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I loveeeee this
OMG IDEA....
Fwb doctor! Remus- so reader ends up at his work sick and then he ends up being the one to treat them like 'why didn't you tell me' and they're like 'well you're not my boyfriend so I didn't-' and whatever else but basically that prompts them to have the awkward convo that goes from fwb to dating
Thanks!
cw: mention of nausea, allusion to past sex but no sex takes place in this
fwb!doctor!Remus x fem!reader ♡ 1.3k words
“Oh.” Remus falters halfway through the door. You look up from your phone, clearly as surprised to see him as he is to see you. You blink a couple of times as though clearing a film, your lips parting on a breath. Remus wishes his first thought were something more practical, something other than that it’s absurdly attractive. He may be developing a sort of Pavlovian response to you. “Hello.”
“Hi,” you say, as shy as if this is the first time you’ve met. “What are you…” Your eyes move down to his coat, to the clipboard in his hands. “Do you work here?”
“Yeah.” His voice sounds a tad softer than usual, and it’s the strangeness of that—him acting so out of place in an environment where he’s supposed to be an authority—that helps Remus remember himself. He steps the rest of the way into the exam room, closing the door behind him. “I take it you’re not here to see me.”
A tiny smile graces your lips. “I might’ve been, if I’d known.”
“Maybe next time.” Remus sets down his clipboard, opting to get his answers from you instead as he leans against the desk across from you. “What brings you in?”
“I’ve, um…well, it feels weird talking about my problems now that it’s you.”
Remus ignores how that stings. “It doesn’t need to. This is my job; I promise I can take care of you just the same as anyone else. Of course,” he forces himself to tack on, “if you’d be more comfortable with someone else, I can arrange that. You may just have to wait a while longer.”
“That’s okay,” you say. “I’m fine with you. Sorry, it’s just different, you know?”
Remus softens. He does know, to some extent. If he imagines himself going to get a cup of coffee, or boarding an airplane, or calling maintenance to his apartment and then finding out that you work there (He actually has no clue what you do, either, he realizes now. That’ll have to be remedied.), it would probably be a bit of an adjustment for him as well.
“Nothing to be sorry for,” he assures you. “We can go about this however you’re comfortable. Do you want to tell me what’s bothering you?”
“Right, yeah.” You’re playing with your fingers, not quite looking at him. You’re acting shy, in a way Remus had almost forgotten you could be. It’s fucking adorable, honestly. He assumes it’s because of this new environment and the shift in the dynamic between you, but it amuses him to think of you being more self-conscious in clothes than out of them. He wants to tease you, but he has a new role to play, too. “I’ve not been able to eat very much lately?”
Remus feels his brows come down.
“I’ve just been feeling rather nauseous,” you say, picking at your nail. “I thought maybe I was nauseous because I wasn’t eating, but eating didn’t seem to help either, so.”
“How long has this been going on?” he asks.
“A few days. Almost a week.”
You know what he’s going to say. Remus knows you know, because your eyes flicker up to his for just a moment, sheepish.
He was with you two nights ago.
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I’m sorry,” you say, quietly. “I know I should have, but I really didn’t think it was contagious.”
“That’s not what I’m worried about.” Remus feels his body gravitating towards you. Wanting to touch you, hold you, envelop you. He keeps it where it is. “It’s just that we spent all that time together, and you didn’t mention once that you weren’t feeling well.”
“Well, I didn’t know that you did—” you gesture vaguely about the room “—this at the time.”
“Even so.”
You shrug, looking heartachingly unsure of yourself. “I don’t know. I didn’t think it was relevant. It’s not the sort of thing we usually talk about, is it? I mean, you’re not, like…”
Remus can fill in the blanks. It hurts to do it. He’s not your boyfriend. He’s not someone you open up to about the everyday things in life. For fuck’s sake, you haven’t even asked each other what you do for work.
But you are something to each other, aren’t you? Aren’t you at least friends? It’s not like all the time you spend together is taken up by wordless, impersonal, utilitarian sex. Remus tries to spend time with you before or after. At first it was just to make himself feel better about the transactional aspect of your relationship, but it wasn’t long until he was just doing it because he wanted to. He’s bought you coffee, and dinners, and pastries. He’s fixed the squeaky leg on your bed. You’ve sat on the roof of your building together and made up stories for passersby on the sidewalk below. He’s made you eggy toast in his kitchen. Your clothes have been in his dryer, for Christ’s sake; what could be more intimate than that?
“I’m your friend,” he says, because he won’t be leaving any room for argument, not on this. “You can tell me these things. You can tell me anything you like.”
“Oh,” you say softly. You have that same look as when Remus first came in, like you’re seeing him entirely differently. “Okay. I didn’t know.”
He feels his lips twitch. “Well, now you know.”
“Okay,” you say again. Blinking.
Remus puts you out of your misery. “Have you noticed anything else out of the ordinary?”
You start listing symptoms, tentative, unsure. Remus forces himself to stay right where he is and listen rather than step forward to take your temperature, or get your blood pressure, or any of the other things that would help him get to the bottom of this more quickly. He doesn’t usually have to hold himself back, with other patients. It’s just that you…well, while Remus always cares about making things better for his patients as soon as he can, it’s possible that he cares just a little bit more in this case. It’s also possible that there’s still an instinctive part of him just dying to get closer to you. He wants to feel you beneath his hands and know that you’re okay.
“Alright,” he says once you’re done, taking his stethoscope from around his neck, “I need to check a few things to be sure, but I think I know what we’re dealing with.”
“Really?” Your expression glows with relief. A flicker of humor warms your eyes. “How did I know you’d be good at your job?”
Remus hums, pleased beyond reason at your assessment of him. “You’ll need a prescription. You’re my last appointment of the day, so, if you’ll let me, I can take you to pick it up and get you set up at home afterwards.”
“Oh, Remus…” You look up at him as the bell of his stethoscope settles over your heart. He ignores the drumbeat to hear you. “You don’t have to. I know we’re friends now, but that’s too much. You’re not obligated to do those sorts of things for me.”
“I’d like to do those sorts of things for you,” he responds unflinchingly. “It wouldn’t be out of obligation, it’d be because I want to.”
Your heartbeat ratchets up. “I don’t want to feel like a job for you.”
“Sweetheart” —there it is again, that soft tone. Entirely unprofessional— “you could never be a job. I love spending time with you, alright? I’d love to look after you, if you’d be okay with it.”
“I love spending time with you, too,” you murmur, so sweet Remus could kiss you if that wouldn’t truly put him at risk of getting fired. And yet he’s still thinking about it. “Of course you’re welcome to come over if you want to. I just…I don’t know how to…”
It’s clear by now that Remus is a weaker man than he thought himself to be. He gives in, covering your lips with his.
“We’ll figure it out,” he promises you.
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hi lovely! in your fic with reader being loopy, jamie mentioned the time when HE was super loopy and cried the whole way home- and i was just thinking ab if you maybe could write ab this? i can just see him clinging to reader and practically being on her lap and the other boys just laughing at his possessiveness, while still holding his hand bc he'll cry even harder if they let go!!! if not lovie that's okay, ilysm and i hope you have an amazing day/afternoon/night !!! MWAHHH !
I love this! another shortie, I hope you like it! Thanks for requesting! poly!marauders x fem!reader
cw: brief mention of surgery, general loopiness
wc: 447
“Oh goodness. Oh my god! Prongs, please be careful.” Remus sighed, clearly over this situation before it had even really started. James could not seem to care about his boyfriend’s distress less, he seemed more consumed with the lizard scurrying on the pavement.
“Look at him! Look at him, pads. He’s so fast! Hi little guy!” James clambered towards the critter. You all would’ve allowed him his whimsy, if he wasn’t at risk of toppling over and falling flat on his face. His face that had already been cut and stitched up that day.
“Jamie, please be careful, my love. You’re scaring me.” You chuckled lightheartedly. His head whipped around towards you, comedic panic overtaking his features.
“Scared? Why are you scared? I’m so sorry lovey. I’m not scary, I promise.” He began rushing over to you, leaning all his weight on your side. You were grateful for the car door to stabilize yourself.
“I’m not scared of you baby. But get into the car will you?” You consoled him. He obeyed immediately, attempting to pull you in alongside him. You settled into his side, behind Sirius.
“Is everyone buckled in?” Remus turned around from the driver's seat, checking everyone before putting the car into drive.
James began to paw at Sirius’ shoulder. “Pads. Pads.” He whined. “I miss you.”
Sirius chuckled from the front seat. “I’m right here, James.”
“No you’re not.” James protested. “I’m here. You’re over there.”
Sirius sighed endearingly and turned around, grabbing James’ hand. “I’m here. It’s okay.”
Jame huffed. “Where’s Remus?” He looked around the car.
“Remus is right here, love. He’s just driving.” He settled your hand on his bulky shoulder. He looked at you with a tearful expression. “Jamie, it’s okay I promise.”
“But, I want Remus here!” He sniffled.
“I’m here, prongs, I’m right here.” Remus reached behind him to grab his hands as well. “The minute we get home I’m all yours.” To James' dismay, he had to pull his hand away to make a sharp turn.
“Why did you let go?” James tried to pull his hand back.
“He has to drive, love.” You tried not to laugh. You never thought James could get any more expressive in his adulation, but apparently he could. He just cried more.
“It’s not fair!” He moped.
“I know it’s not. We’re almost home.” You soothed.
“I really hate seeing him so upset.” Remus mumbled, sad. You could tell that his inability to be with James at this very moment was getting to him.
“I know. He’s okay though.” Sirius looked at James and squeezed his hand. He turned to look at James in the backseat. “He’s even already asleep.”
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Me sitting in my gfs room in my gfs clothes eating my gfs food and drinking the coffee my gf bought me
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Hallo!! This is my first time sending a request so idk if I'm doing this right, but whatever- I wanted to ask for a TASM Peter Parker x F!reader smut where like, maybe reader is less experienced than Peter (so basically sub!reader) and when they're in the middle of it, Peter realizes reader is just sort of holding her breath and being all nervous and stuff and he calms her down 😌 so basically smut w/ fluff. Feel free to ignore this (also sorry for how long this is 😞)!
You got it exactly right, hunny! Thanks for requesting! xx tasm!Peter Parker x fem!reader
tw: discomfort during sex, slight disassociation, anxiety during sex
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It was at moments like this when you overwhelmingly felt how much you really liked Peter. You had always been aware of that, even before you had considered that he could even begin to like you, but sometimes the sheer weight of your feelings for him sat on your chest and consumed you whole. You liked his eyes, his hair, his smile, his smell. You liked his voice, especially when he was talking about some nerdy science thing you couldn’t understand even if you tried. You liked his clothes. You liked that he was completely unlike any boy you had been with before. In this moment you were thinking about all of those, including some less wholesome things you liked about him.
You liked the way he felt on top of you, crushing you in the best way, the way his breath felt on your neck, the little phrases of encouragement he whispered in your ear. You liked the feeling of his hand on your bare torso, sliding up to the bad of your bra.
“You’re so fucking pretty, baby.” He murmured in your ear. “You feel so good.” He sucked another mark under your ear, making you whimper in pleasure. “You like that?” He asked, tantalizing. He already knew how much you liked it, he was just teasing you at this point.
“Mhm.” You hummed in agreement, arching yourself into him. “Feels so good, Peter.”
“Good,” He said, sounding satisfied with himself. “I want you to feel good, sweetheart.” His hands trailed down your torso to the waistband of your shorts. “Can I take these off, sweet girl?” You nodded fervently in agreement. He helped them down your legs, spreading your thighs to make room for his fingers. You could feel your core twisting in excitement, and he hadn't even really touched you yet.
“Please, Pete.” You tried to keep the whine out of your voice to no avail.
“Yeah? You want me to touch you, baby?” He let his fingered glide against the crotch of your panties, which were quickly dampening thanks to him.
“Yes, please.” You leaned up to kiss him and he met you, licking your lips gently as he pulled your underwear to the side. His deft fingers met your soaked core, lighting your body in a way you had never felt before. “Oh god.” you gasped.
“Yeah? Right there?” He let his fingers explore a little, making tight circles around your nerves. You nodded, leaning into his touch. “Good. Just lay back, baby. Let me take care of you.” He was winding you up fast, making your heart race. It felt so good, it was so much. His fingers glided up and down your heat, beginning to gently probe at your entrance. You tried to relax for him to slip a finger in, as you knew that was what he was about to attempt. Your body didn’t comply, however. The situation was too unfamiliar, and despite all your tries to make yourself relax, it just wasn’t happening. You let him continue, though, hoping your nervous system would get the memo and chill out.
“You still okay, sweet thing?” Peter whispered. You nodded, hoping to just let this moment of anxiety pass by unnoticed by your partner. As his middle finger slipped inside you, your muscles tensed uncomfortably. You could feel your heart racing in a very not good way. Your head clouded with anxiety. The more you tried to force yourself to calm down this worse it got. The more frustrated with yourself you got, the more your body rejected the situation. You held your breath and squeezed your eyes shut. You hated your body and brain for doing this to you, for ruining the moment. What Peter was doing didn’t feel bad, not at all. It was just too much, all of it, and panic was quickly replacing the arousal in your core and-
"Baby. Is everything okay?” You were snapped out of your racing thoughts by Peter’s concerned voice. You opened your eyes to see him looking down at you, concern swimming in his brown irises. You tried to fix your face to look less panicked.
“Yep. Yeah, everything's fine.” You hoped your voice sounded less strained than it felt. “It’s okay, you can keep going.” As his fingers moved again, your breath hitched unpleasantly and all your muscles tightened again.
“Hey.” He withdrew his fingers, letting your underwear fall back into place. You cursed yourself in your head. “We don’t have to continue if you don’t want to, you know that right? You can tell me.” He pulled away from you, you hated that.
“No. I know. Sorry. My body is just being stupid for some reason, I don’t know. You’re fine.” You laughed uncomfortable. Peter’s face stitched in concern.
“Your body is perfect. Why don’t we take a minute. Do you want some water?” He rubbed your side soothingly. You nodded. He handed his water bottle to you. You took it, sheepish.
“Sorry.” You said again. You weren’t sure what for.
“You don’t have to apologize, baby.” Peter caringly scolded. “You don’t have to keep going if you’re uncomfortable.” He looked pointedly at you, scanning your form for any invisible injuries as if he would be able to see them. “Are you hurting anywhere?”
“No. No, I’m okay.” You took a gulp of the water. “I’m good, I promise. You didn’t do anything.” You handed the bottle back to him, pulling the throw blanket around you. You felt exposed suddenly.
“It’s okay if I did. You can tell me. This isn’t about my ego, babe.” He laughed, hoping to lighten the mood.
“You didn’t.” You reiterated. “I just… I don’t know. It felt really good and then I just got overwhelmed, I guess.”
“That’s okay.” Peter moved to lay next to you. “How about we stop for now. Let me hold you?” He opened his arms for you. You folded yourself into them without hesitation.
“Sorry I chickened out.” You laughed uncomfortably.
“Baby.” He chided. “Stop apologizing. It’s fine, I promise. There’s plenty of time to try again if you want to.” He kissed the top of your head, squeezing you against him.
“I would like to.” You said, shy. “I wasn't lying when I said it felt good.” He chuckled underneath you.
“We can try whenever you want, baby.” He said, half sweet, half salacious. You were sure it wouldn’t take long for you to want to again.
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Hi I was wondering if you would continue with the marauders and shy roommate. It would be really cute to see the reader like walk into to the marauders alone time. I thought it would be a cute idea since she’s shy and to she how they react or something like that,
Hi gorgeous! I hope this is what you meant. If not, feel free to re-submit! thank you xx
roommate!marauders x shy!reader
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You could hear laughter through the thin door of your apartment, alerting you to your roommates’ collective presence in your sitting room. You hoped the jingle of your keys in the lock would warn them of your entry. It seemed to have worked, because you were enthusiastically greeted as you walked through the door.
“y/n!” James all but cheered, pausing the program on the television. You just waved, hanging your coat and scarf on the hook. You tried not to stare at his hand on Sirius’ thigh, or the casual way they were all intimately strewn across each other. They had never outright told you of any more-than-platonic relationships between the three boys, but you figured they knew they didn’t have to. It was nowhere near the first time you had seen moments like this. Still, you hated the fact you were likely interrupting an amorous moment between the boys, and you didn’t want to be that annoying roommate who didn’t allow their co-habitants any privacy. You planned to grab something quick from the kitchen and escape to your room, as to not be nuisance to the boys in their own apartment.
Granted, it was your apartment too. But it was theirs first, and you were the obvious tacked-on member of the foursome. Something that despite all their gentle efforts to include you in their activities, you never stopped reminding yourself. You had almost made it to the kitchen without interrupting them further, before Sirius spoke.
“How was work, dolly?” Sirius lifted his head from Remus’ lap to beam at you. You turned just enough to not seem rude but also not make them feel trapped in conversation.
“Oh, it was fine. Just the usual. How was your day?” You politely responded.
“Much better now.” Sirius said, salaciously. You didn’t even allow yourself to consider what he was implying with that comment. Sirius, all three of the boys actually, often said things that made your heart race and your head spin with ideas that were simply not acceptable. You were their roommate, nothing else. You would have to over-estimate your importance to them, so any wandering thoughts of what else your relationships could evolve into were simply not allowed.
You shuffled into the kitchen, quickly returning with a piece of toast and tea. You padded past the gaggle of boys, all teasing and talking cheerfully. It was actually very heartwarming to see the interaction between your roommates. It was very rare to see such shameless affection amongst a group of boys. The only thing you feared more than overstepping was making them feel uncomfortable, like you were judging them, so you sent a polite smile their way, about to bid them goodnight.
“Would you like to join us, dove?” Remus called, just as you reached your door. You froze on the spot.
“Oh, no.” You quickly reformed your statement after realizing how rude it seemed. “Thank you, I mean. But I couldn’t intrude. You’re all already… yeah.” You trailed off, not sure how to express your meaning appropriately.
“Nonsense.” James scooted closer to the two other boys, making a (admittedly small) spot for you on the couch. “You wouldn’t be intruding.”
“It’s fine, I promise.” Remus said warmly. “We wouldn't have offered if we didn’t want you to.”
You found that to be very not true. Remus was too polite for his own good. All the boys were. They were so different to you than any other roommates you had in the past. You felt like you couldn’t go a single day without one of them helping you or being sweet on you. It was suffocating in the best way, but you wouldn’t allow yourself to get used to it.
“Please.” Sirius made an attempt to doe-eye you. When you made another glance at your door he dramatically collapsed back onto Remus. “You wound me dollface. You hate our company that much?” The look of panic on your face must have been intense.
“Christ, don’t guilt her pads.” James scolded. “Only if you want, lovely. If you're tired it’s okay.” James was polite and reassuring, but you could tell he was a little disappointed. Well not you had to accept.
“Okay. If you’re absolutely sure I’m not intruding.” You relented, moving to sit on the narrow gap in the couch.
“Positive.” James said, immediately wrapping an arm around your shoulder, pressing you to his side. He unpaused the show as he settled in next to you. Remus looked inquiringly at your plate.
“Is that your dinner, love?” He asked, concerned.
“Well, yes. I suppose it is.” You glanced at your still uneaten toast and your cooling tea.
“That won’t do. We have some leftovers from dinner, I’ll go heat those up for you.” Remus urged Sirius from his lap and stood up.
“Oh, that’s okay! You don’t have to. I couldn’t take your food.” You tried to reach to stop him, but your hands were full. Remus completely ignored your protests and was already in the kitchen.
“Oh, let him, sweetheart. It’ll make him happy. He likes doting on you.” James squeezed your shoulder reassuringly. “We all do. You should let us more often.” He turned his attention back to the telly before you could even respond.
You didn’t dare let yourself imagine what the implications of that comment could be.
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can we have a part 2 of clingy sirius i’m obsessed
hi hunny! here's just a short lil blurb. I hope you like it! clingy!sirius x shy!reader. uni au
wc: 442
You weren’t sure how comfortable Sirius could be like this, but he didn’t seem to be complaining. He seemed rather content, actually. The only time he expressed any dissatisfaction was when he lost physical contact with you, even though you were just trying to reduce his risk of concussing himself on the library table dangerously close to his head. And it’s not like he hasn’t accidentally injured himself getting and physically close to you as humanly possible. Last week he accidentally burned his hand on the pot handle because he refused to remove his arms from around your waist as you cooked for the two of you. When you scolded him for his lack of self preservation he just rolled his eyes and said ‘small price to pay for loving on my sweet girl.’ At that you had just huffed, flustered and playfully frustrated as you bandaged his hand.
“Siri, you know you don’t *have* to stay here right? I can meet you after I’m done.” You looked down to his form, curled up like a cat on the chair next to you with his head nuzzled into the hinge of your hip. His eyeliner was smudged all over your lounge pants, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care when he was being so shamelessly adoring.
He grumbled in response, melting his torso impossibly closer into your lap. “So you despise my very essence and want me to just bugger off, is that it?” He wails dramatically.
“No! I told you, of course not.” You half floundered and half sighed. You were used to his theatrics by now, despite not going out with him for very long. However, you still wanted to quell any underlying insecurities he was masking with humor. “I’m just saying, it’s getting late. And my lap is not the same as your bed. Just because I’m stuck here doesn’t mean you have to be.” You glanced at the clock, quickly approaching midnight.
“I’m just saying” he jokingly mocked your tone. “I’m not stuck here, baby. I’d rather be with you.” He looked up at you with a starry expression, as is typical for him. It never stopped making your breath hitch, though. You grazed a soft hand over his pretty hair, your own (adorably shy, if Sirius says so himself) enamored look adorning your face. You straightened, returning your attention to the papers strewn across the desk in front of you.
“I’m almost done with this, then we can leave.” You rolled up your sweater sleeves, picking up your pen.
“You’re coming back with me, right?” He asked, tone light with hopefulness seeping through.
“Of course.”
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Hey y’all!! Sorry for the impromptu long sabbatical, my first year of uni kicked me more than I expected. However, I am hoping to begin writing again so feel free to send in requests!! I already have a few I’m excited to work on!
Love y’all!! <3
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hey lovey!! 💐 I just wanted to say I ADORE ur writing & I'm currently binge reading all of them <(/// ̄︶ ̄///)>. but I did want to request something silly, since I've been thinking about poly!marauders being with the reader. and her calling them "girl" accidentally instead of their usual endearment 😭. and the reason is because her friends use it a lot and it just kind of rubbed off on her ?! I would just like to imagine their confusion 😭 anyways pls have a lovely day/night <33
I love this! Also sorry this took so long. I left my computer charger at home while I was at uni but I got it back!
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You were laid on the settee, still slightly sweaty from your hot walk back from class. You would’ve reached for Sirius if you didn’t think you would make his clothes damp as well. He was doing some kind of work on his computer next to you while James was in the kitchen fixing you both something to eat. These little quiet moments were sometimes your favorite, just being comfortable in each others silence. Especially considering how your boyfriends could be such chatterboxes.
That didn’t mean that you didn’t enjoy rambling to them, though. You just didn’t feel the need to fill comfortable space with flippant comments. You were almost asleep when you heard the click of the door being unlocked.
Remus stepped inside in his usual meticulous way, hanging his coat neatly on the coatrack, unlacing his shoes and lining them up by the door rather than kicking them off, and placing his crossbody bag carefully on the bench by the door. All before calling out a gentle “I’m home.”
“How was work, love?” James responded from the kitchen, scrubbing his hands in the sink.
“Long.” He groaned. “I’m going to shiv Michael. His unplanned vacation is really disrupting my schedule.” He grumbled. “Going to have to catch up on my classes too.” He sighed, more resigned than annoyed.
“Want me to go to your work when he’s back and give him a hard time?” Sirius said mischievously, beckoning the sandy-haired boy over.
Remus just chuckled softly in response before kissing him on the top of the head. He turned to you, face etched with exhaustion and affection. “How was class today, dovey? Did I miss anything?”
You reached for his hand, pressing a kiss to his knuckles. “Nothing important. It was just a catch up day.”
He hummed in satisfaction, reaching to stroke your jaw. You leaned into his touch sleepily before your eyes popped open and you jolted upright.
“Holy shit, I can’t believe I almost forgot to tell you. Girl, you will not believe what Molly said to me today. I-“ You were cut off by a surprised, if not amused look on Remus’ face and a barking laugh from the kitchen.
“Excuse me, what?” James choked.
You turned around, looking at him confused. “What?”
Sirius was also smiling, holding back a laugh. “What did you just say to Moons?”
You paused, eyebrows raised in confusion. “I said that he wouldn’t believe what Molly-“
“No no no.” James chuckled, cutting you off. “What you said before that.” At your continued bewilderment he clarified. “Angel, you called Remus ‘girl’. Did you not mean to?”
At the realization on your face Sirius breaks down. Shaking with nearly silent laughter. Remus’ eyes just roll into the back of his head, clearly amused but not willing to put on a spectacle.
“Sorry Rem.” You said, sheepishly. “It was unconscious.”
“Unconscious!” Sirius hoots. “Is that what you call us in your head, gorgeous? Are we your gal pals?”
“I think we are. I didn’t realize this was a girl’s gossip sesh in, lovely.” James teased. “I would’ve bought ice cream and wine.”
“The two of you.” Remus admonished, looking at your still shy expression with terrible kindness. “You don’t need to apologize, dove. It was just funny. You’ve never been one to say that before.”
“Not to you.” You said quietly. “I’ve just been talking to my friends a lot lately-“
“You don’t have to defend it. We want you to talk to your friends.” James jumped in to comfort you.
“I’m glad you consider us your friends, baby.” Sirius said, half kindness and half joke. “It shows that you’re comfortable with us.”
“I am.” You reiterated. “But I won’t call you it if it upsets you.” You said sincerely.
“It hardly bothers me, dovey.” Remus reached over to squeeze your hand.
“I just can’t believe Remus is the girly.” James chuckled, forcing his face into a pout. “I’m offended, sweet thing. I thought I was your gossip buddy.”
“You are!” You said severely. “You all are.” You reached for your other two boys. “Now can I please tell you what Molly said?”
“Of course, girl. Spill the beans.” Remus said, deadpan.
It took you a while to stop laughing before you could continue the story.
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Me sitting in my room writing the most saccharine, vicarious, descriptive romance I can conjure: 🙂
Me the minute a man shows me an inkling of non-platonic attention irl: 🙂↔️😳
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Whenever someone quotes a line from an nsfw fic I write in their reblog or comment I have a moment where I’m like “omg? Did this fine lady actually write something that feral?” And then I double check and I absolutely did.
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the HMC books are some of my favorites, please tell us how you like them!! Book Howl is so different than movie Howl and yet i think he’s still Sirius coded likw you said hehehe
I will definitely update! I’ve heard he’s different a but I’m very excited.
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"wolfstar is canon" I say into the microphone. the crowd boos. I sigh and begin to walk off stage. "she's right" a voice says, I turn and there he is. David Thewlis.
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Sirius girlies, please listen to me and watch Howl’s Moving Castle. Just do it. That man is the most Sirius coded entity to ever be animated.
I’m also gonna be reading the books soon because it’s long overdue.
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If it's ok can I request Headcanons on what it's like dating poly!maruaders please? Female reader?
yes ofc! if anyone else has hc requests please gimme! also these have no theme and are just off the top of my head (and not proofread I'm so sorry)
firstly I feel like all the boys have different 'roles' in the relationship
Sirius is (obviously) the troublemaker. He will shamelessly flirt with the three of you in public, he will stir the pot whenever possible, and loves to distract you all from whatever tasks you have.
James is like a mother hen. He's just so loverboy T-T I also feel like he is equally as loud as Sirius with his affection, but it's more sappy, whereas Sirius is more salacious.
Remus is the calm, collected one, but occasionally he will just do something completely unexpected.
Like Sirius and James will be being all sappy to you and Remus will be dead silent until he just says the most flustering, X-Rated comment the three of you have ever heard, and then he just shrugs it off.
I feel like James and Remus will also good-cop/bad-cop you and Sirius sometimes.
Not to say that Remus is mean, but I just think he can be more stern if that makes sense.
Also imagine you all cooking together :D
I feel like James is in charge for any meat/protein you cook, while Remus reads instructions and you chop things up.
Sirius will sit there as eye candy UNTIL something needs to be stirred. And then he's all like 'can I do it?' *puppy eyes*
I think they would all have very different tastes in movies too
James loves a good rom-com. I feel like he would also be obsessed with Pride and Prejudice or Bridgerton. I think he could also appreciate a good emotional move but he would cry every. single. time.
Sirius either wants to watch a really cheesy horror movie or a silly superhero move. Like I feel like he would eat up the new Deadpool movie. Anything very emotional would make him cry, even though he would also make fun of you if you did.
Remus would like really well done psychological horror. He would be the one to suggest Hereditary or something really messed up like that.
James would just sit there in absolute shock as horrors unfold before his eyes, and Sirius would scream like a little girl at absolutely everything.
Every time Remus picks a move you would joke that he's never allowed to again (even though you all would completely respect his turn when the time came around)
But don't worry, he would comfort you all after.
Lastly I think they all have a distinct smell.
James smells like old spice. Just very clean. Also I think he would use oils in his hair that smell so so so good.
Remus smells like coffee and cigarettes, but I think if he bakes the scent sticks to his clothes for the whole day.
Sirius would smell like rich-boy perfume. OR he would steal your hygiene products and come out of the shower smelling like a pumpkin pie or something like that.
Basically they are all very different but somehow so so perfect.
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hii! this is my first time requesting ever so i hope im doing this right 😫
could i request a tasm!peter smut fic where the reader has never had an orgasm? they’ve tried before, so they’re not necessarily innocent, but it’s just never happened. peter then helps reader orgasm for the first time and it’s just overall very fluffy :) fem reader please!
thank you!! i love your writing!!!!
thank you for requesting hunny! you did it exactly right. tasm!Peter Parker x fem!reader
cw: detailed smut, fingering, trope of experienced guy, inexperienced girl, swearing
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The turn the afternoon had taken was definitely unexpected, but certainly more than welcome. Peter had initially invited you over to study, but you had gotten distracted. Now your books had been clumsily flung off the bed long forgotten and abandoned for better things. You laid upon rumpled covers, Peter tugging impatiently at the neckline of your top as he kissed you. You arched up into him, pulling him as close as physically possible. His mouth met the fingers of one hand at your collarbone, the other gripped your waist, nudging the fabric away to touch your skin.
“This okay, baby?” Peter held himself above you, scanning your face for any traces of what you were feeling.
“Yes please.” You said, a little too enthusiastically for your tastes. You checked his face for any evidence of discomfort. “Are you okay with this?”
He was grinning at you now, eyes full of affection. “Yes, I am okay with this.” His tone implied that it was far more than just “okay”. That was further confirmed when his hips slotted into yours and you felt the full evidence of his desire. Your shirt and pants were soon discarded and his your boyfriend’s hands were eagerly exploring every inch of newly-exposed warm skin. He pulled away briefly to remove his own shirt, but the second the material was gone he was on you again, greedy and excited. As he mouthed at your neck his fingers were trailing down your torso, leaving the nerves hypersensitive in his wake. They slipped into the waistband on your panties, lighting your skin on fire.
“Can I touch you here, sweet girl?” He whispered into your neck, his thumb pressing over the damp center of your underwear. You nodded fervently, mumbling affirmatives. You felt him smile against your collarbone as he tugged your panties off, not caring where they landed. You relaxed your legs as he opened them slightly, trailing his long fingers teasingly up your thighs as he got closer and closer to the apex. Just before giving into your wants, he moved them away, chuckling mischievously at your frustration.
“Please, Pete.” You grabbed his wrist moving him closer to your core. He grinned against your neck as he obliged you, fingers trailing up and down your slit a few times before settling at your clit. You let out a shaky sigh as he rubbed you in light circles, slowly winding you up.
“Yeah, baby? That feel good?” He questioned.
“Yes.” You answered, even though you knew it was rhetorical. You gently pulled his head up to be level with yours. “Kiss me please?”
He did so without any teasing or games. His mouth was sweet and gentle on your lips, even as he moved them down to your jaw and ear, letting your soft moans slip freely from your lips. As you got more worked up his fingers became more determined, letting two slide to your opening as your clit pulsed beneath his thumb. Peter circled your entrance, awaiting your pleased reaction before they slipped inside of you, searching for the spot on your front wall he hoped would make you fall apart. He quickly found it.
“Oh shit.” You choked, letting your head fall back further against the pillows. It only took a few more seconds of his fingers and thumb working you for your hips to start bucking. There was an unfamiliar heat building in your belly. Usually by now, sex would be almost over. Or, if you were on your own you would’ve given up before even starting.
Peter sat up a little as his other hand held you in place. He looked too pleased with himself at your reactions. Your whole body started building up and you panicked.
“Oh my god. What’s happening?” You were squirming even as he held you down. He immediately slowed his movements.
“Are you alright?” He asked, looking you over.
“It feels weird, like in my- my stomach. I don’t know what’s happening.” You scrambled breathlessly. He looked in realization, immediately doubling his actions. He cooed at your jolting.
“It’s okay, baby. Just relax, let it out. I’ve got you, you’re alright.” You loosened, deciding to let the feeling take hold. And take hold it did, you would’ve lept off the bed if his free hand wasn’t pressing firmly into your pelvis. Your body wound tighter and tighter until it all fell apart, pleasurable spasms flowing through your jelly limbs as you gasped and squeezed Peter's arms and shoulders. Electric warmth fizzled through you as your eyes grew heavy. Peter slowed his movements, muttering praises and affirmatives as you came down from your high.
“Thank you.” You said as you caught your breath. You sat up and pulled him closer, desperately wanting closeness and feeling like you would go crazy if you didn’t get it. He chuckled at your rare display of neediness.
“You’re fucking adorable.” He kissed your cheek, holding you close. He waited a few seconds before rolling onto his side, looking at your face. “You feeling okay?”
“I feel really good.” You sighed, melting into the sheets. You reached your his hand, stroking your thumb over the prominent veins in his wrist. You laid there in silence for a short while before he spoke up, skepticism lilting his voice.
“So like, you said that you’ve had sex before, right?” His tone was curious as he was still pawing at your hair and chest affectionately.
“Yeah? Why?”
“Have you never, like, cum before?” He seemed confused. You choked out a surprised laugh.
“I thought I had.” You said, winded. "Is it supposed to be like that every time?"
He laughed, smoothing your hair away from your face. "I don't know, babe. I’m pretty sure it is." He looked equal parts smug and affectionate.
"Well it's never been like that before.” You said, wistfully. A smile soon returned. “That felt really good, Pete.”
He laughed, clearly endeared by your longing tone. “Well I would hope so.” He eyed you, scheming. “I bet it could be better though.”
You looked at him wide eyed, nervousness and anticipation building in your core again. “Really?”
He loomed over you again, lips finding your ear. “There’s only one way to find out.”
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Hiya! Hope your having a wonderful day/night!
Could you write Remus x reader where reader has just had a bad dream. They don’t wake up screaming or crying or anything but just sort of… off. They kinda just lay there as opposed to getting up like they normally do. Remus comforts them.
(I literally just had a dream where I was kidnapped and presumably trafficked. No idea where my brain got that from but I had the heeby jeebies when I woke up.)
If not, no worries!
Thank you either way! <3
here you go, hunny! thanks for requesting remus lupin x gn!reader
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Your eyes flew open, still sticky with sleep as you sucked in a harsh breath. You laid there frozen with fear and slick with cold, clammy sweat, shaking all over. Your muscles were tensed painfully as you tried desperately to calm down. You were pretty sure your nails were biting little half-moons into your palms as you looked around the room, hopelessly analyzing your surroundings. The dull glow of the night lamp, the damp pillow under your arm, the soft ticking of the clock, the-
“Hey, hey. Are you alright?” Remus tented his book on the nightstand, using his now free hand to stroke your frizzy hair from your face.
“Y-yeah.” You stumbled. “Yeah I’m fine. Just a nightmare. I’m okay though.” He gave you an awfully kind no-nonsense look.
“You’re shaking quite badly, dovey.” He said knowingly. You shivered unpleasantly again, small tremors of anxiety working their way out of your system. He cooed pitifully. “Oh, sweetheart. You’re really wound up. Was is that scary?”
“I’m okay.” You assured, even though he clearly did not believe a word coming out of your mouth. He ignored you, opting to reach a long arm to his nightstand for a glass of water.
“Here, lovely. Drink this. It will help.” He handed the glass to you, cool and sweating with condensation. You took a few slow sips before handing it back.
“Thank you.” You said, bashful. He didn’t respond, just pulled you onto his chest. You nestled into his soft sweater, heart rate finally slowing to a safe pace. He hummed softly, kissing the top of your head.
“Do you want to talk about it? The dream, I mean.” His hand left a pleasant warmth on your cold bare arm.
“No.” You shivered, scooting impossibly closer. “It was just bad. I don’t-” You shook your head snd squeezed your eyes shut, trying to put a lid on the nervousness rising in your chest.
“Okay, okay. You don’t have to.” He held you as tight as his gentle nature would allow as he gently rocked you. You would protest his efforts if they weren’t helping so much. He kept you in silence for a few moments before tilting your face up for a kiss. “Do you want me to read to you?” He said, close to your face, thumb sweeping gently over your jaw.
You didn’t answer his question. “You don’t have to coddle me.” You said.
He would roll his eyes if we wasn’t horribly endeared by you. “It’s my job to look after you, dove. It’s easier on both of us if you just let me.” He said, reaching for his book and opening it to his saved page. You relented and snuggled closer to his chest as his gentle voice filled the space between you.
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Reblog this if you would not only accept, but welcome fan art, moodboards, etc. of your fics
All of these used to be so common for people to show their appreciation of different fics and authors, and I think it’s a shame people don’t do it anymore. I love seeing fan work for my fics!!
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