#idm courses

[datastate]

i forgot how intensely i loved serizawa

[fumikaaa]

whats with random children aged 8-12 and being absolute nuisances at any public places IS NO ONE TEACHING KIDS TO NOT BE MEAN TO PEOPLE ANYMORE??? HELLO???

[sour-grape-s]

I think the maddest thing about all of this (even if it turns out to be nothing) is the fact that LITERALLY A MONTH AGO neither Rob nor Ron were even on the show! And there was no hint either them were going to be in the near future.

Now we’re looking at potentially potentially seeing both of them on screen together sharing scenes, on bloody Tuesday?! My brain just can’t compute it tbh.

[druidshollow]

if ypu leave arcane spoiler posts untagged i’ll skin phrases /j

LMAO fair enough ill tag spoilers but tbf its been out for four years skjghksjdhjk

[maskedchip]

i just really like people calling me mcrib or chip now i think its cute anf funny

[heathenbreath]

having the worst time with my attention span rn because I’m getting very bored of unemployment and the lack of anything I have to do and it’s making art harder even if all I’m doing is sketching and shitty rendering but I just found the secret to focusing for me rn is putting on this:

and it makes me feel like a parody of myself because yeah the person sketching the South Park guys obviously needs the US military industrial playing. I should just start trying to figure out the boys atp it would be less embarrassing for me.

[knifebucket]

there are some things in my life that are so obscenely difficult and have so many freak roadblocks that I can't help but think that the universe has cursed me specifically

[hotpocketcasserole]

My top listened albums of 2023

[fictionalmenxyn]

hi can you write rafe x wife. Happily married and have 3 teen kids. Sons friends comes over and talks about mom as milf( idk maybe something else up to u) and Rafe and his wife hear it! Then Rafe f*cks her

of course I can!!

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ఌ𝐌𝐲 𝐖𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧ఌ

Pairing: husband!rafe x wife!reader

Warnings: SMUT, language, p in v, fingering, no mentions of protection (be safe, wrap it before u tap it!), breeding kink, dirty talk, possessive/jealous Rafe.

Feel free to send more reqs! Thinking of doing dad!Rafe so send me things you’d like to see! Or more husband!rafe idm! Anything!

🝮🝮🝮

Just getting home from work, you got out of your Range Rover. Collecting your handbag, laptop and some papers from the back seat.

You headed into yours and Rafe’s estate. Walking through the front door. You already knew your three sons had friends over. Your eldest, Cody had asked you over text. You slip your heels off by the door and walk through the large foyer and over to the spacious living room. You smiled as you saw your boys Cody (17), Morgan (16) and Ollie (14 1/2). You spoke “hey boys, you all having fun?” They all said their “heys” and “yeah, thanks”.

You subtly noticed the way their friends eyed you up. Teenage boys never really cared if you saw them checking woman out. Well, these lot didn’t. You looked over to the attached large kitchen, smiling as you see Rafe.

You walked over, putting your things onto the counter. Rafe was leaning forward. His elbows on the counter as he watched the tv from the kitchen as your sons and their friends had soccer on. You walked over to Rafe. Smiling as you put your hand on his back. “Hey, love, you ok?” He turns his head to look at you. His famous grin plastered on his face. “Yeah, all good, how’s work?” He pulls you by the waist. Giving you a soft but firm kiss, showing you how much he missed you since you left this morning. You pull away to answer “good, made some great photos today, all I have to do is change the lighting and tone..” he smiled and pecked your lips “good, can I watch it while you do it?”

Rafe loved what you did. You were a photographer for models, perfume/jewellery commercials or fashion designers. You took the photos and edited them to put on magazines or advertisements. He loved how much you enjoyed your job to.

You nodded “of course, Rafey” he smiled “good girl..” you pecked his cheek.

You sat at the island counter, going through the photos on your laptop. As Rafe leaned against the counter, arms crossed, taking the occasional sip from his drink.

You both overheard Cody and his friend talk. His friend, Jack, asked “dude, is that your older sister or something?” Cody asked “who?” Jack replied “the one that’s in the kitchen with your dad.” Cody shook his head “nah man, that’s my mom.” Jack replied “no fucking way?? She’s so hot, dude, your mom is such a milf, no joke.”

Rafe practically chocked on his drink, as your eyes widen and press your hand to your forehead. A quiet gasp escaped your lips. What did Jack just say? You couldn’t be going mad, Rafe heard the same thing.

Cody spoke “shut up! Don’t say that!” Jack shrugged nonchalantly “dude, I’m just saying, I’d tap that if I could.”

Your eyes widen, Rafe’s jaw clenched. Rafe didn’t need to be and wasn’t jealous… not exactly… he just didn’t like the fact that a seventeen year old friend of your sons had just said that about you… his wife, the mother of his children, his childhood friend, his lover…

Through the rest of the day, Rafe stuck to your side. You’d changed into some sweats and a crop top. Once you were done you both sat on the couch; Rafe next to you. He had his arm around you the whole time. Occasionally kissing your cheek or temple. Showing the boys, your his. He’s the one that put that beautiful diamond ring on your finger. He’s the one that put three beautiful and handsome boys in you. He helped you create life. He’s the one that gives you happiness.

🝮🝮🝮

Soon after, the sun started to set. Your three sons had asked both Rafe and yourself if they could stay the night at one of the boys house. Rafe agreed and told them to be safe and have fun.

As soon as he had shut that front door. You were in for a real treat tonight. Rafe walked back over to the couch. He put his one knee on the seat and he placed a hand on the side of your neck. His cold metal of his rings and watch press gently into your warm neck. He crashes his lips into yours like a starved man. His tongue quick to be shoved into your mouth. You knew what he was up to. You could tell it from the exact moment Cody’s friend said what he said about you.

You knew Rafe since day one, knew him better than he knew himself. So you knew what he was doing. And you were definitely not complaining.

Rafe placed one hand one your thigh and guided you so you laid back on the couch. While he stayed on top of you. He groaned against your lips. He mumbled “‘m gonna make you feel so good, baby” you gasped softly when you feel Rafe’s hips press against yours. He puts his free hand from your thigh, moving it to the waistband of your sweats.

Putting his hand down your sweats he could feel the material of your panties and your soft, wet skin. He groaned “you wearing the black lace ones?” You nodded. He grinned “all f’me…mine” you mumbled “yes, Rafey…”

His fingers slowly move up and down against your heat. You moaned softly. You gasp when you felt his middle finger slip in. He tilted his head and started to kiss along your neck. He groaned, his finger slowly pulling in and out. As he inhaled the sent of your vanilla perfume, he groaned once again. He mumbled against your soft skin “feel so good on my finger, want another, babe?” You nodded. He replied “words. y/n.” You whispered “another, please, Rafe” he slipped his ring finger in. Causing you to gasp softly.

After a few more seconds he pulled his fingers out. You whimpered, he grinned “oh we aren’t done, just wanna take you upstairs… prefer the bed.” Your mouth practically waters as you watch him move his fingers to his mouth. Cleaning you off his digits.

He picks you up, over his shoulder. Taking you upstairs and not wasting anymore time.

Placing you down on the bed, he was quick to take your clothes off. All piece of clothing on the floor. While he starts to take his off, you watched in awe. Your reaction to him will always be the same. It’s like looking at him for the first time, over and over. You never got tired of him. Never have and never will.

You watched as he was swift to remove his boxers. His huge length springing free. He moved onto the bed. His lips go to yours as his hand moves to his length. Pumping it a few times, then lining up with your entrance. You gasp as he started to push in. Once he was all the way in he leaned over you. His chain dangles by your chin. His hands either side of your shoulders. His biceps flex as he looks down at you.

“You’re so pretty under me, sweetheart.” You moaned softly as he slowly started to move in and out. He chuckled lowly “you know, what the boys said… was right..” he groaned. “You are a milf… my milf… such a hot momma, baby… I know you want another… want me to give you one?” You moaned as he picked up the pace a little more. “Words, sweetheart.” You nodded “yes, fuck! Want another…”

He moaned hearing your words, “fuck Y/n, I’ll give you another… I’ll fill you up, make your baby bump come back. Love you baby bumps… every one of them…” you moaned. His one hand moves to your lower stomach, pushing on the bulge on your lower abdomen. Causing you to moan, as he goes deeper.

He picks up his pace, he moaned “fuck, gonna make you pregnant again. Wanna see you with my baby in you again.” He goes harder. “Fuck can feel you round me, that make you excited, baby? Thinking of me getting you pregnant again?”

You nodded, grabbing onto his bicep. Nails digging into his tan skin. He groans at the feeling. He spoke “gonna give ya a girl this time, I wanna girl, so I can spoil you both, yeah? Let you two have the world.” You moan “oh Rafey!” He grinned. “Yeah? Like that?” You nodded. He leaned back. Grabbing your hips, guiding you against him as he thrusts into you.

He can feel your close, “gonna come f’me? Let me have it, sweetheart. You do that f’me and I’ll do it for ya..” you placed your hand on his chest. Then holding his chain. Wanting him closer, he knew you well. He knew that meant you were about to finish. He leaned down. You moaned “fuck, gonna-” “do it, finish over my cock f’me, love…” those words hit you like a brick wall. Every. God. Damn. Time.

And he knew it too.

You moaned one last time, then finishing. Causing you to tighten around him. He chased his realise and finished inside you.

He moaned as he slowed his pace. Still thrusting, just slowing down. Chasing both of your climaxes. Once he came to a spot. You had you usual ‘thank you’. He kissed both cheeks, then your forehead, temples, chin, nose and then your lips. He mumbled against your lips “you ok? Feel good, baby? You did so good..” You nodded “so good.”

He gently pulled out, causing you both to inhale sharply. He gently picked you up. Going ahead and doing your aftercare. For all the time you both knew each other. And past Rafe, with his many hook ups. Not once did he do aftercare. But for you? His childhood friend to girlfriend to fiancée to wife to mother of his children?

He’d give you the world, he’d kill for you. Protect you. Die for you, live for you. He’d do anything for you. Even if it’s as simple as aftercare. He loves you. You love him.

🝮🝮🝮

[mlmmetalhead]

heh but like, hear me out, you bang dorian like how people slam doors shut

this is sarcastic but HAHAJKFKDK COULD YOU IMAGINE? HSJDJD 😭😭😭 not a req but if you wanna turn this into one idm

I’ll think of a name later (he said while never deciding on a name)

divider by pixelprism on rentry

NSFW MINORS DNI || Dorian x m.reader || kind of crackfic but honestly with this game everything is a crackfic

Another sharp noise echoed through the house as Dorian creaked and groaned. You’ve had your moments of anger or frustration, where the only physical thing you could do to make a statement or release your frustration was to bang your door against the frame.

Well, with the dateviators and the whole new way you lived your life now, this got a more… literal sense.

Dorian hissed as your hands clawed on his hips, making the man desperately cling onto the doorframe, his forehead pressed against the cold wall as he panted heavily, one of the man’s hand being used to stabilise himself, while the other one clawed at your hair.

“Easy there, luv…”

The man groaned again, as you repeatedly plunged into him, the noise of your hips meeting his being loud enough to be heard by the whole house. Dorian’s little notes didn’t seem to bear much fruit, because you continued on with the rash, erratic movements of your hips as your cock continued to drive further into Dorian.

“Bollocks…”

You heard your door groan again, with a little more of a moan underneath it. Normally, you’d be a little more easygoing and talkative during the act, but right now, you were too pissed off to care to be honest. You don’t even remember what has got you so mad, possibly the influence of how good Dorian felt. All that you know now is that the whole house can hear you at this point, and you don’t give enough fucks to stop.

You hear a raspy moan coming from the man in front of you as you hit a particularly sensitive spot. He curses under his breath, that husky voice making you even more eager to drive Dorian mad. So of course, you do just that, relishing in the squishy wet noises Dorian’s hole made as you fucked into him harder and faster.

“Mmmgh…”

Was the feedback to your actions, which only encouraged you to go on with your ministrations, your hand now coming up to grope some more of Dorian’s— no doubt— impressive figure. To feel it flexing and throbbing underneath his skin, knowing that you were the reason for it…

Something about that pushed you over the edge as you spilled into Dorian with a groan. The man in front of you moaned once more, his legs shaking a little, yet he didn’t let go of the doorframe, even if he clung onto it harder. You sighed a relieved sigh as you pulled out, some of your cum immediately dripping down Dorian’s leg.

“Sorry I took it out on you again, honey…” you murmur, searching his lips for an apologetic kiss.

Dorian met you with a tired smile and cloudy eyes, meeting your lips before talking into the kiss: “My pleasure.”

[neeeooon]

hi !!

could you do headcanons for blue lock characters in a relationship with someone whos really really pretty and she models, like she could just be walking past and people wouldn’t be able to take their eyes off her.

characters could you include karasu, bachira, barou and whoever else idm!!

you can ignore if you’re not interested! thank you!!!

thank you for the request!! i hope you like it <3

when you’re a model ;

bf bllk x fem!model!reader

karasu tabito

-> oh my god karasu is so in love with you. like he’s the boyfriend that worships the ground you walk on and isn’t embarrassed to show it

-> gets doors for you, pulls your chair out so you can sit, blocks you from cameras and prying eyes when you get overwhelmed, always tells you when you have lipstick on your teeth. yep, he’s a keeper

-> he willingly takes a step back and lets you make your own decisions. since your careers are both so fast paced, you’re often traveling. that just means when karasu sees you again, he’s all yours

-> “what’s the plan for today?” “i don’t know. can we just stay in bed and watch cringe tv?” “of course, pretty.”

bachira meguru

-> bachira doesn’t care that you’re a model, the same way you don’t care that he’s a soccer player. you’re proud of and support each other, but those occupations aren’t the reason you’re together

-> one thing he does love about your job, though, is the unlimited (and free) supply of sponsorship handouts

-> the deals that come with soccer are boring. energy drinks? shoes? no. bachira much prefers your calming face masks and cleansers

-> “you’re only dating me for the free facials, aren’t you.” “hey! you get to keep the energy drinks. it’s a fair trade!” “sure. i love you.” “i love you too~”

barou shouei

-> barou knows you’re beautiful. you’re a model, for goodness sakes. it’s never a surprise when people’s eyes follow you when you’re in public, but he can’t not keep a hand on your back or around your waist

-> that said, he isn’t the type to crowd or control you. if you want to go out late with your model friends, he comes with but only to keep an eye on you. doesn’t ruin your fun and even gives in when you drag him onto the dance floor with you

-> one thing he won’t stand for, though, are any of his teammates making comments about you. innocent or not, your name is banned from the locker room

-> “if i hear her name leave your lips one more time, i’m gonna stick my fist so far up your—“ “okay! i’m sorry!”

yukimiya kenyu

-> yukimiya is also a model, not to the level that you are, but he understands a bit of what it’s like for you

-> one thing he does do is push the healthiest diet and exercise plans in your direction. healthiest as in ones that still require you to eat three full meals a day and not work yourself to exhaustion

-> your modeling career is still new, so you don’t know what you’d do without your supportive boyfriend. his only intentions have been to love and support you since day 1, not use you

-> “y/n, love, do you need anything while i’m out?” “hmm, do we have enough protein powder—“ “dark chocolate and blueberries, got it.” “yuki :’)”

[kaecticmess]

the more loki stared, the more he's coming to the conclusion that the bright colors offended his eyes. he scrunches his nose and looks away "well surely most people won't dress like one. let alone one that's close to those barbie dolls mortals enjoy."

The Poet snorted. "Marvellous, darling, that was the aesthetic I was aiming to achieve!" He crossed his pink and white pinstripe suited legs, placed his hands neatly against his knees and grinned. "Why? Did you think that was a mean comment?"

[naomi-nana]

hihi!! I was so happy to find out that u write for kaiju n8 and was wondering if u could write something for narumi ?? it can be whatever idm ^_^

✎ᝰ. captain of the dense division .

narumi is head over heels for you. but, being the oblivious person that you are, you never really noticed. sigh, fine, he can always do something to make you know of his feelings, right?

featuring : narumi gen

cw : gn!reader, you are a platoon leader in this, fluff, narumi is a loser in love, might be slightly ooc, bad grammars, u two are childhood friends, i spent too much time on this, slow burn?? not sure, i got a little lazy at the end. (wc: 1,8k)

a/n : so. it's been. months...😔 anon i hope u dont rot waiting in the inbox like that.. and i hope you'd like this, too! ヾ(≧▽≦*)o

narumi is pissed.

and frankly, no one's surprised—not with the amount of time he had an argument with hasegawa about meetings and duty. but this time, it's not about that. because when narumi exits his office willingly without having to get dragged by the vice captain—eyes sharp, steps heavy—hasegawa is bewildered.

"i don't know what happened, but you seem eager to go and train with the others. is this the end of times?" the vice captain raises his eyebrow in confusion. narumi only scoffs at that.

"heh, is it really that rare for it to happen? i'm the captain, after all. i gotta set examples."

"yes. it's very rare—too rare. in fact, i'm starting to think you got possessed." hasegawa sighs but didn't protest further. oh well, who is he to complain? at least he doesn't have to go out of his way to drag narumi out of the office. he thinks that this is a great first step to the guy becoming a better captain.

what's happening in narumi's head, though, is strikingly different compared to what hasegawa thinks.

he bought a new pomade, a new cologne, and even got a new pair of shoes to walk around in—something that he rarely spends his money on, just to impress you. and you haven't blushed at the spectacular sight of him at all. not even once. heck, you even avoid his gaze when he looks at you.

why?! is he not attractive enough?! and even if that is the case to you, then that must mean you're blind! not that he'd care that much, of course. maybe just a little. probably. besides, narumi knows very well how people in the first division look at him—with respect, awe, and admiration.

so, why is it that whenever you talk to him, you always look at him as if he's a regular civilian and not japan's strongest?

he grits his teeth in annoyance before muttering under his breath, "tch, what went wrong..?!" and, to be honest, hasegawa would like to know, too. because narumi hasn't moved a single inch from his position in the doorway. if anyone were to pass by the two right now, they'd think narumi is insane.

"ooh, vice captain hasegawa! and captain narumi, too!"

narumi snapped out of his thoughts the moment he heard a familiar voice. it's you. you?! wait, he's not ready yet! his entire posture stiffened for a second, like his soul was just yanked away from his body. he immediately looked away, avoiding your gaze.

"platoon leader... why're you not training yet, ay?" he blurted out, intentionally making his voice sound ominous. "are ya tryin' to slack off? huh? huh?? that's not good, ya know..." he scolded you while staring at the ground—one hand dramatically covering his left eye like some kind of a middle school villain.

you physically cringed at the sight. "vice captain, what's with him?"

"i don't know. don't associate me with him."

narumi purses his lips as he mentally beat himself up for acting so childish. why did he even do that? now you'll think he's weird and creepy! what if you take a picture of this and post it online, too? now everyone's going to think he's weird and creepy!

he quickly thought of a way to save himself from the embarrassment:

a) composes himself and tell you to never mention this to anyone. b) act nonchalant and walk to the training ground. c) apologize for acting weird. d) flee

and of course, being the responsible captain of the first divison he is, narumi chooses to—"woah! captain, wait up!" you try to reach out to grab narumi's hand, but he was way faster than you. "... he ran away." you mutter to yourself while looking at narumi's back.

"he said he was going to train, but that's not even the direction of the training ground." hasegawa places his hands on his hips like a disappointed mother. really, why can't narumi just be a good example for once?

"awh, i was gonna give these to him ..." you sighed, clutching the brown paper bag tighter in your hands. hasegawa quirks a brow. "oh, i didn't notice it earlier. but," he points. "what is that in your hands?"

"hm? ah, i... bought a few donuts earlier. and i wanted to give these to him. but it seems like he didn't even want to talk to me..." you mutter lowly in disappointment. maybe you shouldn't give these to him after all? "...oh." hasegawa's mouth curls into a small smile.

"oh?" you repeat.

"i can't believe there's one more dense people in this division."

"w-what do you mean?"

"you should go ahead and search for narumi."

narumi crouched behind the medical department, face buried in his hands. why did he even go all the way from his office to here anyway? so stupid. he shouldn't have ran away like that.

"gaah, this is so stupid. i did all that and for what?" his shoulders slumped in shame. he assumed you thought that he was embarrassing before. but now? it's dead end. you probably also think he's weird.

"now they're not gonna give me a chance ..."

"who's not gonna give you a chance?"

he quickly straightens his posture upon hearing your voice, though he immediately regrets the motion—because now his back hurts like hell. "you! uh, i mean ... you. why'd ya keep showing up wherever i am? stalking me or something?" he narrows his eyes. "if you want my autograph, you could've—"

his words were interrupted when he felt a sense of warmth on his cheek. it was a brown paper bag, and it smelled like donuts. "sorry for startling you, captain. but i bought a few donuts for you, and i didn't want it to go cold without you taking a bite from it."

"donuts?" he finally looked at you in the eyes, his head tilted curiously. when you nodded at his words, he scoffed lightly. "... 'm not some type of kid who'll forgive you if you give me food, y'know." he muttered lowly. forgive? what did you even do?

"i know you're not a kid. you look old enough to have kids."

"huh? i'm actually still pretty young, thank you very much."

you two stared at each other in silent before you laughed. this interaction felt so ridiculous—it reminded you of that one time you sneaked out of the orphanage with narumi to buy a new game. "why are you acting all awkward with me? we used to be friends, you know."

"i'm not acting all awkward! i'm acting pretty normal." he scowls at you, though the corner of his eye twitches at the word 'used'. are the two of you not friends anymore? he admits that you rarely spend time together due to the difference in ranks. but still, what is he to you?

"sooo—are you not gonna say something?" you whistled, breaking the awkward silence once again.

"what're you trying to say?" he furrowed his brows.

"i'm trying to get you to say something."

narumi exhales sharply, like he's forcing words that got stuck halfway up his throat. his voice is lower now as he looks away from you. "... i don't know if all that fight with kaijus made you dumb or what," he lets out a breathless laugh when you gasp dramatically. "but is it that hard to notice?"

"i got a new cologne. even got new shoes." he paused, still not looking at you. though when his scowl turned into a pout, you can't help but let out a snort. "what's funny?! i'm getting in my feels here."

"pfft, sorry. you kinda look like a kid there. congrats about your new stuff, though." you mockingly mimicked his pout, making his ears flush red in embarrassment. "shut up. thought you said i'm old enough to have kids ... ehem, anyways. what i'm tryin' to say is, i did all that for you."

"for me?"

"yeah." he finally looks at you now. "but you still talked to me like i'm some loser in the neighborhood. like i'm not your captain. like i ain't japan's strongest." he takes a step forward. his voice may sound harsh and stern, but his face is a deep shade of red.

narumi isn't one to be vulnerable about his feelings. even you, his childhood friend, never really see his true side. so, to see him getting this worked up over something makes you feel a little guilty for whatever you did to him.

"but y'know what annoys me most? that it bothers me. you, not noticing me at all. it's getting to my head, and we're not even high schoolers anymore." he clenches his fist, "and i'd rather die than saying this again, so you better listen to me."

"i like you."

"i like you so much, it's messing with my head. i keep losing in my games, can't sleep right, or fight without trying to make sure you're okay. or something." he confessed, though his gaze was anywhere but on you. narumi is trying everything to not break from how embarrassingly childish this confession was, and you can see it clearly with how he keeps fiddling with his own thumbs.

"so if you're gonna reject me, do it now. i'll get over it easily anyway. eventually, maybe. probably."

your response, however, confuses narumi even more. "pfft—bwahaha! you.. you like me? narumi gen, the strongest there is, likes me? a platoon leader?" you continue to laugh at his confession, irritating narumi.

"so what if i do?!"

"haha ... huft, i mean, it's not like you weren't obvious about it." you stopped laughing once you saw his face contort into that of despair. "you suddenly walked into training one day with a new watch on your wrist, new shoes, and you smelled like a perfume shop. it's very easy to guess that you're trying to impress someone."

he crosses his arms, giving you a look that says, 'so what?'. you smile at the sight. "though i'd never guess that 'that someone' would be me. i'm very honored, you know. to have caught the gaze of japan's strongest."

"you should be."

"sigh, you and your ego ..."

"so, is that it? not gonna give me a speech about how you're disgusted by me or something? well, that's not possible, actually. i'm so good looking that flowers bloom everywhere i go." now this time, it's your turn to scowl at him. how can someone be so bad at flirting and also dense at the same time?

"are you stupid?" you quipped.

"hey, there's no need to call me stupid! you were the one who—"

"i like you too, idiot."

.

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bonus:

ping!

narumi : do you at least liked the cologne? narumi : i spent 8k yen on it 😕 you : girl sybau 😭💔

naomi-nana. do NOT repost, do not use (with or without permission), do not recommend or talk about my works outside of tumblr.

[tom-whore-dleston]

Your Heart is Mine

Pairing: Robert 'Bob' Reynolds x f. reader

Word Count: 1.7k

This fic includes: fluff, no powers AU, suggestiveness, a lot of kissing, established relationship, banter, reader is implied to have tan skin and hair, reader wears a bikini, Bob and reader are down bad in love, Bob gets a boner hehe, opposites attract

Summary: Summer at the beach becomes more memorable when you share it with Bob.

Notes: I am finally having time to catch up on all the requests from Build-a-Bob Workshop. Thank you all for your patience as I am a slow writer with a hectic and unpredictable work schedule. I promise I will get to every single request bc I love all of them and have great ideas for them!!

request: I’m gonna be greedy and ask for 2 if that’s ok :3 Choose me: Bob x f.reader Stuff me: fluff (& smut if the fic feels like it idm) Song: Tu Corazón es mío Dress me: clothes: Modern AU Shoes: 5 (banter) & 14 (established relationship) Accessories: fluff: 3 & 12 (“You getting so flustered is one of the cutest things I’ve ever seen.”) I just want a fluffy beach day fic with my lovely bob with swimming (and maybe a bit of smut if the fic leads there I really don’t mind) - @cloufire

You and Bob couldn’t be any different from one another. In fact, the two of you were complete opposites. Yet, your differences never stopped each other from being open minded to one another and seeing what life was like through each other's shoes. Today was a perfect example of viewing life through each other’s lenses.

Growing up on the west coast, you were always going to the beach every day in the summer. The grainy sand on your toes and the blue waves rolling onto the shore gave you serenity. You would spend your entire summer days at the beach, all the way until past sunset. Nights on the beach were filled with bonfires, s’mores, and sharing stories with your loved ones. These were the kinds of memories you wanted to create with Bob.

Even though Bob grew up in Florida and lived near beaches, going to the beach was not a core memory in his childhood. Therefore, he couldn’t imagine what a day at the beach would entail. Lucky for you, he was on board with experiencing it with you. Seeing the way your face lit up as you reminisced on your childhood at the beach made him want to be a part of this love with you. Even if he wasn’t an outdoorsy person like you, he was interested to venture out of his comfort zone with you by his side.

The tides were low on this summer day, so you waded around in the water, gliding along with the waves that took you to shore. You so badly wanted Bob to join you in the water, but didn’t try to convince or force him. He let you go have your fun while he laid out on a towel curled up with a book. Bob would peek his head from his book to watch you swimming around, a small smile spreading on his face.

Feeling worn out by the sun and the waves, you decided to take a break and meet back with Bob. He must have sensed you approaching him as he clapped the book shut, his gaze focusing on the way you strutted in the wet bikini that clung to your sun kissed skin. Bob gulped as you finger combed through your drenched hair. It was as if he witnessed a siren emerge from the sea. He even pulled his sunglasses off to get a better look at you.

“Hey there, handsome,” you greeted your boyfriend who couldn’t stop staring at you. 

“I should say the same about you,” Bob muttered loud enough for you to hear. 

You giggled, “You think I’m handsome?” 

Bob blinked, realizing what he had said. “Oh, no! I mean, yes. I meant to say ‘hey, beautiful.’ Because, you know, you’re beautiful. But you know that, of course.” As adorable as his stuttering was, you couldn’t resist kissing him to shut him up.

“You getting so flustered is one of the cutest things I’ve ever seen,” you responded, tucking your boyfriend’s brown curls behind his ear. Bob leaned into your touch like a cat, humming at the feel of your fingers lightly stroking his ear.  

“Can’t help it when you look breathtaking in that swimsuit.” Bob’s cheeks turned rosy as his eyes wandered down your chest, salt and sand shimmering on your skin under the beating sun. You laughed as you noticed his eyes travel south of yours. Your finger traced down his jawline before lifting his chin up so his gaze was leveled with yours.

“Bob, my darling,” your voice snapping him out of his trance, “my eyes are up here.” His pinkish cheeks turned crimson, causing you to giggle more. Bob was too sheepish to defend himself, but you didn’t mind it one bit. Especially when you knew that you could always turn those thoughts he’d be too embarrassed to share aloud into reality.

“C’mon, let’s cool you off and get you in the water.” You extended your hand out to him, and he stared at it in hesitation. Then, he looked out towards the shore, the waves crashing onto the sand causing his breath to hitch just a bit. Bob became comfortable in his little section of the beach. Your towel, umbrella shade, and his plain white tee shirt being his safety net. However, he was starting to get FOMO from watching you in the water by yourself. Heaven forbid a tall, dark, and better looking lifeguard or beach bum approaches you while he was tucked away under the shade.

Bob used this as motivation to clasp his hand into yours and hoist himself off the towel. Your face beamed as bright as the sun in the sky as your boyfriend’s feet met the warm sand. You couldn’t stop yourself from squealing and jumping up to kiss his nose, which made him smile his cute dopey smile.

“It’s gonna be so much fun!” Your eyes were filled with excitement but then you looked at Bob reassuringly. “I won’t let anything happen to you. We’ll stay as close to shore as you’d like.”

Bob pecked the top of your salty head before walking hand in hand with you towards the water. He hissed at the heat of the sand and the shells scratching the arches of his feet.

“Sand’s hot.” He now tiptoed on the sand, carefully avoiding anything in the path that could cause discomfort to his feet.

“I know,” you responded. “Trust me, it’ll feel so much better once your feet get wet.”

By the time you approached where the land meets the sea, Bob let out a sigh of relief as cold water washed up to coat his feet. The wave pulling back caused both of your feet to burrow in the wet sand, as if you were planted to the ground like trees. 

You pointed towards your feet, “Looks like we’re stuck here forever. The sea claimed us as its own.” Bob gave you a half grin, a sign that he’s not ready for jokes as he was processing this new sensation of being closer to the ocean. You squeezed his hand affirmingly before bringing it towards your lips. This gesture seemed to ease him as he finally looked into your eyes. 

“How are you feeling, though? If this is too much for you, we can go back to our spot and cuddle. And you can catch me up on the book you’re reading.”

Bob shook his head, “This is just right. Being here with you is right. This may not be my scenery but I kind of like it more now that you’ve made it a safe place for me.” 

You inched closer to him, leaning your head against his shoulder. “Well, I would never expect you to be a beach bum like me. It does mean a lot that you are here with me.”

“Of course, I can’t leave you alone out here for a good looking surfer guy to take you away from me.” The corners of Bob’s lips quirked up more and the muscles in his body relieved of tension, even as a wave splashed him below the waist.

“Oh stop, that wouldn’t happen in a million years. Even if this so-called good looking surfer guy tried to make a move on me, I’d throw a wad of seaweed at him and tell him to drink whale piss.” You both chuckled at the joke as your boyfriend wrapped his arms around you.

“Have I ever told you how much I love you?” Bob proclaimed, turning you to face him, unphased by a bigger wave rolling his way. 

You smiled, tilting your head towards him. “All the time, but you can tell me forever and into our next lives.”

Bob’s hands crept up to cradle your cheeks, the iciness contrasting with the warmth of your face. “Well, I love you, my darling. You make me laugh until my stomach hurts and my eyes water. I want to go on all these adventures and explore the world with you. If I had never met you, I wouldn’t have a purpose to even leave my house, let alone my bedroom. My heart is yours forever…and into our next life.”

Your hands cupped over his hands on your cheeks as you smiled. “I love you too, Bob. Your heart is mine and mine is yours. Forever and into our next life.” Bob gave you another dopey smile before attaching his lips to yours. As your lips moved in sync, a wave crashed onto you both, knocking you off your feet and taking Bob down with you.

“Oh my gosh, Bob, are you okay?” You yelped, crawling towards his sprawled out body.

Bob rested his arm over his head as if he were in distress, fighting back a laugh. “Body hurts. Might need mouth to mouth.” He fake coughed, causing you to playfully roll your eyes.

You shut him up by sealing your lips against his, giggling into the kiss.

“Much better. Can I have another for safety measures?” Bob pouted his lower lip, giving you puppy eyes.

You raised an eyebrow. “Slow your roll, lover boy. There’s still children and families around.” You helped him off his feet, pulling him close so your mouth ghosted over his ear. “But, I’m not opposed to having some fun with you later tonight. You and me, under the stars, wrapped in a blanket as the bonfire keeps us warm. How does that sound?”

Bob’s eyes lit up and he bit his lip. Despite being submerged in cold water just a moment ago, an aching heat traveled to his swim shorts.

“With the way you’re talking to me like that, I don’t know how long I can keep my hands off you.” He motioned his head towards the bulge in his swim shorts. Suddenly, his eyes grew dark with sensuality. “I guess in the meantime, we’ll both have to cool off in a different way.” Bob swept you up bridal style, causing you to squeak as he walked you past the shoreline, playfully dipping your bottom into the water as he carried you with love and care.

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[calypso-apologist]

plsss more Antinous x reader smut?? 😼😼 I’m thinking the trope of just relentless flirty Antinous x princess of Ithaca who HATES his guts.

Maybe noncon?? Idm dark content since its him 😛😛

ngl i had fun with this one :3 AND YES I USED A FUCKING DND TERM FOR TENDAY. YOU CAN'T STOP ME.

How a certain princess of Ithaca ended up bedding a certain suitor... ♡

CW: nsfw. choking. dub-con, i think? even i don't fully know how the consent works in this one. whatever the fuck is up with Antinous. experimented a bit with the format.

As much as you wanted that bastard gone, you had to admit he was good with his cock. You wished you could strangle him, kick him and all of your mother's suitors out, but the most you could do was scratch his back and neck as he fucked you stupid in your own bed.

Still, it was a solution. Not a very good one, but a solution. A way to keep him and the suitors at bay, somehow. They all followed him, looked at him like some sort of their own little patron deity. And so, after the fight between him and Telemachus, you had to figure out a plan.

You waited in your bedroom for Antinous to appear after asking a maid to deliver him a message to meet you there. You had a dagger, of course. You weren't stupid, after all. He could try something.

"Princess."

Oh, how you hated that smug voice of his. That smirk on his face as he greeted you with a mockery of a bow, his breath reeking of wine. It was almost a shame, really. Antinous was a handsome man. And a charismatic one, at that. He could be a good man if he wasn't such a piece of shit.

"Antinous."

"You asked for me. And here I am."

He walked over to you, looking way too confident about himself. He must've been convinced that you called for him to have sex. And technically, he was right. No matter how much you absolutely fucking hated it.

The suitors were simple creatures. Little more than dogs who would follow those who currently had the tastiest looking bone. And right now, you were the person with the bone. Or at the very least, you hoped to be. It all depended on how well you could control the leader of the pack.

"Indeed you are. And I would like an explanation."

"And what would you have me explain, princess?"

Gods, you wanted to smack that arrogant smirk off his face. Not to mention how that cocky purr in his voice made you want to tear out his throat with your teeth. Especially after all the bruises he left on Telemachus. Your brother, even with the training he would get, was still... well, to put it nicely, the only fights he could win outside of training were the ones inside he imagined in his head.

You took a big breath, hoping you looked more confident than you actually felt in his presence. You were fully aware that he could easily overpower you, even with the dagger you gripped behind your back.

"I would have you explain why my brother is walking around with a black eye, for one."

"I can only guess he hurt himself somehow, princess. The boy is not exactly careful, is he?"

"Neither are your... companions."

"Is that an accusation I hear, princess?"

The more his grin widened with every word, the more you wanted to throw the nearest vase at him. Still, you had to keep calm. Even if he looked insanely tempting right now. To stab, of course.

Of course, looking up at him now, you still wanted to gouge his eyes out. But your dagger was on the floor and your arms were pinned above your head, the hold he had on your wrists with just one large hand almost bruising. Just like the grip his other hand had on your hip as he forced more and more sounds out of you by moving his hips back and forth, his cock sliding in and out of you with seemingly no issue.

You hated him, you wanted to gouge out the lustful eyes that looked at you, knock out the teeth he oh so eagerly bit into your soft flesh with, break the arms that held you down. But you also didn't want it to stop, even with how selfish he was, focused on chasing his own pleasure through your body, rather than even trying to please you, as well.

And for whatever reason, perhaps that was the best part about the whole thing. This savagery in his movements and gestures, the sadistic spark in his eye as his fingers wrapped around your throat...

"I have no need for accusations. I know it was you."

"Has a trusted servant informed you?"

"Not at all, actually. Your fellow suitors are a rather loud and talkative bunch. I heard them talking, you see. About the punches you landed on my brother, as if he was nothing more than your common scum."

Antinous clicked his tongue, slowly approaching you. Unlike you, he didn't need to fake his confidence. It was all around him, taking up your space just how the suitors took up the space in your father's palace. Except now, it felt even more invasive with how personal it was.

"Such harsh words from such a pretty mouth. You shouldn't speak to a man this way, you know. Would be a shame if something were to happen to such a pretty little thing like yourself."

"You threaten me in my own home?"

"Not at all, little princess. I merely believe you may have... forgotten something. You are in presence of a man."

"A man is an overstatement."

"Such a blatant disregard for the rule of hospitality."

"You want to lecture me on hospitality?! You and your oh so dear friends know nothing of it. We have granted you food and shelter for years, treated as you as most honored guest, and in return you brought nothing but-"

His hand was suddenly gripping your cheeks, silencing you effectively. His smirk was gone, replaced by a neutral look, one you've never seen on his before. It was uncomfortable. Almost scary. The man always had the same mocking grin on his face, sometimes replaced by a scowl when the other suitors annoyed him, but this? He was never this... calm. Almost emotionless.

The moment he raised his brow almost filled you with relief, though when his grin returned, so did your dread. A tiny, scared whimper escaped you as he leaned in closer, his nose almost touching yours.

"Will you drop it on your own, little princess, or shall I help?"

You glared at him as the dagger from your hand hit the floor with a clank. Antinous let out a small, amused scoff when he saw the blade no longer in your hand. You were such a good girl, unlike that irritating little brother of yours...

Oh, right. Your brother. The very reason you summoned him. An irritating little brat, picking fights he had no chance of winning, all because Antinous used wording he didn't like. He wasn't really an issue, of course, maybe a nuisance at most, but a very irritating one.

You annoyed him just as much, of course, but at least you were quite a pleasant sight, so he could just ignore your nagging and focus on your cute face and the way your clothing covered up your body. He would pretend to listen, of course, but in reality, he was imagining tearing your clothes off and shoving his cock inside you to fuck your attitude away.

But now you weren't giving him attitude and he was very, very pleased about it. Perhaps he should intimidate you more often.

"Since you care about your brother so much, how about a little deal, princess?"

"And what deal would that be?"

"A simple one."

If you weren't paralyzed from fear right now, you would've punched him for the mocking kindness in his smile. But instead, you could only let out a tiny gasp when he gripped your chin, tilting your head back to ensure you couldn't look away from him, no matter how much you might've wished to.

And there was something in the way his fingers held your head up, the way his thumb stroked your lower lip almost tenderly... Something that, despite obviously wanting to punch him in the mouth, also made you want to crash your lips against his, to lose yourself in a bruising, passionate kiss with the man, even if you despised absolutely everything about him.

"Why you-"

He merely chuckled at how you smacked his shoulder, as if you could actually cause any pain with your tired little smacks against his shoulders. Even at full strength, you probably wouldn't really do much about him, with how large he was compared to you, but now? With how worn out you were after he spent the night wrecking your sweet, sweet body? A fly landing on his skin would probably make more of an impact than your little slaps.

He looked down at your mouth, now decorated with a tiny red drop of blood trailing down to your chin after he decided to harshly bite down on your lower lip during one of the many heated, passionate kisses you shared that night.

Heated because of your disdain for each other, of course. There was no love, no affection in your bed that night, no. You two were using each other to release your frustrations, with him leaving bruises and bitemarks on you and you scratching him, leaving furious red lines on his skin and even managing to break the skin a little in some spots on his back.

"Aww, princess, is something wrong? You should be glad this is how I make you bleed. Your little brother wasn't so lucky."

Without thinking, you slapped him across the face, your nails marking his cheek. He was visibly stunned for a moment, and only seemed to realize you actually properly hit him when a few drops of blood fell from his cheek to your chest.

Well... he was impressed, in a way. And perhaps, if he was less egotistical, he would congratulate you on proving him wrong - you could actually land a pretty solid hit, even in your current state.

But you were also pretty fucking stupid. Maybe because of how fucked out you were, maybe you suddenly remembered what little pride you had left, even as you laid there, full of his cock. Or maybe, which he considered the most humorous option out of all, you just realized why you were in bed with him in the first place.

"I'll keep my companions, as you so graciously put it, on a leash. I'll even stop messing with your brother. But I want something in return. Something to make it all worth the effort."

"... And what would make it worth all the effort?"

He snorted with laughter, seeing how even now, completely at his mercy, you tried to put on a confident act. He liked it, honestly. He really did. The regal, almost queen-like attempt to mask just how much you were trembling in his arms.

"I'll be generous with you, little princess. Every tenday, I get you for a night. Make you earn the peace, with not a single little peep of resistance."

And he got his deal. You were doing so good despite your obvious hatred for him and everything he stood for. He was even kind enough to not punish you for scratching him, already knowing damn well it would be something he would show off to the other suitors.

But of course, you just had to ruin it, didn't you? And for what, reminding him how easy to beat her brother was? You were both painfully sensitive, picking fights over silly little points of honor.

It was almost funny, really. First Telemachus tried fighting him because he called the queen a tramp, and now you were here, sacrificing your own honor and dignity, just so he wouldn't get rough with your brother again. Such a devoted little family. Almost made him wonder what would happen when he eventually finally got to marry Penelope and finally get to rail her.

It was a great vision, really. One that he would fantasize about rather often. Seeing himself on the throne, with the prince sent away somewhere, leaving him alone with you and your mother. Of course, he'd play the devoted husband role well, fulfilling all of his marital duties. But he couldn't deny himself the pleasure your body offered him, the lovely squeeze of your cunt as it tried to milk his cock, coaxing his seed into you.

"Now, now, princess. Let's not do that."

There it was again. That cold, neutral tone that chilled you to the bone. He even stopped moving his hips as he leaned in closer, pressing your legs against your chest instead of keeping them loosely wrapped around his waist. You let out a small noise of discomfort as he pressed even closer, his entire cock buried inside you as he forced you into a breeding press.

"Let's not forget who's in charge here, yeah, little wench? Because you forget, there's more than one way for me to get the throne. I'm being kind enough to choose the peaceful way, but keep acting out, and I'm not gonna be nice to you for much longer."

He threatened, his voice lowered into a growl to scare you even more as one of his hands pinned your hands above your head and the other squeezed your throat, briefly cutting the air off until he decided you were scared enough for his liking.

"Be good, little princess. Unless you're so eager to bare my children so soon."

"What?!"

He merely chuckled, releasing your throat and pinching your cheek in an almost affectionate gesture, his cock slowly sliding out before he rammed his hips into yours again, burying the whole length inside you in one rough shove, making you cry out just loud enough for anyone who might be passing your room to hear.

"It's obvious, isn't it? Your mother's not getting any younger, and you're much easier to get to. Just look at you now, squirming on my cock like a good little whore..."

He started to move his hips again, each stroke rough and purposeful, forcing out more loud cries and moans out of you.

"Let's get things clear, hm? You can either play nice, and I'll keep our deal about stealing a night every tenday... Or you can act like a little cunt and see just how many tricks I have up my sleeve. And I think we can agree that you want me to be nice to you, hm?"

He squeezed your throat again, letting you struggle for air for a few seconds until you started to nod frantically, gasping and coughing when he loosened his grip.

"Gonna play nice, princess?"

"Y-yes..."

He chuckled at your little stutter. It was impressive you even managed to speak so soon, considering you were still struggling to regain your breath, but hey, at least you looked cute when you struggled.

Antinous leaned down, pressing a kiss on your lips. A soft, gentle, almost loving one. It almost didn't fit him... until you realize that it's not a kiss out of love, it's just a way to prove his power over you, a way to mock how he wasn't forcing you. He wasn't a monster, taking what he wanted by force, no, you agreed to this. You wanted this, just as much as he did, and you knew that.

Once he broke the kiss, he leaned his forehead against you, a hand on your cheek, mocking a lover's affection again yet again, just like he did after you agreed to his "deal". He even had the exact same grin on his face, smaller than the one he usually wore and almost tender, as he whispered the exact same words to you.

"That's my good girl..."

[midnightloversmusic]

hii, saw that your requests are open and wanted to request marauders fluff 🙏 just a silly lil picnic with them by the lake :D either as friends or the reader is in a relationship with one of them, idm! hope this is okay to inspire u <3

I thought this request would be perfect for spring!

Poly!marauders x gn!reader

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It is a really beautiful day out.

You usually don’t stop to realize it, but today is different. You feel the wind blowing across your face and ruffling your hair, hear the sound of birds chirping, and smell the freshly bloomed spring flowers. All of it puts you in a state of pure bliss.

You look up from your book and toward the lake from your comfy spot on a picnic blanket James’ mum had let him borrow to watch Remus trying to teach Sirius how to skip rocks at the lake. Remus is patiently explaining that Sirius needs to flick his wrist more or the rocks are just going to plop into the water, Sirius, always stubborn, of course doesn’t listen and gets frustrated when he realizes Remus is right.

You shake your head at Sirius’ dramatics and let out a small giggle. That giggle turns into a quick gasp when you feel water trickle down your back.

James laughs at your startled reaction.

“James!” you yell,

“You are dripping all over your mum’s blanket and not to mention all over me!”

He just continues to laugh and leans down to grab your face for a kiss. You quickly move your book away from the water droplets raining from his hair, but lean up and indulge him with a peck on the lips.

You reach behind yourself and rifle through your bag to pull out a big fluffy towel and stand to wrap it around James’ shoulders.

“Baby, how are you not freezing right now?” you worry as your hands frantically move up and down his shoulders

“It’s hot out! You and Sirius are just strange, vampires probably, seeing as you’re both always freezing,” he quips

And you’ll give him that. You take a quick glance back toward the lake to see Sirius cozied up in Remus’ sweater, he probably complained about being cold and “Moony, you're sweaters are just so cozy, and I forgot to bring my own”. You know he definitely didn’t forget. Predictable.

You look down at yourself to see the red sweater James had lovingly handed over when he saw you shivering earlier.

“Y’know, you wouldn’t be as cold if you moved into the sun and stopped hiding in the shade.”

You get slightly lost in James’s smile before you reply;

“I’m not hiding! And you just called me a vampire, obviously I can’t go in the sun.”

“Sirius is managing just fine.”

“Well, maybe Sirius isn’t a vampire.”

You both let out a laugh just as Sirius comes back with Remus in tow,

“Now you guys are having fun without us, I feel left out,” Siris pouts as he plops down on the blanket

“It’s bloody cold out here.”

You and James share a look and burst out into another fit of giggles

Remus groans while he bends down and gets settled on the blanket.

You give one last try at drying James off before relenting and just pulling him down on the blanket with you.

Sirius pounces immeadietly, claiming you to cuddle with him.

You easily oblige and burrow your face In the crook of his neck. He smells like woody cologne, cigarettes, and slightly of lake water.

You quickly decide that you need to kiss him, so you pull your face out of its hiding spot and lean over him, connecting your lips. You must have caught him by surprise because it takes him a second to catch up, but before long, he's humming into your lips.

You pull away slowly and watch as he opens his eyes. He looks pretty, and he's gazing at you with an expression so utterly lovesick you can barely stand it.

“Hi,” you murmur, still looking down at him

“Hey, sweetness,” he reaches up to push some of your hair behind your ear

“What was all that for, not that I’m complaining?”

“I just wanted to kiss you.”

You hear Remus let out a snicker

“Hey! Keep laughing over there, and I won’t be kissing you for a week.” you say, directing your fake anger toward him.

James quickly intervenes,

“Now that's just cruel, Darling—”

Just as Sirius says

“Yeah, Moony, I might just join y/n in your torture—”

Remus rolls his eyes, but he can’t hide the goofy smile on his face or the reddening of his cheeks.

You untangle yourself from Sirius, who doesn’t seem too cross about it. He just crawls over to James to steal some cuddles, but it ends in a screech when Sirius realizes James is still damp from the lake.

“You’re wet!” he accuses

“I am,” James deadpans before laughing and pulling Sirius towards him despite his protests that Remus’ sweater is going to get ruined. He settles quickly into James’s embrace.

Meanwhile, you make your way towards Remus and sit down next to him. You pull out your book and find your previous page. Remus slouches down and rests his head on your shoulder. He closes his eyes, and you can feel his soft breath on your neck.

“I wasn’t serious, y’know?”

“Yes, I know you are not Sirius, you're y/n,” Remus whispers into your shoulder

For someone who makes fun of Sirius and James’ sense of humor, he sure has picked up a joke or two from them.

“No, you idiot. I meant I wasn’t serious about withholding kisses. I’d take a kiss right now if you’d let me.”

At that, he lifts his head, and his eyes meet yours.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

With that, he cups your jaw and presses his lips to yours. You sigh into the kiss. It's short and sweet, but so loving. When Remus pulls away, James and Sirius have scooched over to be closer to you and Remus.

You all spend the rest of your day cuddling and eventually even eating the snacks you brought for your picnic. You wouldn’t want to spend your day any other way