked her and from how she fisted her hands when she was so overwhelmed and didn't know what else to do.

"God, you're gorgeous, can't wait to see how beautiful you will look when I am done with you. I will fill you to the hilt and you will be sore everywhere. You will have an imprint of my balls in your clit from how hard I am fucking you. Hiding these perfect tits behind your bras will be such a pain from how much attention I paid to them. Hickeys will cover your body for so many days because … you … are … mine." Remus mumbled as his face closed in on hers as he emphasized each word and delivered them with a new kind of force behind them. Straining to talk with all the overstimulation he had caused both himself and her.

The only response he got was gasps and breathless moans. His name was officially a new chant on her swollen red lips. "You like that don't you? When I get possessive." The clench that he got around his deeply buried cock was the perfect answer. "I fucked you good, haven't I? You can't think, can't speak,huh? But you are a good girl, aren't you? My good girl."

"Yes" was softly spoken and was nothing else but a drawn-out moan.

"Who's fucking you brainless?"

"You"

"Scream my name sweetheart. I want everyone to know who you belong to. And who gets you to themselves? Say it, my love. Please at the top of your lungs."

"Remmy" sounded in a pleading voice. He harshly lifted himself and lowered her legs to his waist. "Wrong answer dovey but that's OK, you will get it this time right" he said as he entered her in a fluid motion. Hitting one perfect spot after the other, making her see stars.

"Remus" she screamed in a toe-curling way. Her back arched so hard and was pushed down on the mattress when a dominant hand pressed in her lower stomach.

"That's more like it." He whispered in her ear and started fucking her into the mattress, so hard that even the bed springs groaned. "Hands on headboard and eyes open love" he commanded and she complied without a second thought.

"Oh, God. Ahh y-yes. I am so close." She had lost count of how many times she went over the edge, she should have been drained and had nothing else to offer. "Let go, sweetheart. I'm right here."

The orgasm she reached on command to his words was mind blinding and when she started gaining back her senses he was still going, more sloppily this time though. He had slightly lifted her as previous releases still exited her and had cupped her ass, scratching it barely.

"I am-" he stuttered. She threw her heavy arms around him with her sheer willpower and one reached his tightly clenched ass. He was holding back. She said in a so hoarse and just above a whisper voice the one thing that would make him come undone in seconds "I'm yours. You're mine".

His head buried in her shoulder and he bit down hard there, trying to contain the sound of her name adorned with many of his well-loved curses. His pace slowed down and his hips only moved in post-orgasm. He stayed there for a few seconds as he tried to regain his composure and steady his breathing. When he did, he turned his head to rest his forehead against hers. As she still grinded her hips. Subspace. He tried to get out of her but to no avail, her tightly wrapped legs prevented him from getting away even if he wanted to.

"You will regret this when you wake up." he whispered against her hairline and placed sweet kisses there. A dopey smile was present on their faces as they drifted to sleep as close to each other as possible.

"I love you, you smart ass. You just love to rile me up, don't you?"

If this was going to be his response all the time then yes she did and so did he, but there was no chance he was going to admit that out loud.

word count: 972

Warnings: minors do not interact, smut, in a closet, remus eating pussy religiously while having fem!reader in his shoulders, obsessed Remus (super smelling kinda thing due to lycanthropy), fluffy at the end...

The bell rang.

Thank God class is over.

I walk back to my dorm where Stella will be waiting for me for our study date. My pace is hurried as I want to escape the crowded halls. People bump into me as I try to navigate through them. A hand grabs me and shoves me into one of the many janitor closets.

It's so dark I can not make anything out. A tall presence looms so close that I can feel a hot breath on my face. The familiar scent that wraps around me betrays him in an instant. Remus, all 6'5 inches of him, is so extremely close. My back rests on the cold stone wall, as he dips down and tilts my chin with his fingers as he kisses me.

The kiss starts off slow and sweet but when he deems it enough, after he has turned me into a human puddle, he pushes me roughly against the wall and my mouth opens as I gasp. He takes this as an invitation, and slips his tongue inside my mouth, dominating the kiss. He bites my lip and lets it pop.

"God I missed you," he says as he starts kissing my jawline and leaving hickeys down my throat. "You saw me two hours ago," I say back.

"Don't care, want you" he whispers as he hooks his hands in my thighs and pats me gently there. So I jump and let my legs wrap around his waist.

"Stay quiet" he commands and rips my uniform open, letting both our jackets drop to the ground and popping open my shirt, letting the buttons fly everywhere. He shoots me a devilish smile that looks downright wolfish and opens the clasp of my bra, removing it and then massaging my breasts.

Breathy moans leave as he bites my nipple and circles the other. "I thought I told you to stay quiet" he whispers with a particularly harsh suck and twists my other nipple. My back straightens as he places both his hands under my tits, pushing my almost bare back against the wall, and gives them his undivided attention. My hips roll against his unconsciously and my head knocks into the wall while I bite my bottom lip to stay quiet.

"I can smell you, you know. Your arousal and I can pinpoint the exact moment you are turned on. It drives me crazy, trying to contain myself and not take you against every possible surface, even bend you over a desk. Do you know the effect you have on me? The way you drive me crazy, the way you leave me throbbing each time you argue with me?" These words were delivered directly onto her skin as he left a hot trail of kisses towards her centre.

He placed her on his shoulders with a swift lift manhandling her clothed cunt directly in his face. Winking at her and then burying his face underneath her school skirt. Kisses and long licks were delivered in her panties. Teasing her as always. "Remus", was the soft sigh that seemed to have been screamed to her roaring ears and encouraged him to continue.

"My God, you are dripping. I have to taste you now." He hummed, letting the vibrations of his voice draw out muffled moans. He bit her panties and tore them with his teeth. As soon as his tongue came in contact with her bare skin he moaned and tightly grabbed her ass, bringing her as close as possible. His tongue entered her and she fisted her hands with his soft curly locks. He pressed his tongue flat against her clit after he licked her up and down, collecting anything he got in the way. Her back arched. He started moving it in figure-eights and her hands tried to find something to steady herself. Her hands brushed the ceiling.

Her hands brushed and scratched the ceiling.

It was as if a silent conversation was happening between the two of them. Every one of his actions caused such loud reactions, making him pick up his pace.

"Rem- I … close… please". Her toes curled and scratched his back as her knees raised. The only thing keeping her in place was the wall and his hands that pushed her against his face so he could devour her. As she came he continued eating her out making her see pure bliss. As she calmed down he set her to her wobbly legs and started dressing her. When he was done he let her rest on him until she gained some of her strength. "Kiss" she demanded. He chuckled as he kissed her lips and her forehead, mouthing "bossy as always".

"Don't you-" she asked.

"No, I got all I need. Plus, I'll see you later, won't I?"

Yeah, yeah he would. She couldn't contain herself from all the things she imagined that he would possibly do to her. She shuddered and answered "See you at 10, dear" as she made to exit the closet and threw a kiss his way. Her escape though was cut short as he wrapped his hands around her middle and brought her to his front. Tickling her side and dropping kisses on her neck and shoulders. Her laugh echoed in the small room that barely fitted them both and he basked in her happiness.

I wish I will be able to hear this sound for the rest of my life.

The thought scared him but didn't catch him by surprise. He had thought about it before. She was his equal in every way. And one day… he would have the courage to propose with his mother's ring that he kept hidden in one of his drawers.

word count: 955

Warnings: smut, minors do not interact, sex in a library, oral(fem!reader receiving), man handling, fucked from behind, rough, fluffy ending...

As Remus finished his essay for Magic History. His eyes hurt like hell. He removed his glasses and rubbed his eyes tiredly. He looked at his reflection in the library window opposite him. The person that looked back at him looked nothing like him. A scar ran across his nose. One of his first ones. His forest green eyes looked haunted. His curly fluffy hair was pushed back by his round wire-framed glasses.

A movement stole his attention. There she was. Her beautiful face morphed in interest when her curious eyes ran along the bookshelves and met the titles of the romance section. Tell me what you are reading love. I will do everything to you. Just say the word. He chuckled lightly at the thought. One day. One day, he would. Hopefully today.

She made her way towards the back room. Only eight people had access to that room. The Head Boys and Head Girls of every house could use that room. Lucky them, they both had that privilege. He grabbed his things and entered the room. Letting them sit at one of the tables and closing in on her form.

"What are you reading, dovey? Is it one of your erotica books again?" He whispered in her ear as he hugged her close and started leaving lazy hickeys in her neck.

"First of all, how dare you say such vile and filthy things to your girlfriend, mister? I shall have you reported to the Headmaster right away," she said as she leaned back on him. Teasing him. She was in a good mood today. "And I shall have you know that i-" she trailed off in her sentence as he slightly pinched her tits through her uniform.

"You were saying?" He teased back. Just as she opened her mouth to banter with him he proposed a deal. "Sweetheart, I want to try something."

"Okay"

"You see, you read all these books and I am curious to see why you like them so much. Yet I know that you would never let me read them. So I thought that we should make a deal. You can read them to me while I eat you out. You know how much I love eating you out, don't you? If you manage to read me at least one chapter I will reward you. What do you say, honey?"

"Right here?"

"We can wait until later when I can sneak into your dorm. But then I won't be able to fuck you against bookcases. Or while you are bent over these desks. It's your choice, my love."

"If I agree with your term, will you do both?"

"If you can take it…"

She didn't need to hear more. She ran towards one of the desks and hopped on one. He buried one hand in her hair and placed a kiss on her lips. "I love you" he whispered sweetly in the kiss and when he broke it he kneeled in front of her removing her trousers and her underwear.

"Yeah… me too. Now get on with it. I always wanted to try this" she demanded

He bit in her inner thighs, drawing a high-pitched squeal from her and mouthing over her cunt "bossy eager girl".

She whined and to which he responded "I am not starting until I hear you reading"

She huffed and began narrating. "Chapter 11. The phone rang as he was buried deep inside her.

"Don't answer that" she begged.

Yet he ignored her and reached for it any-anyway"

Her voice lost its volume as he started lapping at her. He knew how to drive each and every sound out of her. He was going easy.

She continued steadily until he started practically making out with her pussy. His tongue was entering her constantly. He sucked everywhere as if trying to form hickeys and separated her now swollen lips every few seconds.

"Continue," he said in a rough voice.

And that she did. She drew her whole willpower and focused on reading. Though as he got more eager she lost her concentration. She had read three whole pages and only one was left. He wouldn't notice. Especially since her thighs were so tightly pressed in his ears.

"Remus, please. More." Within a few seconds, she was undone by him. Cumming in his tongue, on his lips, as he devoured her like there was no tomorrow.

"Good job love. Only one page short. Next time you won't be able to read one sentence. Now stand on your feet." She complied without a pause.

"Turn around" she did. He placed one hand on her back and slowly pushed her down to lie at the table.

"Grab the edges and stay still" she didn't need to hear it twice.

He removed his pants and boxers. Grabbed her hips and entered her, hard. Making her cry in ecstasy. A slap was delivered to her ass shortly after "Quiet or else, I will leave you here. Alone. Aching in silence." She nodded fast and bit her arm to stay quiet.

He was flying in and out of her. Leaving always only his tip in. He was torturing her. His pace was animalistic. Hard and incredibly deep. Each thrust made her crazy with want and pleasure. One of his hands maintained its tight grip on her while the other tried to take hostage every curve, every slope, every inch of her. He was rough with her and they both absolutely loved it.

She was moving up and down from the force of his movements. Each one of them made her breasts brush the material of one of his old sweaters, as they had escaped from her bra, creating a great stimulation to her nipples.

"Do you think you can take it if we move to the bookcases? Or have I already turned your legs to Jello?"

"Bookcase …now" her voice was hitched and broke from his thrusts. He grabbed her, moving her five paces towards one of his favourite shelves. A plan formed in his head.

"Hands on each side. Spread your legs for me love" she did as she was told blindly. He reached even deeper now if that was even possible.

"Oh God"

"Glad to see you praising me, dove"

"You cocky bastard" she fired back in a voice so dreamy and breathy making her insult sound like a compliment.

"Your cocky bastard. Only yours" he said before he started pistoning his hips into hers. The sound of their skins slapping filled the room. His hand snaked in her front. Under her shirt and playing with one of her breasts. It was too much for her to handle. Her arms got tired and lost their strength. She placed her forehead in one of the bookcases and the sight in front of her made her lose her breath.

In her stomach, her skin moved. Could he reach that far in this position? His sure and rough thrusts made sure for this to happen, didn't they? Her eyes travelled lower, where her previous release was coating her thighs. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head. He was perfect, making her see stars and feel like she was in paradise. She must have said as much because the next thing she knew he repositioned her. Her upper body dropped to a horizontal line before…

"This is nothing sweetheart. The fun begins now".

Her legs couldn't hold on longer. Thank God he had placed his hands on her hips. Driving them into his as he fucked into her, making every stimulation ten times more pleasurable. Loud moans that sounded like his name echoed.

"That's it, love. Tell the world who makes you feel this good. Not giving a single fuck of getting caught." She clenched around him.

His left and dominant hand grabbed her throat lightly, not applying any pressure but giving the illusion of it.

"You would like that? Being caught, huh? Should I put public places on our list?"

"Yes," she yelled. How could he perform so well and taunt her at the same time? She wouldn't be complaining though.

"Alright now I want you to do me a favour. In the shelf in front of you my favourite book is stacked. If you find it before you cum, which you are so so close to do so, we can do anything you want. If you don't, we will do it in a public place next week."

Both options seemed terrific in her lust and pleasure-overridden brain. But a challenge was a challenge. Her eyes raked over the books. Her cloudy vision makes her work difficult. As she reached the edge she found it. Yet her release caught her off guard. Sounds that she would never make, exited her mouth. Only he could draw them out.

Remus. Remus. Remus. Her Remus. Only hers.

He continued strongly. Doing God's work on her.

"I'm so close. Will you cum with me?" His thrusts were sloppy but didn't lose their ability from bringing her close again. He started circling her clit with his thumb.

He fell from the edge first and took her with him. His hand clamped her throat a bit. Her vision blackened. He brought her close and rubbed her sides, calming her. They both looked in the place they were joined, their orgasms trying to escape by gushing down her legs.

"Legs up" he commanded, even though it didn't make sense she folded her legs and let his arm that hugged her middle keep her in place. As she practically hovered over the floor he placed her panties in her legs and started drawing them up.

"Kept them in my pocket. Don't want infections on my best girl" she giggled lightly at the comment. Trusting him with her life. As her underwear reached its rightful place, he removed himself and placed them there. Trying to contain everything inside her.

"Bad infections" she reasoned back or at least tried to.

"Yeah, really bad. You must really love me. For putting up with my and our sex cappeds"

"Rem" she said as she turned her head in his chest and whispered "tired"

"I know, let's get some rest, hm?"

"Mmm"

He carried her onto one of the couches and let her get comfortable on top of him. She placed a kiss over his heart and mumbled " I love you" before she dozed off.

"Love you too, my heart."

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Some fluff to change things up....

Requested by a friend @swvaxq

I slowly unlock the floor for my apartment and enter the hallway and a chubby cat races to greet me.

"Hey, cheddar. What did you do today, you orange devil?" I ask my cat fondly.

"A mess is what he did." Remus's voice sounds out from the kitchen.

As I head to the kitchen, I see that he has made my favourite food along with a chocolate cake with a chocolate dressing that will definitely give us a sugar high later. My target though is him. I wrap my arms around his torso tightly and without missing a beat he does the same. After a few minutes, he tries to draw back to see my face without breaking our embrace. But he is unable to do so since I have buried it in his chest trying to get as much comfort as possible.

"Bad day?" He asks quietly as he places kisses on my forehead and rubs his hands along my spine.

"Bad week " I respond with a small voice that is muffled in my hiding space.

"Want to talk about it, love?

"Not really"

"What can I do to make you feel better then? Want to hear the disaster that your devil of a pet caused?

"No," I say while chuckling, "don't call my baby that. Only I am allowed to do so."

"What do you want then?"

"Cuddles."

"Do you want to head up in bed, have dinner there and watch that movie you must have memorized by now? Hmm?"

A "yes" is all he needs before he gets back to work. Grabbing two plates full of food and giving me to carry the chocolate cake. As we enter our room he leaves the plates and the plate on our nightstands and uploads the movie on the TV as I get rid of my clothes and change them with one of his old soft T-shirts, which was well-worn and well-loved.

"Let's get in bed, yeah?"

I crawl under the duvet and cuddle into his chest. We eat quietly as the film begins. It's the only one that will make me laugh no matter what. The one that I can recite by heart and probably will for the rest of my life. I feel a nice kind of warmth from the inside. God, I love him.

"Rem?"

He hums back engrossed with the movie even though I have made him watch it what must be a thousand times.

"Thank you"

"For what, sweetheart?"

"Everything"

"I love spoiling and taking care of you, you know that. That's what I am here to do, dovey." He says back, looking into my eyes in such a living way that betrays every emotion he feels. Love, contentment, happiness, worry.

"Shall we eat the cake then?"

"I thought you would never ask."

The cake is finished within short minutes. And the movie plays in the background but I can not focus on it. My eyes drop from exhaustion and sleep threatens to take me with him. In the safety of Remus' arms as his heartbeat calms me more than any movie would. Though I would never tell him that he will never let me live it down and tease me endlessly about it. I smile lightly just as I begin to fall asleep and feel a gentle kiss being placed on my hairline. The last thing I hear is…

"Sleep well, my dove. I love you."

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.

Hi love! Do you have a master list? Love your work!

I'm sorry it's not very organised with titles and stuff like other master lists but I didn't have much te to prepare it... enjoy tho these have to be my favorite works from many accounts. It includes both fluff and smut and a bit of angst....

more on the way in a second masterlist

🙏 please tell me if there is a problem with the links....

Masterlist No.1 (no.2 here)

Edit: Updated version ✌️

¤ = smut

smau = social media au

Marauders Era:

Remus Lupin:

Remus & lazy hickeys , Version 2 ¤

Remus adoring breasts ¤

Remus making you scream ¤

Getting you so worked up, you can not speak ¤

Kinda Meanie Remus ¤

Shirtless Remus ¤

Remus and his kisses ¤

Mean streak ¤

Summer vibes , Version 2 ¤

Taunting ¤

Rivals to lovers ¤

No homework done I guess ¤

Annoying distraction ¤

Wolfy traits¤

Making Birthdays special ¤

Remus in his feels ¤

Comforting reader , Version 2 , Version 3, Version 4

Taking care of you, Version 2

Warning label

Stress reliever ¤

Angsty Confession

Misunderstanding

Study Motivation ¤

Mean Remus, vol.2 ¤

Bad mood

Baby fever

Slowest slow burn to ever burn ¤

Formula One:

Charles Leclerc:

Baby Leclerc (smau)

Lotta history (smau)

It's never over ¤

Cat mama

Single mom

Jealousy jealousy (smau)

Lighting McMarried (smau)

For the hope of it all (Series smau)

Married to who (wolff reader)

Domestic Bliss (smau)

Bffs angst

Enemy racers (smau)

Vacation (smau)

Married angst

Revenge Reader (smau)

Overprotective (smau)

Charles as a dad, vol.2 (smau) , vol.3 (smau)

Max Verstappen:

Max being late

Max as a dad

U dumbfuck (smau)

Sexy times ¤

Crazy Cat Lady (series)

Carlos Sainz:

Obsessed (smau)

Mich Shumacker:

Rosy cheeks and salty hair ¤

Lando Norris:

Star wars? (smau series)

Danny Ric:

Best friends to lovers (smau)

Oscar Piastri:

Bookish (smau)

Soft launching? (smau)

This is about Oscar? (smau)

Who is Oscar Piastri? (smau)

Sweetener ¤

Grumpy x Sunshine (smau)

Kiss it better (smau)

Oblivious besties (smau)

My girl ¤

Vroom vroom bitch (smau)

Arthur Leclerc:

WHAT? (smau)

Oblivious bitches, pt.2 , pt.3 (smau series)

Ollie Bearman (i think you can tell that he is my fav) :

Besties to more (smau)

Insta dumps (smau)

Sunshine x grumpy (smau)

The black card life (smau)

Birthday boy (smau)

Race bffs (smau)

Teddy bear (smau)

Sickenly in love (smau)

(Extra)ordinary (smau)

Dating Ollie , vol.2 , vol.3, vol.4

No one else

In sickness and in health

Comfort after a race , vol.2

Domestic - ish

Morning snuggles

Those three words

Olives and Lemonade

Call me cupid

Only you (smau series)

will you make a master list or navigation ?

My very own navigation? Say whaaaat?

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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 ✨️

Ok, first of all, I would like to apologise for not posting something for almost a month, bit it was exam season so... and I know I let you my fans down *que laughing bcuz it's not true*. Secondly, I would like to say that this is a bit different, it's not smut but I think it is quite funny and represents my character a little bit... also mean!Remus cuz he rules... so enjoy ig!!!

Part 2 , Part 3

I woke up, gasping for air, sweat making my shirt cling to my body like a second skin. I must look downright crazy, with flushed cheeks, hair a wild mess, and rubbing my thighs together without a stop. My mind drifted back to the dream that caused the state of my reaction.

His hands were roaming my body like I was the only thing he had ever wanted. And finally gripping my hips and making them move backwards until they hit his, and he was balls deep inside of me. Again. And again. And again.

The dream itself wasn't the problem. Sure, a sex dream wasn't that bad, and she had several over the years, but what she moaned and who was supposedly giving her all that pleasure was. Remus.

How? How had this happened to her? Not him. Not the one boy she never got along with. Not the one person who drove her up against the wall. Not the one that-

No, it actually made perfect sense. He was the only one who made her feel something. Sure, said "something" was regularly negative feelings. Like irritation, deep-rooted hate. But it certainly was more than anyone has ever made her feel. She looked at her alarm clock. And… great, only fifteen more minutes before it was time to get ready for breakfast. How was she supposed to pull herself together after that? It was going to be a long day.

She dressed in her uniform, only leaving her blue-silver striped tie, loosely knotted around her neck, her top two buttons open, exposing her collarbones. Her trousers, replacing the usual skirt, hugged her waist and hips nicely. Thank God, if there is one, but she had single-handedly managed to convince the professors in the monthly Perfects meeting, that the female population of this school, formal and fancy vocabulary had definitely been a strong part of her remarks, should be allowed to wear trousers whenever they wanted and felt like it.

She walked towards the Ravenclaw table and quickly filled her plate with pancakes doused in chocolate because well… who doesn't love chocolate? Her eyes roamed the blurry Dining Hall. Man, she really should start using her wire-framed glasses, the ones that were an identical pair to his. They had bought them so as to match when they were still friends. Before he ruined everything.

There he was. The beautiful, arrogant blurry bastard. She would recognise his curly hair and mischievous dark green eyes paired with his scarred face glory. Damn him and his annoying good looks. And when the hell did her eyesight get that bad? Maybe it was the sleep deprivation, which was again his fault. She could proudly say, though, that she was still squinting and glaring at the world as she always did. And everything was right. Until…

"My God, you are so tight. And so perfectly marked up. Everyone should know who you belong to, don't you think?" He said as his hand travelled upwards, one of her thighs. Moving easily as all her previous orgasms slid down her legs. All courtesy of his mouth, of course. "I love seeing you like this. I never thought that fucking your brains out until you are senseless would be such an easy way to shut you up."

… she remembered that and choked on her treacherous hot chocolate.

"Well, well, the she-devil just choked on her hot chocolate? Is it because your body detests anything sweet? " his voice called out. That deep, still slightly raspy and sleepy voice that made his Welsh accent stand out more prominently. She hated that voice, she thought, yet her body betrayed her and shivered, as if it was somehow remembering all that fantastic, imaginary, things it supposedly whispered in her skin.

Oohs and aahs echoed in the room, accompanied by chuckles and whispers, praising his "sick burn."

"You know what, Lupin? I always thought you were a pretentious piece of shit, but I never thought you were so self-centered to actually call yourself indirectly sweet. Is it one of those days of the month where you need a little confidence boost?", I called back as I finished eating and stood up from my seat.

A fuming Remus was the last thing I saw as I exited the room. Now, every member of the school faculty was laughing because of my comeback.

Lost in thought I walked towards the Ravenclaw Tower, and then felt an arm grasping my wrist and pining me into the wall, despite driving my elbow into said attacker in his nose, stomach (were those abs? Who was she kidding of course her attacker would have abs) and well … dick. But they didn't react at all as if those blows, who should have winded the air out of someone. Except- right lycanthropy super strength bullshit.

"You think that was funny?" He said in a deathly quiet tone, as if he wanted to murder me on the spot… or fuck me against the wall? Okay, now she was just self projecting.

"I think it was hilarious."

"Sometime you are going to learn to respect me, foxy?"

"Sure, when Hell freezes over."

"You know, you remind me of those foxes and black cats. They consider themselves so smart and mean, yet they are unaware of the danger they will face because of it. "

"And you are the danger? Climb off your high horse Lupin." I whisper in his face. Our lips only mere centimeters apart.

words: 900 (should I continue this?)

Warnings: um smut... wrap it before you tap it, piv, fem!reader, academical rivals to lovers, probably the filthiest thing I have ever written... if you know me, no you don't

Part 1 , Part 3

Things since last week haven't changed much. Remus and I still had our rivalry going stronger than ever. Especially after the hallway incident, which ended up with him having a large red handprint on his cheek, indicating a really strong slap. In my defense, he was getting close. Ever since we haven't stopped arguing with each other, until…

"I can't work with her."

"It's impossible to work with him."

As quickly as the words left our mouths, we sharply turned to glare at each other. Completely missing Professor's McGonagall proud look.

"You are working together on this project. And you will present to me the best project in the class because you are both Perfects and have to give the right example. I don't care about whether you like each other or not."

Seething I exit the room with a newfound speed, and Remus closely follows behind my heels.

"Can you just slow down a bit?" He asks, and I instantly stop walking, turning towards him, waiting impatiently to hear what he has to say. "She's right, you know. We have to make this fucking project as perfect as possible. So I think we should call a truce." He slowly proposes as if this will simply fix our problems. I stare at him blankly, and I see his nostrils flaring. "Look. I don't like this either, ok? But I need the grade, and if it were someone else, I would just make the project myself. But since it's you … if we work together we could… We are at the top of every class for a reason. Just…." His voice eventually gives up.

"Fine," I say, "meet me at the library at 7. We have a lot of research to do"

This was how I found myself meeting with my all-time rival every day in the library for two months. The insults never stopped flying from one to the other, but surprisingly, we made a good team, and the project was almost finished. We are now accustomed to each other and our habits. Like Remus… when he read something for a really long time, he would remove his glasses and rub his eyes and his nose, smoothing it out after being scrunched up. Or when we got tired, he would share his chocolates to boost our morals and energies.

Many comments have been floating around the halls."How long until they fuck it out?", "God, he could eat her alive, for what she said to him.","He must be really smitten with her for putting up with her." ... Well, you got the gist of it.

Now, as I was getting ready for bed, a thought occurred. We never looked in the secluded area for any useful information. So, I put on my slippers and headed towards the library once again.

I slowly walk down the hallways, trying to get past Flinch. The great mahogany walls of the library greet me with a loud groan. I grab one of the oil lanterns that rest on the librarian's desk and head towards the restricted section. I find books related to the project and start reading them. Keeping notes under the candlelit room.

I could be reading for hours or mere minutes when I hear footsteps. I quickly blow out the flame and hide in the darkest spot I can find between the bookcases. As the sound of footsteps comes closer my breathing turns faster and more panicky. Good God I am going to get caught? Am I going to get detention? What am I going to do?

That's when I feel a hand close around my mouth. Silencing me. Wait …what? Silencing me? A familiar scent fills my nostrils.

"Stay quiet or else we are going to get caught." He whispers in my ear. His Welsh accent dripped like honey, his voice raspy and almost deathly quiet. Heat pools in my core as a dream resurfaces in my brain. "Stay quiet or else we are going to get caught." He says as he pounds into me while he has my hips in a tight grip, guiding back and forth.

As I snap out of my trance, I push his hand harshly off me. "What the hell are you doing here?", I whisper-yell at him.

"What the hell are you doing here?", he fires back. We stare at each other with our eyes slitted as we both breath heavily.

"How did you even know I was here?", I ask him accusingly, even though I have been caught in the act.

"The marauders map." He answers back easily as if that answer would ring a bell and not cause more questions.

"The what ?"

"I think he is gone."

"Oh really?"

"Why do you like to test me, woman?"

"Possibly because of your super nice personality or better yet because you're a prick."

He just returned the favor with a wolfish grin, notice the irony.

"Why are you smiling?" I snap at him.

"Oh because you are so nicely close to me and you haven't uttered a word about that." Just as the words leave his mouth I feel my cheeks heat. Jesus why am I blushing? At least he can't see it. "And yes I can see you blushing"

How did he…? Is he a mind reader?

"Also I am no mind reader, i just know you that well." His face is dangerously close now. The empty, now, library is ominously quiet and I can almost feel our breaths echo in the room. There is no escape, is there? His mouth is almost atop of mine, his breath fanning my face.

"Gosh why are you like this? Why must you test me until I snap? Why do I love it so much?" He says as his lips crush into mine in a bruising kiss that steals my breath away. He manhandles me so that our chests are pressed together and I am promptly sitting in his lap, feeling a long hard cock press against my clad yet soaking wet pussy. Insults fly out of our mouths in-between every heated kiss.

"Punk"

"Jerk"

"Dickhead"

"Oh you are going to feel that soon."

"Bite me, Lupin."

"If you insist."

We discard our clothes as fast as possible until he grabs hold of my thighs and he slams me on the flat surface of the bookcase.

Right opposite the window, it's so dark outside that our reflections fill my eyesight. His scarred, white freckled back in contrast with my tanned legs, due to all the sun exposure, that are wrapped around his waist and my arms in his shoulders. One of my hands is buried deep in his brown curled hair that is now buried in my neck leaving bites and hickeys as he bites, laps and sucks, leaving permanent marks behind his trail. While the other scratches his back, as my legs draw back and my back arches.

Horrified gasps sound in the room, mixing with my moans and his groans. My eyes open immediately, leaving their half hooded state, searching the room for intruders but not finding anyone until…. Of course, the portraits. Great I am about to get royally fucked by Remus Lupin and not only will I have to live with the memory of it but now the portraits saw what we were doing, I was catastrophically doomed, I laugh at the thought.

And Remus leaves his task and draws slightly back, enough for him to keep impossibly close but still be able to see my face.

"I love your laugh. And I absolutely hate the fact that I am not the one causing it. But that is going to change. Everything is going to change from now on, you bellend." The breath is being knocked out of my lungs. "And now I am going to fuck you. I reckon you are wet enough so as not to hurt." He says as his fingers play with my clit. "I would say you are quite drenched actually. You know I have been thinking of this, dreaming it even. Fucking you hard and deep, until you are nothing more that a brainless brat." Gasps and moans are his only answers.

"Thank God you seem to like that because I don't think I can hold back any more." He seals these words with a kiss as he enters me in one fluid motion until he is balls deep. Our mouths are open now as we try to catch our breaths and I stare at his eyes, trying to find the familiar mischievous dark green that haunted my every thought. His forehead dropped to mine as he started to move inside me at an insane pace. His balls are slapping against my clit as he hits all the right spots.

My back arches and my head falls back as my eyes close. I feel one of his hands slide up my back and rest somewhere between my ribs, commanding me to stay in place as I feel…. No this can't be right. My gaze moves to the window and what I see almost brings me right over the edge right there and then. His head is buried in my chest hiding all the toying he is doing at my breasts, paying extra attention to my nipples. Marking them up too.

"God I wish I could mark up our thighs and pussy too but that will have to wait."

"Remus, you prick, how dare you…" I say in a breathless voice my insult is lost in all the pleasure I am feeling.

"Yes, how dare I make you feel all this pleasure. Huh?" He mouths in my chest as he has his lips wrapped around one of my tits.

"I am close" I whimper

"I know, sweetheart. Let go for me. I've gotcha."

I don't know what actually sent me over the edge. The nickname, the command, reassurance, a mixture of all of them? Well whatever it was it rocked my world. I never thought an orgasm could last that long or be so powerful. It was literally dripping down my thighs to his and then falling to the ground. Embarrassingly so. He had finished too. His face was buried in my chest trying to catch our breaths.

He turns to look at me, smirking. Oh no. I already know what he is going to say. And I won't be able to say no.

"Ready for round two?"

words: 1.741

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.

words: 1.319

Warnings: ...you know the drill, plus my weird obsession with waterfalls, established relationship

Also no mention of names so it could be any fictional character... tell me which character came to mind when reading this fic

"Where are we going?" I ask in the chilly night air.

"You'll see. It's a secret." He responds cheekily.

Fine. Have it your way, I think quietly while cursing my choices in leaving the comfort of my bed to follow in whatever shenanigans he has planned. The sound of running water breaks my thoughts and I look at him expectantly. He just smirks and continues walking ahead. Cheeky bastard.

Soon after my eyes meet the sight of two glorious waterfalls. The awe that locks my body in the same place only lasts for a few seconds. I laugh delightedly and run towards the edge of the water.

"How did you-" the question starts to leave my mouth but is interrupted by "I know how much you like them, and thought we could make some memories here", that is whispered in my lips, sealed by a loving kiss.

I draw him closer, the heat of our kiss constantly growing. Groans and soft moans escaped both of us. After a breathless make-out session and many questioning look between us. He tears our clothes, leaving only our underwear to keep us semi-covered. Kisses that will definitely leave marks are placed on her neck, brutal ones, while he sucks and bites her soft spots making her turn into a puddle of pleasure and want in his arms as he carries her towards the waterfalls.

"What are you doing, we are in public?"

"Keep quiet then," he says as he directs us right under the falling water.

The temperature and the pressure of it is the first shock. But is forgotten shortly after as he hikes me higher and starts worshipping my tits. Taking one of my nipples in his mouth and plays with it, alternating between gently licking and forceful sucks accompanied by harsh bites, torturing me as he pinches with one of his hands and the other one. My hands fly to his hair pulling him closer, he happily obligates, chuckling at my neediness.

When he gets bored of his teasing, he lets go and rips my panties, which are thoroughly drenched both by my arousal and the water and removes his boxers.

"Ready?", he asks huskily.

"Yeah," I whisper, my voice unable to reach any louder tunes.

He connects our foreheads and keeps steady eye contact with me. He enters me in one swift motion, leaving both of us breathless and gasping for air. He sets a pace that hits every right spot just right, making me see stars, and moans flying out of my permanently open mouth. His movements are rough and deep at just the right speed. The water running down my body and the way his thrusts make me bounce… the insanity of it all driving me crazy and right at the edge. Only he would ever imagine doing such a thing. Getting me to such a beautiful place characterized by the waterfalls the one feature of nature I absolutely adore and thoroughly fuck me dumb until I can't remember my name, plaguing this place internally in my mind with this memory.

"You know what you are doing"

"About what? Getting you to cum in such a short time, yes I believe so."

"Everything, you planned this"

"Of course, I did, my love. Now scream my name as you come undone. I know you are close. I can feel it. Let go for me"

And that I did. His name yelled upward as my back arched, but getting lost in the force of the water. He continued riding out my orgasm. Kissing her chest, while driving into her hips, which were held in a tight grip and will be covered in hand-shaped bruises, losing themselves in the pleasure they felt. When they both came, they smiled at each other and silently thought about round two, no words needed to be said. As they ran and crashed into each other directly in the soil shit-eating grins plastered their faces.

"Now that we indulged in this one fantasy I believe that we should try one more."

"Which is?"

"Eat you out while in public, underneath the stars as you list each constellation you can think about." He whispered sweetly in my ear before leaving a butterfly kiss on my pulse point, feeling it jump in excitement. He crawled backwards placing both of my thighs on his shoulders and covering them in hickeys. Once he was satisfied with covering me up with his marks, he delved into my pussy. This was the first time I stuttered while listing my favourite constellations and the stories behind their names.

Teasing licks placed here and there, driving me crazy with want. My hands flew around to find something to steady me and my head never stayed still, being slowly covered in soil and fallen leaves. The flat of his tongue moved from bottom to top collecting everything that was dripping, earning highly praised whines. Things changed soon though. His movements became more frantic. His tongue flew in and out of her while he swallowed everything I offered him, flickering my clit and sucking at it making black spots dance in my hazy vision.

Heaven must feel like this, they both thought.

"What about Cassiopeia?" He asked, reminding me of the task at hand.

"She- Oh God… yes… just like that. Don't stop, don't you dare stop."

"Like that?" He hummed teasingly, as he devoured my whole being. The messy hair, the glistening skin covered in water and sweat, the pink tint in the cheeks, the already forming hickeys, everything seemed godlike to him.

"I'm close"

"I know. I got you"

As these words were spoken, heavy rain broke down, making every sensation hit them tenfold. He collected me in his arms, rubbing soothing circles on my back.

"We should do this again," I said into his skin

"God, if we don't have a fever we will be so lucky."

"Well, in my perspective we will get sick either way. Why don't we stay and try other fantasies"

"I love the way you think," he said as he leaned back into the soil, giggles breaking the pitter-patter of the rain, leading to an unforgettable night.

words: 1.029

Warnings: rough ummm yeah

For the military grumpy x grumpy situation in the beginning I had in mind that you are both in the military. Choose whichever branch you want (air force, navy etc.) You see each other all the time because you are in the same squad. You aren't friends exactly but there is some mutual respect.

Yet he always catches your eyes. Is he training for combat and his sweaty shirt clings to his body?

Of course you are looking at the practically see through shirt, admiring his abs.

Is he using his gun?

Well, look at how his hands flex.

Or is he carrying something while walking away?

His muscled back and sturdy shoulders need some attention don't you think ( hot take but this is the most attractive thing for a man, screw veiny arms). And well you get the point.

Now due to some kind of miracle you end up on a mission together, just the two you. But the stakes are high. You both know that there is a high possibility that you won't survive the following days. All the stress and tension ends up in...

You guessed it, a really hard fuck like it's the last time you will ever see each other. And I am talking against a wall, probably missionary because you want to see each other as you fear that soon one of you or both will be dead. Head banging in the wall and the sound of your skin slapping filling the room. You legs will be wrapped around his waist, your back resting in the wall and will everyone of his thrusts your body will move up and down.

But that is not enough. And he grabs your hips as leverage to bounce your body on his as much as possible.

Or... the needy sex you get when your military boyfriend is missing for a long time. Don't even get me started. Throwing you into the bed, grabbing handfuls of your body, trying to convince himself that you are real , that you are there with him and that you are not going anywhere, not letting you get out of your bed until you are both fucked out beyond recognition.

Warnings: the usual , fingering

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We all know that engineers are very good with their hands, especially their fingers.

I just know that having an engineer boyfriend feels like heaven. Imagine this it is late at night, you are both laying on the couch on your sides while spooning. His hands are playing with the hem of your shirt, dangling between his fingers and rubbing it, seeking comfort. Then they would slip underneath your waistband, moving back and forth just enough to trick you and not notice his hand slipping lower until its too late.

He would start by slowly teasing your folds. Then rubbing your clit, each movement been done to perfection due to his field of work, yet denying you the nice feeling of his fingers inside of you. Torturing you as your pussy clenches around nothing, and ignoring your whines .

When he finally gets bored he gives you what you need. One long finger entering you until its knuckles deep. Curling, finding and hitting all your sweet spots. Giving you enough friction to build up your orgasm but not enough to reach it, edging you beyond sanity. When he gives in the one finger turns into two, following the same pattern of movements, setting the same pace, as your hips jerk against his hand. Your body trying to find that bliss on its own and failing.

Everything feels already like it's too much and yet... and yet his thumb starts circling one again your clit. Starting to form shapes and pinching it every now and then. When you come you definitely see stars. Your vision turning into white as your body shuts down from the intensity of your orgasm. He guides you though through it, his movements never ceasing but gradually slowing down as you catch your breath and snuggling back into his chest.

Warnings: not my usual work but I was in the feels, really funny James, some suggestive content but not smut

The loud, booming music from downstairs rattles the walls. Gryffindor in celebration of winning this year's tournament decided to throw a school-wide party, organized by yours truly James Potter and Sirius Black. Even after many hours, the party was still in full swing. My eyes roam the room once again and my eyes fall at him. He looks incredibly handsome in that long lazy buttoned shirt and dark trousers. His eyes shine full of mischief as he catches me staring. I don't shy away from his gaze.

He smirks as he brings his cup, surely filled with Butterbeer, to his lips and throws me a wink. His fingers move clockwise three times, our signal. He moves from his spot against the wall, saying something to Peter as he walks off towards the staircase that leads to the boys' dormitory. I wait one, two, three long minutes until I follow him as sneakily as possible. He doesn't wait for me, she knows that I will find my way to him, all the secret hiding of our relationship has given me great knowledge of the Gryffindor House. I close the door quietly behind me as I enter the room and I am engulfed by his scent.

"You look-" he starts.

"No time for that." I cut him off and slammed my lips to his. He lifts me effortlessly and throws me to his bed. He crawls towards me and positions himself on top of me. I grab his face and kiss him again as my hands fly to his shirt, trying to get rid of it as quickly as possible. My dress follows his shirt across the room and he unclasps my bra, as his lips trail a fiery path of kisses and bites down my neck, across my collar bones and onto my chest. I am lost at the feel of him, at the feel of his lips on my body, of his greedy hands as they grab me harshly. Logic flying out of my head.

A quiet moan leaves my lips and he smiles victoriously until….

A knock is shortly followed by "Mate open up I have the girl out here."

"Well I have a girl in here." Remus fires back angrily as I cover myself and he throws his head but into his pillow while groaning, as James's muffled voice sounds.

"No you don't."

I smack his chest as he pulls up his pants and hastily puts his shirt on. "We are hanging out in here."

"Which one is going to have sex in here , me or you?" Remus's face drops at that, his eyes dramatically rolling, ticking his jaw, hitting his head to the door while zipping up his pants and I giggle at his antics.

"Well I suppose I would have to say, you." He practically growls and fires me a sharp look. I simply smile at him as I slowly let go of his duvet and dress myself up. "What if we were watching a movie in here?"

"Which movie?" I chuckle at James's reply and stalk towards Remus. He pouts at me and places his hands on my ass squeezing lightly.

"I will kill him, I swear. Give me a reason not to do it." He whispers.

"Well you won't be having this in prison." I answer as I wiggle my ass while it's still in his hold and reach my face to his to rub our noses, like an Eskimo kiss.

"You are so right, why didn't I think of that." He is still annoyed but humor colors his words.

"Moony?"

"We are watching Dead Poets Society." Remus answers calmly as he sways into an imaginary beat.

"Really? I fucking love that movie."

"Of course you do." Remus says darkly, causing a small laugh from me.

"Potter let them be." Lily's voice says and both me and Remus stop moving. To say we are shocked would be an understatement.

"It's okay, Lils, we will go somewhere else." I say before Remus tries to stop me. We check ourselves in the mirror before we exit the dorm, smiling at our friends and their shocked reaction as we head outside.

"How long have you not been… whatever you were?" Lily's quiet voice says.

"What are you talking about? "

"You can't stand each other."

"Yes but since you are all dating we are each other's only option for a decent conversation." I tell her.

"Yes I would really much prefer it if she just couldn't talk." Remus says and the last thing they see is a very smug Remus Lupin and me with fiery cheeks as I remember how exactly he can shut me up.

warnings: smut ... feral bathroom sex, arguing in the beginning, practically hate sex... was in my feels and found this unfinished in my drafts .... so here you go

"Well, it's not my fault you are so unlikable that no one wants to spend time with you. That's why you have no friends. You are so pretentious, stubborn, and an annoying perfectionist that you open your mouth, and people instantly hate you -”

My hand flew and connected with his cheek way before my brain processed the slap that answered his harsh words. My eyes gave their own battle as they fought the urge to slip the tears that threatened all my integrity. I sharply turned to my heels and walked as fast as possible back to my apartment, hugging my bag to the front of my chest.

As the door closes behind me, I rest my back on it as tears roll down my cheeks. Maybe he is right. Maybe that's why nobody likes me because of my character. I close my eyes in frustration, in need to relax, and a shower sounds so tempting right now. I head towards the bathroom and run the facet. Thank God; at least warm water is available. I change out of my clothes and stare at my reflection in the mirror. I seem hollow, my eyes are puffy and red from crying, and dark circles hang beneath my eyes. My cheeks are flaming, and my nose feels stuffy. The doorbell startles me from my self-pity. Whoever it is, they will go away just wait it out. The bell rang a second time, then a third.

I cover myself with a towel. Walk towards the door, peek from the peephole, and every movement is made automatically. What is he doing here? Didn't he already make me feel like trash? As I open the door, I say, "Wasn't what you already said enough? What do you want now? A round two of insulting me?"

"I want to apolog-,”

"I don't need your apology; I want you gone. Gone from my doorstep and gone from my life. Forever."

"Can you just -"

"No.”

"Please, let me -”

"Leave now.”

"DO YOU EVER SHUT UP?" he yelled. His face was bright red. His brows furrowed, and his pupils were a dilated, dangerous black. A vein was jumping in his neck.

"You show up here. In my house, after belittling me to apologize and have the audacity to yell at me because I do not want to listen to any of your absurd lecturing. You shouldn't even be here."

He stares at me intensely, breathing hard.

His arms unexpectedly shot out. He grabs my face and smashes his lips to mine. Kissing me hard, pouring all emotion onto it. He stalks into the house, pushing me against the wall. My towel pulls lower, and he takes advantage of that, turning his head slightly downwards towards my neck, leaving hickeys and harsh bites.

"Interesting. What a fascinating way to shut you up. I should have thought of it sooner." he murmurs onto my skin.

"You cocky bastard. Get out now."

"Hush, you. We both know we wanted this for a really long time. Let me make you feel good." His movements now are slow and deliberate, downright teasing. Sucking at my collarbones, then the tops of my breasts.

"Well, well, what do we have here? Were you about to take a shower?"

A breathless "Yes" was the only answer he received. He wraps his lips around my nipple sucking at it, circling it with his tongue, lapping and kissing.

"I can't change your plans now, can I? Maybe I should join you. And make it up to you. Show how sorry I am. What do you think?" His words are muffled, his mouth full by my other breast.

"I think… that we should enter the second door to the right down the hall” I say, moaning.

And that we do. I jump and wrap my legs around him. The towel is long forgotten on the floor. We bumped into the threshold of the bathroom door, the shower was running, the window was fogged up, and we both entered under the soft drizzle of the showerhead. Remus cursed before claiming that it was “too bloody hot, almost scalding” and I glared at him. He simply fired a smirk at me before pressing me into the wall. My legs are hanging loosely around him as he presses into me. His shirt is soaked just like his pants, and I would be able to make out every hard ridge in his body, from his abs to his cock. He grabs my hands and pins them just above my head. He slowly grinds on me, and I try to rotate my hips or even move them, but to no avail. He is simply too strong, and the bastard chuckles at my torment.

“You didn't think it would be that easy, did you?” He mouths at my breast, and he continues his movements. If the darned fabric of his trousers was there, he would easily be inside me and rocking me the way he did now. But, they offered a terribly good friction to my clit. One that quickly made me see stars and stained his pants.

I pant as I come down from my high, and he positions me in front of the cold glass on trembling legs. He has a good grip on my waist as he pushes me flush to the glass. My nipples hurt from the pressure, and the cold temperature and my neck stained to the side. I feel at my backside, his bare skin and his cock rubbing at the arch of my back, and I move my ass backwards, trying to get closer to him. He bites at the lobe of my ear, pulling at it before delivering a hard smack on my ass. I jumped slightly at the contact before moaning. He smirks at my neck as he trails his hand on my clit and he gently thumbs it. My eyes roll back as he enters one finger into my tight hole. He is knuckle deep as he curls his long slender finger, and he tries to find my g-spot. He draws back, and a small whine escapes me before he presses back with two fingers. He scissors them and curls them in the rhythm of my movement as I try to ride them. With his other hand, he alternates between twiking my nipple, fondling my breasts, and spanking my ass. Soon enough, I am once again over the edge and coming down hard.

He enters me from behind before I can catch my breath, and he fists my hair into his hand and draws my back to his shoulder.

“Scream for me, love. Tell the world how good I make you feel.”

His pace is relentless, my skin slaps against his, and the glass and silent screams exit my mouth. I am long gone from this world, too far deep into the pleasure. If anyone was to enter into the bathroom, he would see two breasts stuck into the glass, the body attached to them appearing and disappearing in a crazy fast pace and two hands trying to grab the smooth surface. He would also hear moans, groans, and curses accompanying the soft music of their bodies.

Remus grabs the running shower head, and he selects the most powerful option before positioning it on my clit. My eyes fly open, and a long scream sounds; that could be his name strangled out. We both hit our pick as I tighten impossibly around him, and he draws the water away, trying to be gentle with my overstimulated and sensitive body. I stay in his embrace, unable to move and trying to understand what the hell just happened.

“We should fight more often. If this is how it's going to end.” He says, chuckling as he bites my shoulder and grabs handfuls of my flesh.

No … yes … I hate him … thoughts travel too fast into my head, and he is still inside me. I clench around him, and he hisses in pain. Maybe we should do it again to get my payback…

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Masterlist No.2 (no.1 here)

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Aftercare

Mean bf Remus ¤

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God I hate you ¤

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please please please do some kind of biker boy with his helmet on. like maybe he shows up at your house and takes you on a ride and then while you’re both still jacked up on adrenaline he takes you for a different kind of ride ???

omg I love that... I kind lost myself in that one I will admit that, this brought me out of hibernation

WARNINGS: smut obviously, riding with many twists, it's really filthy tbh, I need a biker!bf now, fem!reader, no use of y/n or she/her but reader is described as feminine, keeping helmets and biker gear on, taking pictures... um I think that's it

The birds were chirping all around you, the peaceful scenery disturbed by grutal moans and high-pitched gasps.

Let's backtrack shall we?

It was supposed to be a peaceful day, one to celebrate your anniversary. He came over somewhere after six o'clock, the sun was closing to its descent. He was wearing his riding leathers, a fit black jacket that hugged his muscled arm and back, showing off his broad shoulders that I so loved to scratch and bite. He looked absolutely beautiful, as the visor of his helmet was drawn up and he removed one of his gloves to send a quick text. Soon enough I exited the house and approached him while zipping up my own jacket, similar to his, total black except for the thin red lines that highlighted my figure and the padded places. It was a beautiful piece, one he had given me a few days after he purchased the bike, claiming that “As much as I love my bike, I love my girl more.” Just as I drew close enough he grabbed my helmet before positioning it over my head and securing it in place.

Only God knew for how long we round along the sea and into the forest, a magnificent picture that for many reasons would stay in my mind untainted. My hands rested around his waist as the wind whipped around us. When he slowed down, I realized I wanted more, it was too soon. Yes arguably the view was amazing and yes it must have been tiring for him. But, I wanted more. All that speed, and all this adrenaline had a weird reaction to me. My mind calmed, it got scarily quiet as it was free to drift everywhere and nowhere at the same time, since I knew that he was in control, that he would keep me safe should anything happen. He turned to my drawing up his visor and his eyes looked back at me full of mischief and mirth. Somehow he grabbed my thighs and positioned me on his lap. That was when I noticed that he was hard.

His hands flew everywhere as he tried to get rid of my pants, lowering them to the ground before he freed himself from his own confidences.

My world... he was everything.

He tore my panties before slowly aligning my hips with his before drawing me down. Our helmets clashed together, our sound muffled from them. He grabbed my ass and he started bouncing me, giving me the message to set my own pace. Too quickly, quicker that I would like to admit we both clashed down. Everything was a haze of greedy hands, skin that stinged from the force of our thrusts and foggy visors. He had removed his jacket, and he was just in black tank top as his arms flexed with his movements and the muscles in his back popped underneath my hands. The leather of the seat was stained with our releases.

He removed himself from me, and he stood as he turned me around. He opened my jacket and opened up my shirt, leaving me in just my bra and the jacket.

“Grab the handles” his voice was soft and lethal. “Ride the bike. Ride it the way you would ride me.”

My skin heated as I did as he said. The leather underneath me was already coated made a minimum friction against me and I straddled the bike better before circling my hips. My clit dragged against the fabric and my breath stuttered. My back arched and I continued my misdoings. It was filthy and apparently utterly sexy, because he couldn't keep his eyes off of me. His hand was pumping his cock in time with my movements. It wasn't enough and I whined his name. He chuckled darkly and snapped a picture before he positioned himself behind me. One of his arms reached forward to one of the mirrors before moving it so that he could see my face, or what was visible of my face. He grabbed my hips and ground them down, pressing my flushed against the seat before moving me back and forth. It was too much. The pressure was driving me crazy and within minutes I was gone. When I opened my eyes again, I was laying sprawled, my legs dangling from each side, as the cold air blew in my most sensitive area. He was on top of me, his eyes impossibly dark as he repositioned himself inside of me and he grabbed the handles, using them to stabilize himself before he started rocking my world.

His thrusts were deep and hard, we were both panting as the bike rocked forwards and he slammed the brakes to stop us from falling down. This had to be the most crazy thing we had ever done. We could get caught at any minute but I could find myself caring about that as he drew out of me one orgasm after the other we were both spent, when we finally calmed down.

“Well that happened” he whispered “Never you would be such a freak.”

I laughed as I slammed his visor in place. “You are the freak, you took pictures.”

“That I did. And what beautiful pictures they are. They shall keep me good company when I am alone.”

words: I have no idea

Request: Remus Lupin x fem!reader

Plot: Remus and reader studying together while she sits on his lap, but she realizes she wants him and grinds on him while he tries to work

WARNINGS: smut, shy insecure Reader, Remus helping in his unique way ....

I changed the plot a little bit ...

The soft sound of the needle scratching the vinyl filled the room. All the songs have come to an end and Remus and I didn't even notice we had been too engrossed in our studies. Or more likely he was and I was simply staring at him. He was scrunching up his nose and poking his tongue out every time he tried to understand something. He seemed good and happy. That was when you decided to attack him. You quickly climbed over him and straddled his lap, before placing kisses on his neck.

For god’s sake, he thought. You looked so beautiful taking charge of him and making him writhe like this. This wasn't something that he would usually indulge in but if it meant that you would kiss him senseless and drive the breath clean out of him he was all in. You didn’t usually climb on top of your boyfriend to attack him with senseless kisses of your own accord, usually, it was the opposite. It was a magnificent change for him, one he welcomed with open arms.

“Whoa,” Remus took a sharp breath, wrapping an arm around your waist as you bucked your hips against him. “Dove, may I ask what …. what brought this—ah—on?”

“No, not really” you muttered against his collarbones as you grabbed his loosened tie to crush your lips to his. You knew that your newfound confidence and control wouldn't last long, Remus would quickly seek a way to turn things around.

“You’re going to be the death— of me.” Remus stuttered, feeling sweat lining all over his body. you were a vixen under the guise of a proper girl. He supposed he already knew that but tonight drove the fact home. If he were, to be honest, to be honest, he liked you this way better. Your sailor's mouth and timid confidence were facts about you that he only seemed to know. He felt powerful that way because he could keep you from the world.

He was a mess of swollen lips, heavily panting under your hands. And Godrick, now you were trailing sloppy kisses down his chest, and then too near to his crotch, that had been his last straw before grabbing your hips in a tight hold, turning you around, and spreading your legs. He positioned one of his thighs, letting you rest your wait there as you started moving back and forth. He stilled you with a commanding hand.

“How about a game? You answer my questions correctly, you get fucked like the good girl I know you are. Otherwise …” He let his voice fade and you were tempted to answer one of his questions wrong, just for the fun of it. Just to see how far he could go this time. He would never hurt you, not really. He was too much of a sweetheart for that.

“What if I don't want to, Professor?” You said with a sultry voice. And he playfully rolled his eyes at you.

“Do not tease me, you minx.” He said in your ear before bouncing his leg harshly, and a gasp let you at the sudden movement and pressure in your clit. “Now let's start shall we?”

You nodded so fast that you knocked the back of your head to his nose. Every time you answered correctly he rubbed your clit in harsh tight circles. Every time you answered wrong he bounced his leg while he kept you in place. Your head had been working overtime to try to even think of an answer without even caring about its correctness. Either way, the pleasure you got from simply answering was more than enough to drive you crazy.

Your head had been spinning once he stopped moving. His voice didn't sound any longer, the only sound that sounded in the room was your heavy labored breathing. He placed a sweet kiss on your pulse point before he turned you around once again. A wicked grin was plastered on his face as he slipped inside of you. You haven't even registered the sound of him lowering his pants. Your legs wrapped around his chair as an anchor, his thrusts were so hard and so deed that you bounced with their force, and your hips were pressed flush against his. He buried his head into your chest, feeling your racing heartbeat as your softness enveloped him in more places than one. All thoughts about his friends burging into the room flew out of his head as his whole world redacted into you.

Stuttered breathing reached his ears as your muffled voice called out to him to stop, to never stop, and muttered his name with colorful names. He absolutely loved it when you lost control and cursed him for what he did to you. No one would know that his sweet girl loved to be fucked harshly to the point where youwas nothing but his fuck toy. Without warning you fell over the edge and he tried to remove his head from your embrace to admire your beauty. Your cheeks were flushed and tears slipped from your eyes as he came inside of you.

He pressed kisses on your forehead trying to calm you down, gathered into his arms. He was still deep inside of you and you rolled your hips against his. What you were trying to chase he didn't know, but he let you, curiosity got the best of him. Soon he was hard inside you again but he collected all of his willpower to let you take charge you had earned it. You whined his name pathetically, begging him to please just fuck you. He felt cruel and maybe he was, but you had to start claiming what you deserved without his help, even from him.

You got the hang of it pretty quickly and he was glad to praise his smart girl. Your legs were quivering around him, barely able to keep your weight. Just when they were about to give out he grabbed the back of your thighs helping you lift your weight but doing nothing else. He was leaking inside of you, you were doing the best job and he told you as much. A few minutes after you both tipped over the edge and this time he removed himself from you and positioned you back on his thigh. Without missing a beat you started riding his leg and he felt his eyes roll to the back of his head. It was going to be a long night for the two of you, he knew that because from the moments you looked at him with those eyes and with that pout on your lips, he was unapologetically wrapped around your finger.

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