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Sedated Master List

pairing: Regulus Black/James Potter

warnings: Explicit, Brief detransition mentioned (last chapter)

words: —

chapters: - / -

ao3 tags: Forced Proximity, Smut, Angst, Hotel Sex, Little Freaks, Remus and Regulus friendship, Sex In A Cave, Unsafe Sex, Trans Regulus Black, Intoxication, Drunk Sex, One Bed, P In V,

summary:

When James and Regulus find themselves thrown together in a room during Remus and Sirius’ engagement trip, they're forced to navigate their unexpected proximity. Tensions simmer, and fireworks spark as they uncover hidden feelings and deep-seated truths about one another. What starts as a reluctant cohabitation soon transforms into an electrifying journey of discovery, during which they learn just how much their lives and hearts are about to change.

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Chapter One (out soon)

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Santa Baby

pairing: James Potter x Regulus Black

warnings: smut, swearing, fluff 😱

word count: 6,173

summary:

It’s Regulus’ first Christmas at the Potters, and James is quite hesitant about the situation, especially considering his feelings for the younger Black brother. James isn’t quite sure if he can hold back from Regulus.

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It was the first day of the Christmas holiday, the first day of Regulus being at the Potter's house for Christmas, and the first day of James having to act like he wasn't madly into his best friend's younger brother. And it just so happened to be the first day of Regulus pretending he didn't have a crush on his brother's stupid friend.

When the boys arrived at the Potter family house, Euphemia Potter greeted them eagerly as they walked through the door. "Hey, mum," James said as Euphemia hugged him. "Welcome home, dear," she replied before embracing Sirius. Regulus was a bit thrown off when he heard the mothering voice. Was he going to be told to leave? Was he going to be cast out? His mind was racing until he saw Euphemia. She looked like an angel; her eyes were like James', warm and soft, like sunlight.

As Euphemia finished hugging Sirius, her gaze rested on Regulus, and her warm smile wavered slightly. She could sense his unease and hesitation. "Well, hello there," she said kindly, approaching Regulus. "You must be Regulus. It's lovely to meet you finally." She reached out her arms in a welcoming gesture, hoping to put him at ease. "Come on in, darling."

Regulus let down his guard slightly as she welcomed him in. "Thank you for letting me stay this break, Mrs Potter," he said softly, stepping into the home. Euphemia smiled. "Oh, sweetheart, you're always welcome here," she said sincerely. "And call me Euphemia."

Regulus couldn't help but glance at James before quickly looking around the living room. He took his time looking around the well-decorated home. It was beautiful. A Christmas tree with lights, decorations, and tinsel as far as the eye could see. He'd never seen a house so well-dressed for the holiday season.

As Regulus admired the festive decorations, Euphemia turned to the other two. "Well, James, why don't you show Regulus his room? And Sirius, could you help me in the kitchen?" she asked, and James and Sirius nodded. Sirius quickly followed Euphemia into the kitchen, and James went over to Regulus. "C'mon," James spoke. "Let me show you to your room."

Regulus turned to James as he spoke and nodded a little before looking away, blushing slightly. James seemed different at home. It was nice. James was always nice.. looked nice.. smelled nic- fuck, Regulus needed to stop thinking of him like that.

James couldn't help but notice the slight blush on Regulus' cheeks, and a faint smile tugged at his lips. "Well, come on then," He said as he led Regulus up the stairs. Regulus looked up at James and saw that stupid smile of his. That stupid, pretty smile. He quickly diverted his eyes to the floor before walking up the stairs behind James.

They walked down a hallway lined with family portraits. Regulus looked over all the photos. He didn't know why they were all smiling. They had no pictures like that around his own home. The two finally reached the guest room. James opened the door and gestured for Regulus to enter. "Here's your room for the break. Feel free to make yourself at home." James said, glancing around the room, ensuring everything was in order before returning his gaze to Regulus.

Regulus turned to James and nodded, "Thank you, Potter." he said quietly, walking over to put his bag down on the bed, "So your family's big on Christmas, huh?" he said with a small cough, looking back up at the older boy. James watched Regulus take in the room, "Yeah, my family loves Christmas. They always go all out with decorations and festivities." He replied with a soft smile, stepping into the room, leaning against the doorway, and crossing his arms over his chest as he studied Regulus momentarily before speaking up again. "Also, you don't have to call me Potter. Just call me James."

Regulus kept his eyes locked on removing his belongings from his bag cause he knew if he looked towards James, who knew what his mind would conjure up. "Fine, James," Regulus said; James could feel a heat rising in his chest. Merlin he liked it when Regulus said his name.

James stood there longer than he probably should've, and Regulus noticed that; Regulus glanced to the side, seeing the way James looked at him, fuck, he liked how James studied him. "Are you going to leave? I think I can handle putting my stuff away on my own." Regulus said, but his mind screamed at him; he wanted nothing more than to let James stay and observe him.

"Yeah, sorry," James said, awkwardly clearing his throat as he removed himself from the doorway and started to leave before pausing to speak. "It's great you're here, Reg." He said with a reassuring smile and left.

Oh, fuck. Regulus was not going to last long.

Regulus groaned as he collapsed onto the bed when James left the room; why did he want to kiss James Potter? Why did he want those stupid fucking lips all over his body? Why did he have to fucking feel this way about his stupid brother's friend?

James shuffled down the hallway slowly. Merlin, he was being stupid; there was no way Regulus could like him. Hell, he was most positive Regulus despised him. He was quickly drawn out of his thoughts as he heard Sirius call out from downstairs that dinner was done.

Regulus quickly composed himself as he heard his brother's voice call out; he prayed that his face wouldn't be red when he arrived downstairs.

Sirius and James were sitting at the table when Regulus arrived downstairs. He walked over to sit next to his brother at the dining table, which happened to be the seat across from James. "It smells lovely, Euphemia," he says softly, and Euphemia beamed at him, clearly pleased by his compliment. "Thank you, dear," she replied warmly.

James couldn't help but steal glances at Regulus; his mind was plagued with thoughts of him, and some were not so innocent. Regulus quickly caught on to the glances James was sending him.

Fuck. James quickly averted his eyes and tried to focus on something else (basically anything to stop him helplessly staring at Regulus). That's when he noticed his father was not at the table yet. "Is Dad in his office?" he asked. Euphemia, who had just placed the last dish on the table, replied smiling, "He is, but he should be coming to the table any minute." Suddenly, Fleamont burst out of his office with a big smile, "Ah! My family is all home. The world is right again," he said cheerily, walking over to the head of the table and taking a seat. "And you must be Regulus!"

Regulus turned his gaze towards the older man sitting across the table and nodded respectfully. "Yes, sir. Thank you for letting me stay here, sir," he said softly, stealing a glance at James before looking down at his food. Fleamont chuckled and turned to Sirius, "He's just like you were when you first arrived here. Regulus, you can call me Fleamont. 'Sir' is too formal for me." He laughed and added, "You are always more than welcome," he said before digging into the food.

Everyone soon finished dinner, and Regulus started collecting the empty plates, "I'll help wash up." he said softly, causing Fleamont to let out a laugh, "Don't worry about that, Regulus. It's been a long day. The three of you do whatever you'd like, Effie and I will finish up the dishes." he said, and Regulus nervously put the plate down as if it was some test before nodding and quickly excusing himself to his room, avoiding eye contact with James, even if he did just want to be shoved against a wall by him.. fuck.

James observed as Regulus quickly excused himself, avoiding eye contact. His heart ached a little at Regulus' sudden departure. James glanced at his parents, who had started cleaning the table and washing the dishes together. So, he waited in the living room until he heard Sirius leave for his room before proceeding up the stairs and down the hallway leading to Regulus' room. He lifted his fist to knock but began to second-guess himself.

His mind was racing. What if he wanted to be alone? What if? What if... James groaned at his conflicting thoughts as he pinched the bridge of his nose.

As Regulus pulled off his shirt, he heard the footsteps outside of his door, assuming it was his brother checking in on him before heading to sleep. He opened the door, raising an eyebrow at whoever it was before seeing James, "Oh- It's you. I was expecting Sirius, but uhm-" He paused. "Hi?" he was a bit confused. Why was James at his door?

James' heartbeat quickened as the door opened, revealing a shirtless Regulus. His mind went blank momentarily, captivated by the sight before him. "Hey-" James said softly, finding his voice again. He shifted slightly on his feet, his eyes flickering from Regulus' face down to his bare chest and back up again. "I just wanted to.. check on you," James finally managed to say, though the words stumbled out more like a breathy confession than anything else.

Regulus realized he was shirtless as James looked him up and down, but he didn't care enough to change now; plus, he quite liked the way James' entire being seemed to freeze at the sight. He also noticed the tone that came out of James and the blush that quickly crept onto his cheeks, "That's very kind of you, James." he hummed as he walked over to his bag to pull out a shirt and slip it on. 

Merlin, James really liked the way Regulus said his name.

Regulus turned back to James and cleared his throat, "I'm fine. Thank you, though.." he said softly, letting his words hang on as he looked up at James, and James stepped forward to Regulus. "Well, if you're fine," James said, his voice low, "maybe I should leave you be..." He hesitated momentarily before adding, "Unless there's something else on your mind.. something that makes you want me to stay." He adds because every fiber of his being wanted to stay. Though James played a cool and collected demeanor, he was so nervous that he misread something in Regulus and would get upset at him and tell him to leave.

Regulus looked up as James stepped closer; his breath hitched slightly at his words. Was this a dream? This couldn't be a dream. He prayed it wasn't. Fuck. Okay. He stepped forward and hummed a little, "And what would that be, huh, James?" he said quietly, glancing down at his lips, leaving James speechless. He wasn't expecting this to go this far, but he was happy it had. "You're not going to make me say it. So why don't you do something.." he whispered, stepping closer to the older boy.

James felt a surge of desire at Regulus' response, his heart pounding. He fought to maintain control over himself, though it was becoming increasingly difficult. Leaning closer, James closed the distance between them, leaving just the slightest space between them. His voice dropped even lower as he replied, "Maybe I will." With that, he pressed his lips against Regulus'. Regulus felt his heart skip a beat at his words, his eyes pouring into James's own. The kiss was pure magic.

Regulus leaned into the kiss and gently wrapped his arms around James' neck as he kissed him back with need. He never wanted it to end. James quickly deepened the kiss, his hands instinctively finding their place on Regulus' waist. The warmth and intimacy was electric. It sent shivers down his spine. Regulus' skin felt electrified at the feeling of James's hands on him. He allowed James to take charge of the kiss, and one hand moved to run through his stupid curly hair, gripping at the back of it.

Regulus' touch intoxicated James, his body buzzing with desire. And James deepened the kiss, allowing his tongue to explore Regulus' mouth while his hand caressed his back. He couldn't get enough of Regulus, the taste, the feel of him; James pressed himself closer, aching for more. Regulus felt James' need for him and groaned softly against his lips before pulling back to breathe, looking up at James and trying to catch his breath, "Fucking finally." he muttered, his hand stroking at the back of his head just lightly, "Do it again.." he whispered, ghosting his lips against James'.

The older boy couldn't help but grin at Regulus' words. "Oh, I intend to," he responded, his voice filled with anticipation. Without hesitation, James pulled Regulus closer and captured his lips once more, deepening the kiss. His hands roamed hungrily over Regulus' body with urgency, craving more of him. Regulus couldn't help but feel his stomach fill with butterflies. James was so pretty, and he was standing there, kissing him. He wanted James so badly. That stupid grin practically made his knees shake. Regulus leaned in, gently pushing James onto the bed before quickly placing himself on his lap, causing James to let out a quiet groan as the other straddled him. The feeling of Regulus' weight on him was intoxicating.

Regulus let James have control after that before pushing him back to tug off his shirt again. He couldn't believe where he was right now. James watched with hungry eyes. The sight of his bare chest left James breathless. He couldn't tear his gaze away from the beautiful sight before him. And Regulus could practically feel James' eyes on him, biting his bottom lip, suddenly slightly shy. But he let James stare because Regulus couldn't get enough of how James looked at him.

He kissed him with just as much need and desire, his arms resting on his shoulders, pressing their bodies so close he could feel James' heartbeat through his chest. He pulled back slightly to pepper kisses down his neck, "Never stop- Merlin- Never stop kissing me-" Regulus whispered as James let out a low moan, sending shivers down his spine, practically squealing from joy that he managed to provoke such a sound. The Gryffindor tightened his grip on Regulus' waist, pulling him even closer. His lips found their way to Regulus' earlobe, nipping at it gently before whispering back, "I don't think I can stop kissing you, not now, not ever." With that declaration, James returned the favor by trailing kisses along Regulus' jawline and collarbone.

Regulus rocked his head to the side at the kisses, loving the feeling of his lips against his skin, "Fuck- James ~" he moaned out softly, causing James to smirk against the skin of the other. "Sirius is going to kill us," he muttered as he brought his hands to travel through his messy brown hair, his eyes fluttering shut at the kisses and his hips grinding forward against his crotch eagerly.

But the thought of Sirius and the risk they were taking only added to the thrill that pulsed through James. "Let him try," he murmured against Regulus' skin, the words vibrating with desire, as he continued to lavish attention on Regulus' neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin, definitely leaving an array of marks in his wake. As Regulus ground his hips onto James' crouch, James couldn't help but groan in delight.

Regulus was losing himself to James quickly, letting the man do whatever he wanted. Feeling the skin on his neck being sucked made him moan softly. He had to admit that the taboo side of this really made it so much hotter. He ground his hips against him again and let out a small whine, "You're wearing too many clothes-" he complained, tugging at James' shirt.

James chuckled lowly. The sound of Regulus' whine sent a jolt of arousal through him, and he couldn't help but comply, quickly reaching to pull his shirt off over his head and tossing it aside without a care, causing Regulus to roll his eyes at the display James had put on.

Now bare-chested, James pressed himself closer to Regulus as his hands gently roamed over Regulus' body, "Better?" James asked, voice laced with a touch of playfulness, as the other wrapped his arms tight around the older one's neck and admired his body, "So much better." Regulus whispered, desperate for him now, "Since when did you want me so bad, huh?" he teased lightly as he leaned down and kissed down his neck slowly, taking his time. He moved his hands to rake down the Gryffindor's body, feeling his abs.

James relished in the feeling of Regulus' hands on his body, the gentle caress driving him wild with desire. He let out a low groan as Regulus kissed down his neck, each touch sending waves of pleasure through him, and he couldn't help but grin at Regulus' teasing remark, his heart pounding excitedly. Regulus felt an electric jolt through his spine at the sound of James's moan. He wanted to hear it over and over and over again. Have it play on repeat on loudspeakers. "I've always wanted you," James admitted breathlessly, his voice laced with desire as his fingers hooked onto the waistband of Regulus' pants and teasingly tugged at it, causing the other to let out a slight squeak.

Regulus pushed his hips against his hand, "Take me if you want me so badly, Potter." he whispered, grinding his hips against him again with a needy moan, "Fuck me." he muttered next to his ear. James felt a surge of desire at Regulus' words, his body responding eagerly to the invitation. His hand slid down to palm Regulus' bulge, applying pressure in response to the grinding before James swiftly repositioned himself so he was now standing in front of Regulus, who was placed on the bed.

His fingers deftly undid the button and pulled down the zipper of Regulus' pants. The other let out a shaky moan at the pressure that was applied, watching as the older one moved. With an almost agonizing slowness, James slid down Regulus' pants along with his underwear, exposing every inch of him. James' bulge strained against the fabric of his pants at the sight before him. Regulus let him move and watched as he stood up, letting his eyes take in the entirety of James' figure, "So hot…" he muttered under his breath, not realizing he had said it out loud—

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Day 22. spanking. @wolfstarkinktober2024

pairing: Sirius Black/ Remus Lupin

warnings: Explicit

word count: 2,032

notes:

Hey everyone, I know this is the only Wolfstar Kinktober post I have made so far, but unlike the halfway ones in my drafts, I had this pre-written. I plan on catching up soon, though! So expect past dates to be posted soon, but for now, enjoy this one!! Also these all will be posted to Ao3 eventually!

"Come on, Pads. Leave the poor girl alone." James called out as he walked down the corridor with Peter and Remus trailing along with him, though Remus had halted his steps to wait for Sirius.

Sirius had been flirting with a Ravenclaw girl when his friends walked by. The girl was giggling and blushing, and Sirius knew what he was doing. He knew Remus would stop and wait for him, and he knew Remus would be watching with intensity, with jealousy. Remus and Sirius had been dating for almost five months now, and Sirius loved being a brat around Remus, getting him riled up. He knew how to make Remus jealous and possessive—he knew how to do it even before they started dating because Remus was always possessive over Sirius, and Sirius loved it. And Remus liked making sure people knew Sirius was his, even if they weren't public about their relationship.

Sirius looked over the Ravenclaw girl's shoulder to glimpse at Remus, and he could swear he felt a chill run down his back when he was met with Remus' intense gaze. Remus' gaze burned into Sirius as he casually walked over to the two, "Come on, Sirius." He said, his voice lower and huskier than usual, "Can't you see I'm busy, Moony?" Sirius replied, and then Remus forcefully grabbed Sirius' wrist, tugging him away.

"Hey!" Sirius yelped, trying to sound offended, but there was a smirk playing on his lips. His plan was going well. Remus let out a frustrated sigh as he led Sirius into an empty classroom, his grip tightening on his boyfriend's wrist. He couldn't help but feel possessive over Sirius, wanting nothing more than to keep him to himself. His eyes narrowed slightly as he glanced at Sirius, trying to gauge his reaction. "You know," he began, his voice low and threatening, "You really need to learn when enough is enough." He bit out between clenched teeth.

Sirius only smirked more, loving the attention from Remus. Sirius was never good at doing what people told him to do, so when Remus scolded him, Sirius couldn't help but get turned on by his lover's possessive dominance. Sirius was definitely enjoying Remus' frustration and desire and the way he got a bit physical by grabbing his wrist. "Hmm," Sirius hummed, leaning back against a nearby desk, "What do you think I should do to learn?" He asked, feigning innocence.

"Don't push your luck, Padfoot," Remus warned, his voice rough with barely contained lust. He stepped closer to Sirius, backing him up against the desk and pinning him there with his larger frame. "You know exactly what I mean." He growled, his eyes darkening as he took in Sirius' defiant grin.

Remus couldn't help but feel a shiver of anticipation run down his spine at the thought of claiming Sirius right here, right now. He leaned in close, their bodies just inches apart, and whispered harshly, "Maybe I should teach you a lesson." With that, he captured Sirius' lips in a fierce kiss, his hand sliding underneath Sirius' robes to cup his arse possessively. He ground his hips against Sirius' hard cock, feeling him rock hard already.

It seemed like every time they were together, all it took was a look or a touch for them both to become aroused. As he broke the kiss, Remus nipped at Sirius' lower lip, "Do you want me to punish you?" He growled in his ear, his breath hot against his skin. "Because I will, if that's what it takes for you to learn."

Sirius couldn't help but let out a soft moan as Remus pinned him down against the desk, feeling his body heat and the way he spoke to Sirius. Remus was so confident and dominant; it turned Sirius on so much. He shuddered as Remus cupped his arse and ground his hips against him; he loved it when Remus was like this. When asked if Sirius wanted to be punished, Sirius nodded his head eagerly. "Yes, yes, please." Sirius moaned out, his voice betraying his eagerness.

"Good boy," Remus murmured as he pulled back from Sirius, and Sirius couldn't help but whine at the loss of friction. Remus slowly removed his jumper, leaving only his white button-down shirt. He casually walked over, pulled out a chair away from one of the desks, and took a seat. "Strip," Remus commanded, paying no attention to Sirius as he rolled up the sleeves of his shirt.

Sirius quickly complied with the command, his fingers fumbling excitedly as he undid the buttons of his shirt. As he did, he found himself watching Remus as he rolled up his sleeves, wondering just what the werewolf had up his sleeve. He bit his lower lip, nervous in an excited way, as he stripped before walking over to Remus, standing in front of him with a hint of embarrassment. "Now what?" Sirius asked huskily as he stood before his boyfriend, feeling exposed and vulnerable.

"Now," Remus began as he finally looked at Sirius, his eyes traveling hungrily over Sirius' naked figure. He couldn't help but chuckle at the sight of Sirius' hard and already leaking cock. The beautiful sight filled Remus with the urge to destroy it. "You're going to lie on your stomach across my lap for your punishment."

Sirius shuddered but nodded, doing as Remus told him to. He climbed up onto his boyfriend's lap, his stomach draped across Remus. Sirius rested his head against his arms as he lay on Remus' lap. He bit his lower lip, waiting and trembling in anticipation. He looked at Remus from over his shoulder with a hint of vulnerability and lust.

"Face forward." Remus commanded sternly, "Who gave you permission to look at me?" Slowly, Remus ran his hands up and down Sirius' back, tracing patterns on his skin with his fingertips and gently caressing the cheek of Sirius' ass. Sirius moaned softly as the light touches from Remus; he knew these soft touches weren't going to last much longer, so he enjoyed them as much as he could.

Then, with a devilish grin, Remus brought his hand down hard on Sirius' ass cheeks, leaving a clear red mark behind. "That's for being such a brat earlier," Remus growled, his voice deep and menacing. He gave another sharp smack to the opposite cheek, watching as Sirius squirmed under his touch. "And this is for thinking you could get away with it." Remus continued to spank Sirius' ass, each smack harder than the last, leaving a bright red handprint on his pale skin. He could feel Sirius' cock twitching against his thigh in response to the pain, and it only served to turn him on further. After several more slaps, Remus paused to admire his handiwork. "You like that, don't you, slut." He hummed, running his fingers teasingly over the marks left on the other's ass.

Whimpers and small cries came from Sirius as he received each spanking, though they turned more into moans of pleasure by the end. He bit his lower lip, his nails digging into his forearms a bit as he whimpered. As his boyfriend spoke, he nodded quickly, trembling. "Yes," Sirius moaned softly, "I do.." He said, feeling shy but also a bit proud of his response as if it were a reward. Sirius kept his face forward, not wanting to disobey Remus again.

"Good boy," Remus praised. He couldn't help but smile at the sight of Sirius' submission and desire. "But you haven't learned your lesson yet," he breathed, his voice dripping with promise. With that, he reached down and undid his belt, folding it in half and holding it tightly in his hand, dragging the leather teasingly over Sirius' ass. Sirius whined as he felt the drag of the leather, and a tremble of anticipation crawled over his body. A shiver went down his spine at the implications. Sirius kept his eyes forward, though, trying not to turn his head to look at his lover behind him, even though he longed to. "I'm sorry, sir," He let out in a soft whimper.

"I'll believe it when I see it," Remus snapped back, his voice laced with amusement. He raised the belt high above his head, aiming at Sirius' ass. With a swift motion, he brought it down hard, leaving a loud crack as it connected with Sirius' flesh. He watched as the belt landed, his heart racing with excitement. He struck again, this time focusing on the other cheek, leaving a second row of marks across Sirius' ass. Remus took a moment to enjoy the sight before speaking once more. "You better hope you learn your lesson soon, Sirius, or else you'll be feeling this again and again until you do." He smirked cruelly as he continued to strike Sirius' ass with the belt, leaving a series of thin red lines across his bum.

Sirius kept whining and squealing with each hit of the belt, crying out apologies and pleads as he did, "I'm sorry, sir!" He cried out, feeling the sting on his ass. He trembled at the thought of how much worse Remus could make it if he kept being disobedient and bratty and continued to tease him. "I-I'll be good, sir," Sirius promised, his voice small.

"Good boy," Remus purred, satisfied with Sirius' obedience. He set the belt aside and pulled Sirius up. Sitting Sirius down on his lap, he wrapped his arms around Sirius' waist, pulling him close for a deep, passionate kiss. His free hand slipped down to cup Sirius' balls, rolling them gently. Remus groaned into the kiss, feeling Sirius' hard cock pressing against him. "Are you ready for your reward now?" he breathed against Sirius' lips, and Sirius nodded ferociously.

Sirius clung to Remus as he kissed him, leaning into it and wanting Remus to kiss and touch him more. As they parted lips, he was breathless, looking at Remus, "Yes, yes, please," He moaned out, eager for anything Remus had to give him. "Please, sir," He begged, grinding down on his lap, feeling him.

"Alright then," Remus purred, reaching down to stroke Sirius' throbbing cock. He groaned as he felt Sirius' cock twitch against his hand. "You've been such a brat today," he growled playfully, "But maybe I'll let you cum if you beg nicely." With that, Remus wrapped his hand fully around Sirius' achingly hard cock and gave it a few firm pumps. "Please, Remus," Sirius begged, arching his back and pushing his hips forward. "Make me cum, sir."

Remus groaned, increasing the pace of his strokes. He leaned in to suck on Sirius' neck, nipping at his pulse point. "You're such a dirty little slut." Remus said roughly, and Sirius cried out as he felt the familiar wave of pleasure building inside him. He squirmed in Remus' grasp, unable to contain himself any longer. "Cum for me, baby," Remus urged, and with a final thrust of his hips, Sirius erupted, shooting his load across Remus. Remus held him tightly throughout the orgasm, letting out a low moan of satisfaction as he felt Sirius' warm cum coat his hand and now also his shirt. Once Sirius had finished, Remus released him, watching as he caught his breath. "Such a good boy," he murmured, pulling Sirius in for a tender kiss.

Sirius hummed softly, pleased with himself as he caught his breath. He leaned against Remus, nuzzling his face against the crook of his boyfriend's neck. "Mm.." He murmured as he stayed close to Remus.'

"Hmm," Remus hummed softly, wrapping his arms around Sirius. He couldn't help but chuckle at the mess they'd made of themselves. "We better clean up before someone walks in here," he warned, standing up and helping Sirius off his lap. Together, they cleaned up the remnants of their encounter , careful not to leave any evidence behind. They straightened their clothes and fixed their hair before heading back out into the hallway. Hand in hand, they walked side by side, passing by curious students who shot them strange looks. But Remus didn't care; he had claimed Sirius as his own, and nobody was going to take that away from him.

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Introduction: Hello everyone! This is my first time participating in a kinktober let alone a Wolfstar one, so I hope you enjoy my little writings!

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pairing: Sirius Black/ Remus Lupin

warnings: Explicit

words total:

chapters: 1/31

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1. loss of virginity

2. bondage

3. roleplay

4. threesome

5. alpha/omega

6. breeding

7. mommy/daddy

8. puppy play

9. impact play

10. making love

11. biting

12. riding

13. exhibitionism

14. massage

15. in heat

16. cunnilingus

17. choking

18. age gap (adults)

19. size difference

20. mirror

21. edging

22. spanking

23. lingerie

24. hair pulling

25. somnophilia

26. first time

27. sexting

28. cock warming

29. pegging

30. rimming

31. hate sex

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Guilty Pleasure - chapter two

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pairing: Barty Crouch Jr./ James Potter

warnings: Explicit

word count: 5'567

ao3 tags: Hate Sex, They hate eachother, (like actually), Rough Sex, Possessive Barty Crouch Jr., Possessive James Potter, Classroom Sex, Rough Kissing, first chapter, Top James Potter, Bottom Barty Crouch Jr., second chapter, Bottom James Potter, Top Barty Crouch Jr., Maybe Love????, Sex Toys, Bondage, Nipple Clamps, Pet Names, james potter has a big dick, Cock Rings, Barty likes to call James pet, Oral Fixation, Spit As Lube, Collars, Vibrators, Dom/sub, Aftercare, Anal Sex, Unsafe Sex, sunkiller, Barty Crouch Jr. is a Little Shit

summary:

Hate sex. With top James and bottom Barty in chapter one, and bottom James and top Barty in chapter two.

Barty opened the door to let James inside, leaning on the wall as he waited for James to get on his knees. And James knelt obediently as instructed, his eyes trained on Barty's every move, noting the predatory aura that surrounded the Slytherin. Barty pushed off the wall to lock the door. Then he made his way over, circling James like he was prey to a predator who was ready to pounce at the slightest hint of movement. But instead of lunging, Barty stopped in front of James, lifting his chin with a single finger. "Listen to these safe words, be a good boy, and repeat them so I know you understand that you're free to use them without judgment whenever you need. Green or one tap means you're comfortable, yellow or two taps means slow down, and red or three taps means stop completely." Barty made sure the Gryffindor was focusing, looking right at his eyes as he spoke.

James listened intently, nodding in understanding. "Green for comfortable, yellow for slow down, red for stop," James repeated back obediently, his gaze unwavering as he held eye contact with Barty. "Now tell me what kinks you are interested in participating in; I'd love to fulfill your darkest fantasies, darling," Barty asked smirkingly, and when asked, James swallowed hard before answering with honesty laced with desire. "You can do whatever you want to me, Barty.. You can tie me up and do anything," James replied huskily, meeting Barty's gaze without hesitation. The prospect of giving himself completely over to this new dynamic filled James with a heady mixture of nerves and desire.

Barty nodded and let go of James' chin to stand up fully. He pointed to a box in the corner, "In that box is a variety of fun little toys that are very much to my liking. Now, you said you wanted to be tied up," Barty made sure he'd heard James correctly before continuing. "I also, along with my devices, have different materials, each specific to bondage. Chains, handcuffs, rope, velvet threads, etc. I want you to open that box and choose which one you want to restrict you while I fuck you as hard as I feel like it. And if you'd like, choose a few of the devices." After saying all that, Barty sat on the foot of his bed, legs wide and arms propping him up as he leaned back, eyebrows raised as he watched James intently.

James nodded, his heart racing with anticipation and a hint of nervous excitement as he approached the box Barty had indicated. As he crouched down and lifted the lid, James was met with an array of enticing items that sent a shiver down his spine. The choice before him felt both exhilarating and daunting. After a moment's contemplation, James made his choice and picked out a length of soft velvet rope along with some nipple clamps from the box. His gaze flickered over to Barty as he held up his selections decisively. Meeting Barty's intense stare with one of determination and desire, James moved closer to where Barty was seated at the foot of the bed. With a confident yet submissive tone that carried underlying eagerness and obedience, James spoke up. "I choose these," gesturing towards the rope and clamps in his hands. "I want you to use them on me however you please."

Barty felt a slow, satisfied smile spread across his face that turned into a smirk. "Good choices, pet." Barty praises, running a hand through James' hair ever so gently before giving it a harsh tug backward, pressing his lips to James' exposed throat and flicking his tongue over his pulse. James couldn't hold back a low moan as Barty's hand ran through his hair, the sudden tug sending a jolt of pleasure straight to his core. The feeling of Barty's lips on his throat made James shiver with desire, his pulse quickening beneath the touch of flickering tongue. Barty used his free hand to palm James' erection through his jeans, squeezing the fabric tightly. "So hard again already for me, such a good boy," Barty murmured against James' skin. As Barty's hand moved to palm James' erection, he arched into the touch, unable to contain a whimper of need. The praise and affirmation from Barty only served to stoke the fire burning within James, making him ache for more. "Barty," James breathed out huskily, his body reacting instinctively to every touch and sensation that the Slytherin bestowed upon him. His mind swirled with a heady mix of arousal and submission as he awaited what was to come next.

Barty stood up, running his hands down James' back before slowly undoing his shirt. He let his teeth hover over James' shoulder, and with each button undone, he sunk them in just a little bit more until all the buttons were gone, and he was incredibly close to drawing blood, tasting a tang on his tongue. James couldn't help but let out a low groan as Barty's hands roamed down his back, the sensation sending tingles of pleasure through him. With each button undone and the slight pressure of teeth against his shoulder, James felt a rush of desire coursing through him. The mix of pleasure and pain only served to heighten his arousal, making him gasp softly at the intensity of sensations he was experiencing. Barty slid the shirt off of James' shoulder skins down his arms until it dropped to the floor, removing his mouth from the Gryffindor's shoulder. "You look so good shirtless, pet." Barty cooed, smoothing a hand down James' cheek before lightly smacking it. James shuddered at the feeling of cool air on his exposed skin.

Barty's praise pooled heat in James' abdomen, a deep flush spreading across his chest and neck at the compliment. When Barty smacked his cheek lightly, James couldn't help but lean into the touch, with a mixture of obedience and longing in his eyes. "Such a good boy," Barty purred, leading James into bed and urging him to put his hands over his head. Barty straddled James' hips so that he could lean over, tying the smooth, velvet rope securely around James' wrists and then to the steel headboard on his bed. James obeyed, placing his hands over his head as Barty instructed. Anticipation coursed through him as Barty straddled his hips, taking control with skillful hands. The feeling of the smooth velvet rope winding around his wrists sent shivers of arousal down James' spine, causing goosebumps to rise on his skin. "Not too tight, is it, pet?" Barty asked, tugging on the rope slightly. It stayed in place, but he wanted to make sure James would be comfortable. James reassured him with a nod. "It's perfect," He murmured in response to Barty's question, a hint of eager submission in his voice as he gazed up at Barty—

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Guilty Pleasure - chapter one

(GP master list)

pairing: Barty Crouch Jr./ James Potter

warnings: Explicit

word count: 5’578

ao3 tags: Hate Sex, They hate eachother, (like actually), Rough Sex, Possessive Barty Crouch Jr., Possessive James Potter, Classroom Sex, Rough Kissing, first chapter, Top James Potter, Bottom Barty Crouch Jr., second chapter, Bottom James Potter, Top Barty Crouch Jr., Maybe Love????, Sex Toys, Bondage, Nipple Clamps, Pet Names, james potter has a big dick, Cock Rings, Barty likes to call James pet, Oral Fixation, Spit As Lube, Collars, Vibrators, Dom/sub, Aftercare, Anal Sex, Unsafe Sex, sunkiller, Barty Crouch Jr. is a Little Shit

summary:

Hate sex. With top James and bottom Barty in chapter one, and bottom James and top Barty in chapter two.

Barty was sitting under a tree in the courtyard; he was bored out of his mind; none of his friends were there, and who knows what they were doing. He looked around idly, and of course, James Potter just had to be there. And, unsurprisingly, he stood right smack bang in the middle of a group of girls. All fucking swooning over him. Barty scowled, standing up and striding over. "Look at you, James-golden-boy-Potter being a slut, as per usual." And James couldn't help but roll his eyes at Barty's snide remark. The Slytherin was always quick to provoke him, and today seemed to be no different. James felt a surge of annoyance rise within him as he watched Barty approach. "Always lurking around, aren't you, Crouch?" James shot back with a smirk, and his jaw clenched.

Barty folded his arms across his chest. "'Course I am, that's what I do, isn't it?" He drawls, eyeing all the girls that were standing around James like sheep to the shepherd. "You're just an attention whore, aren't you? Stringing them all along. Well, let me make something clear: you are not that attractive at all. Don't let the attention get to your head, golden boy." He snarled, aiming to stroll off. James could feel the anger boiling inside him as Barty's words hit their mark. He wasn't going to let Crouch get away with that kind of insult. Without thinking, James quickly stepped forward, grabbing Barty's arm and pulling him back towards him roughly. "You think you can just waltz in here and talk to me like that?" James growled, his face inches away from Barty's. Barty sneered, trying to wrestle out of James' grip. "Oh, I know I can, Potter; the fuck are you gonna do about it?" His lip was curled upwards as he glared at James, persistently trying to take a swing for him but still being restrained.

James couldn't stand the thought of anyone talking to him like that, especially not Crouch. With a determined look in his eyes, James tightened his grip on Barty's wrist and forcefully led him away from the group of girls and towards a more secluded spot. Once they were alone, James pushed Barty roughly against the stone wall. The impact made a loud thud as Barty's back hit the hard surface. Barty tried with all his might to get away from that arrogant prick of a man; kicking, it turns out, didn't work. Insulting him did nothing other than earn him a harsher treatment. As he was pushed against the wall, Barty gripped onto the collar of James' shirt. He didn't appreciate this Gryffindor wanker throwing him around like a rag doll, even if he did deserve it for being a prick. James leaned in closer, their faces inches apart now. "You've got a big mouth for someone who can't back it up," James sneered, his voice low. "What are you gonna do about it, Potter? What was going through your thick head when you brought me over here?" He practically spat the words onto James' mouth. "Probably nothing going on in that head at all." He taunted with a smirk, tightening his grip on Potter's collar.

James felt a surge of dominance overtake him as he countered Barty's taunts. He swiftly moved to grab Barty's hands, which were gripping his collar, pinning them above Slytherin's head against the stone wall with a firm grip. Their bodies pressed close together. James could feel the heat emanating from Barty, their breaths mingling in the tense atmosphere. "You talk too much for someone who can't seem to keep their hands to themselves," James growled lowly, his voice laced with a volatile mix of anger and something else.. desire. His eyes bore into Barty's with intensity, challenging him silently as his other hand trailed up Barty's chest.

Barty felt his cheeks flush slightly, but he would sooner bite his tongue than admit the Gryffindor's actions affected him in any way, even slightly. He tried to squirm away from James, but it only pushed them closer still and left him panting into the already small space between their lips. "If my mouth bothers you so much, Potter, why don't you make me keep it shut." Barty sneered, rolling his eyes even as his shirt hiked up his abs, with his movement entirely controlled. James couldn't help but feel a surge of satisfaction at his effect on Barty despite the Slytherin's attempts to remain aloof. He relished the challenge and refused to back down. His hand continued its slow trail up Barty's chest, feeling the warmth beneath his fingertips. Barty watched James' hand travel up his chest with low-lidded eyes. "What do you think you're doing?" Barty demanded although the look in his eyes showed something more passionate than annoyance ever could be. James couldn't help but feel a surge of satisfaction at his effect on Barty despite the Slytherin's attempts to remain aloof. His voice dropped to a husky whisper as he leaned in closer, their lips almost touching. "I'm teaching you a lesson, Crouch," James murmured, his tone filled with undeniable desire and dominance.

Barty's breath hitched almost unnoticeably, and he swallowed slightly. "This doesn't feel like a lesson, Potter." He hissed, his heartbeat rising a little faster. Barty tried to keep his eyes on James'; he really, truly tried, but he couldn't help that the Gryffindor's lips were so close and his gaze was wandering. Trying to kick Potter wasn't working either; in fact, it was keeping them closer more than anything. "I don't know why you think you are restraining me like this; just because everyone else is fucking obsessed with you doesn't mean you have any right to rag me around." Barty hisses a fuck ton of insults in James' face that were half-arsed and nowhere near as vile as when he genuinely wanted someone to fuck off. Barty's words stung, but James found himself drawn even closer to the challenge that Crouch presented. He reveled in Barty's defiance and arrogance, finding it only fueled his desires further. With a smirk playing on his lips, James brought his face even closer to Barty's, their noses almost touching as he whispered, "You're right, Crouch. I don't have any right," James murmured darkly, his grip on Barty's hands tightening slightly. With a sudden movement, he closed the remaining distance between them and captured Barty's lips in a searing kiss, cutting off any further insults or protests that might have escaped from the Slytherin's mouth.

Barty's mouth was already open to insult the Gryffindor when he was kissed, and he let out a quiet sound of surprise that turned into a groan. He tried to say something but gave in to the raging passion, kissing James back as hard as he could. Barty's arms were restrained, but his legs weren't, and he hiked his leg up around James' hip to pull him closer. As their kiss deepened, James felt the heat between them intensify. Barty's response was not what he had expected, but it only fueled the fire that had been simmering between them. Feeling Barty's leg wrap around his hip and pull him closer, James couldn't help but deepen the kiss even more. His free hand moved to grip Barty's waist firmly as they pressed against each other, consumed by a mix of desire and pent-up frustration that seemed to have been lingering beneath the surface all along.

When James' tongue slipped into his mouth, Barty couldn't help it. He'd always been a bit of a brat, and he wouldn't stop just because he was pinned to the wall with his arms held over his head. Barty lightly bit down on James' tongue, smirking against his mouth as he squirmed at the hand on his waist. "Is this what you wanted all along then? To snog me? Knew you were a slut." He taunted into James' mouth, even as he kissed him back fiercely. James couldn't help the sharp intake of breath as Barty bit down on his tongue, a mixture of pain and pleasure shooting through him. He was taken aback by Barty's brattiness but found it oddly enticing. Their kiss became more frantic, filled with passion and aggression as their bodies pressed against each other urgently. James could feel the heat radiating off Barty's body, igniting a fire within himself that he couldn't contain. With a growl against Barty's lips, James pulled away slightly to catch his breath, eyes dark with desire as he looked at the Slytherin. "You have no idea what I want," James breathed out heavily before crashing their lips together once again—

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Guilty Pleasure Master List

pairing: Barty Crouch Jr./James Potter

warnings: Explicit

words: 11,146

chapters: 2/2

ao3 tags: Hate Sex, They hate eachother, (like actually), Rough Sex, Possessive Barty Crouch Jr., Possessive James Potter, Classroom Sex, Rough Kissing, first chapter, Top James Potter, Bottom Barty Crouch Jr., second chapter, Bottom James Potter, Top Barty Crouch Jr., Maybe Love????, Sex Toys, Bondage, Nipple Clamps, Pet Names, james potter has a big dick, Cock Rings, Barty likes to call James pet, Oral Fixation, Spit As Lube, Collars, Vibrators, Dom/sub, Aftercare, Anal Sex, Unsafe Sex, sunkiller, Barty Crouch Jr. is a Little Shit

summary:

Hate sex. With top James and bottom Barty in chapter one, and bottom James and top Barty in chapter two.

originally published on ao3

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Chapter One

Chapter Two

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Like Real People Do Master List

pairing: Lily Evans x Mary MacDonald, Regulus Black x James Potter, plus some background ships (Rosekilller, Dorlene, Wolfstar)

warning: fluff, probably poorly written toddlers, tooth rotting fluff, angst, maybe some suggestive things

summary:

James and Lily's love story started in high school and continued into college. But their relationship took an unexpected turn when Lily became pregnant, and they realized while yes they still loved each other, they loved each other platonically, and they were better off as friends. But, they both agreed to be there for each other and be the best parents for baby Harry.

Meanwhile, Mary, Lily's lifelong best friend, has always harbored a secret love for her. As they explore their feelings for each other, James finds himself in a gay crisis as he realizes that he might be falling for his friend's brother.

(to be posted on ao3)

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Chapters coming soon!!

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Jegulus Headcanons

pairing: James Potter x Regulus Black

warnings: a mix of fluff and smut

notes:

I really hope you guys enjoy this short post, I am currently working on a shit ton of requests so keep a eye out for those 👀

James’ love language is words of affirmation and physical touch, while Regulus' love language is acts of service and quality time

The basic Regulus fell first. James fell HARDER, like the man was whipped

Regulus could say ANYTHING in French and James would get all smiley

If they’re studying together James will not be focused on that book, his eyes will be glued on Regulus

James loves kissing (ex; sloppy kissing, heated kissing, French kissing) Any kissing, James loves it all

Doesn’t matter which one, given the opportunity, they will tie the other to the bedpost with their ties

James loves his hair being played with and pulled, and Regulus loves to snake his hands in James' hair any chance he gets and of course loves to pull it.

The first time James heard Regulus giggle, it left him a little stunned and then pleaded for him to again

James will leave a trail of kisses all over Regulus' body if given the chance

It's very easy for Regulus to get James to beg for him, and he loves it; he loves hearing the desperation in James' voice

James loves to belt lyrics of his favorite songs. Mind you, his voice cracks with every verse, and he is very tone-deaf. Regulus hates himself for loving when James sings

It gets very heated in bed after quidditch games, and if their teams go against each it's just a little rougher (more than a little depending on who wins)

James loves praise like LOVES it (especially in bed)

Regulus loves to leave as many marks he can on James (ex; hickeys, bite marks, scratches)

James is very needy for physical touch

They both can be the biggest teases ever, but Regulus knows exactly what gets James going, like teasing touches in an area where James can't do anything about it

James loves to listen to Regulus read aloud and literally begs him anytime he sees him reading to read to him

Regulus is the biggest brat

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Heyyy, what’s The Prank abt cs I’m intrigued 🤞🤞MWAH🙈🙈

SO IK IT MIGHT SOUND LIKE THE MARAUDERS PRANK THING BUT ITS NO I SWEAR.

It’s actually a George Weasley × Gender Neutral Reader one shot request for my friend!!!

The plot is the twins’ prank backfired and it has lead to George and Reader stuck together 👏

George and the reader don’t know each other that well/at all so this is a sorta bounding experience, ALSO HAS A LOT OF FLUFF 👀

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so........ can we know about that rwrb wip.... :D :D

OF COURSE!!!

‘Baby I’m yours’ (Arctic Monkeys reference 🙈, honestly it was either that or a sixpence none the richer song title, lmao) is a Henry Fox x male reader one-shot request, with a tooth-rooting amount of fluff.

Most definitely not inspired by The Princess and the Bodyguard and First Daughter (lie it is, I'm a sucker for those movies, and a sucker for the royalty x bodyguard trope)

But really I don’t have a big plan for this but I do have some quotes and a few ideas I can share!

Henry wanting more physical affection yet he doesn’t want to overstep

“You have a soft spot for me, don’t you?” “I don’t.” “You answered too quickly for that to be the truth.”

“…This goes beyond what a usual bodyguard would do and I think you’re well aware of that.”

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❕ WIP TAG GAME ❕

Rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs

note: thank you so much @luainthewild for the tag 😽, though I dont think I know as many people as I have WIPs haha…. ANYWAY HERE WE GO!!!

Marauders Era ~

Sedated

Santa Baby

Just go with it

What A Shame

Golden Trio Era (HP) ~

5. The Prank (might change this?)

Marvel ~

6. O Holy Night

RWRB ~

7. Baby Im Yours (another one i might change)

Doctor Who ~

8. Give it to me

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tags: @slut4slytherinss

(I did say i don’t have many people to tag 😭)

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Do you intend to do more Daredevil and Marvel x Reader fics because one suggestion is for Reader to go to the Nelson family's Christmas party, which is kind of Matt's adoptive family and it would be family chaos and chaos, imagine when they announce the wedding

I do intend on making more Daredevil and marvel x reader fics! And that is a great suggestion, I will start working on it right away 👀

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‘O Christmas Tree

pairing: Pietro Maximoff

warnings: none!

word count: 844

notes:

Okay heres my last Christmas imagine I made back in 2021!

originally posted on Wattpad

Decorating the Christmas tree was always your favorite part of Christmas, especially among friends and family.

But, of course, none of the Avengers were in town around the time you wanted to set the tree up, or well, the ones who enjoyed setting it up weren't around, and the only person who was around was Pietro.

Wanda and Vision went on a vacation to who knows where, leaving Pietro behind to bother you during this holiday season. Of course, Pietro was the Grinch around the holidays because he never understood why he had to be thoughtful when getting a person a gift and why he couldn't just ‘speed through the holiday.’ as Tony likes to put it.

"What are you doing?" Pietro asked, looking down at you on the floor. "going through this box Clint gave me to see what we have for Christmas decorations." you said, pulling a tree skirt out of the box decorations, "wanna help?" you asked him. He scoffed, "I could decorate this tree within a second," "Oh come on, that would ruin the Christmas spirit." you said, getting up from your spot on the floor. "What is a Christmas spirit?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. "it's basically when someone's cheery and friendly around the holiday. And It seems like you don't have a Christmas spirit." "I'm cheery and friendly," Pietro argued. "Sure you are, but it's just when it's the holidays, your just a stuck-up grinch," you argued back, and he let a hmph. "it's just the holidays are so boring," he whined. "Then maybe for once, you won't use your speed to get stuff done in a second, and maybe you wouldn't be so bored." you said, "Okay, okay. Just for today, I will help you decorate without my powers to prove the holidays are still boring, with or without my speed." Pietro bargained, "Alright then."

You quickly put some Christmas classics on, and you told yourself the speedster probably wouldn't even last thirty minutes, but deep down, you hoped that he would and he would enjoy one of your favorite holidays. "What is first?" he asked. "Lights, here, take this," you answered, handing him a string of lights you had, and he strung them around the top while you worked on the bottom.

To your surprise, he got through the lights without his powers, and now you started with the actual ornaments. You gave him half of the ones in the box, and you got the other half, and he looked to be enjoying decorating the tree with you, and to think he was just telling you he would be miserable.

Pietro was finishing up with the ornaments as you walked over to the box of stuff to see what else there was when you noticed something shiny.

"Hey, speedy," you called out. Pietro turned to you, and you threw some silver tinsel in his direction, hitting him in the face. "Hey!" he laughed as he rushed over to you, wrapping you up in it, making you look like the tree, and you both let out laughs.

You managed to get out of the tinsel and put it onto the tree with a few candy canes, "What else do we have to do?" Pietro asked, looking over to you. "All we have left is the tree topper," you said, pointing over to the star that was resting on the table. "Alright, grab it and come over here." He instructed; confused about what he would do, you followed his order and quickly grabbed the star and walked over to him.

"Okay, ready?" he asked, and before you could say anything, he picked you up onto his shoulders so that you could reach the top; he held you sturdily so you were not to fall but was gentle while he held you up, you quickly put the topper on, and he set you down as softly as humanly possible.

Pietro looked in awe at the fantastic work the two of you had just completed, and you could feel your face start to heat up quickly, so you turned away so he would not see you, but that didn't work. "Hey, you alright?" he asked, trying to turn you around so you would face him. "Yeah, I'm fine," you replied, trying to control the redness of your cheeks. Pietro laughed at your attempts to hide your blush. "what?" you asked. "Nothing, nothing," He said with a pause. "it's just, thank you." he continued with a warm smile.

You paused for a second, confused as to why he was thanking you, and he seemed to notice your confused expression. "It's just thank you for getting me not to use my powers, 'cause I feel like if I did, I wouldn't get to experience the real 'Holiday spirit,'" he spoke, giving you a soft kiss on the cheek. You smiled and placed your hand in his before looking at the tree while the flickering lights softly illuminated your face.

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The Gift

pairing: Bucky Barnes x GN!Reader

warnings: none!

word count: 967

notes:

another something I wrote back In 2021 hah, and the end is very cheesy

originally posted on Wattpad

It was Christmas Eve, aka the day when people get last-minute gifts for others, which is such a hectic day. And of course, to your luck, you forgot to get a certain someone a gift. You've got the rest of the Avengers a gift; however, you forgot to get James Buchanan Barnes a gift; you had failed to get him something while you were out shopping before because every time you thought about what to get him, you panicked and pushed his name to the bottom of your list of people you had to get gifts for. Now, he was number one on the list. And now you couldn't push his name down.

It was only the morning, so you could probably leave the compound without anyone seeing you and stopping you to ask questions about where you were going in such a hurry.

You quickly pulled on the coziest pair of pants and socks you could locate and a nice sweater. You promptly hurried down the compound hall and headed to the door to grab your shoes and jacket when you paused to see James Barnes also grabbing his shoes and jacket; where could he be going? You thought, that's when he noticed you standing there. "Oh, hey, Y/N, you going out?" He asked, "Hey, uh, I have to go find a last-minute gift for someone," you responded, rubbing the back of your neck because you felt bad.

After all, the person you forgot to get something for was standing right before you, and you couldn't just tell him that. "You going to the city by any chance? Because I sorta forgot to get Steve and a couple of other gifts too.. " he uttered. Now you felt worse cause you were going to the city to get him something and you wanted the gift to be a surprise, but you couldn't just lie and say no, "Yeah, actually I am. Want to come with me?" you asked "sure" he answered with a soft smile so you grabbed your jacket and shoes and the two of you headed out the door.

It was almost noon when the two of you took a cab to the city because you both knew if you took one of Tony's many cars, you would never be able to find a parking space in the mess of people.

You and Bucky headed into the first store. "So, what do you have in mind for a gift for Steve?" you asked, "I was thinking of a wallet. The one he's got now is falling apart. What did you get him?" "Oh, I got him a new journal cause the one he's got now is almost full." The two of your conversations went as follows: Bucky talked about what he had in mind for gifts for your friends, and you told him what you got them.

It was almost four now, and the sun was starting to go down, and you still hadn't gotten a present for Bucky. "So, you never did tell me who you forgot to get a gift for because it seems you got one for everyone." Bucky asked, "Oh, it's just a family friend. You wouldn't know them." you lied. "Maybe I can help you pick something out." He asked. "Oh no, it's okay. I can find something," you said awkwardly because you didn't want him picking out his own gift that would make you feel even worse for pushing his gift off. "Alright, is it okay if we go into a couple more stores?" He asked, "Of course."

After going into the last couple of stores, you still hadn't gotten him anything. The main reason you've been stressed about getting him a gift mainly concerned the idea if you got him something he didn't like, and what if you got him something the others already gave him, and what if he already had it?

Now, you still didn't know what to do without a plan out asking him what he wanted, so that's what you did.

You and Bucky were heading towards a giant Christmas tree the city puts up every year when you decide to ask him the question. Before you got a chance to speak, he spoke up, "It was me you didn't get a gift for, wasn't it?" he asked, turning to look at you, "Yeah.. I forgot to get you something" you guilty said shifting your gaze unable to look him in the eyes "It's just I didn't know what to get you, and I didn't want to get you something you already had or didn't like, and Steve was busy every time I went out so I couldn't ask him-" you rambled on but were quickly cut off by Bucky grabbing your hand and softly clutching it "Hey it's okay, I got a gift from you already." Bucky said with a smile growing on his face.

"What? What do you mean you already got your gift?" you asked. "My gift from you was being able to be with someone I care for on Christmas or, well, Christmas Eve," he added. Quickly you started to tear up, you’d been so worried about what to get him and didn't bother to think about what he actually wanted, and it was to spend the time of the holidays with you. "oh Buck.." you whispered as you released your hand from his and pulled him into a warm embrace.

After a bit, the two of you pulled out of the hug and walked hand in hand around the city, enjoying the endless amount of Christmas decorations until it was time to head back to the compound.

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Twins’ prank backfires and George and you are stuck together due to it.

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ER on Christmas

pairing: Matt Murdock x GN!Reader

warnings: None!

word count: 774

notes:

I don't know any medical terms, so if any doctor things I wrote sound terrible, I'm genuinely sorry.

I also wrote this in 2021 but I thought I’d bring it back and post it here

originally posted on Wattpad

It was Christmas Eve, and of course, you had the night shift in the emergency room; you hated working holiday shifts because every time you did the only people who were to come in were drunks who got into fights and people with cooking burns.

So far, it was a slow night with some drunks here and there and no cooking burns; people must be eating out instead of cooking.

You were admiring the Christmas tree the hospital set up in the waiting room when two men came in; one had an arm slung over the others shoulder while his other hand held a guide cane, "Foggy, I'm fine." the one with the cane said as they arrived at the check-in desk. "Matt, you're not okay. I found you on the floor of your apartment-" The man supposedly named Foggy whispered yelled as you cut him off. "Hello, how may I help you two today?" you asked them. "Yeah, hi, I uh was wondering if you could give my friend Matt here a check-up. He uh-" "Fell. I fell in the apartment and he thinks I got hurt." Matt said, cutting Foggy off. "Okay, follow me, and I'll make you sure you didn't bruise or sprain anything," you say to Matt, offering a soft smile to his friend, who looked angry but also nervous for his friend.

Matt denied the wheelchair you offered him, so Foggy helped him make his way to an exam room because he could not put his weight onto one of his legs; Matt sat down on the table "okay, um, ill be right outside, okay, Matt." Foggy said as he left the room, leaving you and Matt, "Okay, can you take your shirt off so I can check to make sure nothing happened to your shoulders and ribs." You requested, "Alright." He said, unbuttoning his white button-up, revealing his upper body.

As you were checking his shoulders for and sprains, you decided to make conversation with him so it'd be less awkward than just examing this poor man in silence, "So Matt, you got a last name?" You asked, moving your hands down more near his collarbone. "Murdock." He answered, not paying any mind to your desperate act of trying to make conversation because he didn't even want to be there in the emergency room at almost midnight on Christmas eve. "Alrighty, Matt Murdock I’m going to exam your ribs now, okay," "You're wasting your time; I'm fine." He uttered, and you sighed, "Listen, I know you don't want to be here, but your friend out there thinks you might've hurt yourself, so let me just finish up examing your ribs, and I'll let you go and just tell your friend you need pain killers and rest, okay?" You said continuing with the exam, and he didn't reply.

After a couple of seconds, Matt spoke up, "You know what, I never did get your name." He asked, "Y/N, my name is Y/N," you answered. "So Y/N, do you have any plans for Christmas?" "Nope, no plans. What about you?" You asked, moving your focus to his other side. "I have no plans either." He replied.

You were happy, to say the least, that he started talking to you, but your happiness soon faded when you touched a specific spot on his side, Matt flinched at the pain and you could tell something was wrong. "Matt, were you punched?" You asked, "Uh, yeah. I sorta got mugged; they probably thought I was an easier target because I'm blind." he responded, "Matt, you should've told me this earlier." you sighed, "I hoped you at least showed them whos boss." you joked, and Matt laughed "I managed to get a few hits in."

"Alright, Matt, you can put your shirt back on; you're not seriously hurt. You have a bruised side; I'm recommending you take ibuprofen and put ice on the area to relieve pain, and do not wrap anything tight around your ribs while they are healing." You recommended as Matt rebuttoned his shirt.

As you were about to leave the room, Matt spoke up, "Oh Y/N, if you're still not doing anything tomorrow for Christmas, would you like to come with me to dinner at the Panna II Garden in the East Village around six?" he asked, "Sure, I'd love to." you responded to him as you left the room.

Maybe working the night shift on Christmas eve wasn't such a bad thing.