a/n: uhmmm i think @sp1rit-realm might have requested this? not sure <//3 anyways this was posted originally back in january i think (0.3k)
cw: suggestive !! no real smut. pet names.
remus lupin x fem! reader
“what’s got you all worked up?“ you whispered, glancing down at the visible bulge in his shorts before flicking your eyes back to his for an answer. The genuine curiosity in your voice drove him crazy; The way your eyes widened and your thighs pressed together in anticipation when he described the memories to you had him thinking downright dirty thoughts.
“I had this dream and, fuck-“ Remus was palming at the bulge in his shorts now, trying to find some relief for his aching hard cock, “you couldn’t keep your hands off of me.“ Your eyes widened at the prospect of the dream. The way Remus seemed to lose composure at the mere memory of it had your thoughts racing, your mind filled with images of Remus reciprocating your desire for him with the same intensity and want he had described to you a few moments ago.
“D’you wanna do something about it?“ you asked suddenly. Apparently, Remus was also lost in his thoughts because he seemed surprised at your blunt interjection. He was still tugging at his cock, sucking his air through his teeth as he grazed the tip before he noticed your eyes following his hand's movements.
“You want something, baby?“ His adoration for you seemed to grow once he noticed your focus on his cock before repeating his question while reaching for your face and pulling your lips into an exaggerated pout. You nod before looking up at him. Remus seemed to sense your raw desire for him from the way your pupils seemed more prominent as you stared at him and something about knowing how badly you needed him made his desire for you even stronger. He pouted, mocking you playfully before patting your cheek.
“C’mon baby put those pretty lips of yours to use,“
ribs — send me a sfw request (prompts here if u want)
PAMPER WITH REGULUS PLSPLSPLS I NEED TO DO HIS MAKEUP SO BAD
you think i'm cute
hehe i hope u like this mer it's very short bcos apparently all of my reg blurbs have 2 be under 300 words but yeah <3 tw: not really proofread? idk </3 (0.2k)
regulus black x reader
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Regulus sneezes, eyebrows pinched and cheeks pink with the powder you had just dusted on him. His nose scrunches and a huff of laughter escapes from your throat.
“You think my pain is funny.” His lips twitch with a barely concealed smile. Your thumb smooths over the curve of his cheek.
“I think your pain is endearing. There’s a difference.” You insist.
His cheeks split in a grin and you squeeze them, a gentle reminder of what you’re supposed to be doing. His face returns to a neutral state for just a second.
“Yeah? And what is that?”
“Regulus,” you chastise him. “You gotta stay still.”
“I will if you answer my question,” He promised. His voice was coated in honey, sticky sweet with endearment and fondness for you.
You open your mouth, mulling over what your answer could be. “I just thought the face you made was cute s’all.” You assure him, tucking a curl that fell in front of his eyes behind his ear.
“Oh,” He nods. “I get that.”
You tilt your head, “You think I’m cute?”
“I do not.” His smile suggests otherwise.
“You think I’m cute.” You hum, closing your eyes and smiling. He huffs, an affectionate sound, and sits back in his chair. “I’ll get back to it then?”
ribs — send me a sfw request (prompts here if u want)
sender, seeing that receiver is cold, wraps their jacket around them with rockstar!remus pretty please
stop here
moniqueee babe i hope u like this i miss remus so muchhh <3 tw: slightly tipsy reader ; pet names ; (0.4k)
remus lupin x reader
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Your attendance at Remus’s shows is something the press seems to delve into too often; Analyzing your relationship and whether or not you’re together based on which dates you go to and which you don’t when in reality, the two of you had come to an agreement a while back.
Fuck the press.
Whichever dates you feel up for attending, you come to, and if you don’t, Remus meets you in the hotel. He never judges you for any decision at all. He knows how hard being under the public eye is and he wants you to have your peace. But when you do choose to show up, Remus makes the most out of it. He holds your hand as you jump to the music and pulls you on stage at the end, dipping you with his mic behind your back and his guitar slung behind his as he kisses you. The crowd goes wild.
Once your upright Remus waved goodbye, a dopey and kiss-drunk grin splitting his cheeks. The fans love the more vulnerable side of him. The side that only you brought out and only you had wholly. It was always a good show when you were there.
The drive home is always amazing. You’re always a bit tipsy, giggly, and touchy with Remus, breathing in the familiar scent of cedarwood and smoke as he loves on you.
“Did we do alright?” The words are hushed against your neck, falling from his lips in tandem with a purpling bruise on the tender skin.
You hum, though Remus isn’t quite sure whether it’s in agreement with him or if you’re humming along to whatever tape the driver had playing.
“Stop here.” The man hits the brakes suddenly and you fall forward, knocking your chin against Remus’s chest as he pulls you into him.
“Here? Isn’t your hotel a few streets down?”
“Getting some air.” He replied, handing the man a few bills.
A shiver rolls over your skin as you step out of the car and you lean into Remus’s warmth, stumbling down the street as the two of you gain your balance. His thumb runs up and down your arm, pausing slightly when he notices the bumps.
“You’re cold.”
“I am not.” You giggle. Remus’s shows were always sweaty, both for the band and the audience, so you rarely bothered bringing a sweater, figuring the adrenaline would keep you warm. It never did.
“Here.” His jacket, black and warm and just a bit too big for you, is draped over your shoulders, a comforting weight as you lean back into him.
“Smells like you.” You sniffle.
“I’d hope so, doll. Wouldn’t want it to smell like James now would I.”
a/n: i think i might have written this back in 2022? which means my writing style has changed a lott since then but i'm proud of this nonethless <3 tw: pet names ; not proofread ; (0.3k)
remus lupin x fem! reader
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The clock on your bedside table goes off just as you were gaining consciousness. Startling awake, you reach over, trying to preserve as much body heat as you could and switch it off.
Getting settled back into bed, you turn around, letting a pair of freckled and scarred arms wrap themselves around you. Remus’s eyes were scrunched, shut in a desperate attempt to keep the early morning sunlight coming in from the blinds out of his eyes.
Once realizing that waking up was inevitable he cracked his eyes open in hopes of seeing you. Remus Lupin would never move past the fact that he’d somehow gotten you to be his partner all those years ago. He doesn’t know what he had done to deserve you either, but he wasn’t going to question it.
“Accepting defeat, hmm?“ was the first thing you said to him, a small smile playing on your lips. It took Remus a moment to understand what you were saying till he thought back to him not wanting to open his eyes.
And all he wanted to do once he realized what you’d meant was kiss that smug smile on your lips away, but instead, he responded with a groan and the words, “quite the detective love,“ as he shifted so he was half on top of you.
“Remus,“ you whispered breathlessly.
“Yes, love?“ he replied, fatigue still evident in the slur of his words.
“Can’t breathe,“ you mumbled, squirming underneath him.
“Can’t help it that you’re this comfy honey, “ he said, shifting to rest his head against your tummy and reaching a calloused hand up for yours. You take his hand, looking at the scars and pressing your lips against them. Heat rises to Remus’s face at your gesture and he rubs his thumb against your knuckle, almost as a thank you.
“We have to get up soon, Rem, “ you say quietly, not wanting to interrupt the peacefulness of your surroundings.
“Five more minutes?“ he asked, clearly needing these moments with you as a way to ground himself for the week to come.
okay this is actually the second / third blurb i've ever written? if i'm correct so my writing has defo changed since i posted this back in september <3 tw: pet names ; i have not read over this for my own sanity ; (0.7k)
james potter x reader
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The sun felt uncomfortable in James’ eyes as he woke up from his sleep. He didn’t try moving though, because you were clinging to him like a koala and that alone was enough reason to stay still.
He shifted his gaze to the clock on the bedside table which read, 6:15, 15 minutes left before his alarm went off. He reached over to switch it off before giving you a peck on your forehead and getting off the bed.
You, half asleep with your face pressed into the pillow, can feel the mattress shift while he gets up. Deciding to stay in bed a few more minutes, you turn around to look at James who’s heading towards the bathroom to get ready. As he feels your eyes on him, he turns around and says, “Hey love, sleep alright?”
Your voice is low with remnants as you reply, “Yeah, I did.” He nods and smiles before he turns back to walk to the bathroom. You can hear him turn on the shower faucet as you drift back to a peaceful sleep for a few more minutes.
Your alarm goes off, startling you as you check the time, 7:00. You get up and go to take a shower while James is already downstairs and making breakfast.
“Angel?” he called out to the empty living room hoping his voice would carry up the stairs.
It was a practiced routine, he would go off to work, and you would leave the house around 30 minutes later because your work was closer. You’d get home earlier too, usually taking care of chores to try and distract yourself from your husband’s absence.
“Yeah?” replied a voice, barely loud enough for James to hear. If James was guessing correctly based on the sounds of the blowdryer, you were still getting ready.
“I might be home a little late today, I’ll try to make it quick, is that alright?”
As much as he loved his job, he hated the fact that it took away his time with you. His boss had wanted him to train one of the new employees and he didn’t want to say no because, well, that’s who he is. And you loved him for it but all you could think about was that you’d have to spend another hour distracting yourself.
He always calls every few hours so you’d still get to talk to him, but it still wasn’t the same as actually being with him.
“Yeah, of course, love,” you said, slightly distracted by your thoughts.
James took note of that and replied, “Is something on your mind?”
Your blow dryer switched off and James could hear your footsteps on the wood floors as you walked towards the stairs. Your thoughts created a whirlwind in your head as you walked down the stairs to pause in front of James. He smiled as if to encourage you to say what you’re thinking.
“No, it’s nothing, it’s just…” you paused for a moment, trying to form an answer, “what am I supposed to do while you’re gone”
James looked confused but flattered as he said, “What d'you usually do while I’m at work.”
Heat rose to your face at this question and you mumbled, “Wait for you to get back mostly”
His eyes widened as he thought about you spending an hour waiting for him. He’d do anything to be there with you but for now, all he could do was assure you that he’d be in contact with you.
James’s cheeks went pink at your confession and he said, “I’ll call you extra today, okay?”
And you couldn’t suppress the grin that emerged on your face at his willingness to give you what you want even if you hadn’t officially asked him.
“Yeah, okay.”
As James turned to leave you noticed the keys on the counter. You picked them up and said, “Have you forgotten anything?”
He turned around, saying “Yeah, actually, I think I have.” Before quickly walking towards you and placing his lips against you in a soft kiss. Heat rises to your face once again as he pulls away slowly and gazes at you with a look in his eyes that can only be described as pure adoration for you.
You lift your hand to show him the keys and said, “I meant these, but thank you love.”
a/n: i think. that @katsu28 might have requested this originally for my celebration? i'm really not sure <//3 but this was posted a week or two ago on my old blog (0.3k)
warnings: nothing i can think off <3
remus lupin x fem! reader
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The lean muscles in Remus's back were staring at you as he adjusted the couch. You told him as much, and he smiled—the beginnings of laughter bubbling in his throat like water in a kettle.
“They're not staring at you.”
“Then what do you call that,” you replied, pointing vaguely at him. He twisted his head to follow your finger. Laughing, you pushed yourself from the floor to give him a better explanation. Your palm ghosted over the bottom of his spine before pressing in between his shoulder blades.
“Here,” you murmured, “s'driving me crazy.”
“Yeah?”
You nodded.
The muscle rippled underneath your hand as if he'd just gained awareness of the tendons and ligaments in his back and had decided to test them. There were six ticks of silence where all you could hear was his breathing, and all you could smell was the distinct scent of wood in your new flat as you focused on how his back expanded and contracted before either of you spoke.
“Can I say something?” He turned around, moving your hand to his shoulder blade. His palm met the skin of your waist, squeezing ever so slightly just to make sure you were real—that this moment was real. A while back, Remus told you something about synced-up heartbeats when you're close to a partner, and while you couldn't feel the distinct rhythm of his heartbeat, you'd swear on everything yours synched with his when he started swaying you back and forth.
“Have I ever stopped you?” A warmth blossomed in his chest.
You were right; you'd never told him to stop speaking or even suggested that he was an annoyance in that way he'd gotten used to. If anything, you did the opposite.
“I can't wait to start my life with you,” his words were hushed, barely there, like he was scared he would startle you with more certainty behind each syllable.
okay i wrote this a whilee back and it's one of my only poly!marauders fics and i thought it was about time i posted it <3 oh yeah i think @maddipoof proofed it <3 (tw) single mom! reader ; pet names ; uhh a slight fear of judgement ; (1k)
poly!marauders x single mom!reader
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“Don’t you think this is an invasion of privacy?” said Remus, always the voice of reason among the three. Sirius seemed to contemplate the statement while James, quick to justify their actions, shook his head immediately. “S’not like we’re doing anything wrong right? We’re just checking if she’s okay,” James replied and Sirius nodded along. The next few minutes were spent in silence until they pulled into your driveway.
Remus was the first to unlock the car door, ducking his head so it wouldn’t hit the roof before he stood out. Sirius got out right behind him, tugging on Remus’s sleeve to pull himself up. Remus stumbles back a little, not expecting to have to support Sirius’s weight for a few moments. The two boys turned back to look at James, still sitting in the driver's seat.
“James,” said Remus, somehow knowing exactly what he was thinking.
“Yeah?” he replied.
“You having second thoughts?”
“Yeah,” he nodded.
“What happened to what you said earlier?” James opened his mouth and shut it as he thought about what he could say to explain his thought process.
“What if she doesn’t want us here?”
“Then she’ll tell us, now come on,” Sirius says as he pulls James up and towards the door. Remus pressed his thumb against the doorbell and rapped the door when it didn’t ring. They could hear the pitter-patter of small feet against hardwood. The steps stopped abruptly, the recognizable lilt of your voice as you hushed them. The door opened and you looked up from the toddler you were holding, your eyes widening for a moment before you suppress your shock.
“Hi baby,” Remus said softly, not quite sure how loud he could afford to be around the baby.
“Hey,” you heard a cooing from further inside, ”sorry for not answering your calls earlier today, I just checked my messages.”
“Don’t be sorry dove, we were just worried for you that’s all,” you nodded and stared for a moment, not knowing exactly what to say. Sirius smiled slightly at the sight of the toddler chewing on your shoulder.
“What’s her name?” he said, nodding towards the child in your arms.
“Adelaide but I call her Addie” you reply
“Is she your niece?” Sirius asked. Remus slapped his arm, reminding him not to be that direct with his questions. Sirius winced but looked back at you.
“No she’s mine,” you said, flicking your eyes to each of theirs to gauge their reactions. James clears his throat, having been silent for the past few minutes.
“Can I hold her?” your eyes snapped to him as you tried to guess whether he was serious or not.
“Really? No other questions?” He shook his head slightly confused. You handed her over to him and James stared at her, adoration prominent in his gaze.
“She’s gorgeous” he breathed, as if she was glass and he was scared of breaking her.
“Thanks, she realized that a while ago,” your tone half-joking, “you wanna come in? It’s freezing out.” James nodded slightly, still entranced by the child in his arms, while Remus and Sirius both said yes and stepped inside. The scraping of chairs against wood was audible as you shut the door. Three small bodies came running towards you, two attaching themselves to your legs and the other jumping into your arms.
“Ma, who’s that?” the oldest, Dawn, said, pointing towards the boys. You thought about it for a moment, not knowing exactly what to say to them.
“They’re my friends, baby,” you said, not clear on whether to explain further. She turned away and pulled her arms from around your legs to go closer to them. She seemed to be enamored by Sirius, something about the boy catching her eye. Perhaps it was the glint of his rings, the girl had always had an affinity for all things shiny. Either way, Dawn walked towards Sirius, lifting her arms as if asking him to pick her up. Sirius looked to you for your approval before picking her up. She seemed to have some sort of attraction to the boy's hair, grabbing at it and tugging lightly. Sirius laughed it off though, chalking it up to childlike wonder.
Alec, the next oldest, walked towards Remus, the pale white scars running across his face seemed to intrigue him. Remus seemed confused at first, not knowing exactly how to react to the boy tugging at his hand. He crouched after a few moments, listening to the boy’s chatter and nodding along with a smile on his face. Your youngest, seemed perfectly content in your arms, little hands already gripping your shirt as he pressed his face into your neck.
James was still holding Addie, but now he was sitting on your couch with her on his lap. He seemed to be having an animated conversation with her, about what you couldn’t possibly tell, the girl's interests changed hourly. James seemed to be entertaining her though, the smile on his face evident as his eyes snapped towards yours for a moment before they returned to where they were. You walked towards them and sat beside James on the couch. It seemed almost right seeing them like this, as if this was the way it should’ve been from the start.
Dawn started squirming in Sirius’s arms, her palms that were previously placed around his neck now pushing herself away from his chest. Sirius set her down gently after he realized she wanted to be put down. So Dawn came tumbling towards you with the same amount of grace in her step as a newborn baby deer and she tugged at your arm. You crouched to meet her eye level and she whispered something into your ear, looking back and forth between you and the boys.
“You’ll have to ask them hon,” at that, their eyes snapped to yours, waiting for Dawn to ask them something. She went back to Sirius and stared up at him, lifting her arms so he’d pick her up and whispered, “can all of you stay for dinner?” It was obvious she was trying to be quiet, but whispering quietly had never been one of her strong suits, so the other boys, as well as Alec and Addie, just waited for Sirius to answer for all three of them.
“We’ll stay if you want us to, doll, it’s up to you,” said Sirius, turning the conversation back to you. You thought about it for a moment, contemplating your answer, before nodding slowly.
i feel like this would work for both of the black brothers so your pick😊
Purple Iris - a compliment that accidentally slips out
Gryffindor reader for both if thats possible-
a wonderful place
a/n: okay i don't often write regulus so i hope this is alright <3 also also dedicated to my babies @meredarling and @whennyxfallsinlove bcos they are my resident regulus girlies <3 tw: uhhh a teeny tiny bit of angst ; he's autism coded ; (0.2k)
regulus black x fem! reader
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“Your mind,” he murmurs, tapping his index against your temple. You lean into the warmth of his hand, and for a moment, all you can hear is the way your heart rate picks up as you wait for him to continue.
You’ll have to coax the full statement from him, is what you realize after a few more beats of silence. Regulus had a tendency to complete thoughts inside his head and forget to vocalize them, making it slightly confusing to understand his thought process. Typically, he didn’t realize when things like this happen, at least until somebody points it out to him.
“What about my mind?” You seem to pull him from thoughts, and for a second, you’re almost sorry for penetrating the silence.
His brows pucker, “what d’you mean?”
“You said something ‘bout my mind, didn’t finish the sentence.” The confusion on his face eases into something akin to embarrassment.
“You heard that, hm?”
“Was I not supposed to?” you tilted your head.
“Would’ve been my choice.” He doesn’t mean anything by that, and you know it, but you couldn’t help the way your face fell.
“Oh,” you whispered. It then occurred to him that he might’ve hurt you, that you’d just wanted to know why he’d mentioned you, and he’d blown you off without so much as a second thought.
“You really want to know?” he’s more curious than anything, curious whether you’re actually interested in what he has to say.
You nodded.
“I meant to say,” he paused, “that your mind is a wonderful place.”
“Yeah?”
He hums, “I would live there if I had the option.”
