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༊*·˚ JAMES POTTER

something - in which james has been distant for a reason

stars - in which james wakes you up to see the stars

love song - in which you and james dance

band-aids - in which you hurt yourself and james helps

༊*·˚ REMUS LUPIN

coffee - in which remus gives you coffee

office (18+) - in which you give ceo!remus head

jam on toast - in which remus is fed toast in the morning

cold feet - in which you have cold feet before your wedding

kisses - in which you give remus' kisses

༊*·˚ SIRIUS BLACK

lonely nights - in which you remember the fight the night before

eyes on you (18+) - in which sirius allows the boys to watch you two

starlight - in which you call sirius different pet names

eyeshadow - in which you do sirius makeup

on video (18+) - in which you offer sirius help

last updated: jun 8

OH MY ACTUALLY GOD!!! MAL YOU DID IT AGAIN!!!

hi! could i please request a fake dating scenario with ron where you're both trying to make other people jealous but end up catching feelings for each other. and with smut & fluff if that's ok thanks <33

Thanks for requesting!

Word count: 3k

Warnings: smut, choking (gone in a blink) unprotected sex, a little fluff at the end, tell me if I missed anything.

It was just a random thing, so random.

You only wanted to get this obnoxious guy off of you, seeking out a getaway that kind of seemed to backfire the more you think about it.

You and Ron Weasley chose to fake date, only to ‘make people jealous’ but when he holds your hand in front of them, kisses you in front of them, is too much of a good feeling for something that’s supposed to be fake.

Surely he did not feel the same, how would you know? He seemed as normal as ever every time you tried to seek out a reaction, you’d hold his hand or grab him into a kiss to see how he’d react but he only smiles at you, eyes so blue and happy, he doesn’t seem stunned at all, sometimes you truly think he’s your boyfriend, only that he isn’t.

You were sitting on the ground late at night with Ron by your side, prompted on his elbows as he looked up at the night sky, your mind completely spiralling.

Neither of you was saying anything, nor touching, why would you? You weren’t together, real couples would take advantage of being alone like this and do something, something you’ve always thought of doing with Ron.

Ron cleared his throat, sitting up, grabbing your attention.

“What are you thinking of?” He asked, nudging your arm with his elbow. “Well, nothing that interesting.” You lied, your eyes turning to look at him, his hair not as orange in such dimmed lighting. His eyes, on the other hand, are so incredibly blue.

Ron gave a dry chuckle, his eyes wrinkled from laughter as he licked his lips. “I actually hoped to talk about something with you, if you’re willing to hear me out.” He turned to face you, his knee slightly touching your thigh, making you shiver.

“Alright, go on.” Your heart was pounding, you were curious and kind of worried, but he only took a breath and started. “I don’t want to fake date anymore,” Ron said, completely catching you off guard. His voice wasn’t gentle but it wasn’t harsh either, you were taken aback a bit. “Oh.” You chuckled awkwardly, turning in your seat on the dirty rock.

Ron stammered before he grabbed a hold of your elbow with his fingertips, only to make you look at him. “I didn’t mean to sound— rude, or anything.. but I think it’s time we call it quits, don’t you think?” He continued, his blue eyes seeking yours out. You swallowed the lump in your throat and nodded.

“Yeah.. I think so, too. It just caught me off guard.” You chuckled, making Ron breathe out in relief. “Oh, great.. great. I don’t want to upset you, you know.” Ron’s fingers left your elbow and in that moment, your heart shattered completely, it was the end of something that made you so happy, why did you have to become so attached?

You looked at the boy next to you, already standing up and dusting off his jeans, along with his palms. “Let me walk you back, please?” Ron offered his hand for you, you impulsively shook your head.

“No, I’ll stay here for a bit.” You responded, avoiding his eyes. Last thing you remember was him saying goodnight, going on his way back to the castle, watching him as he got smaller and smaller into the distance.

You caught yourself a little more affected by this whole deal being called off, you looked a little miserable than you had hoped you would.

Ron was still around and he was still close, your friendship meant a lot for him, and for you, too.

But could you face him after he turned you down? You had no idea how in love with him you’d been until that night and it embarrassed you.

You’d often catch his eye in the hall, he’d smile at you as he ate his food, offer you some of it, even. You went along as best as you can, could you ever force anybody to love you?

Ron was special, so special.

You were walking down the steps after someday, maybe a week or two after that night when you hadn’t seen Ron for like, two days. Part of you relieved, the other miserable.

you heard your name being called from behind you, you quickly turned around, startled and registered whose voice it was.

It was Ron, his hair a little messed, his white shirt dangling out of his pants, his red and golden tie made terribly around his neck, you’ve never seen him like this before.

“Sorry for scaring you.. I— uh.. I need to talk to you.. if you have time.” Ron walked closer to you, he looked better than what his hair and clothes were displaying at least.

You nodded, maybe he was in trouble and he needed your help.. or maybe something else completely?

“Sure..” you replied after a moment or so of silence. Ron took your wrist in his warm hand and led you up the stairs.

“Ron, are you alright?” You broke the silence, his breathing was all you could hear, and your footsteps.

Ron nodded. “Yeah.. yes— I just need to talk to you somewhere more private.” He turned to face you, blinking at you nervously.

“If that’s okay with you?” He tightened his hold on your wrist as if he weren’t just asking for your consent over wherever he was taking you. “Ron, you’re acting a little strange.. but it’s okay with me.” You nodded, seeking out his eyes but he wasn’t looking at you as he continued to walk towards the closed door of the prefect’s bathroom.

You raised a brow at such a choice of private place, but nobody could ever walk in here at this time of night, so you’d give him that.

“So.. what did you want to talk to me about?” You asked as Ron opened the door and let you in, his privilege of being a prefect himself. Ron did not respond as you walked in, the bathroom smelled great, everything was neatly put in place.

Ron closed the door and locked it. “It’s about that night.” Ron finally answered, walking closer to you, his eyes a darker shade of blue in the dim lights of the bathroom. Your heart sank at his answer, swallowing the lump in your throat that only seemed to get heavier. “What about it?”

Ron shut his eyes for a second, before he walked closer and held your hands in his, his eyes open again and staring back into yours. “I want you.. so much,” He whispered, regret and despair coating his voice.

You had no chance of responding, completely speechless and frozen in place. But Ron only continued, his voice sounding like it was hurting for so long and only you could fix it. “I thought when I’d tell you we're done, you’d stop me, tell me you want me as much as i want you, maybe even stand up and kiss me, hold me.. but you didn’t.” Ron whispered, his hands holding yours in a tighter grip.

“I know it was stupid, crazy even.. but I want you, I really really want you and I want you to want me.” His eyes become glassy, the blue in them hidden behind the dark of his dilated pupils, so dark that you could see yourself staring back at him, shocked and confused.

You couldn’t find it in you to respond, you only stood on your toes and captured his lips with yours, his hands aggressively went around your waist, forcefully pulling you closer to him, making a noise in the back of his throat as he kissed you harder, one of his hands going to your hair, pushing you even closer to him.

You both stumbled on your steps, not containing your aggression as Ron pushed you against the wall of the bathroom, you groaned against him as he parted your legs with his knee, his kisses made it so hard to breathe, your breaths coming out in pants and gasps, your hands tugging and pulling at his soft hair.

It wasn’t long before he picked you up around his waist, placing you down on the ground, both of you not talking and you weren’t going to lie and say you didn’t have millions of questions swerving around your brain, you felt everything all at once, confusion, fear, anticipation, and most importantly, so turned on.

You prompted yourself on your elbows as you watched him take off his tie, throwing it away, followed by his shirt as he went and kneed closer to you, his eyes staring at you like you’ve always dreamt about, your breathing barely contained as he slowly placed a kiss on the corner of your mouth, making you close your eyes as he did the same thing down your jaw, your throat, your neck.

As soon as he reached your chest, you were a whimpering mess. He was slowly killing you, and you loved every second of it.

Ron’s hand went up your thigh, his eyes staring at you so hungrily, he could devour you if he could, only he wanted to savour it, be as slow as he can, he hated to think he’d rush this.

Only you felt the complete opposite, you wanted him— no, needed him.

“Ron.. please.” You begged, his hand slowly going up your inner thigh. Ron smiled menacingly, his tongue licking his bottom lip at the sight of you so needy already, he felt hotness rush through him, his hands shaking, his sweat breaking out and parting his orange hair over his forehead.

“Please what?” He whispered, his fingertips brushing your skin gently as you felt every touch so intensely.

You were at loss of breath and words altogether. “Touch me.. please.” You begged more than asked, this made Ron come a little closer and closer as your faces were inches apart. “Isn’t that what I’m doing, love?” He asked, placing two fingers under your chin to turn your face towards his.

“More..” was all you could say, he grinned, his lips breaking into a smirk that made you squirm in need. “Don’t be impatient now, we’ve got all night.. and every night to come, you’re mine now and I’m going to do whatever I please with you, does that sound good to you?” Ron asked, his hand going around your throat as you nodded.

“Y-yes.” You trembled at his action, his hand closed in around your pipes but still enough you could breathe.. he was so gentle, you pushed against his hold to kiss him but he restrained you there. Still smirking, your stomach burned and your chest was about to explode, becoming more and more impatient.

“What did I say.. Hm? Don’t be impatient.” He warned as his hand went down to unbutton your shirt, pulling the fabric away to kiss your exposed, sweaty skin.

His mouth was on your breast as he sucked a love bite, licking and biting, his movement so slow that it drove you crazy. “Fuck— Ron…” you moaned, your fingers pushing into his scalp, your legs on either side of him so weak you could barely move them.

He pulled away, his lips red and swollen to continue undressing you.

His hands pulled down your skirt, exposing your body to him completely, the way he was looking at you made you weak in the knees, and the feeling of something pooling between your legs.

His hands went to his own pants, then. Undoing his belt as you heard his breathing more ragged, before he stopped for a moment, scoffing. “Shit, you’re so fucking perfect, I’ve never seen something so pretty that fucked my mind so good that I’ve no idea where to start, what do I do? Goddamn it, I want to do everything to you.” He gripped your thigh with forceful fingers, pulling you closer as you gasped.

He kissed down your stomach, sloppy hot kisses all over your skin, going further down your lower stomach, it was all quicker than before as you hadn’t realised he had pulled your underwear with both of his hands, his mouth still lowering down and making you gasp as he licked your dripping heat.

His movements were betraying his own words, he couldn't be any more slow as he grabbed your legs over his shoulders and ate you out, his mouth kissing and licking every inch of you, your moans getting louder and louder, his hot breath sending you on edge.

You whimpered out your words but nothing seemed like a full coherent sentence so you bit down your lip, holding his hair in your fingers, you gasped as you felt the knot in your stomach about to snap, your breathing laboured as Ron groaned against your wetness with a grip on your thighs so bruising.

He spread your legs just a little more as he rolled his nose inside of you, making you cry out as the feeling was unbearable, your eyes shut tight and your legs shaking and twitching beneath you, your orgasm washing all over you as you spilled your juices all over Ron’s tongue, his breathy laugh hitting your sensitive spot and making you whine.

“Fuck.” You breathed out, relaxing your grip on his hair and dropped your hands next to you as you collected your breaths.

But Ron was not done, he looked up at you, stroking your face with his warm hand, bringing his thumb against your bottom lip. “You taste so good, it’s not fair.. you know? You want to know why?”

He gently pushed a strand of your sweating bangs away from your face, behind your ear as you plucked up the ability to speak. “Why?” Ron smiled as you said that, a smile so loving but so bitter, jealous.

“That night you didn’t beg me to stay with you, did you want somebody else? Was somebody else on that pretty little mind of yours?” Ron asked, jealousy and anger replacing his tone, his hands going to his belt as he finally undid it fully, throwing it away and unzipped his pants.

“No— never.. I didn’t want anybody else.” You defended, all your feelings resurfacing as you heard his accusation.

Ron’s pants were completely off as you talked, he wasn’t impressed, he wanted you to say more. “Ron, I've always wanted you.” You continued as he came on top of you again, his cock in his hand before he spat in his palm, rubbing it all over his throbbing length, you blinked at his size but you couldn’t give much reaction before Ron pushed you back down.

Spreading your legs with his eyes burning into yours, wanting you to continue. “I’ve always needed you.” You whispered, that was all he needed until he pushed himself inside of you. Both of you gasping at the action, Ron groaned against your neck before he adjusted himself properly inside you, his whimpers dying down as he thrusted in and out.

It was your turn now for uncontrollable moans, every move he made had made you whimper and squirm, he held you down with strong hands over your hips, rolling himself faster each second. “Oh.. oh, oh yeah.” You moaned, your walls clenching around him, he felt so good.

“How good is this? Hm? Can anybody else make you feel this good? Tell me!” Ron took your palm in his hands as you cried out the harder he pushed himself into you, tears threatening to fall. “N-no.” You whined, Ron chuckled dryly as he let out a moan. “Exactly.. that’s exactly what I want to hear—“ he paused to let out another strangled moan which made you fold, your fingernails digging into his freckled shoulders as you whined for more.

Ron placed a hand over your stomach, still thrusting at the same pace as you gasped out at the feeling of being close. “I’m- I’m close.” You whispered, Ron went faster as soon as you said that.

Scratching his shoulder as you screamed before he took your mouth in his, kissing and swallowing down your moans, his thrusts becoming more brutal as you moaned into the kiss, your heartbeat so loud in your ears.

You and Ron were both moaning into each other’s mouths, your legs and hands shaking, so scared of how intense the feeling was as you came undone and letting out a loud scream with your tears cold against your face.

Ron pulled himself out of you after a few seconds of you collecting your breaths, finding it so hard to do so.

“Hey, baby.. breathe okay? Come on, in and out,” Ron kissed your cheek as you nodded, your chest calming down after a few intakes of breaths and the ginger was next to you. “Oh my god.” You sighed, running your fingers through your sweating hair.

“I know.” Ron giggled, his face still red, your fingernails indeed left scratches on his shoulders.

You just got to admit that it was so intense, it never ever felt this good.

“I’m sorry.” You said after a long pause of both of you not saying anything, just breathing and calming down.

“Hm? What for?” Ron turned to face you, his eyes back to the same blue you adored. You touched his shoulder with your fingertips as he looked at it, scoffing and shaking his head. “It hurts so good.” Ron grabbed you closer to him, kissing your forehead.

“It does?” You bit down your lip, Ron shook his head. “No, don’t be sorry.. it’s a good reminder that I’ve had the best sex in my whole life, and with a girl I’m so in love with.”

You blushed at his words. “I’m glad we both agree on that.” You grinned.

You and Ron stayed there for a few more minutes before he helped clean you up and dress you, then he took you to steal food from the kitchens and stare at the stars as you both ate, then steal a few more kisses before you had to part ways, both of you already missing the other.

Taglist: @jamespottersdaisy @george-weasleys-girl @thatdummy-girl @dancinglikeaballerina @jsjcue @scottish-lover

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COFFEE, r. lupin

when you woke you could barely remember anything that happened the night before, let alone where you were. waking up in his bed. remus' bed. how did you even get there?

"morning." you heard from the door frame, remus holding two coffee mugs. you furrowed your brows "how?"

"take some advil and drink your coffee, then we'll talk." he said walking up to you and handing you a mug. "just how you like it."

you muttered a thanks before throwing two pills in your mouth and swallowing a gulp of coffee. the burning sensation running along your throat.

remus sat down next to you, sipping on his coffee before meeting your eye.

"what happened last night?" you said, trying to remember

"a lot." he said setting his coffee down and repositioning himself.

notes: another little drabble!! I'm just bored and want to test out more of my writing skills :)

EYESHADOW, s. black

"come on, peach! you said you'd do my make up." he protested. you didn't mind doing his makeup, you actually loved it. he would hold onto your hips, making sure you didn't slip or fall, but it was sometimes hard to concentrate.

"sirius, right now?" you whined, shifting to your knees.

"yes right now, you promised." he said pulling you into his lap. he gently placed a light kiss on your cheek.

"you are a menace, sirius black." you groaned, leaning over him to grab your makeup bag. sirius quickly smiled, become giggly at the fact he won you over. you quickly sat it on your lap and started going through it.

"flattery is always key, peach."

—

sirius couldn't help but flutter his eyes every time the brush hit them. he was constantly moving.

"stay still siri, please." you asked, legs wrapped around his waist as you placed the eyeshadow upon his eyelid. his hands gently relaxed by your hips.

"i'm trying, it's kind of hard when you're poking me."

"poking you? i can stop if-"

sirius quickly replaced his hands upon your hips holding you down. "no, no don't stop." he said opening his eyes to look at you.

"okay" you whispered, you gently placed a kiss to his lips before he shut his eyes again. hands still on your hips but more relaxed now. you continued to apply the eyeshadow on the other eye.

BAND-AIDS, j. potter

tw: mentions of blood

it wasn't a lie, you did nip your finger with the knife while you were cutting carrots. did you make it over dramatic so you could be alone with james, maybe, but it's been weeks since the two of you had been together.

james quickly pulled you into the bathroom, where he and lily kept the first-aid kit. stumbling to get it open, before you placed your hand on his shoulder.

"it's okay, jamie."

"okay? your bleeding, flower." he gestured to your finger, which in reality wasn't really bleeding all crazy.

"not that much, here-" you quickly turned the tap on, running your finger underneath the water. washing off the visible blood. "see, jamie." you rushed your finger straight into his face. your cut trickling a little bit of blood.

"it just needs a bandaid." james opened the first-aid kit, scavenging through for a band-aid. he pulled out a band-aid.

"and maybe a kiss?"

"you're pushing it, love." he opened the band-aid before placing it against your skin.

"please, jamie." james sighed, looking at your finger then your face. you could see the wheels spinning in his head.

"all of our friends are outside."

"they won't find out. promise, j." you began to pout while fluttering your eyes again. james sighed before licking his lips and pressing them against your cut.

"there happy, birdie." he said while opening the band-aid and placing around your finger.

"you make me happy." james smiled again before he pulled you into a kiss.

notes: i probably could have made this longer... but it's alright <3

SOMETHING, j. potter

you knew james was a one of a kind man. the kind of man to set flowers in a vase in the middle of the table. the kind of man to kiss your nose before he left for work. the kind of man that would do anything for you.

you notice everything james has done. but he's been distant, short with everything you two talked about. every time you had asked him why he was being so distant, he'd make up an excuse.

"james, can you just tell me why you're being like this?" you shouted at him, as he sat on the sofa. "what are you talking about?" he said throwing his head back to look at you.

"you know what i'm talking about james. you've been distant." you said moving in front of him. his gaze following your every movement. "sweets, I'm not doing anything wrong! i wanted to watch my show!" he argued

"jamie seriously! god i'm so done with you! you're always lying to me! you're always gone and you won't talk to me anymore!" he could see the tears start forming in your eyes. "birdie." he said sitting up. "i'm sorry, i didn't mean to be distant with you."

"god, i don't think i can do this anymore, jamie." you muttered, making him jump up. hands grabbing your upper arms. "birdie, please listen to me. i- it's hard to explain, but i will. sit please." he said shifting you towards the sofa. "look, baby- i- god, hold on let me grab something really quick." he said running off in to your shared room, scavenging through things before walking back out. "i wanted it to be more romantic, but i was so scared you'd say no." he said pulling out the tiny tiffany box. "jamie-"

he repositioned himself on one of his knees and slowly opened the small box letting the sight of a ring become visible. "baby- will you do me the honors of becoming my wife. i'm sorry i was so distant. i was just so scared you'd say no but i was also trying to make this more romantic-" "jamie, are you- yes. jamie yes." his mouth closed and formed a smile. "yes?" he ask, before you snatched the box out of his hand, you slid the ring on your finger before cupping james' face and smashing your lips onto his. mouths opening allowing each other's tongues to explore each other's. the kiss became heated fast, james' hands fleeting to your thighs pulling you into him.

you slowly pull apart, saliva spilling from both tongues. "jamie-" "i'll make this amazing for both of us." he said sliding his hands under your bum before pulling you up. "james, you are something else!" you said as he slowly kissed your neck as he entered the bedroom.

i want to sit in a field of grass and flowers