Everyone Talks About How Remus Could Pull Regulus To The Light Side.

The Marauders, at some point, managed to make all the bathrooms produce intense classical music whenever someone was using them. It took the teachers months to figure out how they did it. Because they tend to always use more complicated spells for the simplest things.

Percy and Oliver is autism x adhd couple but I will argue that Percy has adhd while Oliver has autism

Hiccup being dramatic AND buff Astrid (as she should be) because that is the best dynamic ever and I will fight to the death on it.

Moonwater Micro Fic, NSFW, 892 Word Count,

Pt. 1 found here

Important Tags: Lingerie, d/s dynamics, implied subspace

A/N: This ran away from me a little bit… it’s longer than intended. It will eventually get cross posted onto AO3.

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Regulus considers himself a patient person… well, on the outside, at least.

Now though, as he sits on the end of Remus’ gaudy gryffindor bed while the other gets changed in the bathroom, he finds himself bouncing his leg and chewing on his lip. Not in nervousness, no, rather… anticipation.

He’s had this idea for a while; wrapping his lover in delicate fabrics and watching him squirm. Regulus could not even begin to describe the pulsing, throbbing heat he felt coiling in his core at just the image of pretty lace caging Remus’ cock.

“Reg?…” he looks up, Remus sneaking up on him while he was lost in his own desire, “I feel a bit ridiculous, admittedly.”

Regulus lets a soft smile overtake his features, reaching forward and pulling Remus in by the hip, “I think you look amazing, sweet boy.”

Remus is splotchy with a pretty red flush from his face down to his chest. His fingers pull nervously at a bit of lace falling across his thigh, “I— I really like it. Thank you, sir.”

“Yeah?” Regulus questions, breathless, as the pad of his thumb brushing across a covered nipple, “I do too, the light blue really suits you.”

His eyes trail down the rest of Remus’ form, taking in the way the elastic cuts into the softer parts of his body. He runs a finger just above the waistband of the panties, Remus’ prick twitching against his stomach from where it peeks out.

“I’m going to keep you standing, love,” Regulus looks up at him, their eyes meeting as he speaks. It’s not a question, Remus will stay standing until Regulus tells him otherwise, or else he’ll find himself sorely disappointed.

“Alright,” Remus lets out a stuttering breath, the first sign that he’s starting to slip beneath that soft, comforting surface he loves so much.

Regulus finds his eyes trailing back down, running the tip of his finger through the precum gathering in Remus’ slit. “Look at you, Rem… you’re so good for me.”

Regulus finds himself becoming a bit breathless with the fulfillment of such a long standing fantasy. He can’t help himself as he pulls down the front of Remus’ panties just enough to lightly grip his prick.

He makes sure his hold is feather light, not wanting to give Remus quite what he’s expecting just yet, “Do you have any ideas for what I should do to you, pet?”

Remus’ eyes are focused intently on where Regulus’ fingers are wrapped around him, “Your mouth? Please?”

Regulus chuckles, “I should’ve expected that.”

He lowers himself down onto his stomach, his feet dangling over the edge of the bed as he becomes perfectly eye level with Remus’ crotch.

“Can you remind me what our word is, love?” He’s looking up at him again, this time through full, dark lashes.

“Snitch,” he clearly speaks, knowing that for just a moment he needs to be the one to reassure his partner.

“Good boy, Remus,” Regulus kitten licks right across his tip, causing the other to take in a sharp breath, “I want your hands to stay on your chest, love. Can you do that for me?”

Remus nods but aborts the movement as a small ‘Yes sir’ tumbles from his mouth, cradling his hands to his chest.

Regulus takes him halfway into his mouth, pressing his tongue flat against the underside. He starts slow, bobbing his head at a consistent pace just on the edge of too slow.

“Reg—“ his hips twitch forward minutely.

He backs off, “that’s not right, Rem,” he scratches lightly across Remus’ perineum, a shiver overtaking him.

“Sorry, s-sir,” he’s breathless, the flush letting off heat that Regulus can feel from his spot below him.

Regulus hums in recognition, lowering himself to take Remus into his mouth again, starting much quicker than the time previous.

Remus whimpers but Regulus continues, taking him as far into his mouth as he can and swallowing around him. He feels rather than sees the next twitch of Remus’ hips, knowing the other’s limit is nearing.

He pulls off with a wet pop, licking his lips and stroking as he starts speaking, “You’re doing so good, just keep those hands up, okay?”

Remus nods, eyes watering and knuckles clenched impossibly tight where they’re cradled in front of his flushed chest, “Can I cum please?”

“Of course you can, sweet boy,” Regulus takes him down again, swirling and swallowing around him until he feels the muscles spasm in Remus’ legs.

He feels it as soon as cum covers the back of his throat, pulling himself back just enough to open his mouth and let the last bit collect on his tongue. He pushes himself up off his stomach and grabs Remus’ face, pushing his tongue into his mouth and messily transferring the contents between them.

Remus whimpers into his mouth, but swallows down what he can.

Regulus hums in satisfaction, eyes glinting as he notices the fists still resting on his chest, “Merlin Remus, you listen so well. You’re so perfect.”

Remus lets his head fall onto Regulus’ shoulder, “Can I put ‘em down now?”

“Yeah,” He’s slightly breathy in his reply, watching as his lover encloses his arms around his waist “I love you…”

“Love you too, Reg.” Remus mumbles into his shoulder, tightening his grip around his waist, “so much.”

The perfectionist in me wants to die on the 2nd of march at exactly 8:30 in the morning (when I was born) so I go out of this world at the same time I came into it.

don't misunderstand my "Remus is a whore" as a "Remus has can flirt" EVERYTHING is an accident, he's just THE pathetic dork and people around him are into it, he has never gotten a clue and that just makes him irresistible

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Rosekiller bite mark tattoos🧎

Evan also gives barty piggy back rides in public places and it's scary bc they're both so fucking tall

All I'm currently thinking about is Remus sending Harry three presents a year that have always managed to get past the Dursleys. One on Harry's birthday, one on Halloween and one on Christmas.

All signed

Love from 🌙

The invisibility cloak was the first present Harry got from this 🌙 that actually came with a letter. Remus had been using it before to hide from the ministry.

If he couldn't take Harry in, because he wouldn't be able to support him financially, because he was a werewolf, because he was chronicly ill, because he was running from the literal government. He can damn well send him some presents that Harry actually gets to keep.

When was someone going to tell me about the Italian Barty Crouch Jr. tag on ao3. Or just Italian Barty in general.

I'm dead. I'm gone. This is everything I will ever need.

Join me in the beauty that is Italian Barty.

Do I want Robert Sean Leonard, Do I want to be Robert Sean Leonard or Do I want to be adopted by Robert Sean Leonard