Fem!Remus x Fem!reader; Werewolf!Remus x Vampire!Reader; Slytherin!reader; Just a little series that I've been thinking of because there's not enough werewolf x vampire content with Remus out there. All male characters have been genderbent because I love women.

You stare down at your parchment, the ink you just spilt flowing over the page, leaving nothing but black. You look at your inked soaked hands, imagining the absolute pain it will be to wash off. You hear snickers and gasps in the classroom, no doubt watching you.

"You alright, love?" Barty says next to you, a teasing tone that you've quickly learn never to take to heart.

You let out a barely translatable grunt as you get up out of your seat and make your way to the bathroom without a word to the professor. The truth is, you're not alright in the slightest. The almost nauseating smell of blood flowing through the class room as well as the nonsensical lesson on vampires that the professor was spewing wasn't enough to alarm you. Remus on the other hand, was.

Your father had spent years helping you to make the most out of your vampiric life. He never wanted the draining powers of the sun to weigh you down. He refused to let the smell of blood drive you insane. He never accounted for the rage, irritation and confusion that came with the beautiful but vexing girl that was Remus Lupin.

Remus made your unnatural condition feel all the more unnatural. The feeling wasn't often, which made it even more concerning. You just knew that one day, you were able to walk pass Remus in the halls with no problem and the next, your knees began to buckle, your usually slow, half living heart beats at a pace you've unfamiliarized yourself with and you're biting your bottom lip to mollify the hunger rapidly stirring up inside of you. It's made you clumsy. Skittish. Weak. It was driving you insane.

You enter the bathroom, turning on the faucet, exasperated, scrubbing you hands vigorously, your sharp nails grazing your cold skin. You were able to get most of it off safe for the greyish-black stain that stuck to you. You hear the halls begin to flood with chatter. Classes are finally over. You can finally retreat to your dark oasis.

You leave the bathroom, not the slightest bit surprised to see Barty and Evan standing outside, waiting for you. You pay them no mind, heading towards your dorm as they walk calmly behind you. They're talking about something Barty did to piss off McGonagall this morning but you're not impressed.

You keep your attention in front of you, catching Remus and her posse walking the opposite way.

"That a new style you're trying out or something?" Sirius black teases, a wide grin plastered on her face as she stares harshly at you hands. You pick up the pace as your nostrils become blocked, a familiar and offensive scent invading your space. You hear your friends in the distance bickering with Black before catching up with you.

Once you've finally made it to your dark, satisfyingly isolated room. You practically jump into your bed, closing the curtains on your canopy bed, all but suffocating yourself under your covers. Dorcas, your dorm mate, doesn't say a word, already having adapted to your routine.

"Hey there, beautiful!" Barty hails Dorcas excitedly as if they haven't seen each other a plethora of times today.

You don't hear Dorcas respond back. She enjoys the quiet as much as you do. It's a shame you brought your rowdiest friends back with you. You hear the slight scrape of the hooks hoisting up your curtains along the bar as someone draws them back, sitting on your bed.

"Hungry?" you hear Evan ask.

You lay still for a moment, debating whether it’s worth it to leave the covers. You sigh, your mouth dry, begging you for sustenance. You remove the blanket over your head, looking into Evan's unblinking eyes. Sometimes, you think that Evan is more dead than you are. She watches as you sit up reluctantly. She slowly puts her wrist to your lips but you move it weakly, hand finding its way to the back of her head. You pull her in, taking in her scent before sinking your teeth into the nape of her neck. Her skin is soft and only you can hear the slight crisp sound when you tear into her. She lets out a small, content moan as you remove your teeth and begin sucking her skin, your incisors slightly nipping at her flesh to squeeze as much blood as possible from her. The sweet taste of her hits your tongue. It's warm as you swallow, the feeling of it sliding down your throat calming you. You stick to her for a minute, stopping when you see the color in her umber skin slightly begin to fade.

You turn your head. Barty and Dorcas have been watching the whole thing. Your friends have been letting you use them as your personal blood banks for years now and yet the sight of you feeding on them is still so intriguing to them.

"Now that you're full," Barty jabs at you playfully. "mind telling us what that was about back there?"

You sigh. You thought you were able to get away without an explanation. You can't imagine why on Earth you would think this to be the case because Barty just can't help but be incredibly nosey.

"It's Lupin." you say with venom in your tone.

They all looked at you, waiting for an explanation that you're not keen on providing them.

You correct you posture, uncomfortable with what you're about to admit.

"She just- I don't know how to explain it. Something about her is just... different. I can sense it. When I'm around her I just lose sight of myself. It's infuriating."

You're not entirely sure if anything you said made sense. It barely makes sense to you.

"So what? You got the hots for Remus?" Barty asks dryly.

"No. That can't be it. It's way more complicated than that." You respond in defense.

"You think it has something to do with you being a vampire?" Dorcas asks, attempting to understand your situation.

It came so quick, so random. That ache in your chest and the guilt that comes with it. You're sitting down, watching tv with Lily. This was supposed to be a calm, wind down before you two head off to bed. Yet here you are, feeling trapped in your unwarranted, pestering worry. Worry of what? You have no clue. You just know the pit in your stomach is enough to make you queasy.

You sigh a bit more harshly than you intended, alarming Lily.

"You alright, love?" she glances at you with a concerned furrow in her thin brows.

"Mhm." you nod with the smallest smile you can possibly give her.

She takes it as is, making sure not to prod. You internally thank her for it. You try to go back to the show, shifting in your seat slightly, picking at the skin around your nails.

'It's not me talking, it's the anxiety.' you recite over and over to yourself but it does nothing to soothe you. You roll your neck, beginning to become frustrated with yourself and your stupid, stupid mind.

You look at Lily in your peripheral vision. You want her but you don't want to worry her. You don't want to tell her that you're anxious because you don't want her to coddle you but at the same time the longer you hold it in, the snappier you'll get. Lily doesn't deserve that.

You do the best and most comforting thing you can think of. You scoot closer to her. She welcomes you warmly, wrapping an arm around you, rubbing your shoulder. It's not enough. You lay your head on her lap, nestling into her clothed legs. She rubs your back comfortingly.

The physical contact is enough to ground you. You bask in the feeling of her hand moving up and down on your back. You relish in the tight squeeze she gives your arm before resting her hand on your neck, gently pressing her thumb into the back it.

"Ready to head upstairs, lovie?" Lily asks as the episode ends.

You nod, still in her lap, preparing to lose the contact but as you sit up, it's not long before Lily holds out her hand for you to take as you walk upstairs together.

You get ready for bed together, picking out a matching pajama set (both in your favorite colors), brushing your teeth, doing skin and hair care before finally making it to the bed. You both remove the plethora of pillows you have littering the bed before getting in. You're both turned facing each other, having a playful and intimate staring contest.

"You know you can tell me anything right, princess? Whatever you need, I'm here." Lily says softly. Her voice makes it hard for your eyes to stay open.

"I know. It's just..." there's a pause as you find the right words. Lily waits patiently. "It just feels like such a let down. We were having such a nice night and if I said anything I would have ruined it."

You pick at the skin around your nail once again but this time Lily stops you, taking your hands in hers.

"I understand that but, darling, it already ruined your night and it I would much rather had known what you were feeling than you carrying the weight yourself. If you tell me what's wrong then we can find a way to deal with it together." she explains with comforting strokes across the back of your hand.

"I know. I just don't want you to feel obligated to help me. Besides, you're enough. Your presence, your touch. It's enough to comfort me. To silence the thoughts." you explain, looking away from her.

"Well then if that's all you feel you need for right now, come here, lovie." she holds up an arm, the comforter lifting with it.

nsfw Lily x reader; first time, thigh riding, tit sucking, cunnilingus, hair pulling, cum swapping, teasing, mentions of aftercare, wrote this with chubby Lily Evans and reader in mind but can be read as otherwise

Lily has you in her lap, hands grabbing at your hips, moving them back and forth against her thigh. Her kisses are sweet and intoxicating. She would be perfectly content with staying like this on the couch, you in her arms, so close to coming undone. You don't share the same sentiment.

"Does that feel good, lovie?" Lily asks as she detaches herself from your lips for the first time in what felt like forever.

"Mhm." you nod, eyes refusing to meet hers.

"You sure? If you want something just ask me." she slides her hand to the back of your neck, giving you a light massage.

You shiver sightly and let out a sigh.

"I just want you to feel good too." you say in a tone barely above a whisper.

"I am feeling good, gorgeous." She reassures you.

"I know, it's just that I'm not really doing anything." You explain, fidgeting with her necklace. Your initial front and center on her chest, sending the message "mine".

"What is it that you wanna do?" she asks with the most patient and tender voice.

To be honest, you're not entirely sure. You want to touch her, to feel her writhe underneath you but how can you do that when you can't even tell her what you want?

"Hey." Lily's soft voice pulls you out of your thoughts. It's always had that soothing effect that shook you to your core.

You met her eyes for the first time. She smiles softly at you and begins to sit up on the couch. You raise your hips slightly to give her more room and watch as she lifts her shirt over her head.

"Could you get my bra for me, please?"

You do as told, your hands finding their way behind Lily. You have barely any trouble unclasping her bra despite the slight shake in your hands.

Your heart drops to your stomach. You know realistically, you're allowed to look but something internally prevents you from gazing anywhere but her face.

Lily lets out a small giggle. She grabs your wrist softly, bringing your hand to her chest.

"Don't be shy, love." she bites her lips, her face getting redder with each second that passes.

It only now occurs to you that it's Lily's first time too. She shouldn't have to lead you both through this experience.

You nod as confidently as you can muster.

You look down at her breasts. They're beautiful and littered in freckles. As perverted as you may sound, you've always found her boobs to be captivating. It was no surprise that they looked even better bare.

You take in a deep breath and finally muster up all the courage in your body to move your hands. You cup her tits, your hands still for an awkward moment before you proceed.

You squeeze and rub them softly while Lily watches you. Her hands begin to slide up and down your sides. Not enough to tickle but just enough to send chills down your spine. You lightly rub your thumbs over her nipples. Lily jumps slightly, looking into your eyes. She pouts up at you. You take that as a good sign.

You turn your attention completely on her nipples. You pull and twist at them, watching her face contort and her breath hitch. She squirms beneath you, her back arching as she grabs onto your hips harshly. Her fingers dig so deep you can barely tell there's fabric separating you.

"This is no fair. You can't have all the fun." she grunts.

She wastes no time in removing your clothes, leaving your chest bare. She smiles at her quick work, looking at your timid but eager countenance.

"You're beautiful." she says, captivated.

You can only get out a hurried "No, you." before you're pouncing on her. You kiss her with vigor while you grind on her thigh. Your breasts are pressed into each others. Something about it makes your heart swell.

"You taste so fucking good." you moan, attempting to make your way back to Lily's lips but she takes ahold of your jaw.

"I can think of something that might taste better." she says through labored breaths.

"Lay back for me." she instructs.

You oblige eagerly. Your heart is pounding as you struggle to keep your face neutral, wanting nothing more than to have Lily between your legs.

Lily unbuttons your pants, sliding them as well as your panties off. She lightly takes ahold of your thighs, spreading them expectantly. She gives you a cute, shy smile before looking back down between your legs. You lay your head back, staring at the ceiling, allowing Lily the room to do whatever she pleases. You feel a soft peck on your inner thigh. Followed by another and another, each time making it's way closer to your pussy. You feel Lily move slightly, her breath so close it drives you crazy. She moves in closer, just inches away from where you want her most. For a second, there's nothing just the sound of each other's unsteady breaths and then you feel a long stroke from bottom to top. Your breath catches in your throat and you hear Lily hum as her lips attack your clit.

The feeling is new and a bit overwhelming but you'd give anything for her not to stop. Her tongue is so soft and wet. The way it glides so delicately across the bundle of nerves sends you into a frenzy. Your eyes close and your mouth is left agape as you bask in the feeling. Your hips move up to meet Lily's tongue and you feel a vibration run through you as Lily giggles at your eagerness.

You writhe as she sucks and rolls her tongue against the pearl. The various patterns she creates makes you feel akin to a canvas surrendering itself to their painters flesh.

It all becomes too much too quickly. You can barely keep your back on the couch, your breathing is heavy and your hands flail around before they rest on the crown of Lily's head.

She gives a questioning hum, tilting her head to look up at you without breaking contact with your clit. She watches your face intently, how your eyes squint and you take deep inhales followed by shaky exhales. You watch as a exhilarated glint appears in her eyes before she goes back to work.

You lay your head back as you feel heat begin to pool in your lower abdomen. Lily's hands leave your thighs, finding their way to your tits. Payback, you assume. She plucks and teases as if her mouth wasn't causing enough damage to your body. Now it's almost unbearable. Almost. Your toes curl and you resist the urge to close your thighs around Lily's perfect, pretty head. The knot in your stomach gets tighter and tighter. You close your eyes and take one last deep breath before the sensation comes flooding in forcefully.

Your legs begin to shake and your back is now completely hovering above the couch. You grab onto Lily's hand that's still terrorizing your tit while your other hand grabs at Lily's hair, tugging a bit harsher than you'd anticipated. She groans but never relents her attack on your clit, watching the way your body goes from flailing about to twitching every now and then.

Once you've stopped moving and your breathing begins to regulate, Lily makes her way up your body, your hand still loosely tangled in her hair.

"I'm sorry." you say, retracting your hand.

Lily smiles at you blithely.

"I'm not."

Her soulful, green eyes meet yours and your heart melts. The feeling of her soft body melding into yours makes your head all fuzzy. The curves of your bodies just fit together so perfectly. Your hand begins to draw figures on Lily's back making her squirm. You move your leg, it no longer feels like jelly. You sit up a bit, preparing to return the favor. Before you can get the words out from your lips, Lily speaks.

"Taste yourself." she demands as she leans in for a kiss.

Her tongue gently finds its way between your lips, allowing you to taste the remnants of yourself in her spit. She lays you back on the couch, kiss you hungrily. You grab at her hips, making her grind against your thigh.

"Your turn." you say before flipping you both over, taking Lily by surprise.

You find a home in Lily's neck as you kiss and nibble at her soft, warm skin. Lily sighs happily, relaxing her muscles as she relishes in your lips, your tongue, your teeth.

You drag your kisses down, down, down, stopping at her sternum. You lift your head mildly, looking at Lily as she bites down on her already swollen lips. She looks so divine, heavenly and yet under it all you can sense the tainted, corrupted urges running through her mind and body. You want nothing more than to give into those urges.

You dip down, keeping your feral eyes on Lily's blown out ones as your mouth latches onto Lily's nipple. You examine the way every muscle in her face contorts as her lips are parted. The feeling of her chest heaving rapidly as your teeth graze across the sensitive bud fills you with a sense of self-satisfaction that you would otherwise shame yourself for feeling.

The euphoric sensation of her pleasure left you brash. Kisses down her stomach quickly turned to bites that would certainly leave marks and before you knew it you had made your way to the waistband of her jeans. You wasted no time unbuttoning them, sliding them delicately down her legs, pulling at the hem of each leg so that they didn't come off inside out. You take Lily in as she's left in nothing else but white cotton panties.

You rub the insides of her thigh, inching closer and closer to the spot she wants most. She lets out a soft whine not intended for your ears but it only spurs you on. You play with her panties, pulling on the waistband and watching it snap back into place, leaving a redness behind on Lily's fragile skin. Your hand hovers over her pussy, teasingly moving up and down. Lily finds herself bucking up into your hand, attempting to chase after the release that you refuse her. You move your hand and watch as she pouts at you.

"You've got to be kidding me. I didn't tease you." she complains, red in the face.

"'m sorry, my love. Just having some fun." you say, doing nothing to hide the sly smirk etched across your face.

"Here, lemme help you out of those"

You slide her panties off meticulously, pretending not to hear Lily huff in impatience. Lily spreads her legs wide for you, nothing but determination in her eyes. You lay down on your stomach, making yourself comfortable. You look at her pussy, a bit intimidated but the desire you feel swallows any insecurity in your head. You want, no, need Lily to feel good. You were determined to make her feel good. You wanted her to cum on your tongue in an overwhelming swirl of undeniable, staggering love and lust. You wanted to leave her skin tainted and her mind void of anything but the yearning of your body. You needed to prove yourself. You needed her to want more.

You don't hesitate. You can't. It just looks too tantalizing not to dive in. You're a bit sloppy but passionate. Licking and sucking and lapping at her like an animal in the desert. You lose yourself in the taste of her, wanting, craving more. You listen to the whimpers and whines of Lily above you and they only enrapture you, encourage you. You swear you could stay like that for hours but all good things must come to an end.

Lily curls in on herself, she takes in a deep breath and then there's nothing but silence for one, two, three seconds, followed by a loud, uncharacteristic sob as her body begins to shake. You continue your abuse on her swollen clit, riding out her orgasm, reveling in the taste of her cum on your tongue. It's not long before Lily pushes your head away from her pussy a bit more harshly than she meant to, but you take it in good stride. You rest your hand on her knee, rubbing your thumb over the bone as Lily catches her breath. She lets out a giggle, staring at the ceiling in pure bliss. She hums to herself before looking down at you.

You two share a giddy smile, echoing a small "hi" each others' way. Lily motions you to come closer. You crawl up her body, burrowing your head in the dip of her neck, your breathing in sync with hers.

"How about we take a nice hot bath together, yeah?" Lily says. Her fingers feel so comforting grazing your back lightly. You sigh, blissfully.