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★ Microfic tags: wolfstar | wolfstarbucks | bartylus | black brothers | marauders (characters or more general hc) | hucklerobby | hollanov

★ Headcanon tags: heated rivalry

AO3 fics:

𖹭.ᐟ Happy birthday, pretty boy – wolfstar, pwp, remus bottoming for the first time, crossdressing

𖹭.ᐟ God only knows – bartylus, angst/non-comfort, barty mourning regulus’ death, religious trauma

𖹭.ᐟ Will you behave yourself now? – wolfstar, pwp, pathetic remus, car sex

𖹭.ᐟ Tu me rends fou – wolfstar, pwp, first time, fluff and humor

𖹭.ᐟ But I’m a creep, I’m a weirdo - bartylus, pwp, stalker barty, degradation and pain kink

𖹭.ᐟ Good pets get on their knees - marylene, pwp, body worshipping, deepthroating

𖹭.ᐟ Teach me how to scream - wolfstarbucks, pwp, DILF sirius and james

𖹭.ᐟ My body gives you chills - wolfstar, divorced remadora (on good terms and raising teddy together), personal trainer sirius, he takes good care of remus ;)

𖹭.ᐟ But Remus and Sirius hate each other... right? - wolfstarbucks, cowboy au, rivals to lovers wolfstar, voyeur james

𖹭.ᐟ Daddy's naughty Sex Jar - wolfstar, pwp, dom sirius / sub remus, daddy kink, lingerie

𖹭.ᐟ You might have saved me - wolfstar, fluff, werehamster remus

𖹭.ᐟ We already knew - wolfstar, fluff, humor, mild hurt/comfort, love confession

𖹭.ᐟ Keeping that mouth busy - wolfstar, pwp, friends to friends with benefits, remus lupin has an oral fixation

𖹭.ᐟ Remus Lupin' sex tape and the descent into madness of Sirius Black - fem wolfstar, pwp, sex tape, voyeur sirius black, degradation kink, trichophilia

𖹭.ᐟ Just a pet I own - fem wolfstar, pwp, dom sirius / sub remus, exhibitionism, ass play, possessive sex

𖹭.ᐟ Drink me please - wolfstar, omegaverse, alpha sirius / omega remus, breeding kink, pregnancy kink, lactation kink, size kink

♡ this fic is for my moon, my brubs, happy birthday to you and hope you enjoy it ♡

It was 11 am of a boring Sunday, the birds were chirping, the sun was shining bright, and Shane…

Shane was pouting.

Gone was his usual neutral expression, that timid and cute smile that he sometimes gifted Ilya with, and, in its place, a full and big pout, one that his husband couldn't take his eyes off.

Since the omega had gotten pregnant and his belly became bigger and rounder, that unavoidable pout had been making its appearance more often than not, whenever Ilya didn't give him exactly what he wanted, or when he said Shane's less favourite word: no.

'Moiya lyubov…' Ilya whined, begging for mercy, but Shane was having none of it.

His eyes looked shinier and bigger too, his nose cute like a button, painted with those adorable freckles Ilya loved kissing one by one, and his cheeks had that apple-like colour and shape that got Ilya biting one them whenever he had the chance.

He had heard about it before —a biological, lethal weapon that pregnant omegas used on their alphas to make sure they didn't leave them. Not only their pheromones got sweeter, as if warm milk was flowing through their veins, but they also looked effortlessly adorable and irresistible, igniting any alpha's possessiveness and primal need to protect them.

Now, Ilya was experimenting it first hand, unable to resist to Shane's loveliness and giving in to any request his husband had, as silly as it was.

This was one of those.

'Please, you know this is a bad idea,' he tried again, hoping for Shane to think about it twice.

The pout only got bigger.

'You promised you would do it, at least once,' Shane murmured, and that little trail of voice was freaking adorable too. Ilya's heart was beating hard against his chest. Was he feeling dizzy?

'Of course, sweetheart, but it is better to do it after pregnancy, don't you think?' he attempted to grab one of Shane's hands, but his omega moved it away before he could take it, and Ilya swore he was about to pull his own hair out.

'No.' Shane didn't even give any arguments, he didn't need to. Rationality had no place in the conversation when he was furrowing and his pout was trembling as if he was about to cry and…

'Okay, okay, you win. We can meet with JJ,' Ilya ended up sighing, and Shane's face lightened up immediately. Only for that, it was worth it not having a shred of dignity.

He had been whining to him about meeting with his former teammate for weeks, but Ilya felt reluctant to do it. He still remembered how he had turned his back of Shane when he needed him the most, and that breach of loyalty was something Shane might forgive, but Ilya did not.

'But that doesn't mean I forgive him for what he did to you when you left the Voyageurs. I'm only going because I won't leave you alone with that stupid beta,' Ilya continued, but Shane wasn't listening any more. He was already getting up —not without effort, given how heavy his belly had gotten, full of pups.

'Ilya, help me get dressed,' he ordered, leading towards the bedroom without even looking back.

Ilya rolled his eyes, but he couldn't help but smile affectionately as he followed his husband.

'Of course, baby. Sit on the bed while I take your clothes out.'

They had already gotten used to that routine by now. Shane would wait patiently while Ilya chose some comfy pants and a soft t-shirt for him, and he would stay still while Ilya put those on him. At first, he would complain and whine, claiming he didn't need any help, but Ilya would be the one pouting then, and Shane couldn't do anything but give in. It was because of the pregnancy's hormones, for sure.

Shane took that moment of peace to look at his husband closely. He looked handsome, he always did, but since the pregnancy, he also looked brighter, healthier than ever. He would lift Shane up without flinching and would never get tired of indulging him, even going to the store at 2 am just to get him any of the snacks he was craving without complaining once.

He was the best mate he could have asked for.

'Hey,' he said softly, getting Ilya's clear and piercing eyes on him.

'Yes, malysh?'He caressed his belly carefully, with the same love and delicacy he had always shown him.

'Ya tebya lyublyu,' Shane whispered, and Ilya's eyes widened, as they always did when Shane said that to him. It was unusual, given than his omega had more common ways of showing his love and care for him that were not words, but that also made it more meaningful when it happened.

'Me too, from the first moment you were a little shit to me,' Ilya teased, loving to get a reaction from Shane, like the roll of eyes he got right then.

'Come on, let's meet JJ before it gets too late and my back starts hurting,' Shane said, getting up slowly by resting his weight on Ilya.

'Wait, don't you have to ask him first if he can today?' Ilya asked, confused.

'Oh, I already did. I knew you would agree eventually,' Shane admitted without a hint of shame.

That won him a bit of inappropriate swearing and a light smack on the ass, but it was worth it, only to see that mischievous glint on Ilya's eyes and feel that known proudness on his chest whenever he beat his alpha at something.

At least he knew that would mean a lot of fun that night, when Ilya decided to get his revenge and Shane let him have his way, not without fighting a bit first.

have been reading a lot of team sex fics lately where shane is in the middle and ilya might let the ottawa players touch shane or not depending on how he feels, and it got me thinking of shane being ottawa centaurs' baby that makes them go kind of crazy. he definitely loves the attention and showing off for his teammates, also love awaking ilya's jealousy and pushing him to show his possessiveness around everyone else, being touched and manhandles while his teammates lick their lips and devour him with their eyes.

In Remus' dream, he was covered in cake. His arms and legs were stuck in the soft sponge, and hot, creamy chocolate sauce slid down his stomach, towards the dark path between his legs.

He felt himself moaning and moving his hips, trying to get the syrup where he needed it the most, right in the spot where his big nub kept hardening more and more, unable to let go of the pleasure.

Suddenly, warmth wrapped him, sucked him hard, and, oh, he might have let out a loud cry, but he couldn't care at that moment. He tried to buckle his hips, but the sponge grabbed him hard by his thighs and kept him in place.

He was going to be eaten.

The suction was there again, this time harder, insatiable, making him jump again, even if he could not escape —not like he wanted to, anyway.

'You like that, baby?' A husky voice whispered. It was familiar, and, with it, the cake disappeared from his body and he wasn’t covered in chocolate anymore.

He blinked quickly, gasped, and felt the known softness of his mattress underneath him.

A light white sheet covered his body from the waist down and he had to rub his eyes before noticing the big bulge that was hiding under it, moving between his legs.

He could now confirm that the suction on his clit had not been a dream, because there it was again, making him squirm and squeeze the sheet with his fists. However, he was still feeling lost, wandering between what was real and what was not. Luckily, his boyfriend talked again and took him back to reality:

‘You finally woke up?’

Remus lifted the sheet slowly, and there he was. Sirius, with his black curls falling down his face, almost covering those stormy eyes filled with arousal, his tongue sticking playfully and his lower face soaked with what probably were Remus’ juices.

Remus couldn’t see further than his shoulders, but he imagined that Sirius was probably only wearing his boxers and might have been rubbing his pussy against the mattress until a wet patch stained the thin piece of cloth. The thought made his own dick twitch.

‘Pads, wh…?’ Remus started talking, not even sure of what he wanted to say. Both “what we’re you doing” and “why did you stop” seemed perfectly suitable.

‘If I want you to have the best birthday ever it should start from the moment you wake up, don’t you think?’ Sirius winked at him and Remus couldn’t help but chuckle.

‘Well, I’m not complaining, just surprised.’ It was not like this was the first time Sirius did this. Hell, even Remus had done it a few times, after they had both admitted liking it. He wasn’t still used to it though. Hopefully, he would never be. It was more fun this way.

'Now, can I continue?' Sirius raised his brow at him, cheeky as always, and Remus wanted to kiss him, but if there was something that he wanted more, that was...

'Yes, please,' he asked politely, and that earned him a squeeze on his thigh and for Sirius' lips to focus on his clit again, sucking eagerly and stealing some high-pitched moans from him.

Sirius was good at a lot of things, but eating pussy was definitely at the top of it. He knew the perfect way of flipping his tongue under the head of Remus' dick to make him roll his eyes, how to drive him crazy by lapping at his hole and making him ask for more.

And if there was something as perfect as his tongue, those were his fingers. Long, slender, experts at finding his sweet spot and pressing it at the right moment.

Sirius used them to spread Remus' folds and caress his entrance.

'Want me to fuck you?' he asked playfully, tilting his head with a fake innocence that almost made Remus groan.

He nodded, desperate to have his boyfriend inside of him, but Sirius didn't enter him. He continued rubbing his hole and making it gap.

'You know how this works, sweetheart. Have to ask it nicely,' Sirius teased in a sing-song voice, and Remus had to fight the urge of pulling his hair.

'Pads...' he started, watching Sirius' eyes sparkle with delight. He loved when Remus entered his little game. 'Will you fuck me, please?'

'Of course, my moon,' Sirius answered sweetly, and one of his fingers didn't hesitate to penetrate Remus slowly, giving him time to get used to the intrusion.

When Remus' hole started throbbing, he started moving it at the same time that his thumb pressed on Remus' clit.

They locked eyes, and time seemed to stop. Remus felt dizzy with pleasure, his gaze unfocused and his mouth semi-opened, letting out those lovely sounds Sirius seemed to adore.

His boyfriend was looking at him as if Remus was the only hanging the moon for him, and their faces slowly drew closer until their mouths found each other in a passionate kiss that said everything they could not find the words for.

While Sirius entered another finger and bent them to press on Remus' pleasure spot, Remus used the opportunity to move his hand to Sirius' boxers and start stroking him over his underwear.

Sirius gasped, surprised, but Remus felt his lips curving upwards as he fucked his mouth with his tongue while his fingers did the same with his pussy.

'I'm close, Pads,' Remus moaned against his lips, breathing Sirius' sighs of pleasure in.

'Me too, Moony. Don't stop,' Sirius ordered, and Remus didn't find any excuse not to obey. He loved giving pleasure to his boyfriend and connecting with him in such an intimate way.

As Sirius' index and middle fingers fucked his sweet spot and his thumb rubbed his dick, as Remus' hand found its way into Sirius' underwear and looked for his swollen clit under his bush, they both came together, moaning each other's name and swallowing each other's moans into their mouths.

It was perfect. It was everything Remus could ask for.

'Thank you, my star,' Remus muttered as Sirius left sweet kisses on his cheek and hugged him with his clean hand.

'This is only the start, my love. You will see,' Sirius answered, and Remus grinned at him, not being able to hide his happiness, not wanting to.

thinking of fem shane being so shy and innocent-looking that everyone buys that facade, but fem ilya sees the freakness hidden underneath that layer of softness and good manners. however, shane still manages to surprise her.

Sirius' life had to be a sitcom.

There' was no other explanation for why his Valentine's date was being such a fucking joke.

First of all, Mundungus didn't look anything like his Grinder profile. The blonde, surfer hair in the photo had magically disappeared, leaving a shiny bald spot that Sirius could have perfectly used as a mirror for doing his eyeliner. It also seemed like Mr. Fletcher had suddenly aged 20 years, and, listen, it was not as if Sirius really minded age gaps, but this was the type of situation where, instead of Daddy, he might need to use Grandpa, and that wasn't what he would call a turn-on.

However, the worst thing of it all was the goddamn garlic breath. Sirius could only wonder, did this man have a chronic phobia of vampires? Or did he never brush his teeth?

He was trying really hard to control his yawns, and to breath through his mouth so that he would not suffocate with the fetid odor. It was a bit difficult, given that he was also trying to taste some of the spaghetti he had ordered.

Mundungus was telling him a really boring story about his job that would serve perfectly as a bedtime story, and Sirius' eyes were scanning the restaurant absently, trying to focus on something that could help him not to fall asleep right there.

Luckily, he found it.

Two tables ahead, a man was sitting down with the same expression as Sirius'. His droopy, honey eyes were also struggling to keep open, and his shiny mouth seemed to be unconsciously pouting in a way Sirius could only find cute.

It seemed like his Valentine's date was also going badly, and Sirius could perfectly guess why.

He recognised the man that was sitting in front of the beautiful stranger. He had been on a date with him two months ago, and, being completely honest, it was on par with the current one he was having. That man, Gilderoy Lockhart —Sirius wouldn't be able to forget his name after the man had repeated it a thousand times—, only knew how to talk about himself and the amazing, best-selling books he had written —Sirius had googled them on his way home, and it hadn't been until he had clicked on the third Google tab that they had appeared.

If he was feeling sorry about himself before, it was nothing compared to what he now felt for the unknown man that seemed so uncomfortable any other date would have noticed, but, of course, Gilderoy was too busy talking about his great —and fake— achievements.

It was at that moment that Sirius made a decision.

'I'm sorry, but I have to go. You can eat what's left of my pasta, it was a bit uncooked for my taste,' he interrupted Mundungus, who looked at him with unconcealed confusion, but Sirius didn't really care.

He got up from the chair and, without a second thought, approached the table where Gilderoy continued talking under the stranger's bored gaze.

'So, yeah, dealing with fame it's a bit tedious, but what can I do if "Swimming with mermaids" got viral so quickly?' Gilderoy told the other man, and Sirius thought that this was his chance.

'Oh, yeah, I remember you also told me about that book, but I couldn't find it that easily when I looked for it,' Sirius added, his heartbeat fastening when the stranger snapped out of it and looked at him with a surprised, but not annoyed, expression.

Gilderoy, on the other hand, furrowed his brows as soon as he saw him, and that brought a smile to Sirius' face.

'Excuse me, but this is a private date, who...?'

'Oh, you don't remember me? Sirius, Sirius Black.' Gilderoy's eyes widened after hearing his name. 'We had a similar date to this one some time ago, and you also spent the whole dinner talking about your amazing books.'

The stranger didn't seem sleepy anymore. His attention was focused on Sirius, who noticed the way the corners of his mouth were twitching, obviously holding his laughter. That only encouraged Sirius to continue talking.

'However, it seemed like you made a mistake when talking about the number of books you had sold. You talked about 10000, but it was more like 10, right? Such a silly slip-up.'

The stranger wasn't hiding his smile anymore, giggling silently at the same time that Gilderoy's face turned red, and Sirius decided to throw the final bomb.

'Also, you told me you were close with Mary Macdonald, the famous editor, right? You see, she's the girlfriend of one of my best friends, Marlene, and when I asked her about you, her only answer was a confused "Who?"'

That seemed to be the last straw for the stranger, who let out a loud laugh and almost fell off his chair. Gilderoy's mouth opened and closed repeatedly, but he was in too much of a shock to give a proper answer.

Sirius saw his opportunity, and he offered the other man his hand without hesitation.

'So...'

'Remus, that's my name,' the man said, accepting his hand with a small smile on his face.

'Beautiful name, Remus. So, what do you think about leaving this liar here, and joining me for a slice of pizza? I know a really good place nearby.'

Remus' smile widened, leaving his crooked teeth on sight, and Sirius thought this man couldn't have been more lovely, even if he tried.

'I would love that, Sirius.' He got up, not letting go of Sirius' hand and sharing his warmth with him.

Right before leaving, he seemed to remember that Gilderoy was there, and he looked at him with an innocent-looking expression. 'Well, Mr. Lockhart, given that you have sold so many books, I suppose that the bill is on you.'

This time it was Sirius who roared with laughter, and he squeezed Remus' hand as they walked towards the exit.

Suddenly, Mundungu's hoarse voice rose behind them.

'Wait, where are you going? Who do you think you are?' he snapped, angrily.

Sirius sighed, not wanting to deal with more drama, but Remus beat him to the answer.

'Excuse me, but I think you should swap the pesto sauce for something less smelly. Enjoy your night.'

It was that moment when Sirius was completely sure that Remus was the man made for him.

And they left, simple as that, hand in hand and laughter escaping their lips every time they remembered what just happened.

Remus knew he should have told Lily to fuck off. But he hadn’t. First, because she was his best friend. Second, because, when it came to love, she always knew what to do.

Love. That was the reason for this all. A love so strong, so intense, so powerful, it blinded him and encouraged him to make the silliest decisions, like the one he had just made.

‘Come on, Rem, you look amazing,’ Lily assured him, but he felt unable to speak, to move.

His eyes were focused in the figure reflected on the mirror. A young man with honey-coloured eyes and light brown curls, wearing a beautiful baby-blue sheer dress that fit perfectly around his slim waist and highlighted his long legs everything the skirt lifted up.

Lily knew how much he loved wearing dresses since he was a child—that’s why she had gifted him this princess-like dress that had left Remus mesmerised in front of a shop window some weeks ago.

However, she also knew how embarrassed he felt about wearing them in public. That’s why she had gotten into Remus’ head that James and her anniversary party was the perfect occasion to wear the dress.

It was going to be a discrete, small event, where only their closest friends were invited to their house. Sirius, one of them.

‘Do you think…?’ Remus didn’t need to finish the question. Lily’s arms were around him in a second, her peach-coloured lips next to his ear.

‘They will love it, Rem. Trust me.’

All he could manage as an answer was a tremulous nod as she kissed his cheek lovingly, like she always did when she sensed his nervousness, knowing that one of Lily’s kisses had enough warmth to make one’s heart feel a little more at ease.

‘Come on. They are waiting.’ She took his hand and they left the room, shoulder to shoulder, like they had always done since they were 13.

The voices of their friends could be heard in the main floor, and Remus’ heart threatened to leave his chest. But Lily squeezed his hand, and that small gesture of encouragement gave him enough courage to continue walking down the stairs.

He saw them the moment he stepped on the last stair, their tall figure standing next to the kitchen door.

Their black, long waves had been tied up with an elegant kanzashi adorned with small, red flowers, but some naughty locks of hair framed their face. Their eyes looked greyer than ever thanks to the metallic-blue eyeliner outlining them, and they had painted their lips a kissable shade of pink.

When their gazes found each other, their eyes widened, and Remus couldn’t help but bite his lower lip.

He looked to his side for a second, but Lily had already disappeared, surely to go spend time with his husband, and now it was just the two of them.

‘Moony, you…’ their voice trailed off softly as they approached him, and Remus wasn’t sure what to think of it.

‘Hi, Pads.’ He hoped his anxiety wasn’t obvious, and he tried to focus on Sirius’ strong and addictive scent, the citric and slightly sweet perfume they wore only for special occasions, that he could appreciate now that they were so close.

‘I’ve always claimed that no one could look better in a dress than me, and now I have to take that back,’ they muttered, making Remus’ cheeks turn impossible red.

‘You know that’s not true,’ Remus complained without too much force, his skin buzzing nicely when Sirius took his hand and started playing with his fingers.

‘It is. I don’t have the words to describe how pretty you look, so let me show you with a dance.’

And before Remus could say anything against it, Sirius took his hand and led him to the living room, where soft music from the 70s was playing and a few of their friends were also dancing. Remus greeted them with a nod before Sirius placed their hand on Remus' waist and started leading the slow dance, making Remus spin around the room.

Every time laughter left Remus' lips, Sirius' eyes seemed to sparkle like the star they were named after. It was magical, and Remus was afraid the moment he blinked everything would be gone and turn into a dream. But that didn't happen.

Sirius and Remus kept dancing, and Sirius kept praising Remus' dress and, at the end of the night, when their feet hurt and they sat down together in the dark and cozy garden, Sirius' hand stopped playing with the edge of Remus' dress to cup his cheek and brush their lips against Remus'.

When Remus kissed them back, he did it with his heart filled with love and excitement, with the promise of a million more kisses and the sureness of his feelings being reciprocated.

Dennis with his small mouth opened, tears painting his lashes like dew drops, brows furrowed while he struggles to take it all.

‘Open wider, Whitaker,’ Robby says, his voice firm while one of his big hands keeps Dennis’ head in place.

“I don’t think I can, sir”, it’s what Dennis wants to say. His jaw is starting to feel numb and all he can focus on is his superior’s musky weight against his tongue, a feeling of usefulness filling his chest.

But he wants to be good. He wants Robby to look at him with pride, to pat his head like he does on their shifts, to whisper “well done, kid” in his ear and make his legs tremble just like that.

He tries, he really does. The corners of his mouth hurt, a sinfully pleasant pain that reminds him how much he wants this, and he’s sure there’s drool dripping down his chin.

Robby’s chuckle confirms it.

‘You love this,’ he mutters, and it’s not a question.

Dennis’s cheek burn and his knees are starting to complain about the hard floor of the empty hospital room where he’s kneeling, very aware of the danger of it, of the fact that anyone —and that means anyone— could walk on them in any moment.

He hopes Robby is ready to do something if that happens, because he’s not in the right mental state to really care about it.

There’s only one though that matters, and it has a lot to do with the cock of the man in front of him —of his boss— slipping in and out of his mouth, fucking his throat to his liking and making Dennis’ body feel deliciously numb, as if it was not his property, but the other man’s.

He loves when Robby uses him like this, when he turns him into a fuck toy and doesn’t even have to ask him if he wants this, because there’s no way he can deny it when his hard-on is leaving a wet stop in his uniform trousers and he looks dumb, gaze unfocused and swollen lips for this man to enjoy.

‘Mmh, good. You are doing so well, baby,’ Robby groans, and Dennis doesn’t need anything else.

It doesn’t matter if his knees or his jaw hurt.

It doesn’t matter if they might get caught.

It doesn’t matter if he doesn’t get to cum.

Because Robby thinks he is a good boy, and that’s already more than what he deserves.