pls pls pls i need smth else for cowboy remus im going insane
oh my god of course, he’s soooo fine. AND HIS DICK IS LITERALLY SO BIG I JUST KNOW IT
warnings: throatfucking, one use of “daddy”, a tad bit of degrading
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he bends over to grab another nail, hammering into the broken barn’s door. his jeans spread thin around his ass at the movement, revealing every curve and crevice his body has to offer. you suck a sharp breath inwards, thighs feeling warm.
“you almost done?” you ask, leaning against the wall as you wait.
“soon, darlin’” he says, words thick with his southern drawl. it drives you nuts.
you step forward, deciding to take matters into your own hands. “need you, remus,” you say, leaning your body closer, tits brushing his back.
he stiffens.
“watching you is making me so horny.” you lean close still, pussy grinding against his leg.
“need to finish this, baby,” he says, but you can feel the resolve melting out of him as you rub your soaked panties against his jeans.
“please, daddy?” you press your lips under his ear, nibbling on his earlobe.
you know the response before he says it. “fine.”
a grin spreads across your face, fingers immediately reaching to undo your shirt and toss it carelessly to the ground, exposed tits bouncing freely.
“but,” he puts up one finger, stopping you from stripping further. “i do have to finish. you can suck me off ‘til i’m done.”
you nod obediently, sinking to your knees in front of him. your hands fumble with his belt, dark jeans falling to the floor. you pull down his boxers and his cock springs free, giant and hard. he’s the biggest you’ve ever seen, bigger than what you’ve seen on your phone. your walls squeeze deliciously at the sight of him.
you delicately push him into your mouth, fingers moving south to cup his balls. above your head, he continues with the barn door.
saliva drips down your chin and onto your throat as you try to recuperate with his enormous size in your mouth. you wrap a hand around him, rubbing up and down his length.
a soft groan escapes his lips.
you gently tug on his balls and are rewarded with a small twitch of his cock. taking this as encouragement, you swirl your tongue around his tip, sliding your lips up and down his shaft.
you feel the moment he gives up on the door, hammer dropping to the floor. he grabs a handful of your hair and thrusts into you, tip slamming into the back of your throat. desperation leaks down your legs as spit leaks out your mouth.
“so fucking tight,” he groans, words slurred and needy. “slutty little throat taking me so good.”
you whimper at the growl in his words. tears slide down your cheeks as he fucks your throat harder, air unattainable and unimportant.
his cock jerks once, twice, and releases, hot ropes of cum shooting down your throat. he pulls out of you with a pant, dick spreading remnants of his cum in your face.
he leans down, finger wiping the creamy liquid off the corner of your lip. “did so good, baby.”
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the rosier siblings give me major californian energy sorry... they're from venice beach and pandora is the crystal-slinging sunkissed hippie who's always drinking disgusting activated-charcoal smoothies. meanwhile evan is the evil silicon valley "productivity" guy with zero human emotions who is actually also consuming just as many Erewhon superfoods. pan is making him mugwort tea.
the black brothers & the evans sisters are all new england born-and-bred, except lily is the only one with the wide gingham headbands and the pressed plaid skirts and the sparkling 4.0 GPA that she'll keep bleeding for until it gets her out of the suburbs
barty is the mayor's ex-son from a tiny West Virginia township nestled deep in the mountains of rural Appalachia. it's been years since he got out but he's still got coppermouth vipers and dagger moths tattooed all down his back….. and you can sometimes hear a nearly imperceptible stringy twang undercutting his syllables……more ragged than it is rasping......
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Okay but rockstar Sirius au (i have too many fic ideas, so accept a textpost for now - yes its in the works)
Random fan: *shows Reg a picture of Si* you can't tell me he's not hot as hell! Tell me you wouldn't let him do whatever he wanted to you
Regulus, deadpan: that's my fucking brother
Random fan: ...
Random fan: can you introduce me?
Regulus: can you drop dead?
James: REGGIE NO-
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sirius passed remus his cigarette, watching him put it between his lips with shaking hands and inhale. he closed his eyes, smoke coming out through his nose and twisting into strange shapes in the air.
he leaned forward, brushing blonde curls out of hazel eyes and a bead of sweat off his forehead with the pad of his finger. the moonlight gave remus’ soft face angles, and gave his eyes a strange, mysterious glint, that they didn’t usually have.
“you’re beautiful,” sirius said in a low voice. “fucking gorgeous, remus.”
“thank you,” remus answered, although he didn’t seem to believe that, but he smiled at his words nonetheless. “you too.”
they sat in silence for a while, until remus held his hand out and sirius took the cigarette, lacing their fingers together. he took a long, lazy drag and brought remus’ face close to his, chin cupped and eyes widened, and blew the smoke against remus’ lips. he sucked a sharp breath in, and sirius closed the distance between them, their mouths smokey and warm all at once.
when they pulled away, remus blew out smoke. sirius’ eyes did not leave his face, mesmerised by the part of his lips and by the long eyelashes that fluttered against the soft skin of his cheek.
he was beautiful. absolutely ethereal. undoubtedly, unquestionably.
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