Remus, Not Even Realising That The Extreme Urge To Mate Around His Birthday Isn't Because Regulus Makes

Hiccup has been having trouble with his prosthetic so Astrid finds a way to help a little

To make up for the angst that @read-reblog-repeat just posted that broke my heart, here is some smut that will be in the 10 bllu children book because the first chapter isn't finished but I really want to give you guys a peek.

Warning smut from here on out with trans Remus (Don't want or like, don't read simple)

Words: 412

Moans full of pleasure filled the bedroom, getting higher in pitch and volume as Regulus reached down to rub Remus’ clit, continuing to thrust inside him as deep as he could go, his grip on Remus’ thighs the only reason he wasn't sliding up the bed.

Regulus couldn’t stop from groaning as Remus scratched his nails down his back, creating gorgeous pleasure pain to course through his body. Regulus bit and sucked at all the skin he could reach, paying extra attention to the spots that made Remus most vocal. He soon found himself getting closer and closer to his orgasm, groaning through harsh breaths he forced himself to pull out, so he wouldn’t cum inside. Immediately scooting down the bed, wrapping an arm around his thigh, to keep Remus in place, and starting to lick and suck at Remus’ clit, before he could whine about no stimulation, every now and then pushing his tongue inside, as he jacked himself off with his other hand.

Remus was crying with pleasure, his werewolf senses making everything all the more sensitive. He suddenly felt Regulus tense and felt more than heard the loud moan he let out as he found himself climaxing. Unintentionally edging Remus as he stopped to catch his bearings, leaving Remus to cry in frustration because of how close he had been. Regulus was quick to shush him by using his now free hand to enter two fingers, instantly finding and rubbing at his g spot. Remus was so close, so impossibly close, with Regulus sucking, licking and fingering him, but just as he was about to cum, he stopped all his movements again.

Remus was about to yell at Regulus that he wasn't in the mood for edging kind of sex today, when his ears and mind started to cooperate. The sound of tapping at the window drowned out their heavy panting. Remus looked over at the window and saw an owl, looking a little frazzled, holding a letter in its beak. ‘I swear to Merlin if you get up to get that letter and don't get me off right now. I will slap you.’ Remus gritted out, hating how desperate he was feeling, when the moment had clearly been ruined. ‘What if it’s important?’ Regulus questioned as he rubbed his hands up and down Remus’ thighs. ‘Since when has anyone, ever, sent us anything important?’ Remus panted, squirming as Regulus’ hands got extremely close to where he wanted them.

I'm sorry (not really) to all my favourite characters who have been put through the ringer either in their actual media or just because of my deranged little mind, your sacrifice is greatly appreciated.

My obsession with top gear is still going strong and I'm like...

What if Jeremy Clarkson took one look at the height differences between him and Richard Hammond and was like this is comedy gold and hired him on the spot. Yes, he took into consideration everything else, but he couldn't stop thinking about the height difference between them and all the short jokes he was going to make.

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.”

Remus skinny grandpa sweaters Lupin is hiding a tiny slutty waist and pretty boney hips that Regulus loves leaving bite marks on

Naked Remus Lupin riding the thiccc Quidditch-player thigh of a still clothed Regulus, leaving his pussy juices all over that expensive fabric. Begging so pretty to be allowed to cum.

Barty may have been fucking insane but he was also a genius who scored 12 O’s for OWLS without breaking a sweat

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