Some Fluff To Change Things Up....

Some fluff to change things up....

Requested by a friend @swvaxq

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Want to talk about it, love?

"Not really"

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

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

"What do you want then?"

"Cuddles."

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

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

"Let's get in bed, yeah?"

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

"Rem?"

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

"Thank you"

"For what, sweetheart?"

"Everything"

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

"Shall we eat the cake then?"

"I thought you would never ask."

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

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

Me... so me 🙏

I want Remus Lupin to rail me.

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

That’s it, that’s the post.

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

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

more on the way in a second masterlist

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

Masterlist No.1 (no.2 here)

Edit: Updated version ✌️

¤ = smut

smau = social media au

Marauders Era:

Remus Lupin:

Remus & lazy hickeys , Version 2 ¤

Remus adoring breasts ¤

Remus making you scream ¤

Getting you so worked up, you can not speak ¤

Kinda Meanie Remus ¤

Shirtless Remus ¤

Remus and his kisses ¤

Mean streak ¤

Summer vibes , Version 2 ¤

Taunting ¤

Rivals to lovers ¤

No homework done I guess ¤

Annoying distraction ¤

Wolfy traits¤

Making Birthdays special ¤

Remus in his feels ¤

Comforting reader , Version 2 , Version 3, Version 4

Taking care of you, Version 2

Warning label

Stress reliever ¤

Angsty Confession

Misunderstanding

Study Motivation ¤

Mean Remus, vol.2 ¤

Bad mood

Baby fever

Slowest slow burn to ever burn ¤

Formula One:

Charles Leclerc:

Baby Leclerc (smau)

Lotta history (smau)

It's never over ¤

Cat mama

Single mom

Jealousy jealousy (smau)

Lighting McMarried (smau)

For the hope of it all (Series smau)

Married to who (wolff reader)

Domestic Bliss (smau)

Bffs angst

Enemy racers (smau)

Vacation (smau)

Married angst

Revenge Reader (smau)

Overprotective (smau)

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

Max Verstappen:

Max being late

Max as a dad

U dumbfuck (smau)

Sexy times ¤

Crazy Cat Lady (series)

Carlos Sainz:

Obsessed (smau)

Mich Shumacker:

Rosy cheeks and salty hair ¤

Lando Norris:

Star wars? (smau series)

Danny Ric:

Best friends to lovers (smau)

Oscar Piastri:

Bookish (smau)

Soft launching? (smau)

This is about Oscar? (smau)

Who is Oscar Piastri? (smau)

Sweetener ¤

Grumpy x Sunshine (smau)

Kiss it better (smau)

Oblivious besties (smau)

My girl ¤

Vroom vroom bitch (smau)

Arthur Leclerc:

WHAT? (smau)

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

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

Besties to more (smau)

Insta dumps (smau)

Sunshine x grumpy (smau)

The black card life (smau)

Birthday boy (smau)

Race bffs (smau)

Teddy bear (smau)

Sickenly in love (smau)

(Extra)ordinary (smau)

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

No one else

In sickness and in health

Comfort after a race , vol.2

Domestic - ish

Morning snuggles

Those three words

Olives and Lemonade

Call me cupid

Only you (smau series)

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

This is my first ever fic so...my English are not that good ,since they are not my native language

Warnings: minors do not interact, female reader, no use of y/n, smut, CAR SEX, oral sex (f receiving),teasing, thigh thumping, pussy slapping, p in v, WRAP IT BEFORE YOU TAP IT ... aftercare <3

The mentioned song:

My favorite song is blaring in Remus' car radio and we sing our hearts out as we return from our movie date. We took a detour on our way home and now we are heading to the Cliff Park and overlook the city as every light shuts down as its inhabitants fall asleep.

We arrive at our destination and he turns off the lights. We look at each other and start giggling like crazy people.

"That had to be the worst movie we ever watched." I say laughingly.

"Really because if i remember correctly you couldn't stop laughing over those horrible jokes." He says as he fixes me with a horrified look. "Remind me why I want to be in a relationship with you?"

"Because you love me and will treasure me until the end of time. And the only reason I was laughing was your horrible jokes. Seriously I have gotten so used to them that now this awkward laughing has become a coping mechanism." I say back at him and smirk triumphantly.

"From all those absurd words that left your mouth only few are true." He answers without stopping and reaches over and draws me closer for a kiss. One long and rough kiss that leaves me breathless when I lean back. "I do love you and I will treasure you until the end of time. And I will worship you, as I have done multiple times already, and will continue doing so." He continues without missing a bit and sounding as normal as ever.

His words knock the breath out of my lungs more effectively than his previous kiss. I rest against my seat, firing a look his way and wiggle my eyebrows as I lower my car seat. He unbuckles his seat belt and grabs me to cover his body with mine. He starts kissing me again and I open my mouth practically demanding him to make out with me. He complies happily and sucks harshly at my bottom lip as if saying I'm in charge here, just before he breaks our kiss.

He places his hands on my hips and starts grinding them against his. A satisfied sigh leaves me as he repositions me on his thigh and he starts bouncing me and marks my neck. My forehead glues to his as I open my mouth in a silent scream and let him guide me to my high. My pleasure though is short lived as I accidentally hit the steering wheel and the horn echoes. We look at each other and we burst out laughing.

He wraps his hands around me and lays me in the backseat. He hooks his fingers in my trousers and throws them somewhere near my feet. He spreads my legs and starts running a finger on top of my panties, teasing me, pulling them even higher, giving me a minimum friction of what is going to follow in a few minutes. After he is done torturing me, he rests on his knees and throws my feet on his shoulders as he lowers his head on my heat and starts sucking my clit on top of my panties along with licking and wetting them even more. I whine and whimper as it starts becoming too much, though he doesn't stop and tightens his grip on my hips and fondles my ass, having only one goal, making me come undone as many times as possible. And he does just that. I scream as I reach my high and he circles my clit in the very clear shape of a heart as I calm down.

"Meanie" I whisper to him. He gloats as he answers "Yeah, but you like it that way. Your body responses betray you my love." I hum agreeing with his retort and make grubby hands at him and pouting my lips. He gets the message and leans down to kiss me sweetly on the lips, but I startle as I feel a hand slapping my sensitive cunt. An involuntary moan slips out of my mouth and I look up at him as he stares at me innocently and rips my panties.

"What's the matter, sweetheart?" Sounds out just before he brings his hand down on my cunt, overstimulating my nerves and filling me with pleasuring pain. One, two, three… ten times and stops as I beg him. "Please what, my dove?" He asks mockingly, just to spite me even though he knows exactly what I am asking for.

I stare daggers at him and thankfully he doesn't give me a hard time. He removes my shirt and my bra along with his clothes and enters me without a single warning or changing our position. He fills me to the hilt and I fill his tip nudging my stomach, watching as it reforms my skin in that area. He draws back a few centimeters and slams back into me, his balls hitting my ass. He rests on his elbows, right above me and continues slamming into me at a brutal pace. My hands try to find something steady to hold onto and and travel towards the window, where I leave a very prominent handprint, in its fogged surface from our rapid breaths.

The only things I can hear is Remus' and mine labored breathing, accompanied with moans and grunts and a lovely melody.

The world was on fire; nobody can save me but you.

My favorite song still plays in the background and as we both reach our peak, we whisper these lyrics, adorned with love and confessing one again our feelings for each other.

My eyes roll back and my mind fogs. A nose nudges mine and I slowly open my eyes and see those beautiful green eyes staring back at me full with devotion. We lay on our sides and stay tangled as we study each other and talk hoarsely after our little adventure.

word count: 1.022

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

Part 1 , Part 3

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

"I can't work with her."

"It's impossible to work with him."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"The what ?"

"I think he is gone."

"Oh really?"

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

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

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

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

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

How did he…? Is he a mind reader?

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

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

"Punk"

"Jerk"

"Dickhead"

"Oh you are going to feel that soon."

"Bite me, Lupin."

"If you insist."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I am close" I whimper

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

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

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

"Ready for round two?"

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