THE UMBRELLA ACADEMY: 02x09 || 03x05

stranger things, starring: these guys (via)

Stranger Things s02e02 x s04e08 parallel

dealer’s choice

pairing. eddie munson x female! reader

an. i…everybody take a look at my dream man. I’m literally not kidding guise that’s actually who i will marry. i promise. i’ll share him with u if u reblog and comment tho<3 i’ve got more eddie on my mind so follow @ohcapfics​ for latest updates<3 synopsis. your dealer’s always been a bit sweet on you – giving you deals and letting you try out new shit. he even lets you make house calls! and pick the music, and sit on his lap…and… 

warnings. 18+. i am beating minors off with a stick rn. drugs, drug dealing, kissing, sexually explicit lang, sexually explicit acts: fondling over clothes & under clothes and grinding/thigh riding. sponsored by sat in your lap by kate bush.

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disobedience | remus lupin x reader

word count: 1.4k+

summary: remus tries to train his puppy in the art of patience, however, you are anything but; something remus is willing to remedy after your little bout of disobedience.

warnings: fem!reader (18+), teacher/student relationship, d/s dynamics, hard!dom!prof!remus, puppy reader, pet play, puppy training, collar and leash, some dumbification, shoe play (idk if that’s a thing ??), orgasm denial, punishment, degradation/a bit of objectification/degrading names, fear kink for a sec, gagging, penetrative sex, allusions to pup headspace, implied breeding kink

before you read: (one) reader isn't a hybrid, she's a human and (two) she's fully nude in case you don't catch that. enjoy!

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You realize now that it was ineffectual when you craned your neck forward in the hopes that this time you'd find some relief from your uncomfortable position on the floor–some solace in the man that sat before you, head bowed and back hunched over his papers–because you were immediately pulled back by the restraint around your neck. The familiar tsk from his lips had your bottom lip protruding.

"If you can't sit still," he said, "you mustn't be here." His eyes never left his work, and his words were accompanied by the harsh sound of his quill scribbling on the parchment before him. "You know better. Don't make me repeat it." His voice was stern, explicative, though not unkind; Remus was not a mean man. And you did know better, but you couldn't very well tell him that.

You were close enough to reach him if you outstretched an arm–close enough to smell him–but not close enough to lay your head on his knee or have his hand on your head and pet your hair as he usually did.

You ground down on your heel, desperate for friction because maybe Remus won't notice if you did it for just a second–your want had been bubbling beneath the surface ever since he clipped your leash to his desk. But Remus didn't miss the movement from the corner of his eye.

He was no longer hunching over the coffee table; his arm outstretched, and he was gripping you by your collar before you could blink. "What did I say 'bout sitting still, puppy, hm? You too dumb to understand, or r'you too much of a needy pup that y'can't wait for y'owner to do it for you?" His eyes looked from your face to your core before he let out an incredulous scoff. "Y'dripping like a whore." He let go of your collar and sat back on the sofa. The force he lets go of you makes you lose your balance, and you have to plant a hand on the floor to keep yourself from tipping over. "Next time, wait for me," he said as he picked up his quill. "Now y'have to wait even longer. Be a good girl f'me, won't you?"

A whimper was on the tip of your tongue before Remus shot you a stern look, one that left no room for begging, so you bite your tongue.

So you sat and waited. You watched Remus grade paper after paper, watched the steady waft of steam from his cup of tea slowly come to an end and the way the sun had come to settle just above the horizon.

You were growing restless, the heel of your foot no longer enticed you, and you wanted him. So you reached out and tugged on Remus's pant leg.

"Yes, puppy?"

All you could do was let out a low whine as you continued to pull at his clothes and only hope that it would best convey how needy you were.

"You want me?" Remus asked, though he showed no sign of his usual snarkiness nor interest in the way you were trying to pull him toward you, it was a genuine thought. He sat back on the sofa and eyed you; flushed skin, a wobbling lower lip and a heaving chest.

He gave you a look that said fine before his dress shoe came into view, and he was pushing you away from him. You braced yourself on your elbows when you felt something hard press against your centre.

Remus was lazily dragging the tip of his shoe across your clit as he continued to read the work before him. You couldn't stifle your moans as he pressed his foot harder against you, and you had just barely started grinding your hips in sync with his movements before your thighs began trembling and all sorts of noises started tumbling from your lips as your impending climax approached. But when Remus moved to retract his foot, you inanely gripped onto his ankle to keep him in place, desperate to come after waiting for so long-

"Pup," Remus growled, yanking his foot from your hold, "D'you not understand what it means to be a good girl? Or r'you too fuckin' dumb?" You scrambled onto your knees and shuffled forward, desperate to get his foot back, get anything, so you could cum. "Good puppies take what they get 'n nothing more."

You whined again and grasped onto his shoe, trying to pull it toward you, but Remus jerked his foot away from you once again. You were too desperate to wait any longer, and your thoughts were running rampant in your head, and so the word fell from your lips unbidden.

Before you could clamp your mouth shut, look up at Remus's red face with a pleading look, you had been turned over onto your hands and knees, and Remus's front was pressed to your back.

"What was that, puppy?" Remus's breath caressed the shell of your ear, and though it sent a shiver down your spine, it was nothing familiar to the usual exhilaration you'd feel thrumming through your veins. "Did'ya say 'please'?" You could hear the grin in his voice, though it was not one of happiness but of sinister excitement. "Oh, pup," he cooed, "y'know better than that."

Remus stood, but you kept your head down–afraid to look up–and you braced yourself for your impending punishment. But all you heard was the click of the clasp of your leash. You were no longer bound to the desk.

"Open wide, puppy." Before you could do as Remus said, he roughly gripped your jaw and shoved his tie in your mouth. The unexpected intrusion caused tears to prick your eyes, and Remus gave your cheek a pat. "That's better."

He moved behind you once more, the end of your leash gripped in his right hand, tugging you back ever so slightly with every move he made.

"Now, puppy," you could hear the clink of Remus unbuckling his belt and the zip of undoing his zipper, "because you're such an impatient little brat, you'll get my cock now." One of Remus's rough hands splayed over your ass. "How's that sound, babypup? That's right, good puppies don't speak, do they?"

The tie in your mouth muffled the whine spilling past your lips when you felt Remus's cock prod at your entrance. "That's right," Remus murmured, "you just stay nice 'n quiet. Be a good fuck toy f'me, won't you?"

Finally, he thrusts into you, and he wastes no time in letting you adjust to him. "Such a wet little whore," Remus groans, his length filling you to the brim, and you want to tell him how good it feels, but the tie restricts it, and when Remus starts pounding into you at a merciless rhythm, any coherent thought you once had is long forgotten. "C'mon, puppy," Remus croons as he tugs on your leash, and you merely whimper as your feeble body moves in whichever way he likes, "'m I fuckin' you dumb? Dumb puppy?"

You try to nod your head because you truly feel like a dumb puppy, but if you can't even grip onto the rug below you, there's no way you could do even that.

"Y'not gonna cum, y'know that?" Remus grunts. "Y'don't deserve it after bein' such a greedy little whore, playing with y'puppyparts right in front of me."

The tie muffles your unintelligible babbling, and so you feel a steady trail of dribble leaking down your chin. Your legs have been trembling ever since he turned you over, and you feel yourself clenching around Remus's length.

"Y'wanna cum, don't you?" Remus groans as his hips begin to pick up their pace, his hips slamming into your ass, and you dimly think about the bruises that will decorate your backside tomorrow. "Your tight little hole's gonna make me cum, babypup. Y'want my cum, puppy?" An incoherent sound bubbles in your throat, and Remus takes it as accordance.

His hips give one last thrust, and he finally stills. You whimper when you feel his hot release coat your walls, and something about the way he's gripping onto your leash, his nose in your hair and his left arm encircling your body, keeping you flush to him, makes you feel like he's branding you in a way he hasn't before.

Your body still aches for release, but when Remus holds you in his lap and tells you what a good girl you were and that maybe he'll reconsider your punishment tomorrow, you mindlessly nod your head because you both know you'll agree to anything he says, and all you can think about are the strong arms that are keeping you upright and his seed slowly seeping down your thighs.

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Vanilla

A/N: this man has consumed my every thought- someone please send help…and holy water.

Summary: Eddie is the school freak, but you have a theory that that’s the only place he’s freaky. He intends on proving you very wrong.

Pairing: Eddie x fem!reader

Warnings: smut, oral (m receiving/ face fucking/swallowing), spitting, choking, unprotected sex, use of pet names, edging/orgasm denial, slight degradation?

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“My ears, guys! My innocent ears!” Dustin yelled, hands thrown up in disgust.

“All I said was I didn’t think Eddie was very kinky, is all,” you defended yourself.

“Gross!” Mike groaned. The rest of the Hellfire Club just tuned you out as they went back to preparing for the campaign. Eddie was known as the freak of Hawkins High but you had a feeling that was the only place he was a freak. You had no way of actually proving your theory…well there was one way…but you would never dare to venture there with Eddie.

You were his close friend and nothing more. The crush you had on him years before was snuffed out when you noticed how he would look at other girls, or more recently Chrissy Cunningham, and it was different than the way he looked at you. So you pushed down your feelings until they were nothing.

“Why don’t you just ask Eddie?” Lucas suggested.

“Ask Eddie what?” Eddie himself asked, finally joining the group.

“Nothing!” You shouted.

The group chuckled to themselves while Eddie eyed you all suspiciously.

“Uh okay, shall we begin then?” He asked. Everyone nodded and he took his seat on the throne. You couldn’t deny how good he looked sitting there, in control of the entire group. You couldn’t help but think about him having control over you in other situations, maybe even having sit on his throne while you su-

“Earth to (Y/N)!” Dustin yelled, snapping you out of your trance. Everyone was staring at you, waiting for you to roll the dice.

“Shit, sorry.” You tried to focus on the campaign but Eddie kept his eyes on you the entire night and kept making sure you were okay, claiming you seemed out of it and even offering to postpone the campaign, must to everyone’s dismay. You ensured him that you were fine and that he was just too much of a softie. You were determined to finish the night and get home to shake off the annoying tension that had settled within you.

After what seemed like an eternity, the campaign finally ended. You celebrated with your friends and hung around for a bit after. You chatted with Mike and Dustin while Eddie and the other guys talked in the corner. You swore you caught them glancing at you a few times but you tried to tell yourself you were just being paranoid.

You grabbed your bag and bid a farewell to your friends, making a beeline for the door. You had just barely exited the room when you felt someone grab your hand. You knew from the cool rings on your skin who it was.

“Eddie, what’s up?”

“I was wondering if you wanted to swing by my trailer later? I actually picked up a copy of that new horror flick you wanted to see at the video store today so I thought maybe you’d want to come by and watch it with me,” he said almost nervously. You smiled at the sweet man and nodded immediately.

“Yeah, I’d love that. Just let me run home real quick and I’ll meet you at your place, yeah?”

“Sounds like a plan,” he said with a huge grin. Having movie nights with Eddie was nothing unusual, having been good friends for a while now. His trailer was like a second home to you so you thought nothing of it when you knocked on the door after going home and changing.

After knocking again and getting no response, you decided to just go in. You knew his uncle wasn’t home and his van was there so you figured he just fell asleep.

“Eddie? Eds, are you here?” You called out. You walked into his room and saw that the bed was empty, but before you could turn back around an arm snaked around your waist and pulled you flush against their chest. “Jesus, Eddie! You scared me shitless!”

“My apologies, m’lady,” he said quietly. “Although you should be the one apologizing. You’ve greatly wounded me, (Y/N).” You tried to break free from his grasp but his arm was firm.

“What are you talking about, weirdo?” Your heart was racing as you waited for his answer.

“I heard that you think I’m vanilla and I’m very offended,” he said. Your stomach dropped and you swore vengeance on every one of those loud mouth nerds in the club.

“Eddie, I was joking,” you tried to laugh and move away, but once again his grip tightened.

“What makes you think I’m not a freak in the sheets, princess?” He asked. Goosebumps covered your skin when you heard the pet name fall from his lips. You were confused about what was happening but you didn’t hate it- in fact you liked the way he was displaying his dominance. His free hand snaked up and grabbed your throat, giving it a light squeeze. “I asked you a question.”

“I-I don’t know. I just know you’re not actually his hard-ass, freaky weirdo like everyone makes you out to be so I figured you’d be a gentleman in bed as well,” you admitted. You figured this was just some joke he was playing on you but you couldn’t stop the effect it was having on you.

“So you’ve thought about me in bed?” He asked, the cockiness evident in his voice.

“No!” He took the hand from your throat and swatted your ass.

“Don’t lie, sweetheart.”

“F-fine, yes,” you said.

“What did you think about?”

“Eddie-” He turned you around finally and and backed you against the wall.

“Tell me no right now and I’ll stop,” he whispered, staring deeply into your eyes. You hesitated and you saw doubt flash across his features. His grip on you loosened and he began to let go but you stopped him.

“I didn’t say no,” you said. He looked at you and said nothing so you repeated yourself. “I didn’t say to stop, Munson. Unless you’re just all talk and no action, proving my theory to be correct.”

Confidence appeared once more in his wolffish grin.

“Oh, baby, you’re gonna wish you never said that,” he chuckled. He hovered inches from your lips and your body yearned for him to kiss you. You heard him grab something metal but you couldn’t be bothered to look. Eddie moved you from the wall and threw you onto his mattress. You looked up at the wild haired man, who you noticed was holding handcuffs.

“Well are you just going to stand there or are you gonna do something?” You asked.

“I’m gonna put that sassy mouth to good use, is what I’m gonna do,” he answered. “Hands out in front of you.”

You gladly threw your hands out, allowing him to cuff you. He placed them above your head and instructed you not to move them. He quickly rid himself of his clothes and climbed over you so his cock was sitting inches from your lips.

“Open, pretty girl.” He tapped the tip against your bottom lip as he said it. You opened only slightly, not enough for him to slide in. He reached down and grabbed your face in his hand. “I’m gonna have to fuck some obedience into you, aren’t I?”

You opened your mouth to answer and he took the opportunity to slide his cock down your throat, earning a gag and wide eyes in response.

“Hmm that’s much better,” he chuckled before he started to fuck your mouth. He went slow at first, taking time the appreciate how your lips felt wrapped around his cock. If you only knew how many nights he had dreamt of this exact scenario.

You looked up at him through hooded eyes, pupils blown with lust as you hallowed out your cheeks. It caused his rhythm to falter and he snapped his hips into you a little too rough, your hands flying down to his waist. He was quick to pull out, a string of saliva still connecting your mouth to him. He pushed your hands back over your head and smiled.

“That’s your only warning, princess. Don’t move them again.” You nodded and opened your mouth again. He slid the entirety of his length down your throat, only stopping when his balls were snug to your chin. You did you best to take him as you knew he was testing you. Your eyes burned with tears threatening to escape as you waited for him to move. “Good girl.”

He pulled out and let you suck in a breath before resuming. You could tell he was getting close so you sucked harder, wanting to taste his release. He was moaning and whispering how well you were doing and you wanted to see him come undone. When he felt your lips tighten he pulled out with a pop. A whine escaped your lips and the cocky motherfucker laughed.

“So greedy,” he mumbled, running a thumb over your swollen lips. He opened your mouth and spit into it, making you even more wet than you ever thought possible. He decided the best way to get your shirt off was to rip it down the middle but you knew better to protest. He slid your shorts off of your body, leaving you in only a bra and panties. “So gorgeous. Do you know how long I’ve thought about this? Of the things I’ve wanted to do to you?”

“Don’t tell me what you want to do, show me,” you said. You brought your hands down without thinking and he grabbed them.

“Bad girl,” he smirked.

“But-”

“No buts, sweetheart, you disobeyed me.” You rolled your eyes at his comment and you saw his gaze darken. He didn’t break eye contact with you while he slid his hand down your body and into your panties. You hissed from the coolness of his rings against your warm skin as he rubbed slow circles on your clit.

“Eddie, you haven’t even kissed me yet,” you whined. He leaned down like he was going to but stopped, ghosting his lips over yours. You desperately wanted him to kiss you while he slid a finger, then two, into you. You tried to close the remaining distance between you but his free hand was quick to push you back down. His hand remained on your throat as a warning.

“Good things happen to good girls, and you’ve been bad. So be a good girl and just focus on my fingers fucking that tight little cunt.” His words sent shockwaves through your body. His fingers did feel amazing stretching you out, pumping into you until his rings teased your clit.

Your climax was already beginning to build and was only spurred on when his thumb rubbed your clit. Your back arched in pleasure but you made sure to keep your hands above your head. Your pussy began to clench his fingers and he knew you were close. Just as you were about to cum, Eddie halted his actions completely.

“What the fu-”

“Only good girls get to cum.” He pulled off your panties completely and groaned at the sight of your dripping pussy. He slowly began to pump his fingers into you again, building up your release once more. “That was for moving your hands when I told you not to.” His pace quickened, his thumb circling your sensitive nerve once more. “Have you been a good girl since?”

“Yes, Eddie! Please!” You begged. You could feel your walls fluttering again, praying he would let you cum this time. You were almost there when-

“Ah, ah, ah. But you tried to kiss me,” he said, pulling his fingers from you.

“Fuck you, Munson,” you cried at the loss of contact.

“Hmm that wasn’t very nice, (Y/N). I think that earned you one more time,” he said with a smirk, bringing his fingers back but not touching you.

“No, please! I’m sorry!” You quickly said. “Please, I’ll be good just fuck me.” He pulled his hand away and bit his lip, drinking in the sight of you almost completely naked in his bed- handcuffed- begging for him to fuck you. He could’ve sworn it was a dream but no dream he had had before was ever as good as this.

“You’re that desperate for my cock, princess? You want me to fill you up?” He asked, lining up with your entrance.

“Fuck, yes, Eddie. I’ve wanted that for so long,” you told him. He pushed just the tip in and paused.

“How long?”

“Fuck, since I met you.” He pushed in a little more, making you moan.

“And do you still think I’m vanilla?”

“Jesus Christ, Eddie. No, you’re not vanilla!” He finally bottomed out inside of you and stilled. He unlocked your handcuffs and as soon as he did your hands were around his neck and he was thrusting into you mercilessly. Your fingers threaded into his hair while he sucked hickies onto your neck.

You felt that familiar feeling building inside of you once again and you worried that Eddie would stop. You tried to compose yourself as best you could; maybe if he didn’t know you were going to cum he wouldn’t stop. But Eddie was smarter than that. He could tell by the way your breathing changed and your cunt tightened that you were close.

“Hold on for me, baby girl. Not yet,” he grunted. You thought his trailer might fall apart at the hinges with how hard he was pounding into you. And you were certain that the entire neighborhood knew what was going on.

Eddie grabbed one leg and hooked it over his arm, putting you at a slightly new angle.

“Fuck, that’s it,” he moaned. “Cum for me, sweetheart. Cum on my cock.” His words sent you over the edge and you felt like your entire body might combust. Waves of pleasure rolled over you and Eddie finally crashed his lips to yours in a heated kiss. You decided then and there you never wanted to stop kissing him.

His hips lost their rhythm as he tried to prolong your orgasm for as long as he could. You had never felt so good in your entire life. When he was satisfied, he pulled out and broke the kiss.

“Open up for me again, pretty girl,” he said, cock pressed to your lips. You eagerly took him in your mouth and sucked him off. He didn’t last much longer, his cum coating your tongue. You swallowed every last drop until he collapsed next to you.

You both laid there staring at the ceiling, nothing but your breathing filling the room. You were debating confessing your feelings for him but you didn’t want to risk the embarrassment if that was nothing more than a one time thing for him. Maybe that’s why he didn’t kiss you until the end, because kissing was too intimate for a fling.

Your inner turmoil must’ve been apparent on your face because when Eddie turned to look at you he could tell something was up.

“You know, people usually look happier after sex,” he chuckled. “Was that okay? Was I too much? I would’ve stopped if I knew-”

“No, it was great! You were great! I was just lost in my thoughts is all,” you said.

“I’m surprised you can form any thoughts after that five star fucking,” he smirked. You rolled your eyes and laughed.

“You’re good, Munson, but not that good.”

“Is that so?” He asked with an exaggerated gasp. He rolled over so that he was half on top of you. “I’ll just have to do better next time.”

“Sooo… there’s gonna be a next time?” You asked nervously. He reached a hand up to caress your face.

“I would really like there to be a next time. And a time after that and a time after that,” he said. You smiled and he kissed you, slow and sweet. “I’ve liked you for a really long time, I just never had the guts to say anything because you’re like way out of my league.”

“You’re such an idiot, Eddie,” you laughed.

“It’s true! When I saw you sitting alone in the cafeteria all those years ago I went up to you with the intention of asking you out, but then you smiled at me and my heart literally stopped and I just chickened out. So I figured having you as my friend was better than nothing but lately it’s gotten so hard to keep my feelings to myself. So when the guys told me what you said I figured it would be a good opportunity to say something but then it just escalated into something so much more amazing and um yeah I really like you.”

“Well for starters we’re gonna need new club members because I’m going to kill all of them for being loud mouthed assholes,” you sighed. “I was actually really disappointed when you never asked me out. I figured you just didn’t like me that way and just saw me as one of your nerdy friends.”

“Dustin and Mike actually mentioned a while ago that you had a crush on me but I never believed them. And you being my nerdy friend is just a bonus. But hopefully now you’ll be my nerdy girlfriend?” He asked, eyes filled with hope.

“I’d love to, Eddie.” He kissed you again and you melted into him. You never thought you’d be with someone so perfect, or perfect for you at least. And as much as you wanted to kill the guys for running their mouths, you also had to thank them for giving you guys the push you both needed.

“So you have a thing for freaks, huh?” He asked with a smirk.

“If that’s as kinky as you can get, I’d hardly call you a freak,” you challenged. He raised his eyebrows at your statement then chuckled darkly.

“Oh baby, you haven’t seen anything yet.”

Practically a Weasley 

Charlie Weasley x Reader

Summary: Newly bestselling childrens book author, (Y/N) (L/N) reconnects with her best friends, Fred and George at a signing. They invite her over for dinner to catch up. Charlie Weasley, also happens to be attending dinner that evening.

Prompt: Please can i request a Charlie Weasley x reader, where she is best friends with and the same age as the twins (they’re all 18 with Charlie being like 23ish) and her and Charlie are secretly dating and then the whole family finds out? Thank you :) - Anon

Word Count: 3.4k 

Warnings: None

A/N: fluffy fluff fluff, oh, and dragons

Part 1.5 … Part 2 … Part 3 … Epilogue 

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She had promised to be their partner in crime, help with their shop as much as she could, but everything changed when (Y/N) found her passion. (Y/N) decided to travel the world to write children stories for young witches and wizards. She had always enjoyed writing and her creativity knew no bounds. Of course she’d want to expand the imagination of children, influence their thinking from a young age. The Tales of Beedle the Bard got ever so boring once you’ve read it so many times.

Fred and George were heartbroken. (Y/N) had been their best friend since the start of their Hogwarts years, the first person to break into their little world. She had been their sole confidant, their wonderful distractor and the girl everyone thought one of them would end up marrying. Not that Fred or George had thought about it before, but both came to the conclusion that it would be far to weird.

She was practically a Weasley.

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— CHERRY RED.

pairing: tasm!peter parker x reader

summary: it's the hottest day of the year, your air conditioning is broken, and all you and your roommate slash best friend slash crush have are a box of cherry flavored popsicles and months of pent up sexual frustration each other

warnings: smut. smut smut smut smut lots of smut and, oh yeah, smut! praise kink, (mild) dom!peter, fingering, (brief) dry humping, ice play? popsicle play? also swearing, no use of a condom because mc is on the pill but use protection y'all. best friends 2 lovers, college roommate au

author’s note: inspired very much so by the sudden increase in weather :) my first time writing smut btw so apologies if it's bad, let me know what u think and happy reading angels! ♡

“Oh, you have got to be shitting me,” you practically yell in the middle of the freezer aisle, wincing when you spot the concerned face of a mother covering the ears of her toddler.

The apologetic look you offer her quickly turns sour when you notice the mother-daughter duo is the reason for your outburst. The reason you’re about to tear off the door to the grocery store freezer and snap it in two like a graham cracker.

They took the last box of lemonade popsicles.

You fight an internal debate, the dehydration from today being the record-breaking hottest day of the year almost swaying your decision not to snatch the box right out of the toddler’s hands, before reluctantly picking up the cherry flavored ones.

Oh well, you think, at least your roommate Peter gets his favorite flavor. It's a little hard to look on the bright side however, when your jeans are sticking to you from perspiration, clinging on like a second skin. Those, and the ill-chosen long sleeve shirt, are the reason you practically run to the self-service checkout counter in a hurry to get home.

You're just about to scan the box of popsicles when your phone dings with a notification.

spiderboy [14:44] bad news

you [14:46] pls don't tell me it has anything to do with our ac

spiderboy [14:46] ...

spiderboy [14:46] ok i won't tell u

you [14:46] parker

spiderboy [14:47] yeah our ac is broken

spiderboy [14:47] can't get a repair guy in til tomorrow

spiderboy [14:47] also we're out of ice

you [14:48] FFS.

you [14:48] i'll get some ice but istg if theres only one bag and that snotty little toddler has it i'm throwing hands

spiderboy [14:48] sorry WHAT.

Grumbling to yourself the whole way, you grab some ice from the thankfully abundant collection in the freezer and get out of there in record time. The ride home is so suffocating that once you get home to your shared apartment you barely spare Peter a glance, tossing him the bag of ice and popsicles.

"Hey," you mutter, having to look away from the sight of him in his black tank top, showcasing his arms. The image of his biceps flexing as he catches the frozen products with his eyes closed - spider-senses obviously - just spurs you to walk even faster to your room.

"Where are you running off to?" he asks, frowning slightly as he gets up to put the stuff in the freezer before they melt in your ac-less apartment. "Come hang out, I'm bored."

Fanning yourself, you laugh at his childish tone. "I need to change out of these clothes. They're like a prison. I only wore them 'cause they made my ass look good this morning."

You see him take a peek at your ass as soon as you say this and you roll your eyes before shutting your bedroom door.

"That they do!" he yells through the door and you slap a hand to your mouth to stop the snorting laughter from being let out, knowing he'll hear the unattractive noise with his heightened senses.

It's times like this, you think as you strip down to only your panties (no way in hell are you wearing a bra in this weather), that you're grateful to be in the know about Peter's biggest secret. Having been his best friend since the early years of middle school, it was only expected he confided in you as soon as he was bitten.

Now you're both in college, he's still Spider-Man and you're still the ordinary human best friend that's hopelessly in love with him.

Yeah, that one may have been a recent revelation, but what can you do! You've always had a little crush on him, but having lived with him for the first two years of college, not only are you even more aware of how insanely attractive he's gotten, but due to his increase in one-night stands since school, you're also aware of your... feelings. Particularly jealousy.

The flirty nature of your friendship definitely does not help matters.

You ponder the fact you've both had dates and flings and the like since high school, strongly alluding to the idea you and Peter will never be a thing, with a sour face as you throw on the least amount of clothing you possibly can - fuck double standards! If men can parade around shirtless in the streets, then you can wear the same tank top and shorts you've had since high school damn it!

Emerging from your room feeling only slightly less like a melted stick of butter, you immediately catch Peter's eye and he chokes on the chilled water he was previously chugging down.

You furrow your brows as he gives you a once over so slowly that you almost regret the outfit choice. And then you remember it's the 21st century.

"Don't give me that look!" you scoff, pointing an accusing finger at him. "If you can wear a tank top without a bra then so can I!"

He swallows and clears his throat, asking you hoarsely, "You're not wearing a bra?"

You raise a brow and fold your arms.

"Is that an issue?"

He splutters and his gaze dips down to your chest for a split second. "No!" he yelps, looking away to stare determinedly at the TV screen. "And stop making me sound like a misogynist, you know I'm all for freeing the nips and all that."

You laugh at the very true statement as you walk over to the freezer, bending over to forage around for the cherry popsicles. Your mouth twitches as you hold back a smile when he goes silent.

"I can feel your eyes on my ass, Peter."

"Wh- I was not looking at your ass!" he insists, and when you turn around to throw him an accusing look - and one of his favorite cherry popsicles - you see that he's scowling. "I wasn't. I was just noticing your shorts."

"And my ass, but whatever," you sing-song under your breath. "What about my shorts?"

Collapsing on the couch right next to Peter, you prop your feet onto the coffee table, facing your roommate to prompt his answer. "Nothing, I just... Aren't they the same ones you would wear 4 years ago in gym class?"

"Precisely, my web-headed friend." Grinning at Peter's growing scowl at the nickname, you unwrap your popsicle, tasting the lip-numbing treat while he does the same. "God, I've been sleeping on these. They may just be as good as the lemonade."

"I think you mean better," says Peter, pointing the bright red stick of ice at you. Sticking your tongue out in response, you snatch his water bottle and it's your turn to scowl when he chuckles. "Your tongue is bright red."

"It's the latest look."

You lean back, pressing the water bottle to your neck and moaning at the cold, frosty relief. The plastic soon becomes warm from the heat of your skin, so you eventually just unscrew the lid and pour tiny amounts of water directly onto your skin.

"Oh my God, that feels so good." Peter shifts in his seat and you glance at him to see his jaw gone slack as he stares the water bottle like it's offending him. You feel heat crawling up your neck and it definitely is not due to the heatwave. "Stop looking at me like that!"

"I literally feel like I'm watching a porno and I don't know if I would rather be the water bottle or you."

His words make your stomach jolt, but you hide it with a scoff, chucking the water bottle at him. Peter may have been bitten by that radioactive spider years ago, but his ability to catch things without even looking still bugs you to this day - pun intended. "Since the other way around is physically impossible, unless your powers allow you to transform into inanimate objects, you can be me."

Shrugging, Peter finishes off his own popsicle and you shudder at the way he bites the ice so quickly. Your own popsicle is still completely intact.

Speaking of your own popsicle, you decide to bring your focus back to that and pointedly ignore his own moans of ecstasy at the chilled water dripping down his neck.

If the heatwave doesn't kill you, this definitely will.

Since the sensitivity of your teeth won't allow you to bite, the artificial red of the popsicle that's bright enough to rival the red of Peter's Spider-Man suit starts dripping down your hand. Too preoccupied with licking the melted juice before it ruins your couch, you barely register the pause in Peter's own ministrations with the water, instead his eyes focusing on the way your tongue pokes out to catch the sticky liquid.

You lick a long stripe up the popsicle and hear a faint groan coming from your best friend. Ceasing your own movements, you try not to blush.

One thing you've noticed in the last few months is that Peter hasn't had a single girl over. Not that you're complaining, but it's surprising since he once confided in you that not only were his senses heightened, but... other things too. Thus, you can't blame him for probably being turned on by you right now.

He never had the same girl over twice, though. You selfishly did not mind this at all. Not that it would make a difference, you think, shaking your head to rid yourself of any ideas and focusing on your slightly disappointing popsicle.

Sighing, you glare at the stick. "This was good for like two minutes, but I'm still hot."

Running his eyes over your body like he did when you first stepped out of your room, Peter cocks his head. "You wanna try something?"

"What?" you ask, narrowing your eyes in suspicion.

He rolls his eyes at your dramatics, plucking your popsicle out of your hand. "Trust me?"

"Well, you are my friendly neighborhood Spider-Man," you point out, pretending think about it.

"Exactly, now shut up and close your eyes."

Doing as he says, you wait in anticipation.

After a good five seconds, you're about to open your eyes and ask Peter what's taking so long when you suddenly feel the icy cold wetness of what you assume is your cherry popsicle, running across the top of your chest.

Gasping at the cool sensation, you don't even have time to properly react before Peter licks the liquid off your chest.

You can't hold back the shudder that contradicts the normal bodily reaction you should be having in the middle of a heatwave, partly due to the fact your best friend just licked you, and partly due to the fact his tongue is surprisingly cold - presumably from the popsicle.

"Oh," you gasp, eyes flying open when the popsicle travels to your neck. Despite knowing what's coming next, you sharply suck in a breath of air, your hand automatically threading into Peter's hair as he laps up the red juice, taking longer this time to bite and suck at a particular spot on your neck. He chuckles when you whimper for a second time, his warm breath scorching your skin. "I-I don't think this skin-to-skin contact is particularly effective. Especially when you run like a radiator even in winter."

"Want me to stop?" Peter mutters, his hand coming up to play with the waistband of your shorts and your brain starts fogging up. That doesn't stop you answering him though.

"Don't you dare," you practically growl and you can feel Peter's smirk against your neck. He pulls away and ignores your noises of protest, but instead of moving away completely, he runs the popsicle across your jaw and up to the side of your mouth.

Painfully slow, Peter licks the trail of liquid from the bottom of your jaw and stops right next to your lips, so close that you can feel his eyelashes tickling your cheekbone. "Peter, please," you moan, breathily, your hand sliding down his neck to grip at his bicep.

"Fuck," he groans under his breath and sits back in his seat, but not without pulling you up and over onto his lap, flush against his chest as he throws the popsicle onto the coffee table. Your lack of bra makes you even more sensitive and it doesn't help that you can feel how hard he is through your shorts.

Your whimper is immediately swallowed by his lips as he seals your mouth with his own, kissing you with enough intensity to literally set you on fire - as if the heatwave wasn't enough.

Peter tugs you closer as he kisses you until you're seated right on top of his clothed erection and then the worst happens. He grips at your hips and pushes his own upwards, making you gasp and he takes this as an opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth.

Continuing his assault on your lower lip as he nibbles and sucks until you're certain it's swollen, you grow more and more frustrated when he's stopped moving. You pull away for breath, feeling lightheaded.

"Why did you stop?" you whisper, still gripping the tops of his shoulders.

Grinning like a kid in a candy store, Peter slides his hands up your legs and annoyingly stops at the top of your inner thighs. "I want you to beg again."

You scoff. "Like hell am I going to beg ag- Holy shit," you whimper, falling forward when he rolls his hips again, just once before stopping. "Okay, please, Peter, please."

"Good girl," he mutters, looking up at you lazily through his eyelashes, but with an intense stare that looks like he wants to eat you. You moan at the nickname and his eyes light up at unlocking this new information before attaching his hands back to your hips and pressing your core against him yet again, until your legs feel like jelly.

"Uh-uh," Peter clicks his tongue, lifting you off of him before you can finish and laying you down on the couch. His hand slides under your tank top and up until it rests just below your breast. "You're not getting off that easily after parading around in those tiny, tiny clothes."

"Oh my God," you groan, arching up into his hand, embarrassingly turned on by him despite no proper physical contact. He leans over you and continues nibbling and sucking on your bottom lip, his tongue swiping over the swollen area every few seconds. "Peter, please."

"Please, what?" he teasingly asks, swiping his thumb across the underside of your breast, but keeping his hand there. "Use your words, princess."

Feeling like you're about to explode, or beat the shit out of your roommate, you tug on his hair in frustration making him groan and chuckle at the same time. The fucker knows exactly what he's doing to you. "Please... touch me already."

"Yes, ma'am." Peter presses his lips to yours again and moves his hand upwards, grabbing a fistful of your breast. You try to stifle your moan but it's impossible when he pinches your hardening nipple, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger. "Shirt, off. Now."

He tugs impatiently at the material and it's your turn to laugh at the scowl on his face. You pull the tank top up and over your head in one swoop and Peter doesn't hold back his groan, a tortured expression on his face. "Fuck, you're beautiful."

"Stop," you laugh nervously, shy all of a sudden as you try and hide your warming face.

"No, I mean it," he deadpans. The expression on his face is as serious as can be and he places his hands on either side of your face to make you look at him. "Forget giant lizards, you're the thing that's finally going to kill me."

"As much as I enjoy being compared to giant lizards, please pick up where we left off."

Peter doesn't need to be told twice. However, before he touches you he grabs the almost completely melted popsicle from the coffee table and grins mischievously as he takes a bite of the iced stick of juice. Throwing it back onto the table, Peter leans forward with the red block of ice between his teeth and runs it around your nipple.

"Shit," you gasp as the ice melts almost instantly, leaving only his tongue swirling around the hardened bud instead. At the same time, his hand moves down and fiddles with the waistband of your shorts. "Off, please, take them off."

Taking your direct commands as a sure sign, Peter tugs your shorts down, taking your panties with them. He swallows roughly and looks up at you, pupils blown wide. "You're so fucking pretty. I mean it when I say your pussy is going to be the death of me."

Growing more and more frustrated by Peters fingers wandering around your inner thighs, but not actually touching where you want him to, you frown at him. "You're a whole lot of talk, Parker. When are you actually going to- Oh, fuck."

"What was that?" Peter asks, his lips brushing against your ear as he finally runs a finger up and down your slit, your arousal making it easy. Your breathing gets quicker and when he slips a finger past your folds and you find your hips moving upwards trying to make his movements go faster. "No words, princess?"

Peter inserts a second finger, allowing you to adjust before adding a third and starting to pick up the pace as your moans and whimpers continue to escape you. His fingers get faster and faster, the palm of his hand in exactly the right spot against your clit which makes your eyes prick with tears as you continue to arch into him. "Such a good girl... You gonna cum for me, baby?"

His words spur your climax to approach even quicker and Peter can feel it coming when you start to tighten around his fingers so he speeds up his movements. The feeling that tugs at you in your lower stomach quickly escalates until it snaps, pushing you over the edge and you let out a cry of ecstasy.

It takes you a minute to calm down and you would believe Peter if he told you that you blacked out for a second. "That was- You were- Fuck. I need you now."

Peter curses lowly at your words as you tug off his tank top, revealing his built torso that you've helped him stich up and disinfect a countless number of times. You fumble at his grey sweatpants, trying to pull them down along with his boxers, but his hand stops you right at the waistband. "Wait, wait. Are you sure you wanna do this?"

If it weren't for the fact that you could see how painfully hard he was through his sweatpants, you would think he didn't want you. Trying not to smile at how sweet your best friend is, you quirk a brow. "I'm definitely sure. Are... are you sure?"

"Are you kidding?" he deadpans. "I've literally wanted to fuck you since puberty hit. And I've wanted to kiss you everyday of our lives since we were 11. Like, romantically."

"You- What?" you choke out the the words, shocked at the sudden confession and unable to hold back the smile this time. "Are you serious?"

"We could continue to discuss my embarrassingly obvious crush on you. Or, you could let me show you by finally letting me fuck your brains out before I literally explode."

"I vote option two, please."

"Smart girl," Peter grins, pressing one more searing kiss to your lips and nipping at your bottom lip before tugging off his sweatpants.

And shit, if he isn't the biggest you've ever had.

"You're going to break me," you moan, one hand gripping Peter's bicep and the other flat against his chest. If it wasn't for his super fast healing, you definitely would be leaving scratches. He smirks as he presses the tip of his cock at your entrance, coating himself in your arousal to ready you.

"That's the plan," he says, determined. And before you can say anything else he enters you, slowly filling you up. The short, breathless gasps that leave you combined with how tight you are causes Peter to groan and grip the side of the couch. You barely register the seat cushion ripping from his super strength, instead focusing on the way he starts moving inside you. "Jesus- fuck, you feel amazing."

His constant praise and his now powerful thrusts make literal tears form in your eyes, your arousal coming back even faster than before. You clamp a hand over your mouth to stop your screams, but Peter doesn't allow this and he removes it, leaning over to bury his face in your neck. "I wanna hear every sound coming out of that pretty little mouth of yours as I'm fucking you."

He emphasizes this statement with a particularly powerful thrust, bringing his hand up to circle your clit with his thumb and you can't help letting out a scream, the tears escaping your eyes as you start to babble nonsensical words. "Don't stop, please, please, please."

"Never," he assures you, panting as he continues thrusting into you faster, deeper and harder, your climax building at the same time as Peter's. "Shit, baby, you're gonna make me cum."

"Me too," you whimper, gripping his back to pull him impossibly closer to you as you let go, having to bite his shoulder to stifle your scream. "Peter, oh my God."

"Let go for me, princess," he murmurs, lips moving against your neck as you finish, his own thrusts starting to slow down and he shudders against you, the only sounds being both of you breathing heavily.

You stay like that for a moment, until Peter's body heat smothers you and you're wishing it was the middle of winter so you wouldn't feel relief when he gets up to shrug his sweatpants on. You watch him do so, unable to move and the sight of you makes him grin like an idiot. You roll your eyes, knowing exactly what he's thinking; he just gave you the best sex of your life, the little shit.

He leaves your clothes and his own vest discarded on the couch, lifting you up in his arms bridal style with ease and carrying you into his room. Once he sets you on the bed, he collapses down next to you.

"So, you've had an embarrassing crush on me since we were 11, let's talk about that," you say, using every ounce of strength within you not to burst out laughing.

Peter scowls, but his expression doesn't match the way his thumb is rubbing circles in the side of your hip where his hand rests. "I was thinking we could talk about the praise kink you so obviously displayed."

"Shut up," you scoff, but there's no malice in your tone because he's completely right. "If it makes you feel better, I've loved you for the same amount of time."

"I bet I loved you first," he protests softly, kissing your shoulder.

Great, now you're back to feeling like a melted stick of butter.

"Hm, I'll take that bet. What does the winner get?"

"The winner gets to take his girlfriend swinging across the city," he smirks, knowing he's got you there when you gasp in excitement. Peter is way too protective over you when it comes to his Spider-Man life and swinging across the city is a very rare occurrence.

"I lose, you loved me first, now take me swinging!"

"Yeah, let's wait til you can walk again first."

© earthgirl616 2022.

Warm Tea For The Ill

•Remus Lupin x Established Relationship Fem!Reader•

Masterlist

Word Count: 3k+

Synopsis: You and Remus tell the others you’re feeling ill on a nice day in order to get some down time. Sirius is worried about you both and just wants to make sure you’re ok.

Background: Y/N’s animagus is a bunny, hence the nickname “bunny” and her marauder nickname is “Thumper”. Takes place during 7th year (though not specifically mentioned).

Warnings: Smut, oral (f receiving), face riding (f), unprotected sex, slight dom!Remus, caught having sex, praise kink, fluff

AN:Not edited also my story is deleting parts and glitching out soooo…

“Shhh,” Remus hushed you with a small laugh, holding open the door to the boys dormitory so you could slip inside. Both you and Remus had decided to play ill today in order to get some alone time while everyone else was out at the Black Lake. Knowing the boys and their love for trouble mixed with water, your time together should go completely undisturbed. Normally alone time between you and Remus looked like reading a book together while snuggled up on his bed since the chances of someone busting down the door was so high. The fact that everyone was a good ways away and completely distracted from coming back to bother you and Remus gave you butterflies. 

You shuffled into Remus’s room making your way over to his bed, which sat to the right of the room and closest to the door, as Remus quickly shut the door. The thought of being alone with you overtook Remus’s mind causing him to completely forget to lock the door behind him in the process. Letting out a sigh of relief, Remus was quick to make his way behind you so he could press his body against yours. His face nuzzling into the crook of your neck as his lips left soft wet kisses against your exposed skin.

“It feels like bloody forever since we’ve been alone together bunny,” Remus cooed. A soft moan escaped your lips at the feeling, making him smile against your skin. “You smell so good darling, hell you look beyond good. Has me wondering if you taste as good as you look.” He murmured between the kisses he was planting on your shoulder.

“Remus, we’ve been alone together for less than five minutes and you’re already talking about shagging me.” You jokingly scolded whilst bringing your hand up to cup his jaw on the side he was kissing your shoulder.

“I can’t help it,” Remus whined. “You look so bloody gorgeous in my sweater.” His head turned slightly so he could kiss your palm while he spoke. He muttered a few soft praises into your hand before finally shuffling you both forward and onto the bed. 

The light yet inescapable nudges caused you to tumble forward onto Remus’s soft sheets and let out a small “numph” as your stomach made impact with the mattress. Remus let out a small laugh and helped to turn you around onto your back, You let out a huff as you scooted up to lean against the bed’s headboard. “That was mean,” you laugh as Remus begins to crawl over to your sitting figure. His much taller frame looms over yours despite him being on all fours in front of you.

“I just want to cuddle you up and kiss you until your lips are swollen. That’s kinda hard when you’re standing up Y/N.” He laughed as he pressed a kiss against your lips. You could both taste and smell the dark chocolate that lingered on his lips from earlier. Along with the faint scent of old books and morning dew radiating off the rest of his body. You smiled at the smell thinking back to the few times you’d smelled amortentia. It always smelled like Remus, and occasionally, if you were lucky, it sometimes gave off the aroma of Remus’s hair after he showered. 

Remus was also enjoying the sweet scent that radiated off your warm body. Your natural smell of (…), (…), and (…) were a reminder that he really did have someone in this world. For Remus, amortentia was a bittersweet topic and memory. Though it aided him in the reminder of you and all your beauty it was also a reminder of the way his father forced him to smell it at the mere age of five in hopes of confirming Remus still had someone out there for him. Which Remus thought now was silly, since that simply was not how amortentia worked. 

Your hands grasping the bottom of Remus’s sweater are what pulled him from his thoughts and back into your overwhelmingly calming presence. You had a sort of warmth to you that constantly kept Remus grounded no matter what memory crept into his mind. It was the way your warm lips were pressing into his neck and causing him to moan and whimper that reminded him he was right where he was supposed to be. 

Your hands continued to tug at Remus’s sweater until it was over his head and on the ground. The new sensation of cold air against Remus’s skin caused him to shiver. He was now hyper aware of the contrast between the temperature of the room and your burning hands as they traced over the many scars that littered his back and chest. A scratchy moan left his throat as you traced your index finger down the length of his stomach scar and towards the waistband of his black uniform pants.

“You’re always so eager to take care of me bunny, why don’t I take care of you for a bit?” Remus hummed as you toyed with his waistband. 

You pulled away from his neck to look into his pretty brown eyes. “Rem,” you began, fidgeting nervously at the thought. “I would really like that, but I don’t want you to feel like this isn’t about you too.” 

Remus chuckled under his breath, raising his hand to your face so he could brush the fallen strands of hair out of your eye. “I get more pleasure than I think you realize when I’m buried between your thighs.” His lips connected with yours for a moment before continuing, “I get high off the feeling of your legs thrown over my shoulders as they squeeze around my head everytime I touch the right place….” Another kiss. “I love it when you hover over my face and allow yourself to fuck my tongue at the pace that feels best for you little bunny.” His lips were so soft against yours. “It makes me so bloody hard to feel your body trembling.” His voice was seductively sweet as he spoke against your lips, something he did when he was feeling confident. 

His words made your body weak and your mind malfunction, only allowing a small “please,” to escape your lips. It was now Remus’s turn to attack your neck with wet kisses and light red bite marks which almost certainly would leave small purple bruises on your soft skin. You knew that Remus thoroughly enjoyed marking you up as the full moon approached, but you also knew that was at least a week and a half away leaving him in a limbo between having sweet passionate sex, and having rough scandalous sex. 

Remus’s hands danced at the hem of your top signaling that it was now your turn to remove your, well Remus’s, sweater. Instinctively, you raised your arms so Remus could tug the soft material up your torso and over your head. “I have a feeling I’m never getting this sweater back,” Remus teases, sitting up and examining the maroon material in his hand. 

“You can have it back for a little while, but only so it will smell like you again. Then you have to return it,” You tease back, taking the shirt from him. 

“Return? Love, that’s my jumper,” Remus shook his head as he laughed. He took the material back from you but only to toss it to the side. “Not that it matters though darling. I don’t want either of us wearing it right now anyways.” A small giggle escaped your lips at his words making him smile even wider than he was before. He brought his hand up to your right cheek, stroking your jaw with his thumb. “Lay down and relax for me pretty girl,” Remus mumbled as he captured your lips between his own. 

“I can’t lay down if you keep snogging me,” You hum, pulling breathlessly away from the kiss. A small pout settled in on Remus’s face as he shuffled backwards so he could pull you by your legs into a lying position. A gasp left your mouth as your head made contact with his pillow. A smirk played at Remus’s lips while his eyes racked up and down your partially exposed body. 

“This has ought to go,” Remus murmured as his hands found their way to the zipper of your skirt, slowly pulling it off your flushed body. He let out a groan of relief as the skirt slipped past your foot and onto the floor, enjoying the sight of you in just your bra and panties. “These especially have to go,” his voice quivered slightly as he feverishly reached behind your back to unhook your bra. The bulge in his pants becoming increasingly more tight at the sight of your exposed tits.

Remus let out another throaty groan as he positioned himself between your legs so his upper body was hovering over yours. His head dipped down to pick up where he left off earlier, trailing hot kisses down your neck and towards your swollen breast. You let out a few whimpers as Remus’s lips danced across your now exposed chest. His right hand began to roam up and down the curve of your waist while he used the other to prop himself up. His fingers traced patterns onto your skin, dipping between your thighs occasionally before pulling back out to travel up your stomach. 

His lips grazed the swell of your breast making you moan. You could feel him smile against your skin before he used his tongue to slowly circle the skin around your nipple. The sensation pulled a small gasp from your lips as you pushed your chest upwards involuntarily. 

You let out a whine as you grasped Remus’s hair. “Remus please,” you begged. His tongue grazed the underside of your nipple before he took the hard bud between his lips, slowly sucking on the bundle of nerves as you pushed his face deeper into your tit. The feeling of his mouth on you sent shocks of pleasure coursing through your body like an electric shock. You allowed yourself to absorb the waves of pleasure while also focusing on the way his finger tips danced across your lower abdomen. His mouth would occasionally switch between nipples, always leaving a train of kisses in the switching process. Your hands stayed messily tangled in his hair, helping guide his head to the place you wanted him.

Soon you found yourself lightly pushing his head downwards. Desperately wanting to feel his mouth where you needed him most. Remus was quick to pick up on this, since he redirected his trail of kisses down your stomach. Occasionally he would pause to bite the tender flesh before placing a gentle kiss over the damage. His hot trail of kisses was messy, but led where it needed to. Remus’s lips now hovered over the soft fabric covering your lower half. His head dipping downwards so he can place a kiss at the lining of your underwear, before taking it between his teeth. He pulls forward again slightly while snaking his hands under your ass to help lift your hips. His upper body pulls backwards in the process, allowing for him to edge the soft fabric down your thighs and off your legs. 

“I might just have to keep these,” Remus smirked as he held up your panties before tossing them to the floor with the rest of your clothes. His hands slowly traveled back down your body and to your waist so he could help sit you up. You eyed him curiously at the motion, but he only gave you a sly smile in response. He lowered himself onto his back beside you before grabbing your hips once again so he could pull your body over his. He minivered you both so your knees were placed on both sides of his head. His arms coming from behind to wrap around your thighs. 

Remus helped ease you down so your heat hovered just above his face. “Come on bunny,” he cooed. “Ride my face.” You let out a soft moan as you fully lowered yourself onto his tongue, jutting your hips forward at the sensation of his tongue on your clit. You circled your hips slowly, a warm tingly feeling began to bubble up in your stomach as you did so. 

Remus’s grip tightened on your thigh as he helped guide your body forward and then backwards again. He reveled in the feeling of your wet heat as it slid up and down his tongue. He soaked up the feeling of your thighs trembling around his head, squeezing together each time he pressed his tongue flat against your clit. He pulled your body in closer, burying his face as deep in you as he possibly could. Small whimpers and long moans tumbled from your swollen lips as you grinded into your boyfriend's face. 

Within minutes your clit was becoming more and more sensitive as Remus drew circles around the nerve bundle with his tongue. The sensation makes you tremble as you feel yourself growing closer to your high by the second. 

Remus takes advantage of your closeness by slowly moving his hands up your thighs and to your hips. His hands lingered on your hips for a moment before drawing back and harshly grabbing your ass with a loud smack. Your body jutted forward at the sudden impact, the sensation of the slap flooding your senses making you gasp. Remus’s name began repeatedly spewing from your lips as the coil in your stomach snapped. A flood of relief and pleasure washed over your shanking figure as Remus helped you ride out your high from below. 

Exhaustion took over moments later causing you to fall back to Remus’s side once more. A shiver ran through your body as the heat your body had just been previously generating began to subside. Remus lifted his covers up and over both your naked bodies to help warm you up again. You rolled onto your side, facing the door, while Remus cuddled up into your backside. His arm snaked around your waist while he pushed his hips into yours. 

You arched your back with a soft moan at the feeling of his erection being pressed up against your ass. Remus leaned over you slightly so he could pepper kisses against the top of your shoulder and down your arm as he helped you grind yourself into him. “You want me to fuck you from behind bunny?” He moaned, biting into your shoulder softly.

“Y-yes please,” You whimpered, still slightly drowsy from your orgasm. Remus hummed at your response, removing his hand from your waist so he could line himself up at your entrance. He slowly ran the tip of his cock between your fold making you both shiver. Teasingly, he pushed his tip into you, before pulling out again slowly. You let out a small whine wanting Remus to fill you up already. “Remus…please,” you whimpered. 

“So needy,” Remus snickered before fully pushing into you. You let out a soft cry of relief at the feeling, circling your hips into his. Remus began thrusting into you slowly, wanting to take in the feeling of you around his cock for as long as he possibly could. His hands traveled up and down your body, traveling upwards so he could squeeze your tit occasionally. “Ah fuck Y/N,” Remus groaned as he began to pick up speed. “Look at you taking my cock so well.” His words made your body tremble, as soft moans spilled from your lips. Remus kissed his way up your neck and to your ear so he could whisper soft praises to you while he fucked into you mercilessly. 

You could feel his cock buried deep in you, sliding in and out of your dripping heat. Your ass bouncing everytime his hips snapped into yours. Your legs shaking violently at the feeling of his cock rubbing against your g-spot. Your breathing was heavy and so was Remus’s. His stomach muscles flexed with each thrust into you. His shakey moans and low groans told you he was enjoying every inch of your body. 

Remus could feel himself nearing closer to his high at the exact moment the handle to the door began to jiggle. Both you and Remus froze, pulling the covers up and over your shoulders to hide the fact you weren’t wearing anything. Your clothes were on the opposite side of the bed to the door, meaning if one of the boys just popped in they wouldn’t see. 

The door creaked open slightly revealing a blob of messy black hair. Sirius poked his head in to look at what he believed to be “sick” Y/N and Remus. “Hey, I just wanted to check on you guys,” Sirius said with a small sympathetic smile. 

“We’re doing alright, thanks Sir-“ you let out a small groan at the feeling of Remus thrusting out and then back into you lightly. 

“You both look bloody awful,” Sirius chuckled, scanning your red sweaty faces. “You both look like you’ve got a fever, do you need to go to the infirmary?” Remus thrusted into you again, causing yet another gasp to escape your lips, which you tried to cover up with a small cough. 

“We’re alright mate, just a bit under the weather. Our naps been helping though,” Remus replied, offering Sirius a smile. He had begun to pick up a steady pace now, thrusting in and out of you slowly. Your breathing picked up slightly, as you tried to keep down your noise level. 

“You alright Y/N?” Sirius asked, eyeing your shaky figure. 

“Y-yeah just a bit..ugh” you cut yourself off with a moan, feeling Remus’s fingers suddenly drawing small circled on your clit. “Fuck, sorry..I-um, I just have..have the j-jitters.” You huffed out, feeling a knot building up in your stomach for the second time that day. Waves of pleasure continue to course through your body as Remus keeps up his steady thrusts. 

“Do you want me to bring you a warm cup of tea from the hall?” Sirius asked as he observed the way your body was shaking slightly. You both made eye contact for a moment before you were forced to screw them shut at the feeling of your orgasm hitting you. You could feel your thighs squeeze together around Remus’s hand as he continued to lightly rub your clit through your high. You let out a few soft moans, before finally collecting yourself enough to meet Sirius' eyes again. 

It didn’t last long, since you could feel Remus begin to twitch inside you. His cock slowly draws out of you, before harshly pushing back in a few more times. Each thrust got harder and sloppier before the feeling of Remus filling you up with cum overtook your senses. Your eyes fluttered closed again as you let out another soft moan.

“Y/N…I’m going to go grab you some tea….Just stay right there…” Sirius' face turned from one of concern to sheer worry, genuinely believing that you were extremely sick. 

“T-Thank you p-padfoot,” You groaned as Remus pulled out of you. His cum dripped out of you and down the back of your thighs in the process. Sirius shut the door quickly and you could hear him scurry down the hall. “Remus what the actual fuck.” You sighed after a brief moment.

“Mmmm, did you enjoy that Bunny, because I sure did.” You could hear the smirk in his voice. You let out another soft moan as you sat up. “Oh bunny,” Remus chuckled, “I love you.” He sat up as well, eyeing the clothes on the floor. “Let’s get dressed, and then we can run a bath for us in the Prefects bathroom hmm? We can use the one no one ever goes into.” 

You nodded quickly in agreement, allowing Remus to help dress you. As if on cue to you both being somewhat presentable, Sirius burst through the door once again holding a cup of tea. You thanked him profusely, taking the cup from his hand. 

“I’m going to take Y/N to grab a warm bath,” Remus told Sirius while taking your hand in his.

“That will probably help, feel better Thumper.” Sirius said ruffling your hair. 

“Thanks Pads,” You smiled, giving him a small hug. 

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Remus walks with you hand and hand down the corridors as you both make your way to the much more secluded Perfect bathroom. Due to the absurd location, you and Remus were truly the only two people to use the bathroom. You thoroughly believed that you both were the only ones to know about it in fact. And so, when you arrived at the entrance and pulled the doors open, neither of you were surprised that it was empty. 

Sneaking in quickly, Remus closed the door behind the both of you as you began peeling off your clothes. As your robes dropped from your body you observed the purple bruises beginning to form on your skin in the mirror. Remus shuffled behind you, followed by the sound of running water from the bath. Your eyes wandered across the mirror and  over to where he stood in front of the tub, admiring his every move. You watched as he slipped off his sweater, followed by his pants. The way his skin seemed to glow under the bathroom lights. Remus met your gaze, giving you a bright smile as he approached your naked figure. His arms engulfed you from behind, dangling loosely around your waist. 

He began pressing soft kisses to the top of your shoulder as you let out a sigh of relief. You were in desperate need of some after care after being interrupted by Sirius, and you knew the moment his lips made contact with your skin you would receive it. You also knew this was the perfect opportunity to take care of Remus as well, one of your favorite things to do. 

“Rem..the water is done, we have to go turn it off.” You hummed as you wiggled out of his grip to go turn the faucet off. Remus was quick to follow you, stepping into the tub before offering you his hand so he could help you get in. “The you,” you giggled, taking Remus’s hand so you could both sit down and enjoy the warm water. You allowed the feeling to engulf you as your back laid pressed against Remus’s chest. 

He was slowly scooping water over your head to wet your hair. Once he fould it to be sufficiently wet he began lathering his hands with shampoo. He slowly ran his hands through your hair, massaging your scalp slowly. 

You hummed at the feeling, hoping he would never stop. You knew this was where you wanted to be forever, “I love you Remus,” you whispered softly. 

“Oh darling,” Remus sighed, “I love you.”

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