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This might be so incredibly niche but my fancast for Regulus Black is Tim Henson

BECAUSE WHY IS HE SO PRETTY

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Me trying to pretend I’m not fundamentally changed after reading that 100k+ word fanfic

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Just read 38 chapters of moonwater just for my HEART AND SOUL TO BE WRENCHED FROM MY FRAGILE BODY.

Crumbling by regulusblacksdiary if you want to cry tonight.

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Bruh why is it that I always read regulus fics and then 25 chapters in I check the tags and it’s always main character death 🫠🫠🫠

Hey so why can’t we play pretend.

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Your smut? 9.99/10. Amazing. Hot af. Near perfection.

That .01 is just that with proper stretching, losing virginity shouldn't hurt or bleed.

actually 🤓☝️ from personal experience, that shi hurted the first time and i bled a lil 💀

ALSOOO current am working on part 4 of this burrow summers series from LAST YEAR 😱 and then going to continue some potter!reader x remus.... y'all rocking with that or what? leave suggestions in comments or my inbox

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Help I’m a regulus girl rn would anyone want to see regulus fluff or smut?

Sleeping beauty - platonic!marauders

summary: reader stumbles into the common room after a long night of 'sleep'. they try discovering who she slept with the night before. wc: 0.7k

Lily sipped her tea as the marauders animatedly chatted around her in the common room, Marlene in a half-asleep state, head resting on Remus’s shoulder. “Hey, where is y/n, by the way?” Asked Sirius, taking a big gulp out of his own coffee, looking at your two dorm mates for an answer. “Sleeping.” Replied Marlene, blinking slowly. James twisted his his torso to glance at the big clock on the wall behind him, frowning. “It’s 3 in the afternoon.” Lily jolted up, as though having a revelation, and looked straight towards Marlene. “Also, who did she get with last night?” Now this attracted the attention of the other marauders, who instantly turned to stare at Lily. “She slept with someone!?” Whisper-yelled Sirius, glancing between Lily and Marlene.

Marlene scoffed, mumbling “She came back to our dorm at like 1am, and has been knocked out since. So yeah, she definitely slept with someone.” Remus furrowed his eyebrows “Sleeping for thirteen hours doesn’t necessarily mean she slept with someone.” Lily laughed, nodding ‘yes’. “Trust me, good sex can put a girl out for a good fifteen hours. We probably won’t see her until night comes.” “Oh I bet it’s the Ravenclaw.” Marlene thought out loud, and Lily hummed in agreement. “I’ll bet it’s that Slytherin.” She challenged, digging a galleon out of her pocket. Marlene grinned, suddenly awake, and tossed a golden coin onto the table. “How- what!?” Questioned Sirius, scratching the back of his neck. “Oh, here comes sleeping beauty.” Teased James loudly, earning a tired grumbled from you as you trudged down the stairs. Lily laughed at the sight of you, dragging your feet behind you, cuddling into your thick sweatshirt.

“So who’s the prince charming?” Marlene added, leaning over the table to high five James. Your eyes widened in a moment of panic, and you nodded your head across the common room. “What?” Asked Sirius, looking between you and the other two girls in the group. You gulped harshly, mumbling “Uh, I can’t say.” Lily and Marlene both had matching confused expressions on their faces, communicating ‘You always tell us though!’ You gave them a warning look, trying to subtly gesture towards Sirius with your eyes, but the second you looked his way, he had caught you.

“Hey! Why’d you look at me like that!” “No reason!” You squeaked, slumping down on the couch next to James, insistently avoiding Sirius’s eyes. “Is it the Slytherin then?” Asked Lily, a hopeful look in her eyes. “Well, uh, not the Slytherin.” You cleared your throat, shooting Lily a reprimanding look. “Oh my god, did you sleep with my cousin!?” Yelled Sirius, earning him a screech of “What!? Sirius your cousins are all girls!” But that had instantly revealed too much. Your eyes widened in realisation and Sirius straightened up, his jaw dropping. “Oh. My. God.” He started, pointing at you accusingly. “Did you sleep with my brother!?”

You opened your mouth to defend yourself, but nothing came out. Lily and Marlene gasped in unison at the revelation, and James and Remus shared a shocked look. You were already humiliated enough that the boy in the head below managed to whisk you into his bed, sharing secret kisses with you before bringing you pleasure until the early hours of the morning. He had walked you all the way up to the Gryffindor tower, cupping your face and kissing you gently for a long moment before pulling away and wishing you a good night. Your face had flushed, and you had promised him that he’d see you tomorrow. So, today.

“You slept with my fucking brother, oh my god.” You bit your lip, guiltily sinking back into the cushions of the couch. “One of my best friends just slept with my younger brother.”

“I’m sorry Sirius.” You tried apologising, “I really didn’t mean to he just, he just!” But the look Remus shot you was enough to shut you up, warning you not to cross any further lines. An awkward silence settled on the friend group. “Hey, was he at least good in bed though?” Marlene asked “Oh, god yes.” Simple to say, that response got you a pillow chucked in the face.

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Sick day with bf!remus

You were exhausted. This week had been horrible for you and you were at you’re breaking point. It all started with a cold. You woke up Monday morning with clogged ears and a headache, but of course you brushed it off as nothing more than bad sleep and went to your classes. Remus could tell you weren’t feeling well, but you refused to stay in from your classes. You wanted to perform at your best and would push yourself just a little if it meant getting top marks. On Wednesday, still feeling ill and slightly worsening, Marlene spilled her ink all over your favorite sweater sleeve at breakfast. You tried to keep your cool, but having to go back up to Gryffindor Tower while your head spun did not help your situation. Remus offered to come with you but you refused, knowing he had an exam first period. Today was your final straw. It was your last class of the day and you could barely hear out of your blocked ears. Your head was running hot all morning and you just wanted the day to be done. You sat in Mr. Flictwicks lecture, trying your hardest not to rest your chin on the palm of your hand.

“Ms. Y/L/N, can you demonstrate the wand movement for the class?” He called on you to demonstrate as he had so many time before. You snapped your head up. The wand movement for which charm?

“Um,” you cleared your throat, squinting to try and remember what you were even reviewing that day. Mr. Flitwick tilted his head, watching as you sat there silent. Your brain was barely functioning and you barely registered that he had moved on to demonstrate for the class and continue with the end of the class. Your cheeks burned red and you let out a shaky sigh, needing the day to be over. When the bell rang, you routinely packed your bag and rushed out the door, too uncomfortable and out of it to make an apology for your professor. You carried yourself through the halls and up towards the common room, swallowing to try and make the cold leave your head. It wasn’t helping and you were urgent to get back after making a fool out of yourself in class. After slipping through the portrait hole, your feet immediately took you to Remus. He sat on the other side of the room reading in an armchair. You felt tears well up at the sight of him, looking so soft and warm in his sweater. You hadn’t even reached him when his eyes flicked up to you.

“Y/N, darling. How was-” Remus paused and stood as he saw your state, disheveled and on the brink of tears. “My love, are you alright darling?” He ushered you into his chest and wrapped his hands around you, one across your back and one securing your head as he rocked you in his arms. “Let’s go upstairs.” You nodded into his sweater as he took the bag off your shoulder, guiding you to the stairwell. Your feet carried you up the familiar path to Remus’ dorm where you promptly plopped on his bed. Remus set your bag down and dropped to his knee, begining to slip off your shoes.

“Rem, you don’t have to-”

“Shh, it’s alright just let me do this,” he replied, taking your shoes off and setting them at the end of the bed. “You’ve been refusing rest all week, I’m not going to let you stop me from taking care of you.” He came up and kissed your forehead, leaving a weak smile on your face as he pulled away to grab you a pair of sweats. You gladly changed as Remus took off his own shoes and set them next to yours. You slipped his sweatshirt over your head, the oversized material engulfing you in the comfort of his smell.

“Thank you,” you said shyly, climbing back into his bad and moving back against the pillow. Remus summoned a glass of water next to the bed then came to kiss your temple again, moving to sit next to you.

“You don’t need to thank me, love,” he hummed, pulling the blankets back and lifting you under the covers. After snuggling you in, he climbed underneath with you and pulled you into his chest, petting the scalp behind your ears. “I love taking care of my girl.” You hummed contentedly into his chest and slid your hands under the fabric of his shirt. You felt him chuckle beneath you and heard his breathe fill his lungs. He sighed and kissed the top of your head, his hands moving down to rub your back in soft, sweeping motions.

“I think I like being taken care of,” you peeped, running your thumb along his rib and wrapping your hand over his firm torso. He chuckled deeper and ran his hand up to the back of your neck.

“I know you like it, darling,” he whispered huskily in your ear before planting another kiss on your temple. You sighed and he continued to kiss your face and your neck, rubbing his hands over you body and giving you warm embraces. “Now rest, I’ll be here when you wake up. Tell me if you need anything my love and I’ll give it you.” You hummed.

“Anything?” You asked, leaning up to leave an open kiss under his jaw. Remus smiled and chuckled, rubbing his thumb adoringly across your cheek.

“Yes, anything.”

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For my walking dead girlies if you’re here

Rick Grimes x F!Reader x Daryl Dixon Smut: And There was only One Bed

Warnings/Mentions: Smut, unprotected sex, jealous Rick, awkward inexperienced Daryl, dry humping, spooning sex, oral, handjobs (Daryl receiving), staying quiet/fear of being caught, Daryl pretending to be asleep

Summary: Rick, Daryl, and reader get caught out on a storm and take shelter in a small cabin. They're stuck there for the night, and you'll never guess what happens next. THERE WAS ONLY ONE BED

Notes: God this is so hot I don't care that the morals are questionable!!!! I need it more than anything I've ever needed before thank you for requesting anon

Being squished between a snoring Daryl and Rick's hard-on was not how you imagined your night going when you set out that morning.

It was supposed to be a cut and dry intel run. Scope out the new group nearby, learn a few things, maybe grab some supplies on your way back, but no, it's never that easy.

First off, you couldn't find the group. Aaron claimed they were composed of maybe forty people living in the nearby school, but the place was quiet when you'd checked it out.

Then, Rick's truck broke down. Dead battery. Daryl set out looking for one with enough juice to get you home when the first signs of a storm rolled in. Angry dark clouds and cold fat raindrops.

The only place nearby in walking distance was down a long gravel road. It was the smallest, but also the cutest, cabin you'd ever laid eyes on. It only had three rooms, one bedroom with a bathroom, and a large open living area that held a tiny kitchen and a couch with a fireplace.

“Get those windows boarded up.”

Rick was quick to spew out commands after the three of you busted through the front door, all wet and shivering. The wind was so strong it slammed the door closed behind you, blowing the curtains and causing stray paper to fly off their tables.

“Can't!” Daryl shouted. He stood behind you shielding his face from the rain shooting through the broken windows.

That's how you ended up in the bedroom. You sat shivering on the foot of the bed as Rick went through the dresser, looking for clothes to replace the soaking fabric you all wore.

Daryl slid the bedroom vanity in front of the door. He even went as far as to set the armchair on top of it.

“Can we just wait it out?” Your teeth clattered together as Rick tossed you a towel from the closet. You ruffled it in your hair and watched Daryl.

He was standing in front of the only window in the room, his arms crossed and his thumbnail between his teeth.

“Yeah, should ease up soon.” Rick sat on the bed opposite from you, drying his arms and hair with his own towel.

“Naw.” Daryl muttered. He finally turned away from the window and began drying himself. “Gonna be a few hours, at least.”

You furrowed your brows, looking down in your lap. This was quite the predicament. Stuck in a bedroom with two men, one you barely knew and were pretty sure hated you.

The other… Well, you weren't sure what Rick was to you.

Daryl wasn't right, but he wasn't wrong either. The storm did continue for a few hours, but it also didn't show any signs of stopping.

You glanced down at your watch and felt your heart drop. It was seven pm, and the sun would be setting very soon. Not that you could see much outside anyways, the clouds were thick and covered a majority of the sky.

Your voice broke the long streak of silence.

“Are we gonna have to stay here tonight?”

Rick and Daryl had known the answer to that question two hours prior. Neither of them wanted to be the ones to say it, but their lack of direct answers filled you in enough. Rick looked down at his revolver and Daryl continued staring out the window.

“Fuck.” You groaned, sitting back down on the bed. “I promised Maggie we'd watch season two of True Blood tonight.”

“That dog fucker show?” Daryl muttered around his cigarette. He was leaning against the wall next to the window, legs crossed at the ankles, cleaning under his nails with the blade of his knife.

“No Daryl, there's no dog fucking.” You sighed and he just mumbled in response, not looking up from his fingers.

Rick had made himself busy trying to prepare the room for the night.

He'd found a few hurricane lanterns and set two up on the bedside tables, and began anxiously ‘cleaning’. The room only had the bed, dresser, and bedside tables, so there wasn't much he could do besides look in the same drawers over and over.

At some point he went into the small bathroom and shut the door. He stayed there for a couple minutes, doing god knows what.

There were a few clothing items left by the previous owners. Daryl and Rick got some raggedy sweatpants, shirts full of holes that were a little too small for them. You were stuck with a massive piss yellow sweater and the ugliest pair of basketball shorts.

Anything was better than your soaking rags.

The storm had eased up a bit, but that didn't do much in terms of easing your boredom. The sun had long since set, your watch read ten-thirty, and neither man was very talkative.

“I'll take first watch.” Daryl was the first to speak in a while.

“No. I'll do it.” Rick protested. He'd been cleaning his revolver for the last thirty minutes. “I can't sleep anyway.”

“Yeah, well. Neither can I.”

You'd found a box of random items under the bed and had been looking through them while they bickered. A dead Gameboy, random PlayStation controllers, a few comic books, pieces to Monopoly, and an array of broken crayons. There was a pen and a notepad though, so you started drawing a caricature of Daryl.

Angry eyebrows, a cigarette that was half his height in his frowning mouth, and a speech bubble filled with hash tags for explicatives.

“Hey.” You nudged Rick's knee with your elbow. He sat on the bed above where you were, cross-legged on the floor next to your box of bullshit.

He looked down at the paper you showed him, and for the first time that day you saw his lips twitching up into a smirk. His eyes trailed over the paper and he grabbed it from you, bringing it up closer to his face.

“Is that Daryl?” He questioned, and you nodded, a grin splitting across your face.

“That's good.” Rick nodded, shrugging his mouth. “You got a real talent. Looks just like him.”

Daryl was too bored to hide his interest, so he stood from his spot under the bedroom window and walked over to you. He grabbed the notepad from Rick, and you could see his eyes narrowing as he tried to make out your scribbles in the dim lighting.

“Yeah?” Daryl looked up when he heard the two of you stifling giggles and laughter. “Think that's funny? Gimme that.” He snatched the pen from your hands and flipped the page, sitting down on the dresser and scribbling furiously.

The pad was tossed in your lap a minute later. Your eyes widened on the drawing.

It was obviously you. You had on the same sweater, but it went down to your feet instead of your knees, and you were standing beside a cat. The only problem was, the cat was three times taller than you, and you had the ugliest expression on your face. Your mouth hung open and you were nagging the cat about scratching up the furniture. It was based on a scenario that had happened the day before, with your cat back home, Daisy, who you had caught shredding the living room couch.

“Dude, what am I? Two inches tall?” You laughed, handing the paper to Rick. He covered his mouth to hide the smile, but you saw it through his fingers and stood to give him a shove.

“Right, sorry. Drew ya too big. Hold on.” Daryl came over and drew a new stick figure of you so small that it was the size of a real ant.

“Ooookay, fuck you.”

Daryl dogged the small notepad you'd tossed at his face, and started laughing. Actually laughing. Your smile grew softer as he and Rick began to joke. It had been a while since you'd seen either of them behave in such a lighthearted manner. It made the bare bedroom seem not so cold.

Eventually the curtains were drawn and the lanterns dimmed considerably. You'd claimed the only spot on the bed that wasn't lumpy or sunken, which just so happened to be the middle.

No other reason, promise.

For the sake of his joints, Daryl had given up trying to sit on the hard floor and joined you on the bed, claiming the side closest to the window. He'd made sure to put distance between you, so much so that he was nearly hanging off the edge.

Rick had a little more resolve than the other man and stood by the window for a bit, occasionally peeking out the heavy curtains to see the same amount of darkness as before.

“Thank god you showered this morning.” Rick grunted as he sat down on your left, knocking his boots together before he brought his legs up on the bed.

“Me?” You blurted immediately, already feeling the tiniest but of anxiety, Rick never teased you like that. He saved that for the men.

He gave a toothy grin and shook his head. “No. Him.” He pointed over your body to Daryl, who was smoking his third cigarette of the night. “Carol made him take his monthly shower after he came home covered in coyote blood.”

You giggled, glancing over at Daryl.

“Yeah. Laugh it up.” Daryl took a deep drag.

You kicked off your shoes and sat upright, taking off those god awful shorts while the two men continued to playfully insult each other.

Rick caught himself going quiet when he saw you pulling the shorts down your thighs, his mouth drying at the sight. Daryl quickly shot him a look, dragging his attention away from your now bare legs and back onto him.

You didn't notice a thing, but you wished you had. Maybe you'd have started grinding against him earlier that night.

You were the first to fall asleep, to no one's surprise. There were little things that you loved more in life than sleeping.

Curled up underneath the sheets that you'd checked twenty times for bugs, sleep came quick and easy for you.

The sweater you were wearing had become incredibly uncomfortable so you swapped it for Rick's hole ridden T-shirt, leaving him shirtless. The image of his bare chest and the muscles in his back almost gave you enough adrenaline to stay up the entire night, but Daryl's soft breathing and Rick's body heat beside you tugged you unconscious.

Rick was next to give in, he'd kicked his boots off and climbed under the sheets with you, not before sliding a pillow between your bodies, more for your consideration than his modesty. He didn't give a shit, but he was worried you might.

Daryl was last, and by complete accident. He'd meant to take the first watch but the sounds of rain on the roof, gentle thunder outside, and your soft breathing beside him had him out like a light.

Two hours went by before something woke Rick up. The feeling of pressure against his crotch.

He opened his eyes, blinking a few times in a struggle to see, but the room was too dark to immediately recognize his surroundings.

Once he remembered where he was he relaxed. He closed his eyes again and almost fell back to sleep when he felt it.

A gentle nudge of something soft and plush against him, something that made him well aware of the situation in his sweatpants. He was painfully erect.

His eyes opened again, but the room was no easier to see in. He could still hear the sounds of quiet rain and wind, and the new sound of Daryl's soft snoring.

Then you whimpered.

It was quiet, barely audible, and whiny. You were squirming in your sleep, the pillow between the two of you now between your knees, separating them to prevent the annoying feeling of bone on bone.

Your ass moved back against him again. He pulled his hips back, his dick immediately complaining about the loss of contact with a slight twitch. He clenched his teeth together and closed his eyes, willing himself to fall back asleep.

Think about cold showers. You're taking a cold shower, he thought, taking deep breaths. Cold cold shower. She's in a cold shower--- raw potatoes, grub worms, rotten walker flesh, her flesh, her ass is only a few inches away, snug in those cute boyshort underwear-

Daryl let out a sudden louder snort, startling Rick out of his thoughts. His eyes snapped open, only closing once he heard the earlier gentle snores return.

Your movements stilled and he was able to sleep once again, not without an iron will mindset.

You weren't sure how long you'd been sleeping when you woke up. You checked your watch, seeing the green glowing hands pointed at the twelve and nine.

It was only twelve forty-five.

You sighed.

The room had grown colder as the night went on, cold air seeping through the thin cracks in the walls and floorboards.

As a result of said colder temperature, Daryl had moved closer to you, be that in his sleep or on purpose, you didn't know. All you knew was he was there on your right side, his bicep warm and pressed against your upper chest.

Rick had also moved closer. So close, in fact, that his hand was on your waist, resting there like it was the most natural thing in the world to do. Your heart sped up when you realized this, and when he pulled you closer in his sleep you almost gasped.

He was hard.

Like, really hard.

You could feel it behind his sweatpants pressed right into your ass. His breathing was slow and deep, letting you know that he was definitely asleep, not that the knowledge did much to stop the arousal filling your chest.

You couldn't stop the whimper that sounded deep in your throat. Daryl's snoring covered it, or you thought it did. Rick stirred behind you and you heard the sound of him sniffing sleepily.

He had to be awake, you were sure of it. His breathing had become quiet, much different than the sounds of someone who was deep in sleep. He made no move to pull his hand away from your hip, confusing you even further.

Maybe he wasn't awake.

A lightbulb went off. You wiggled your hips, very slightly, only a few millimeters side to side. It was enough to gain a reaction from him, which let you know that he was definitely awake.

Rick's grip tightened on your hip.

Then he pushed into you.

There was nothing you could've done to prepare yourself for that kind of response. You sucked in a breath and felt your pussy throb. It was such a faint and quick movement, but you could vividly feel the shape of his dick pressing against your ass.

You heard movement behind you, the sound of his stubble scraping across his pillow as he moved his lips to your ear, speaking barely above a whisper.

“Stay still.”

Your eyes flicked to Daryls face.

You could barely see the outline of his head illuminated in moonlight thanks to the parting clouds. His nose pointed up at the ceiling, his lips parted as he breathed.

A wave of heat traveled through your body, starting in your chest and shooting down to your core. You felt that flipping sensation in your lower stomach and you whimpered again, rubbing your thighs together.

Rick inhaled deeply through his nose at the action. His hand shifted upwards, moving over your hip and splaying over the curve of your waist. He could feel you pressed against him, even if you weren't moving, and it made him groan faintly.

The sound of him groaning sent another spark through your core. You couldn't help it, you arched your back just enough to feel friction. You were too weak willed.

“Sweetheart.” He breathed, his forehead resting against the back of your hair to try and steady himself. “You gotta stop, please.”

He hated how desperate and wrecked the whispered words came from his lips. Hated how his dick was aching in his boxer briefs.

Hated how he was just as weak willed as you, his hips moving forward in a way that betrayed his words and stomped them in the mud.

You couldn't understand why you were so unbearably aroused. You weren't a teenager going through puberty. You've had partners.

Sure, you had a little admiration-fueled crush on the two men, but the way your body was behaving was animalistic. Your heart felt like it was going to burst through your chest and your pussy was soaked.

If only you had your vibrator that was back in Alexandria, you'd orgasm in five seconds, you knew that for a fucking fact.

Daryl muttered a nonsensical sentence in his sleep, his head lolling over in the direction of the window. His right arm rose to lay over his chest, and his left leg spread out in your direction.

His knee bumped against the top of your thighs, almost slipping between them.

You could've screamed.

You tried to stay still, really, you did. But the feeling of Rick pushing against you again, Daryl's knee nudging between your thighs, it was impossible. You moved your hips, intending on just pushing back against Rick but your action also succeeded in grinding down right on Daryl's knee.

Rick could feel resistance in your movement but his mind couldn't focus on anything but the feel of your plush ass pressing against his dick.

His blood ran cold at the sound of Daryl mumbling in his sleep again. He held his breath, waiting with baited breath to see if he'd stir awake.

Relief flooded his body after a moment of silence, and he pressed his face back into your hair. There was still a faint smell of shampoo or conditioner despite the earlier rain. The feminine smell made his dick twitch and he flexed his jaw.

You were caught between excitement and horror. Daryl's knee was wedged right between your thighs, and occasionally it would jerk up against you. Each time it would make you fight away a gasp, and make your clit throb.

Daryl was definitely asleep, right? If he woke up he'd roll over on his side, right? There was no way he was awake, pushing his knee right up against your pussy, right?

You reached down to grab Rick's hand, which was still resting against your waist, gripping onto his fingers for support. His fingers curled around your own and sent butterflies in your stomach at the feeling of comfort.

He hated himself for all of it, but in the moment, he felt like he didn't care. His hips rocked against yours, once, twice, the need to get relief clouding all judgment he was capable of having.

You couldn't help yourself either. Your eyes fluttered shut and you rolled your hips, soft and slow, against Rick's bulge and Daryl's knee. You'd tried several times to push it away, wiggle back further into Rick, but it was like there was a goddamn super magnet attached to your clit and his knee cap.

You bit down hard against your lip, trying to keep your voice from escaping. Everything felt so good, Rick dry humping his heart out, your clit buzzing, it all felt so overwhelmingly amazing that you hadn't even noticed Daryl's snoring was no longer present.

In the end, it wasn't enough, Rick was being too cautious. You needed more, just a little bit. You pushed back hard against him and heard his breath hitch in his throat. His hand gripped yours so tight it almost hurt, and he leaned into your ear.

“Movin’ too much. Stop.”

You squeezed your eyes shut. You shook your head, your lip trembling between your teeth.

“Can't.” You breathed. You physically couldn't stop, you knew that and Rick knew that. You were both so close to relief, you'd already gotten this far, there was no point in stopping now. No going back.

Rick swallowed hard as he felt his resolve break at the way you and your body pleaded. It was all he needed. His hips moved a bit faster, a bit rougher. His hand left yours and grabbed the string of his sweatpants, fingertips pinching the ends, hesitating only for a second before he pulled.

Time seemed to literally freeze when you felt him digging his cock out behind you. Your heart stopped, your breathing stopped, and so did the grinding of your pelvis. You couldn't think. It was suddenly all too very real.

You didn't expect Rick to do something like this. The dry humping, sure. He was horny and it wasn't really that big of a deal. But this? Tugging down your underwear? Spitting on his hand and stroking his dick to get it wet for you? It felt like a dream and way too terrifying at the same time.

“Sweetheart…” His hot breath against your ear snapped you back to reality. “You… you gotta be quiet, okay? Promise?”

You'd never nodded so quickly and eagerly in your life. Your heart felt like it was literally up in your throat. The tight knot in your core became more and more taut, and it trembled when you felt the hot tip of his wet dick bump between your folds.

Rick nearly came when he felt how wet you were. It was mind blowing, you were fucking soaked. The hot lube was covering your pussy and trailing down the side of your ass, reaching his hip bone.

You inhaled deeply when you felt him start to push in. You'd think with how wet you were it would be easy, but your muscles were wound tight due to the nearly paralyzing fear of possibly waking Daryl.

There was a bit of self disgust when you felt the weight of reality sinking in. The absolute pathetic degeneracy of what you were doing with Daryl right next to you.

That self disgust faded when Rick pushed into you.

Rick swallowed a groan as his cock dug up into you, your walls hot and soft and squeezing the life out of him. He could feel how nervous you were so he slipped an arm over your side, his hand reaching for your own again.

You moaned.

His hand broke from your grip and clamped over your mouth. Neither of you moved for a solid minute.

It was the longest minute in history. You could feel his dick twitching inside of you, your clit throbbing so hard you thought it was going to have its own little heart attack.

Your thighs absentmindedly squeezed against Daryl's knee, and you were sure you'd start crying.

Finally, Rick began moving. His breathing was growing heavy behind your head, his face burying back into the mess of hair in front of him.

His movements were slow at first. Tantalizingly slow. He waited until he was sure you could stay quiet before picking up the pace.

Your eyes had adjusted a fair amount in the darkness. You looked up to Daryl, finding comfort when you saw his eyes were still closed, but he'd stopped snoring long ago.

You dismissed it and grabbed onto the wrist of the hand covering your mouth, gripping tight for support.

Your right hand slipped under the sheets to rest on your thigh, but instead landed on Daryl's lower thigh. He must've been a very heavy sleeper, because he didn't react to it beyond the muscles tensing under your palm.

The sound that escaped Rick's lips had your eyes rolling back into your head. A trembling whimper. His movements grew quicker and deeper, his dick dragging your walls against him, pulling out every drop of arousal he could and thrusting it back in.

Your mind spun as all thoughts left your brain. There was nothing going on up there anymore, just dark blackness, the feeling of Rick fucking you taking over your conscious body.

His hand grabbed yours, the one on Daryl's knee, and pulled it away from you, to the right.

When your fingers brushed up against something warm and soft, you didn't question it. You didn't even question his fingers moving yours to wrap around his dick.

Your eyes shot open.

Rick's dick was still inside you. His right hand was still on your mouth, his left on the small of your back.

Daryl's eyes were open, and looking right into yours.

You went to jerk your hand away out of reflex, but his grip was tight, forcing your fingers to stay wrapped around his thick cock. Your eyes flew over him, fighting to understand what was happening, when had he woken up? Just then? Or was he awake when he pushed his knee between your thighs?

The orgasm that came out of nowhere pushed all those questions aside.

You moaned against Rick's hand as you came, no longer trying to be quiet, no longer trying to keep your hips still. Your thighs clamped down on Daryl's knee, grinding rough and quick.

Much to Rick's absolute heart-stopping horror.

He tried to muffle your moans, forcing his hand down painfully hard on your mouth, but it did little. He bared his teeth near your ear and hissed for you to stop, the sound sharp and jarring as it came through his clenched teeth, but then his eyes landed on the scene over your body.

Daryl using your hand to stroke his dick. Daryl with his other arm bent behind his head, his face tilted to the side to watch your expressions with parted lips.

It took Rick a few seconds to recover from the near heart attack. He almost lost his boner from the heart dropping adrenaline, but your wet walls spasming around him coaxed his hips forward.

Now that you didn't need to be quiet you pulled Rick's hand off your mouth and gasped down a lungful of air. Your mouth was hot and dry, and it was hard to swallow.

You couldn't take your eyes off Daryl, his eyes, the eyes that hadn't left your face since he woke up.

God, he was unbelievably sexy. The way he was so responsive to your touch led you to believe your hand might possibly be the first hand to touch his dick other than his own.

He grunted softly, his eyes finally falling shut after you gently squeezed the base of his dick. You'd be content to get him off with one hand like you had been for the past few minutes, but you couldn't resist the urge to give him his first hand job and blowjob.

“Up.” You panted. You curled your finger at Daryl, pointing up. He happily obliged and sat upright, scooting up towards the headboard until his lap was right in front of your face.

He seemed absolutely thrilled, ecstatic even. His once heavy eyes were now wide open, watching every move you made as you shifted your upper half so your mouth could reach his dick.

Rick was still thrusting with hesitation when you moved. He watched you lick broad stripes on the underside of Daryl's dick, and he couldn't help but glance at his face to see his reaction.

Mouth hanging open, eyes clenched tightly shut, his expression almost looked pained. His hands had found their way to your hair, gripping two handfuls as he began trying to move your head for you.

You slapped his hands away and grabbed his wrists, an action that had his eyes opening and looking down at you.

“Don't.” Your hot breath tickled the sensitive skin of his tip. He pinched both his lips shut between his teeth, nodding quickly, a shaky closed-lip moan rattling in his throat.

Rick finally got ahold of himself and grabbed your hips to turn your lower half on your stomach. He kept his dick inside you as he slid on top of you, his knees spreading to rest on either side of your thighs.

You were taking Daryl's head past your lips when Rick suddenly fucked you like he'd been wanting to the entire time. Both his hands rested on the small of your back, pushing your hips down into the mattress with all his weight to keep them firmly in place.

You gasped around Daryl at the feeling of Rick pounding into you from above. It was a comically drastic change from only five minutes before when he thought Daryl was asleep.

Daryl's wrists flexed in your hands where you had them pressed against his lower stomach. You knew he was only keeping them there in your grasp because he allowed it, and not because you were somehow strong enough to keep even a single wrist of his in your fist, let alone two.

It took a lot of effort on Rick's part to actually finish. Having Daryl in the room when you fucked was one thing, but having him making all that noise just from your mouth was another.

He was honestly more surprised that Daryl actually enjoyed sex acts than the fact he was engaging in them with him in the room. With no one other than you, a girl he almost never saw him interact with.

Rick had assumed Daryl simply wasn't interested. Incorrectly assumed.

Either way, having Daryl only a few feet away from him while he had his dick inside you was something he wasn't sure he enjoyed. But the way you clenched around him every time he pulled back was enough to make him forget about it.

Daryl was struggling to keep himself together. He had no point of reference, but he thought you were incredibly talented at giving head. You were giving it your all, sucking and licking like your life depended on it. It was impressive how well you were managing to concentrate on blowing him with Rick making such a mess of your pussy.

You couldn't be happier. You knew there were so many women back in Alexandria that would kill to be in your position, lying in front of the Daryl Dixon, lying under the Rick Grimes, both of their dicks inside you.

“Wa-wait.” Daryl suddenly sputtered and ripped his wrists from your hands to cup the sides of your face, giving a few gentle slaps with the tips of his fingers.

You looked up, not taking your mouth off of him. His expression made your pussy clench around Rick and he groaned behind you, the sound raw and deep. He shifted his hips and ground down against you, quick and rough, his tip jabbing deep inside you.

The ragged moan you let out reverberated through Daryl, and the hand you had around his base gave a trembling squeeze.

“M’boutta, Jesus! Hey, oh, godfuckindamnit-” Daryl's jaw dropped and his eyes rolled back, his head tipping backwards as he made that same pained expression and came down your throat.

Your hips were roughly jerked up from the bed, shoving you back on Rick's dick, and then his hands slipped under your armpits to pull up your top half.

It was hard to stay upright, but thankfully Rick was generous enough to provide you the luxury of his hands tight against your tits, keeping your back flush against his chest.

Oh, it was a goddamn shame Daryl had just come. The sight in front of him was something he knew millions would pay- no, kill- to see. You looked breathtaking. Rick had taken your shirt off some time ago, leaving you completely bare as you kneeled in front of Daryl.

He forgot to breathe as he watched your face, slack in pleasure. You were struggling to keep your eyes open and on him, something that made his softening cock twitch. All that struggling just to look at someone like him? The hell did he deserve to have someone like you looking at him like that?

Rick deserved praise for the way he supported your weight with just his hands, keeping your entire upper half pressed against his chest while he fucked you in desperate effort to finally get off. His dick felt raw from how long he'd been at it, his balls throbbing from the delayed orgasm, it was a wonder he was able to keep himself upright, let alone you.

“Daryl.” The way you whimpered his name made his cock jump back to life, and he pushed himself up on his elbows to look up at you, eager to obey whatever it was you were about to ask.

“Yeah?” He rasped as he stared up at you.

You'd placed your hands over Rick's and moved his fingers over your nipples, which he was pinching and rolling, something he understood without you even needing to ask.

“Touch me, please.”

You didn't need to ask twice. Daryl inched down the bed and kept himself propped up on one elbow, his other arm sliding over his chest to reach your clit.

Rick decided at that moment he definitely didn't like threesomes. Feeling you twist and hearing you moan due to Daryl's thumb rubbing against you made his chest and face hot, a childish reaction considering you and Rick were not a thing, and certainly not an exclusive thing.

He just wasn't good at sharing.

The silly jealousy led to him putting his all into pleasing you. His thrusts became slower but deeper, more forceful, knocking out a gravely groan from your throat with each one. His hands left your breasts to tangle in your hair, pulling it up into a makeshift ponytail with his fist being the hair tie.

Your skin buzzed when he pressed his face into your neck to plant sloppy kisses. He bit down and you whined, arching your back against him and tilting your head to the side to provide him better access.

Unlike Rick, Daryl didn't have a care in the world. His mind was completely blank as he stared up at you above him, oblivious to the way his thumb cramped from the constant circles he rubbed into you.

“C'mere.” You breathed, wrapping your fingers in Daryl's hair to urge him up and guide his mouth to your nipples.

Daryl's eagerness to please was one of the hottest things you'd ever witnessed. He took your right nipple in his mouth and went to town like his life depended on it.

He flexed his tongue, digging the firm and wet muscle around your bud, circling it the same way his thumb now circled your clit.

Your orgasm came screeching out of nowhere.

You cried out and gripped Daryl's head tighter, pulling his mouth firm against your breast as you came.

The feeling of your walls squeezing the life out of his cock finally brought about Rick's own climax.

He wrapped his fist around the hair bundled in his grasp and tugged your head to the side, baring your neck to his itching teeth, and clamped down as he gave a rough thrust.

You'd failed to notice that at some point Daryl had grown hard again, only noticing when he let out a ragged moan into your wet chest.

Your bleary eyes found him and caught sight of his hand quickly jerking himself. There was the flash of thick cum spurting out, long ropes coating the inside of your thighs.

“Fuck.” You slurred. Now that was the new hottest thing you'd ever seen.

Rick's teeth released their grip on your neck. He pulled back and let his head droop back as he caught his breath, his shoulders heaving with deep and ragged pants. He became aware of how uncomfortably sweaty he was. His chest and back felt soaked, and he dropped your hair to pull away from you.

You heard Rick plop down on the bed behind you, the springs creaking from his sudden weight dropping on it all at once. You were too busy admiring Daryl to pay attention to it.

There was a lazy smile on your face, your eyes half lidded and glued to his face. Even though the room was dark you were sure you could see how red his cheeks were. His lips were glossy and parted as he took in deep breaths, still wet from drooling all over your tits.

He could barely keep his eyes open, and with the way you had one hand cupping his face, the other brushing back his sweaty hair, he wasn't sure he wanted to. The sweet way you were looking down at him was just too hard to look away from.

The next morning wasn't as awkward as one would think, even though it was obvious Rick was having some internal battle on the ethics of what he'd done the night before. He'd never been in a situation where he knew he really shouldn't be doing something like that, so his lack of restraint was new knowledge he'd have to ponder over.

Daryl couldn't give any less of a fuck, that morning he gave you the whole princess treatment. Grabbing your now dry clothes, your bag, your shoes, and bringing them to you. Offered you the last of his water and opened every door you came across for you. He didn't say much at all, much like Rick, but his mood was clearly the exact opposite.

It was so sweet it made your heart ache.

“Hey.” Rick pulled you aside after you finally got back home, shooting Daryl a look to give the two of you privacy.

“Hi.” You smiled. The stern look on his face was cute.

“What we did-”

“Don't.” You stopped him, giving the man a tired smile. “It was the sexiest thing I've ever done and I'm fine with it being a one time thing, but don't ruin it and tell me it was wrong.”

“I wasn't going to say that.” His gaze had softened, but he still looked down at you with his hands on his hips like a disappointed authority figure. “I just don't want you to think it's okay to bring up if we're all alone again.”

“I'm not stupid.” You snorted, adjusting your bag on your shoulder. “Won't bring it up again.”

He sighed in frustration, trying not to roll his eyes but failing. “No, it ain't that either. Let's just- next time,” your eyes widened, “not be as spontaneous.”

You grinned. “Alright. You got it.”

Daryl was nowhere near as reserved about the experience. You could understand Rick's point of view, conservative family man, that was probably the most extreme thing he'd ever done in bed. But Daryl, oh, you'd just changed his fucking world.

“Pst.”

You stopped in front of the bathroom to see Daryl nodding you over, lighting a cigarette as he stood near the door to his room.

“Hi.” You smiled after approaching him.

“You okay?”

You beamed at the question, shifting your pile of clothes in your arms. “Yeah, I'm okay. Are you?”

He nodded as he took the first pull, turning his head to blow the smoke away from your face. “Is, uh…” He nodded his head to the front door, where Rick still stood on the porch talking to a few people. “He alright?”

“He's fine.”

“Alright. Good.” He shifted awkwardly. He cleared his throat, looking down at the cherry on his cigarette before bringing it back up to his lips. “That somethin' you wanna do again?”

You pursed your lips in an attempt to hide the ecstatic smile that threatened to embarrass you, and nodded.

He let out a breath that sounded like a laugh of relief and disbelief. There were a few seconds of silence, his eyes darting between his cigarette and your face. “With me?”

“Of course. Maybe next time just you.” You turned to head back to the bathroom but quickly turned on your heel and walked back to him. “Daryl? When did you,” you struggled to get the words out, ironic considering how bold youd been the night before, “you know, wake up?”

“Oh.” He grunted, his ears burning. “Dunno. While before.”

You felt a mix of embarrassment and relief. So he had pushed his knee between your legs on purpose. The thought had your stomach flipping and your face getting warm, so you gave a quick and polite smile before running off to the bathroom.

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I’m so inspired to write something with a charmed uno card game where it’s stuff like this, either truths or dare or draw cards with the marauders….

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I’ve said this before and I’ll say it again, Remus is so A Fever You Can’t Sweat Out coded.

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remus x potter!reader

Summertime at the Potter's

warnings: smut

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Remus had become something of your best friend. Somewhere between your brother’s disappointment over your decision not to join the Quidditch team and his tendency to scare off any boy who even looked at you, you found yourself in a private bookclub with his best friend. Sure, you had friends at Hogwarts, but your roommates didn't share the same affinity for music and the arts. Sirius and Remus were into it, but Sirius was always too busy defending James from bludgers, and James… well, he was too busy ignoring you for choosing books over Quidditch. So when summer rolled around, James had all but kicked you out of their home Quidditch Cup, instead recruiting Peter to take your place when needed.

"Something wrong?" Remus asked, placing his book down across his chest. The sun danced through the leaves above him and speckled him with shadows.

"Nah, just thinking," you responded, shutting your own book. It was a hot afternoon, and while the other boys flew in circles above the sprawling hills of the Potter estate, you and Remus sat in the shade reading as you always did. On occasion, you would sprawl out in the grass when Lily came to visit and tan, but Remus had a certain aversion to the sun. However, if you decided to do something, he would often follow. "Do you want to go swim down by the river? It's bloody hot."

Remus groaned and dropped his head to the back of the Adirondack chair, closing his eyes as a warm breeze blew his hair. You chuckled and stood up, starting back to the house to change. You heard him grumble a bit as he followed behind you.

"Y'know, if you're hot, we could always just sit inside," Remus offered, jogging a bit to catch up to you. You rolled you eyes and gave him a side smile.

"You would rather just sit inside than go to the river?" You asked with raised brows, chuckling slightly when he sucked in through teeth and gave you a nod. You half groaned and laughed as you walked up the wooden steps onto the back porch of your house. "Alright, fine. Let's go upstairs then. I bought some new records last week."

Remus had been in your room before. A few times actually. When you were little and they used to play pranks on you. When you were sick and Euphemia made him bring you lunch. And now this summer, when it seemed to be the best hang out spot in the house. He liked the view it had of the backyard, and the collection of books and journals that were stacked on the white bookshelf pressed against your wall. He watched as you kicked you shoes off, put a record on, then promptly flung yourself onto your bed with your book. You didn't open it though, just stared up at the ceiling with the same contemplative look you wore earlier.

"Is everything alright, Y/N?" Remus asked, keeping his eyes on the bookshelf as he fingered through the collection. Neither of you were fond of eye contact while bearing your souls. You sighed heavily and shifted in the bed.

"James is just bothering me. He's been such a dick, y'know?" You sounded disappointed. Remus understood. James had wanted to spend every waking minute with you on the team, and when you told him you weren't trying out, it broke his heart.

"He's just upset. He'll get over it soon," Remus offered, pulling out a copy of The Great Gatsby.

"Hey, don't-" your voice cut as a photograph fell out from the pages. Fabian Prewett <3 was scribbled across the bottom. Remus tried his best to hide his smirk but failed. He picked up the photograph and shot a glance your way as if to say, really? You sat up in the bed with a monstrous blush spreading across your cheeks.

"I didn't realize you had a thing for Fabian," Remus chuckled, holding the photo between his fingers as he walked towards you.

"I don't," you huffed, sitting up onto your knees to snatch it out from his grasp. He chuckled as you tossed the photo the across the room.

"Oh? So you just happen to have his photograph with a little heart-" his word died with laughter as you slapped his arm before falling back onto the bed and rubbing your hands over your face.

"I don't anymore," you growled, shooting him a death glare. Remus' smile hadn't faded as he took a seat next to you. He'd be lying if he said it didn't bother him to know that you harbored romantic feelings towards someone. To be honest, he'd never even seen you talk to another guy that wasn't your brother or his friends.

"What happened?" Remus prodded, despite your furious blush and glare.

"What do you think happened," you grumbled, staring back up at the ceiling.

"I dunno, what?" Remus spoke, keeping his eyes on you. You rolled yours in annoyance.

"James. Duh," you narrowed your eyes at Remus. Was he really that daft? He looked at you cluelessly. You turned your gaze back to the ceiling. "The worst part is, I genuinely think he would've gone for me. If not for, y'know..."

"Yeah, I don't doubt it," Remus said without hesitation, a blush almost creeping beneath his cheeks from how quickly he'd agreed. You whipped you head to him with a glint in your eyes.

"Really? You think so?" You smiled satisfyingly at him, like a kid waiting for their parents to say good job! Remus chuckled to himself.

"I mean, c'mon, Y/N. Are you kidding? You're one of the most gorgeous girls in the whole school." You blushed profusely as you stared at him speechless. Now that Remus was thinking about it, James was most certainly the reason why he never saw you with any guys. Why you never had any boyfriends or went out on dates. Who wouldn't want to be with you?

“Are you messing with me, Rem?” you whined, smile cracking as if ready to get the joke. Remus huffed out a laugh, suddenly aware of how completely unaware you were at your own beauty and reputation at Hogwarts. No wonder James was so protective.

“Y/N, do I ever mess with you?” Your smile turned more into confusion as you huffed out a breath and turned back to the ceiling.

“I guess not,” you mumbled, staring quizzically into nothing. Remus chewed on his lip, becoming conscious of his position above you as your head rested softly on the pillow. The warm summer breeze seeped through the cracked window along with the sounds from the vinyl.

“Well now I just feel bad for Fabian Prewett,” he joked, breaking the silence. “He didn’t know what he was missing out on.” You scoffed out a laugh and rolled your eyes, lulling your head to face Remus.

“Shut up,” you muttered, lightly slapping his arm again but with no real force. Remus couldn’t stop the half smile that formed on his lips from your actions, effortlessly endearing.

“Im being serious,” he said quietly, but his boldness made your eyes flicker up to his.

“Serious about what?” You asked nervously, sitting up. You couldn’t stay laid out on the bed with Remus’ gaze burning through you.

“You being beautiful,” he said without missing a beat, his eyes flickering to your lips for all but half a second. You stared at him with the words caught in your mouth. He had snapped out of whatever trance he was in as he huffed out a laugh and ran his hands roughly through his hair. The two of you were sitting unusually close now. You didn’t want him to laugh and go away. In fact, it struck you that this might be your one chance to be with a cute boy without your brother getting in the way. And while you were no expert in sex, you were pretty sure that the tension hanging between you and your brothers best friend right now was anything but friendly.

“So, what do you usually do with girls you think are beautiful?” You asked breathlessly, your eyes falling anywhere besides his eyes. This just so happened to be his lips.

“Y/N,” he warned, causing your gaze to flicker back up to his. He cursed under his breath at the way you looked right now. “You’re going to get me in trouble.”

“You started it,” you teased, your smile matching his.

“That’s true,” he chuckled quietly. There was no need to speak any louder with how close the two of you were, inching nearer with every breath.

“Well, go on then. Finish what you started.”

Remus couldn’t wait another second as he pressed his lips into yours, moving himself further onto the bed to properly kiss you. Your head spun as his hand found your hip, pulling you into him as his lips danced softly against your own. You’d imagined this once or twice before, but never really allowed yourself to indulge too much in the fantasy of Remus touching you. But this- this was so much better than anything you could’ve possibly imagined. Your throat let out an involuntary whine as Remus settled you onto your back in one swift motion, grunting into your mouth with a heavy breath. Your fingers grasped at the light fabric of his shirt, moving you hands to the back of his neck and pulling him down to kiss you harder. You were both making lude noises as your hips pressed against one another, mouths moving in an insatiable frenzy. It was one of those kisses that made you pant and grasp at anything you could, like you were dying of thirst. A holler in the distance broke the hypnotic tempo and made Remus pull his head up from you. He glanced out the window for a second, but once he realized James was in fact not hovering outside it on his broomstick, he turned his attention back to you, lips red and swollen under his gaze. He brushed the hair out of your face.

“Fuck, Y/N,” he cursed, hovering over you still with a breathless smile. You couldn’t help but let out a soft chuckle, as you too caught your breath.

“Just shut the window,” you said, the two of you chuckling at the noises of quidditch in the distance.

“Right,” Remus replied, scrambling to his feet to close the pane while adjusting his shorts. You sat up on your elbows and watched a lopsided smile form as he came back over you on the bed. “Much better.”

The kiss this time was gentle. Your lips melted against his like ice cream in the sun, the soft tickle of his breathe soothing the blush on your cheeks. He shifted his body to rest into yours, his hand supporting the crevice of your neck as he buried his mouth deeper into yours, pulling a gentle sigh from your lips. It felt natural, easy in a way you’d rarely experienced before. Most boys were too caught up in your title as “James’ little sister” to actually give you what you wanted. It was funny though, how Remus had more reason than anyone to be concerned by this fact, and yet he hardly seemed to care.

“O-oh,” you stuttered as his hand moved from your hip to your inner thigh.

“Is this okay?” He panted, pulling away to look at you. You could hardly form words so you just grabbed the back of his head and brought his lips back down to yours with a muffle mm-hmm. His hand grasped gently at you upper thigh, his thumb rubbing circles into the tender insides of your legs. You squirmed under his touch and he smiled into the kiss knowingly. You grasped the bicep of his supporting arm as his thumb swept circles closer and closer to your core, sometimes running his entire hand up and down your leg in generous sweeps. It felt good. So good. It felt even better when he moved his hand to cup your heat, pressing gently down onto your clit, pulling a frantic gasp from your lungs.

“That feel good?” He teased as he continued to press into the front of your shorts, rocking his palm back and forth tenderly. You hadn’t realized your eyes were clamped shut until you opened them to see Remus watching you, lips parted and eyes dark.

“Y-yeah,” you stuttered again, not sure what else you could say in this moment. You let your head fall back onto the pillow as your body shuddered with pleasure. Remus hummed and dipped his head into your neck, leaving wet kisses from your jaw to your collar bone. His fingers slipped their way under the fabric of your panties, then dipped down into your soaking core. You were almost embarrassed by how aroused you were, but the sensation of Remus practically growling into your neck while glossing the wetness over your clit all but killed you.

“Let me take these off.”

It prompted a sudden shed of layers, with Remus yanking his shirt over his head first before helping you with yours. Remus worked in two ways, either completely frenzied like the way he almost tore the fabric of his shirt, or frustratingly tender in the way he peppered kisses across your chest as he leisurely slipped your tank top off your shoulders. His hands were rough and yet the delicacy of their touch on your cool skin made you shiver. His birds nest colored hair tickled your ears as he kissed further down, his hands outlining your breasts before falling to your hips, sweeping your shorts down your legs. His eyes ran up your body with a serious gaze, memorizing your curves and the freckles that lay in places unseen by others.

“You’re beautiful,” he whispered, coming back to kiss you. You just sighed and let his hand wander back between your legs, this time with no barrier between his fingers and your core. He dipped his fingers down once again, running them across your entrance then over you sensitive clit, rubbing gently in circles. Your hips rocked with his movements, his heavy breaths matching the sounds of your whines. Every once and a while the two of you would break your kiss and he’d watch as you bit your lip and threw your head back into the pillow, his fingers dipping inside of you to feel you clenched around him. Remus watched you and imagined what it would feel like to push himself inside of you, what your face would look like as he fucked you. He thrust his hips against his hand, pushing another finger in as he did so. The bottom of his palm pressed against your clit as his fingers circled up inside of you, causing a tightening within your stomach.

“F-fuck,” you muttered, your nails digging into his arm. You writhed beneath him, your eyes indulging in the contracting muscles of his abdomen as he thrust gently against you. You whined loudly when his teeth came down to bite gently on your earlobe, a sensation you had no idea you’d like so much. You pushed yourself deeper onto his fingers, chasing the high that Remus had begun to form.

The record player clicked and the music stopped, a last noise of mechanical whirring before the sound of your wetness took over the room. Remus was sucking generously on your neck now, groaning as he continued to rock his hips to the tempo of his fingers. A second tightening of your stomach, this one deeper and longer.

“R-rem,” you whined pathetically, wrapping your arm around his back now and digging your nails into his trap. He hummed in response as he continued to suck on the sweet spot he’d found. The suction only heightened the growing knot in your core as you jutted your hips fervently against his fingers. His thumb came up to swipe your clit and you broke without warning, intense waves of pleasure pulsing through your stomach. You almost cried out his name, but Remus, knowing better, stifled your response with his mouth, groaning into your mouth as he helped you ride out your high.

Your thighs, his hand, and subsequently your sheets were coated in stickiness as Remus rocked his hand for the final few seconds of your orgasm, messy and lacking rhythm. You moaned lightly into his mouth as the kiss become haphazard like the movements of his hand. He pulled away only an inch, just enough for the two of you to catch your breath and realize that you had just orgasmed hard around his fingers. Remus breathed out a chuckle as he let himself relax, watching you follow suit. He smiled into your neck and rolled over with a grunt, pulling you onto his chest. You didn’t know what to say, and so you just buried yourself into his warm skin, sighing contentedly against him. His hand swept in pets across you hair and he leaned down to kiss your head, cueing your body to relax once again.

“Are you alright?” Remus checked in, picking up his head to look at you. You looked up at him with a lazy smile.

“Yes, Remus,” you chuckled, pulling yourself up to kiss him on the lips. He huffed out a laugh and kissed you back, his hands tugging at your hair one last time.

“Good,” he said, his eyes on your lips. “That was good.” You nodded in agreement and kissed him again, this time interrupted by the inevitable smiles forming on your faces.

“We should probably get dressed,” you said in a hushed voice, your forehead pressed against his. He hummed into agreement but neither of you moved for a while. Eventually the stickiness between your legs stirred you to your closet. Remus watched your backside as you pulled up a fresh pair of panties and shorts.

“I’m sorry you didn’t get to swim by the river today,” Remus said, tugging his shirt over his head. “But I have to say, I liked my idea better.” You spun around to see his cheeky smile as he sat dressed on your bed. You chuckled and walked over to him.

“Oh, is that right?” You teased, placing your hands on his shoulders. His hands came to grasp your hips as he looked up at you.

“I’m usually right,” he chimed, patting his hands gently against your ass. You rolled your eyes and shoved his chest.

“Whatever, but just so you know, you owe me a day at the river,” you called, turning to put away your record. Remus hummed and stood up from the bed, reaching down to the floor to pick up the lost Polaroid you had thrown earlier.

“I’ll just put him back where he belongs,” Remus mused, waving the picture of Fabian between his fingers. You scoffed as he closed the photo within The Great Gatsby and placed it back on the shelf.

“I’ll put you back where you belong,” you threatened with a finger to his chest, trying to hold in your smile.

“Back between your thighs?” He purred, taking a step closer.

“Remus-” you blushed before getting cut off by a yell from downstairs.

“Y/N? Remus? Where’d you guys go?” James called from the back door. Both your eyes widened as you took a step back from one another and spurred into action towards the door.

“Coming!” You hollered, smoothing your hair down as Remus cleared his throat and adjusted his top. You turned back and threw him a smile, the blush still lingering on your cheeks. Remus chuckled and guided you out the door with his hand.

“Come on, let’s get back downstairs.”

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bedtime routine • Fred Weasley x Reader

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“Hi darling,” Fred hushed, leaning over your form in the covers to give your head a kiss. “Sorry I’m late.”

“Hmph,” you stirred at the feeling of his lips, rotating around in the bed. “Freddie?”

He chuckled and smoothed the hair over your forehead. He watched your eyes squint in the darkness to find his face. Your sleepy gaze made his heart flutter.

“Yes, darling,” he whispered again, planting another kiss on your cheek. “I got caught up at the shop, I just got home.”

You glanced over to the clock which read 11:54. He really had come home late tonight.

“Was everything okay?” You croaked, attempting to prop yourself up on your elbows. Fred chuckled again and gently laid you back down, half sitting on the bed and half leaned over your body.

“Everything is fine,” Fred cooed, stroking the side of your face and gazing lovingly over you. “Just got caught up doing inventory.” You hmphed again and leaned into his hand, your eyes shutting once again.

“Come to bed,” you yawned, placing your hand over his on your cheek.

“Alright,” Fred replied, kissing your forehead out of impulse. “Give me one minute.” He rose from the mattress and you watched as he stripped off his jacket, tossing it onto the ottoman. He opened the armoire and began to undo the buttons of his collard shirt. You stared at his reflection in the mirrored door, watching as his fingers worked down the center to reveal his freckled chest and then his stomach that heaved and flexed with his breath.

“Mmm,” you groaned, rolling over to properly face him as he undressed. He huffed out a laugh and turned his head towards you, smirking as he pulled the shirt off his body.

“Like the view?” He teased, undoing the clasp of his belt.

“Very much so,” you giggled sleepily, pressing your hands together under your cheek. He breathed out another laugh and continued undressing, putting away his clothes as he did into the closet. Once he was in nothing but his briefs, he came over to the bed, throwing himself over you before coming to cuddle you from behind. He pressed a warm kiss to the back of your neck as he moved under the covers, careful not to disturb your position. You couldn’t help but press your hips back into his and sigh into his kisses of adoration.

“I love you so very much, my darling,” he sighed, wrapping his arms fully around you and coddling your back into his chest.

“I love you more,” you sighed, turning your head towards kiss him. He hummed into the kiss.

“Not possible but we’re not having this argument again,” he muttered, giving you another kiss which had you both smiling.

“Goodnight,” you sighed, content with your evening kiss.

“Goodnight, love.”

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Regulus and james being domestic and confusing the fuck out of everyone part 2: James: Shit, I lost my keys. Sirius: That's okay, Prongs. You can crash ours- Regulus, tossing a pair to James: Here. James, catching them: Thanks. Nice key chain. Regulus, humming: Reminds me of someone. James, chuckling: Does it? I wonder who. Regulus: Leave, Potter. James, smiling: Bye guys! I'll text you, Reg. Regulus: Get the fuck out of here. Everyone else: Marlene: So are we gonna talk about that or- Sirius: WHAT THE FUCK-

The photo of the keys:

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Help I’m falling back into my Pjo era

Everyone: Percy you have to respect the Gods

Percy:

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when sirius and james accidentally find out about regulus’ crush on james, sirius makes the mistake of assuming him and james are on the same page and tells him he trusts him to do the right thing (ie let regulus down easy) james misinterprets this as sirius trusting him to never do anything that could hurt regulus and starts planning the wedding