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maliefizz · 2 years ago

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Merry Christmas, Padfoot.

Happy New Year - a gift for all my fandom friends who have been such a huge part of my life over the past year. Really, I'm just a wobbly little thing and you have no idea how much you all mean to me. I have loved getting to know you all - I can't wait to share 2023 with you all 💖

Prompt stolen from a couple of my absolute favourites - thank you for letting me have a go at it!

‘Thank you, I love it.’ Sirius wrapped the scarf around his neck and grinned at Remus who laughed.

‘Here.’ He reached forward and secured the scarf in a tidy knot, adjusting it around Sirius’ neck so it sat just right. ‘There. Perfect.’

‘No. That’s you,’ Sirius leaned forward to bump their noses together. ‘Merry Christmas, Moony.’

Remus sighed happily. ‘Merry Christmas Padfoot. Thank you for my lovely presents.’

Sirius waved him off. ‘Just little things, tis all. Nothing special.’

‘Hey!’ Remus nudged their knees together. ‘What do you mean not special?!’ He ran his fingers down the stack of books balancing in his lap and then clutched a pale grey, monogrammed notebook to his chest. ‘They’re amazing.’

‘Yeh, but do you have a scarf knitted by your actual boyfriend?’ Sirius flicked imaginary hair over his shoulder and tilted his chin up to better expose the slightly knobbly, unevenly woven scarf. ‘I think not, hmm?’

‘You’re ridiculous,’ Remus told him, stealing a kiss and then another. ‘Do you think we should go and see if they need any help?’

‘Nah.’ Sirius stretched out his legs. ‘I can’t hear any blood thirsty screaming so I’m sure they’re doing just fine. Prongs knows his way around our kitchen anyway, he’s here enough.’

‘True.’ Remus carefully placed the pile of books on the floor by the edge of the sofa. ‘But we should probably start tidying up all this. I’ll get the paper and you put everyone’s things in separate piles?’

‘Sounds good to me.’ Sirius groaned lightly as he hauled himself up and surveyed the chaos. There was crumpled wrapping paper strewn all over the room along with various bits of ribbon and bows. Several boxes lay torn open, their contents spilled over the carpet. ‘Bloody hell. What are Reg and Prongs going to do with all of this?!’

‘That’s what happens when it’s the first grandchild on both sides of the family,’ Remus said smiling. ‘He’s been spoilt rotten!’

‘Yes, well,’ Sirius picked up a box of duplo and added it Harry’s pile. ‘I will admit that I may have gone a little overboard.’

‘A little,’ Remus huffed good naturedly. ‘Between you and Effie you bought out the entire toy shop! No wonder the poor thing had to go for nap at,’ he checked his watch, ‘Bloody hell, how is it only half past eight? I’m already knackered!’

‘That’s what happens when someone gets frisky during Midnight Mass,’ Sirius singsonged. ‘O Cum All Ye Faithful indeed!’

Remus shrugged unrepentant. ‘What can I say. It’s not my fault your stocking is hung.’

Sirius burst out laughing and Remus winked at him, scrunching up another ball of snowman printed paper. He shuffled forward and swept an arm underneath the Christmas Tree to gather up what was there.

‘Oh!’ He withdrew his hand, in which was a small, square shaped box. ‘You missed one, Pads!’

‘Oh did I?’ Sirius dropped the cardigan he’d been half heartedly folding, coming over towards Remus.

‘Yeh, sorry. I’d totally forgotten about this one. It’s from me. I saw it a couple of months ago and it reminded me of you.’ Remus held up the box and Sirius took it.

‘You sap,’ Sirius began to peel the paper away, crushing it into a little ball and dropping it onto the floor. ‘Oooo!’ He inspected the little black box, ‘Is it jewellery?’

‘Why don’t you open it and see?’ Remus said, making to get up, kneeling up on one knee.

Sirius prised the lid open with his thumb and gasped. ‘Oh my God,’ he whispered, eyes wide as he took in the contents of the box and then looked back down at Remus who has stilled at the tone of Sirius’ voice.

‘Sirius, are you oka-‘

‘Oh my God!’ Sirius said again, but this time his voice rang out loud and clear. ‘Remus!’

‘You- You like it?’ Remus asked, confused at the reaction. ‘I mean, it’s only a ring-‘

‘I can’t,’ Sirius said, his voice all wobbly.

‘What?’

Sirius thrust the box back at Remus and Remus was very alarmed to see that he was crying.

‘Padfoot what-‘ He made to get up but Sirius pushed him back down.

‘No! You have to do it down there!’ He gestured to the box now in Remus’ hand.

‘O-kay?’ Remus said slowly. He held the box back up to Sirius. ‘Merry Christmas, Padfoot?’

‘Yes!’ Sirius exclaimed, giving a very uncharacteristic little jump. ‘Fuck me, yes!’ And he stuck out his left hand, fingers spread.

‘Oh!’ Remus realised that he was after and pulled the ring from the box. He hovered with it at the tips of Sirius’ fingers, unsure which finger would be the best fit, until Sirius gave a laugh and guided his hand to his fourth finger and allowed Remus to slide the ring on. It was a perfect fit. ‘There.’ Remus said, pleased that Sirius seemed to like it so much. ‘I’m glad you- humph!’

His words got lost as Sirius dragged him upwards and smashed their mouths together, kissing him hard.

‘Woah,’ Remus’ head spun as Sirius finally let him go. ‘What was that for?!?’

‘I can’t believe you Remus Lupin!’ Sirius pulled him back in so their bodies slotted together. ‘I’m so fucking happy!’

‘Good,’ Remus said, voice muffled as he got mouthful of Sirius hair. ‘I’m glad.’

Sirius stood back a little but didn’t release his grip, sliding one arm around Remus’ waist and tugging him tight to his side.

‘Reg! Prongs!’ he shouted. ‘Get the fuck in here.’

There was a moments pause and then James stuck his head round the door, swiftly followed by Regulus.

‘We’re engaged!’

‘What?!’

‘Oh my God!’ James let out a high-pitched squeal that made both Regulus and Remus wince and ploughed over towards them, tripping over a pile of wrapping and nearly falling flat on his face. He righted himself just in time. ‘Let me see! Let me see!’

Sirius held out his hand, looking smug.

‘Ahhhhh!’ James practically screamed, flinging himself at the two of them. ‘I can’t believe I was making bloody scrambled eggs and I missed this!’

‘I think that was the whole point, Prongs.’ Sirius said. ‘He wanted you out the way.’

‘Remus bloody Lupin!’ James whacked Remus on the shoulder. ‘You sly dog!’

Remus, who had staggered slightly at the force of James’ embrace cleared his throat. ‘Erm. Yeh. Something like that. I guess?’

‘Congratulations,’ Regulus said, picking his way far more carefully across the room and kissing first Sirius and then Remus on both cheeks.

‘COnGatuLaTionS,’ Sirius imitated Regulus formal tone, shoving his hand in Regulus’ face. ‘Look at my ring and weep, bitch!’

‘Charming,’ Regulus said drolly, reaching up to put a calming hand on James’ shoulder, who was still vibrating with excitement. ‘Go on then, let me have a look.’

Sirius slid the ring from his finger, giving Remus an adoring look and passed it over.

Regulus took and turned it over in his hand and then inspected the inside edge. He stilled and then looked over at Remus disbelievingly. ‘You chose this?’

‘Well, yeh.’ Remus said, desperate to just sit the fuck down and work out what the hell seemed to be happening. ‘I saw it a while ago and it reminded me of Padfoot. So. I bought it.’

‘Oh that’s so romantic!’ James practically swooned. ‘Reg, isn’t that so romantic.’

‘Yes. Very romantic.’ Regulus said, still looking at Remus with his brow raised. He gave the ring back to Sirius, who returned it to his finger immediately.

‘You do realise,’ Regulus turned his attention to his brother. ‘That you’re wearing a genuine Garrard diamond there.’

‘What- Fuck off!’ Sirius exclaimed, looking down at his finger and back at Regulus. ‘Garrard?’

‘Yep,’ Regulus nodded. ‘Hallmarked and everything.’

Sirius looked at Remus who tried his best to smile, although he was sure it was more of a grimace.

‘Happy Christmas!’ he sang awkwardly, regretting the jazz hands instantly.

‘I can’t believe you!’ Sirius launched himself at him once again. ‘Don’t get me wrong. I would have loved it if you’d handcrafted it out of an old shoe but Garrard, Remus?’

‘Garrard,’ Remus nodded, hoping it looked like he knew what he was talking about.

‘Garrard.’ Regulus looked pointedly at James and waggled his own ring finger.

‘Hey!’ James pouted. ‘Yours is Tiffany. And you chose it!’

‘Exactly,’ Regulus winked at Remus and then looked back at James. ‘I had to choose it. Unlike Sirius here, who’s fiancé just knows him so well that he was able to pick out the perfect-‘ He broke off on a laugh at the look of dismay on James’ face.

‘I’m teasing, darling.’ He lifted up onto the balls of his feet to kiss James softly. ‘You know I love it. And I love you.’

‘Humph,’ James grumbled, kissing back all the same. He faux-glared at Remus. ‘You and your fucking Garrard.’

‘Me and my fucking Garrard,’ Remus echoed, wriggling free from Sirius’ grasp. ‘I think I’ll make some tea.’

‘Fuck tea,’ James seemed to get over his previous strop. ‘Open that bottle of Bolly! We’ve got things to celebrate.’

‘Okey dokey,’ Remus nodded and Sirius laughed fondly.

‘You’re so cute,’ He angled Remus’ chin up. ‘My fiancé is so cute.’

Remus allowed himself to be kissed a couple more times before extracting himself to walk towards the kitchen.

‘I’ll give you a hand,’ Regulus said, following Remus into the brightly lit room.

They pottered about in silence for moment as Remus retrieved the bottle from the fridge and Regulus rooted at the back of the cupboard for the good champagne glasses.

‘So…’ Regulus said, putting the glasses on the side and handing Remus a tea-towel. ‘You finally decided to do it.’

‘It looks like it,’ Remus agreed, wrapping the towel round the neck of the bottle. ‘It turns out I’m full of surprises.’

‘And the ring? Re, I love you like a brother, well as a brother now, I suppose, but that’s at least thirty grands worth of ring on Sirius’ finger out there.’

The bottle slipped from Remus’ grip, caught just in time by Regulus. ‘Thirty grand?!’

‘Yep.’

‘Fuck me.’ Remus patted around until he found the back of one of the kitchen chairs, pulling it out and sitting down.

‘I knew it.’ Regulus said, sitting down next to him. ‘Where did you buy it?’

‘You know that random antique shop, down by the quay?’

Regulus scrunched his nose up in distaste. ‘Yes?’

‘There!’

‘What?!’

‘I was in there a couple of months ago, looking through the records when I saw it in one the cabinets. You know how some of them have got bits of jewellery in?

‘No, because I would never dream of going in there.’

‘Well, they’ve got all these cabinets with random shit in and it was in there. Reg, I paid two hundred quid for it and even then I thought that was a bit much!’

‘You have got to be joking!’

‘No!’ Remus grabbed the bottle back from Regulus, popped the cork and immediately took a swig. ‘Oh my God. No wonder he though I was-‘ He broke off suddenly, sucking his top lip into his mouth and determinedly not looking Regulus.

‘Oh. My. God.’ Regulus breathed. ‘You had no idea you’d asked him to marry you, did you?!’

‘No fucking clue.’

‘Remus! What are you doing to do?’

Remus paused. From the living room he could hear the excitable mummering of Sirius and James. He thought of the look on Sirius’ face when he was down on one knee. He thought about Sirius saying that he would marry him even if he’d proposed with an old shoe.

Remus smiled.

‘Well. I’m going to marry him, aren’t I.’

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maliefizz · 2 years ago

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@kinktober2023 day 1 - latex. jegulus. 1,766 words. nsfw.

a special gift for @alexsays-no, who vastly improved my life with their art <3 (trans reggie + daddy kink)

“Baby, I’m home,” James calls, dropping his briefcase in the foyer and tugging at his tie. “Where are you?”

“Up here, daddy.”

Lightheaded—he’s so damn lightheaded at the sound of Regulus, voice dipped in honey and so fucking sweet, calling for him from upstairs.

James runs, skids on the hardwood floors before taking the stairs two at a time. He’s salivating, those pictures vivid in his mind. He doesn’t know what to expect, but he knows it’s going to be good. Knows it’s—

Oh.

Oh, he’s so screwed. He’s so dead. He’s so—

“Hi, daddy,” Regulus says, head tilted to the side.

“Hi, baby,” James breathes, fingers wrapped tight around the door frame. “You—You look…*wow*. I—Fuck. Okay. Yeah. Wow.”

Regulus sits with his legs under him, hands on his knees. His outfit is—it’s sinful, really. James doesn’t know what to make of it, but he’s obsessed. Doesn’t think he’s ever loved an outfit more than this one.

It’s all shiny, black latex. A halter crop top that shows off the pale expanse of a taut stomach, belly button ring glinting in the low light when he shifts. That damned JFP tattoo between his hipbones in danger of turning James feral. Gloves past his elbows, and stockings. Oh, the stockings. Right to the middle of his thighs and shiny, so damn pretty.

James wants to bury his face in-between those thighs. Feel the soft latex rub against the stubble on his face. Especially when he sees the all-black G-string, thin where it cuts into Regulus’ skin and begs to be snapped.

His brain is so empty. All that bounces around is Regulus, Regulus, Regulus.

James thinks he might be drooling. He’s dimly aware of his jaw hanging open. “My love,” he says slowly, “what’s the occasion?”

“There isn’t one. I just know you’ve had a long week.”

“I have, yes.” James yanks at his tie, burning in his suit. Truthfully, he forgot all about his week the second he got those pictures.

Regulus quirks a brow. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“Taking off my clothes?”

“No.”

James stills, fingers halfway finished with undoing his button-up. “What?”

“Keep your clothes on.”

“But how—?”

“You don’t get to touch me. Not unless you’re good.”

James takes a step towards him. “Regulus, love…”

Regulus ducks his chin. “Kneel.”

There’s such power in his voice when he speaks, and James is nothing if not powerless to him.

He sinks to his knees at the foot of the bed and looks up at Regulus. Takes him in—the darkened eyes, thunderclouds just before they burst; the wild curls black as the latex against his pale skin; the mischievous curl of his lips, so pleased with himself.

James is—God, he’s never been more in love with anyone in his life.

“Marry me,” he breathes, palms rubbing on his thighs. He aches in his trousers, needs relief in the form of firm pressure, but he won’t touch himself until Regulus tells him he can. “Marry me, baby. Please.”

Regulus barks a laugh. “We’ve been married for five years.”

“I know. Just—Marry me again. I’m so serious. You’re the most incredible creature I’ve ever fucking seen, and I need to do my vows over so I can make sure to put that line in there.”

“Then earn it.”

James blinks. “What?”

“I’ll marry you a second time, but only if you earn it.”

“What do I have to do? Because I’ll do it.”

Regulus tugs his bottom lip between his teeth. “Be a good boy. Watch, but don’t touch—me, or yourself.”

James groans, nearly crumples. He’s harder than he’s ever been in his life, the friction of his clothes too much. “Reg, love—”

“If you want me bad enough, you’ll be good.”

“Okay,” James says with a firm nod. “I’ll be good. I promise. I’ll be so—Oh, Christ.”

Regulus has shifted to lean back, his knees spread and one hand slipping down his abdomen, long fingers tripping over his skin. Then, swift and smooth, he turns around and puts himself on all fours, his ass on display, the thin strap of the G-string cut right through dripping wet folds.

“I’m dead. I’m so, so dead,” James marvels when Regulus reaches down, those black-clad fingers absorbing nothing when they slip through wetness. It turns the latex shiny, and James is all but salivating now. “Baby, come on,” he begs, shifting when Regulus moans from the touch of his own fingers. “Let me—Fuck, let me eat you out.”

His gaze snags on the right cheek—where he put a J with a stick and poke tattoo kit when they were eighteen. Hardly fine craftsmanship, but Regulus says it’s his favorite even now. That the memory of lying on that beat-up couch in James’ parents’ basement, wincing while James poked ink into the soft curve of his ass, never fails to make him smile.

James watches Regulus dip one finger inside his cunt, slow and torturous and so damn shiny. “Regulus,” James says, but it’s more like a whimper, “you are so damn beautiful. I know I tell you this every day, but fuck, fuck, fuck. Look at you.”

Regulus huffs a laugh. He looks over his shoulder, eyes heavy-lidded and so damn dark. “You’re just hoping I tell you you can touch me.”

“No. I mean, yes, I am literally begging you to let me devour you, but—” James’ gaze trails to the stockings, shiny and so smooth, and he’s never wanted to run his tongue over something so bad in his life. “Baby, please.”

Regulus slips a second finger in, back arched like a cat’s, and the moan that rips from his throat is enough to pull one from James’ own lips.

Regulus doesn’t give him permission, so James sits and watches with an ache in his cock so fierce he thinks he might explode. He can’t decide what he wants to do first—bury his face between Regulus’ legs, or bury his cock deep inside him.

“Daddy,” Regulus breathes, the latex-clad fingers soaked down to the last knuckle. There are three of them in him now, pushing in and pulling out, each move a slippery slide.

James whines. No, he fucking whimpers. He’s so lost watching Regulus fuck himself with his fingers, soaking the latex and the thin strap of that G-string. “Yes, baby?”

Honestly, James’ brain is as good as smooth considering how few thoughts exist within it right now.

“You can have a taste.”

“Can I touch you?”

Regulus seems to debate with himself for a moment, then replies, “Yes.”

James doesn’t waste a second. He scrambles across the distance, gets his hands around delicate thighs and oh, they’re smooth, so damn nice under his hands. He yanks Regulus to him, hears the yelp from above but doesn’t pay it any mind. His tongue runs broad and flat through Regulus’ folds, and he all but crumples to the floor from the taste of him.

“Good, daddy?”

“Fucking divine,” James breathes over Regulus’ cunt. James uses his hands to pull Regulus impossibly closer, fingers digging into latex-clad thighs the best he can. His chin is dripping with spit and cum, his tongue fucking in and out of Regulus just the way he likes.

He doesn’t need his hands on Regulus. He never does. It’s a suck to his clit, teeth gentle where they nibble, a softly muttered, “Come for me, baby. Let me taste you,” and it doesn’t take long before Regulus shatters, his entire body convulsing from head to toe.

It’s made worse when James doesn’t stop. It’s an explosion on his tongue and he keeps going, decides he can fuck Regulus later but needs this now.

“Daddy, I—” Regulus breaks again with a sob, hips pushing back on James’ face. “I’m—”

“I’m not fucking done,” James snaps between languid licks. “I’m gonna split you open, love. Bury myself in you and never fucking leave.”

“Please.”

James is insatiable, a madman, mouth wet and chin dripping, Regulus breaking apart above him. It’s only when he can’t take the ache any longer, his cock almost in pain, that he stands and unzips his trousers.

He doesn’t give a warning. He knows Regulus doesn’t want one. He fists himself, runs his thumb over his head to gather the moisture there and slicken himself.

“Baby,” James whispers, hand kneading at Regulus’ ass. He presses his thumb against the J with a vicious grin. “You know I love you, right?”

“What? Yes, I—Fuck,” Regulus all but cries, his hands fisted in the sheets. James has sheathed himself, buried to the hilt in wet, tight heat in one smooth motion.

He doesn’t pause. Rather, he reaches to fist a hand in Regulus’ hair and pull him up, bring his back flush to James’ chest as he thrusts into him with precision.

“So fucking beautiful,” James mutters into the soft skin of Regulus’ shoulder. His hand is between Regulus’ legs, circling his clit with skilled fingertips while he keeps a firm hold on Regulus’ middle with the other. “So god damn perfect.”

Regulus shudders, whispers, “I’m—God, I’m close again. Holy shit.”

“I know, baby. I can always tell.” And he can. James feels the clench around him, the tightening as Regulus barrels to another climax and— “Fuck, there it is.”

Regulus cries out, his hands desperate for purchase but the latex is too smooth. He slips over James’ skin, scratching against tanned muscle but not gripping.

James is relentless, chasing a high only Regulus can give him. Everything feels like too much—the sounds they make, the smooth latex under his touch, the heat around him with each thrust into Regulus.

It hits him hard and fast—explosive, and he buries himself in Regulus with a strangled shout, teeth breaking the skin of Regulus’ shoulder. He thrusts weakly, working through his orgasm, leaving every bit in Regulus’ cunt before he pulls out.

He leans back on his haunches and watches Regulus flip on his back, legs spread and hand between his thighs. James groans at the sight of his cum leaking, pooling on their duvet.

“God, I am so lucky you married me,” he breathes, leaning forward to settle on his stomach, arms curved around Regulus’ thighs. He looks up at Regulus beneath lowered lashes before running his tongue over that swollen clit.

Regulus spasms, hand fisted in James’ hair as he gasps. “James, I—”

“Oh, did you think we were done?” James snorts a laugh and dips his tongue inside Regulus, the mixed taste of them driving him wild. “No, baby. This is a feast, and that wasn’t even the main course.”

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