Warnings: Fem!reader, Established Relationship

Warnings: fem!reader, established relationship

Requested by @swvaxq

12:00. Midnight.

Charlie waits patiently for her in the cave. The Dead Poets cave. If his friends knew what he was doing they were going to kill him. But she was worth it. A ruffle of trees reached his ears that was accompanied by her swearing under her breath. He laughed fondly. God that girl was something else. He laid his coat down and drew the picnic basket closer as she entered the small place.

The smell of her hit him first. Roses and faint jasmine here and there. The sight of her came second. She had slightly curled her hair and had tried to pin them in place so as to not tangle in tree branches, being kept away from her beautiful face allowing him to admire it without a hint of resend. Leaves adorned them as long as her clothes and a large puddle of mud where in her left leg, staining her trousers.

"Rough journey?" He asked jokingly as she approached him.

"Yes," she said proudly matching his wit with her own, slightly raising her chin and answering " I had to cross the dens of Hell, just to see you".

"Well then, you must really love me."

"That I do," she said as she kissed him softly on the lips.

"For what it's worth I love you too."

"True, but you are obsessed too because what logical person on this planet would beg for forty minutes to meet him in the cave just because he missed me? You and possibly a serial killer."

He laughed at her. And drew her closer. Kissing her lips, making her lose her breath then her cheeks, her nose as it scrunched in distaste, hating being kissed there and then her forehead.

They stayed quiet, enjoying the peace and tranquillity they had as she tucked her head under his chin and buried her face in the corner of his neck. When he darted drawing his hands up and down in her sides she started squirming.

Ticklish, he presumed, a nice fact to keep in mind for later, he thought.

"Are you hungry, my dear?"

"Starving, should we go out and haunt deer or rabbits? But be aware I could eat one me you should multiply everything you thought we should catch with two." She said not missing a bit.

He opened his picnic basket which was filled to the brim with all kinds of food. And asked her.

"This seems enough?"

She threw a questioning glance there, calculating and mumbling "Should be enough"

She grabbed one of the sandwiches that were filled with cucumber and some kind of cream cheese that she loved, and practically inhaled it.

She wasn't kidding when she said she was starving, he thought.

When they were done with the sandwiches and they downed over two glasses of water and then found the small taper that contained crème brûlée. Her favourite dessert in the world. He really knew her better than the back of his hand. And he had missed her. Hellton had arranged them so many term exams the last two weeks and he couldn't care less about them or his grades but his friends were adamant about trying and so he did just that. But now he was here, with her and that seemed to be the only thing that mattered at the moment.

The look of happiness on her face was the only thing that somewhat brightened his heels days and weeks. He knew they didn't have enough time and he would have to return soon back to his dorm. Just five more minutes, he kept saying to himself over and over, like a little child that did not want to separate from his friends yet.

Edit: this was so hard to write because I kept losing myself to the scenario 😂... why am I like this? Also probably this won't get many views but who cares?

Warnings: the usual

So I am obsessed with sailing because here in Greece is kinda a big thing and especially to my family....

And of course this results in much ✨maladaptive daydreaming✨.

Basically in a sailing boat there can be a lot of tension. That is because you have to do something really fast and in the correct way, such as tie a knot or raising sails (? I don't know the correct terminology in English). Also what your captain says is law. In the sea first comes your captain and then your God, that is an actual saying poorly translated.

Either way, now imagine how attractive it is to having a young captain. And having to do everything he orders. Watching him drive the boat while being so relaxed and chill, radiating big dick energy and his whole body language screaming I know what I am doing and I know I am the best at it. Watching his fingers dance with the rope as he ties it or how his muscles flex while raising sails and trimming them according to the weather.

One of my favorite fake scenarios is the following.

Imagine you and one of your best friends set sail. The weather isn't ideal but you have traveled in worst conditions. You both have licenses as captains for a sailing boat. Yet something happens and he raises his voice at you at some point, like "get down from there now" or "are you crazy let it go" (yelling something in a boat is only in a matter of safety). Yet after that you are both at an icy mood for a while. Until the bomb explodes...

"Why did you think you can yell at me like this? I know what I am doing, God damn it."

"You know I didn't mean to."

"Yet you did. Why?"

"Because you could have hurt yourself."

"Oh please."

"You could. I- your safety comes first and you know that."

"I was being caref-"

"No you weren't. I don't want lose the person I love the most in the world because she is so stubborn. "

"I am not being stubborn."

At this point, he grabs your face and kisses you until you lose your breath. Both of your hands roaming each other's body as it coated with sea salt and radiates the heat of the sun.

He lays you on the flattest surface available on the boat and then proceeds to tie your hands up with the nearest rope, making a bowline knot. The one that only he can undone because it is one of the sturdiest knots. And then tying your hands on the mast. Letting your feet to dangle as he removes your clothes and starts worshipping your body, whispering in your skin "I wanted to do this for so long." (aahhh why can't this happen to me?)

And so the fun begins. He starts by nibbling your lips, kissing along your jaw moving downwards, towards your neck. Finding all the sweet spots and sucking them, biting them and licking them to sooth the pain.

His eyes will fly to your face as he kisses your collarbones and removes the top piece of your swimsuit. Letting the air hit you bare breasts, your nipples hardening as he places his tongue in one of them. His hot breath hitting the rest of your chest. He draws it into his mouth gently bitting down as one of his hands goes to your other breast, massaging it, playing with it and lightly slapping it, while marking them up.

After when he deems his work done there. He puts his hand on your lower stomach. Moving it underneath your swimsuit and entering you with one finger. Then he draws circles in your clit, as the one finger turns into two and then into three. His face would hover over your all the time, studying and learning all your reactions to his movements.

And just before you are about to come undone... " no no no, it won't be that easy, I want these ladders for legs to choke me as you cum"

Swiftly he moves towards where he is needed most. Removing your last piece of clothing and marking up your thighs. While placing them on his shoulders. His breath fanning your cunt before he delves his tongue inside. Lapping up every drop of your precum. Mouthing, sucking and pretty much making out with your lower lips. Eating you out with a great intensity like a starved man that finally found his favorite meal (maybe he did 😏).

And true to his word. He never stops. Even as you legs close and try to imprison him there. Most men at that would stop, in need for oxygen but not him. He just smiles and groans, letting the vibrations drive you crazy as your pussy pulses. When you cum, he is right there. Not stopping his movements until your body stops shaking.

Edit: I am officially in need of therapy

do you take request?? thankss

Yes I do!!!

Some fluff to change things up....

Requested by a friend @swvaxq

I slowly unlock the floor for my apartment and enter the hallway and a chubby cat races to greet me.

"Hey, cheddar. What did you do today, you orange devil?" I ask my cat fondly.

"A mess is what he did." Remus's voice sounds out from the kitchen.

As I head to the kitchen, I see that he has made my favourite food along with a chocolate cake with a chocolate dressing that will definitely give us a sugar high later. My target though is him. I wrap my arms around his torso tightly and without missing a beat he does the same. After a few minutes, he tries to draw back to see my face without breaking our embrace. But he is unable to do so since I have buried it in his chest trying to get as much comfort as possible.

"Bad day?" He asks quietly as he places kisses on my forehead and rubs his hands along my spine.

"Bad week " I respond with a small voice that is muffled in my hiding space.

"Want to talk about it, love?

"Not really"

"What can I do to make you feel better then? Want to hear the disaster that your devil of a pet caused?

"No," I say while chuckling, "don't call my baby that. Only I am allowed to do so."

"What do you want then?"

"Cuddles."

"Do you want to head up in bed, have dinner there and watch that movie you must have memorized by now? Hmm?"

A "yes" is all he needs before he gets back to work. Grabbing two plates full of food and giving me to carry the chocolate cake. As we enter our room he leaves the plates and the plate on our nightstands and uploads the movie on the TV as I get rid of my clothes and change them with one of his old soft T-shirts, which was well-worn and well-loved.

"Let's get in bed, yeah?"

I crawl under the duvet and cuddle into his chest. We eat quietly as the film begins. It's the only one that will make me laugh no matter what. The one that I can recite by heart and probably will for the rest of my life. I feel a nice kind of warmth from the inside. God, I love him.

"Rem?"

He hums back engrossed with the movie even though I have made him watch it what must be a thousand times.

"Thank you"

"For what, sweetheart?"

"Everything"

"I love spoiling and taking care of you, you know that. That's what I am here to do, dovey." He says back, looking into my eyes in such a living way that betrays every emotion he feels. Love, contentment, happiness, worry.

"Shall we eat the cake then?"

"I thought you would never ask."

The cake is finished within short minutes. And the movie plays in the background but I can not focus on it. My eyes drop from exhaustion and sleep threatens to take me with him. In the safety of Remus' arms as his heartbeat calms me more than any movie would. Though I would never tell him that he will never let me live it down and tease me endlessly about it. I smile lightly just as I begin to fall asleep and feel a gentle kiss being placed on my hairline. The last thing I hear is…

"Sleep well, my dove. I love you."

Warnings: minors do not interact, smut, in a closet, remus eating pussy religiously while having fem!reader in his shoulders, obsessed Remus (super smelling kinda thing due to lycanthropy), fluffy at the end...

The bell rang.

Thank God class is over.

I walk back to my dorm where Stella will be waiting for me for our study date. My pace is hurried as I want to escape the crowded halls. People bump into me as I try to navigate through them. A hand grabs me and shoves me into one of the many janitor closets.

It's so dark I can not make anything out. A tall presence looms so close that I can feel a hot breath on my face. The familiar scent that wraps around me betrays him in an instant. Remus, all 6'5 inches of him, is so extremely close. My back rests on the cold stone wall, as he dips down and tilts my chin with his fingers as he kisses me.

The kiss starts off slow and sweet but when he deems it enough, after he has turned me into a human puddle, he pushes me roughly against the wall and my mouth opens as I gasp. He takes this as an invitation, and slips his tongue inside my mouth, dominating the kiss. He bites my lip and lets it pop.

"God I missed you," he says as he starts kissing my jawline and leaving hickeys down my throat. "You saw me two hours ago," I say back.

"Don't care, want you" he whispers as he hooks his hands in my thighs and pats me gently there. So I jump and let my legs wrap around his waist.

"Stay quiet" he commands and rips my uniform open, letting both our jackets drop to the ground and popping open my shirt, letting the buttons fly everywhere. He shoots me a devilish smile that looks downright wolfish and opens the clasp of my bra, removing it and then massaging my breasts.

Breathy moans leave as he bites my nipple and circles the other. "I thought I told you to stay quiet" he whispers with a particularly harsh suck and twists my other nipple. My back straightens as he places both his hands under my tits, pushing my almost bare back against the wall, and gives them his undivided attention. My hips roll against his unconsciously and my head knocks into the wall while I bite my bottom lip to stay quiet.

"I can smell you, you know. Your arousal and I can pinpoint the exact moment you are turned on. It drives me crazy, trying to contain myself and not take you against every possible surface, even bend you over a desk. Do you know the effect you have on me? The way you drive me crazy, the way you leave me throbbing each time you argue with me?" These words were delivered directly onto her skin as he left a hot trail of kisses towards her centre.

He placed her on his shoulders with a swift lift manhandling her clothed cunt directly in his face. Winking at her and then burying his face underneath her school skirt. Kisses and long licks were delivered in her panties. Teasing her as always. "Remus", was the soft sigh that seemed to have been screamed to her roaring ears and encouraged him to continue.

"My God, you are dripping. I have to taste you now." He hummed, letting the vibrations of his voice draw out muffled moans. He bit her panties and tore them with his teeth. As soon as his tongue came in contact with her bare skin he moaned and tightly grabbed her ass, bringing her as close as possible. His tongue entered her and she fisted her hands with his soft curly locks. He pressed his tongue flat against her clit after he licked her up and down, collecting anything he got in the way. Her back arched. He started moving it in figure-eights and her hands tried to find something to steady herself. Her hands brushed the ceiling.

Her hands brushed and scratched the ceiling.

It was as if a silent conversation was happening between the two of them. Every one of his actions caused such loud reactions, making him pick up his pace.

"Rem- I … close… please". Her toes curled and scratched his back as her knees raised. The only thing keeping her in place was the wall and his hands that pushed her against his face so he could devour her. As she came he continued eating her out making her see pure bliss. As she calmed down he set her to her wobbly legs and started dressing her. When he was done he let her rest on him until she gained some of her strength. "Kiss" she demanded. He chuckled as he kissed her lips and her forehead, mouthing "bossy as always".

"Don't you-" she asked.

"No, I got all I need. Plus, I'll see you later, won't I?"

Yeah, yeah he would. She couldn't contain herself from all the things she imagined that he would possibly do to her. She shuddered and answered "See you at 10, dear" as she made to exit the closet and threw a kiss his way. Her escape though was cut short as he wrapped his hands around her middle and brought her to his front. Tickling her side and dropping kisses on her neck and shoulders. Her laugh echoed in the small room that barely fitted them both and he basked in her happiness.

I wish I will be able to hear this sound for the rest of my life.

The thought scared him but didn't catch him by surprise. He had thought about it before. She was his equal in every way. And one day… he would have the courage to propose with his mother's ring that he kept hidden in one of his drawers.

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idk if you take requestss butt could you do regulus black x reader? i'm wondering how make out with him will be 👀

Im sorry its kina short and angsty

The soft glow of the fireplace illuminates the whole room. Breathy sighs and laughs escape from the two young teenagers that are hidden beneath the covers trying to escape their reality. Regulus is soft and gentle as he runs them along the slopes of her body. His safe place. The news of the war reached them a few hours ago. Voldemort has already ordered his ranks to attack Diagon Ally the following morning. Regulus has to be among them and yet all he could think about was to rush back to her. Back to his home.

He found her where she usually was. On the couch curled up in a fluffy blanket watching a movie being too restless to read a book. Once his eyes fell upon her, he threw himself on top of her and kissed her as if she was the only thing keeping him alive. Tearing their clothes and carrying her bridal style on their bed. He delivered her one orgasm after the other feeling the need to take out all his frustration on her and she gladly accepted it. Now the afterglow and the look of bliss that portraited her face was his only saving grace. He held her in his arms trying to protect her from everything that was against their love. The world's of his mother flashed bitterly in his mind.

Who will ever love you, the way you are?

She did, mother, he wanted to say. She still does, but not for long. Not after she realizes what I am planning to do but I have to … I have to protect her, I need her to be happy and that can only happen when she will be safe and the war is over.

Such thoughts flooded his head as he tried to memorise every inch of her. He had made his decision. He held her close against his chest, letting her hear his frantic heartbeat and feel his breath fan her face, lulling her to sleep.

He waited and waited and waited to find the courage to dispatch himself from her warm and loving embrace but could not find the strength to do it. She was everything to him. She always will be.

After long hours that felt like mere minutes, he got out of bed, covered her with the duvet and placed a soft kiss on her forehead mouthing "I do it for you, my love". He left the letter he wrote over two months ago and placed his locket in his throat, the one that had a picture of her caught mid laughter, when her eyes lit up and scrunched slightly from how much her happiness could overtake her whole face. He exited their room quietly, shooting one last glance at her, the love of his life, while she slept peacefully oblivious, not knowing what was going to happen. He apparted to his pre arranged meeting place with his dutiful elf, Kreacher.

"Are you ready, Master Regulus?" He asked with a screechy voice.

"As ready as I ever will be."