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lowkeychenle · 3 months

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HELLO MY DEAR I WOULD LIKE TO MAKE A REQUEST PLEASE 🌹 thought abt this classic scenario w chenle and immediately thought of ur writing hehe so like.... a fic where y'all go to your parents' house to visit and you stay the night and chenle's been eyeing you all day and now ofc he's horny as hell and the cliche of fucking when ur parents are right next door and trying not to be heard commences 😈 bonus points when ur jokingly trying to put up a front of "noooo its so wrong" but chenle knowsss you'll fold eventually and melt bc of his kisses and be putty in his hands.... also when his dirty talk is all like "i knew u wanted this" and how ur so dirty for seducing him and doing this when ur parents are right in the next room and can hear u and he has to put his hand over ur mouth to cover the noise (when its literally his fault like 🤨) anyways i know you'll come out w something amazing as always so thank you in advance my love 💓

- mari

oh my god hello this took me thirty freaking years I'm SOOOO sorry but I'm here and I tried to write this so plzzzz let me know if this is awful :D (plz I wrote this in like an hour last night i haven't written chenle smut in so long i was going through withdrawals)

Description: You and Chenle visit your family, and things get frisky idk y'all lol this was a request :D

Genre: Smut *MDNI*

Word Count: 2,165

Pairing: Zhong Chenle x Reader

Content Warnings: Chenle says pretty girl, slut, mentions of the possibility of being caught by parents, orgasm denial, a mirror is involved, teasing, yk the drill LOL it's all here yay

Juliet's Masterlist | thoughts are appreciated loll

smut below the cut!

All you wanted to do was have a seamless visit with your parents. You and Chenle were going to stay there for the weekend since you hadn’t seen your family in a while, so you figured your boyfriend would be on his best behavior. Oh, how wrong you were.

It started off simple—quick smacks on your ass, resting his warm hand on your thigh while his thumb rubs your skin. You refuse to give him the satisfaction of knowing his attempts to turn you on are working, so you opt to ignore him completely.

It doesn’t work. He pushes and pushes your limits until you have to swat him away from you. Your last straw was when his touch trailed over to your inner thigh, up, up, up until his fingertips brushed your clothed core. You jolted so hard, you startled your parents at the dinner table. Chenle, of course, thought it was hilarious. He’d been wanting you bad all day, and it wasn’t his fault you wore a skirt.

What’s worse, is that when he was preparing to finger you under the table, he held a steady and respectful conversation with your dad. As much as you hate to admit it, the two sides of Chenle on display for you drove you crazy.

Your father leaves the table to answer an important call, and your mom chooses then to get up and grab the desert.

“C’mon, babe,” Chenle murmurs, tapping your leg. “Let me make you feel good.”

“Are you crazy? We’re with my parents, Chenle.”

He hums, dropping his head on your shoulder to easily press his lips to your neck. “I know you. You want me.”

“(Y/N), can you help me?” your mom calls from the kitchen.

“Coming!” you yell, quickly pulling yourself from Chenle and glaring at him the whole way out of the room.

You hate how right he is—how damp your panties are at the thought of him taking you here when your parents might hear. It should repulse you, but instead, you feel your entire body heat up at the thought.

Desert drags, and Chenle rubs the top of your leg where it meets your hip, back and forth while you squirm at the contact. If your parents notice how erratic you’ve become, they don’t mention it.

“Mom, did you, um, did you need any help cleaning up?”

“Oh, honey, that’s okay.” Your mother waves you off. “It’s getting late. You two have been traveling all day, we’ll get this and you get some rest.”

Chenle doesn’t even hide the smug look on his face when he intertwines your fingers together. “Thanks, I am exhausted.”

Bullshit. He wants to get you alone as soon as possible.

Next thing you know, you’re leading him upstairs to get him undressed. Although, you didn’t expect for it to lead you to your current predicament.

Chenle’s slender fingers slide into you easily with how wet you are. After teasing you all day, he’s got you dripping down onto the sheets. He moves slowly, staring at you smugly with his other hand covering your mouth. Your eyes roll back, and you fist the sheets as if that’ll stop the overwhelming need.

The walls of your childhood bedroom close in on you like yours close in around Chenle’s fingers, and everything starts to spin. He reaches deep inside, curling to find your spot. With his palm firm on your lips, your moan doesn’t make it past his skin. He chuckles, leaning close to your ear without messing with his pace.

“See, pretty girl? I knew you wanted it. Can’t stay off my cock even with your parents down the hall, huh?”

You mutter incoherently in your best attempt to spur him forward, to get him to fuck you as soon as possible, but it seems his evening of teasing is far from over. He places his thumb on your mouth instead, and you instinctively open up and swirl your tongue around it.

“Little fucking slut,” he tsks. “Can you stay quiet for me while I make you feel good?”

You nod fervently, lifting your hips to match his pace. Desperate to reach your end, you clench the bedspread harder to ground yourself. If you make a sound, you know he won’t continue.

He uses the wetness of your saliva to trail down from your mouth to your collarbone down to your breasts, watching you in a mix of wonder and awe as your nipples harden further beneath his touch. You let out a shaky sigh, but luckily for you, he doesn’t count that against you.

Despite his distraction, his fingers still brush against your spot with every steady thrust, and your mind reels from the pleasure, your orgasm just out of reach. He knows your body like the back of his hand at this point, so he’s well aware of what you need.

As he continues his venture down, the cold air sends chills all over you. He stops at your lower abdomen, rubbing his thumb against your skin.

“Remember,” he whispers. “Keep it down, alright?”

You don’t have time to reassure him before he nudges your clit. Inhaling sharply, you slap your own hand over your mouth.

“No.” He grabs your wrist and pulls your arm away. “Just fucking be good, you brat. Make a noise and you don’t get to cum.”

And he continues his work, rubbing your clit in steady, perfect circles while he pumps his fingers in and out of you. His self-control surprises even you, with the way he hasn’t fucked you yet. The bulge in his boxers strain, and you can practically taste the precum dripping from his tip already. You crave it so fucking badly, you almost forget you’re supposed to be quiet.

When you let out a low curse, the determined look on Chenle’s face turns to stone, and he stops his circles to land a smack on your sensitive bud instead. “Shut the fuck up, slut.”

Your body jerks, tears forming in your eyes, but you nod, so close to the brink it’s like you’re already there. The knot ties in your stomach almost as soon as his thumb is back on your clit, and you sink your teeth into your bottom lip hard.

You’re so close, the warning signs of your orgasm becoming far too real to ignore. Lifting your hips, you’re desperate to match his pace, desperate to cum over and over again solely from his touch.

But just before the band of pleasure snaps, he abruptly removes his touch from you, leaving you to clench around nothing. You want to whine, to cry out for his attention, but you don’t dare when he warned you already.

“Get on the floor,” he tells you.

“The floor?” you ask breathlessly.

“Ass in the air, gonna show you how sluts get fucked when they don’t fucking listen.” He grips your thigh. “Hurry up, we don’t have all night.”

You leap up from your bed, eager to please the man who holds the key to your euphoria. The carpet digs uncomfortably into your knees as you arch your back, putting yourself on display for him. Your bed is much too creaky for anything other than missionary, and sometimes, even that’s enough to cause it to squeak if Chenle has anything to say about it.

His hands squeeze your ass, massaging you while he studies you. A quick smack has you shuddering again. His shuffle to take off the last of the clothing covering him is music to your ears, and you wiggle back against him to try to entice him further.

He grabs a pillow and tosses it to you, and you already know what it’s for. You take it gratefully, but you bite down on it in preparation of what’s to come. The thought of getting caught has wetness leaking down your thighs, and as he rubs his hard cock along your entrance to collect it, you’re already shaking. Being denied an orgasm already has every inch of you craving release. His tip brushes your clit, and you push back with a muffled whine.

“What if I just leave you like this?” he asks, dragging his nails along your back.

You shake your head and repeat over and over, “Please. Please.”

“How disappointed would your parents be if they saw you like this, huh? Just down the hall begging to be fucked like a whore…” He slides his tip in, his breath catching at the sensation.

Your chorus of pleas are muffled by the pillow, but you push yourself back, making him slide another inch inside you. Legs wobbling already, you ignore the burn of the carpet against your knees.

Finally, he gives you some reprieve. As slowly as he can manage, he opens you up with his cock. You whimper, eyes watering as you bury your head in the plush fabric below you, already slick with your saliva.

“You sure you’re ready, baby?” he asks breathlessly, nails digging into your hips. “One sound and we stop, got it?”

You can’t manage a response, not with the way he fills you so completely. Whatever he’s gonna give you, you need it.

The choice to move to the floor makes more sense as he gives you one reassuring squeeze to your waist. He thrusts slowly twice, groaning quietly at the feeling.

And then he really starts. His hips slam into yours, the sound of his skin slapping against yours is obvious and impossible to mask. You can barely breathe while he fucks you, your body jolting and the carpet rubbing against your knees. The pillow is drenched with your spit, and you’re biting down so hard your jaw starts to hurt. He pants behind you, his tip reaching your cervix with every rough thrust.

His cock pulses inside you, like he’s ready to burst at any given second. It’s so overwhelmingly good, tears stream down your face. Next thing you know, he’s wrapping his fingers around your neck and pulling you up until your back is against his chest. He squeezes tight enough to make sure no noises will escape you, but your brain clears long enough to see his motive.

The mirror stands in front of you, displaying your body as Chenle slides in and out of you at a steady pace. He leans forward, tightening his grip on your neck.

“See the mess you made?” He licks the shell of your ear. “You’re taking me so fucking easy right now, slut. Don’t think you’ve earned the right to cum.”

Whatever escapes your lips is muffled gibberish.

“I guess I’ll be nice.” His condescending tone sends a chill down your spine as his hand dips between your legs. All it takes is the slight brush of his fingertips to send you reeling over the edge, your body jerking as your orgasm takes you full-force. He doesn’t stop there, though, applying pressure to your clit and rubbing fast. Your vision blurs as a burst of wetness soaks your thighs.

“Holy fuck,” he groans, breaking his rough facade for the briefest moment while he processes what just happened.

He pulls out of you, much to your protest, and turns you on your back. Propping your legs up on his shoulders, he slides back inside with ease, his own eyes fluttering shut. He leans down and takes your mouth with his, the stretch in your legs almost as delicious as he tastes.

“Need to see that pretty face when I cum.” He nips your ear lobe, rocking his hips hard against yours.

Mind hazy from your orgasm, you stare at him in awe as his face contorts with pleasure with every thrust. When his pace becomes erratic, you know he’s close.

He moans lowly in your ear, pushing himself as deep as possible before he spills his load. Panting, he wastes no time in kissing you sweetly, gently as he releases your legs from their uncomfortable position. He rubs your thigh, humming into your mouth.

“You did so well,” he whispers. “You feeling okay? Was it too much?”

You still can’t speak, so with a smile, you shake your head and place a hand flat on his chest.

He pulls out slowly, a shaky breath escaping his lips as he does. A sheen of sweat covers him, the gentle starlight from the windows illuminating him just enough for you to see. He stands, puts his boxers on, and walks over to grab your towel.

You’re oversensitive, and as he spreads your legs again to clean you up, the rough fabric against your clit makes you jolt.

“I love you.” He kisses your forehead in an attempt to distract you from the mess he made. “You’re so perfect, you know that?”

You weakly smack his shoulder. “You did all of this at my parents’ house?”

He grins, scooping you up to help you onto your bed. “Don’t complain. The wet spot on the ground says you liked it.”

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turtle-babe83 · 2 years

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Lol I asked and you answered. Me + Big Red. Nsfw. Dirty af. Dealers choice on what. Please and ty

*cracks knuckles* Challenge accepted. 😈

Wicked Little Games

Raphael x Lisa

Warning: Language and NSFW 18+ only

It wasn't fair. It just wasn't fucking fair.

How could he be so... so... DAMN FINE?! Fucking hell. Lisa woke up to a text from him this morning that he had obviously sent after patrol. Still damp from the shower, he had laid back on his bed with his cock laying long and thick against his thunderous thigh and taken a selfie. 'Have a great day at work baby girl,' the accompanying text had read. Oh, the bastard knew exactly what it would do to her. Thoughts of him had plagued her mind all day. More than once, a co-worker commented on how distracted she was. She wanted to lick every part of his delectable body and feel that big cock deep in her throat before he fucked her to within an inch of her life. Her panties were ruined. Absolutely soaked through. It gave her an idea.

Lisa knew he wouldn't come out in daylight, so while it was still sunny out, she nabbed a giftbag and tissue paper and placed her juicy panties in the bag. She threw in a little card with a message, 'look what you did,' and then left a big open-mouthed lipstick print on the side, knowing exactly where his mind would go. She stopped by her regular manhole cover and lifted it just enough to hook the gift bag on the ladder. Then she texted her brawny boyfriend to let him know she had left him a present. She headed home with a smile on her face and a sway to her hips.

🥊🥊🥊🥊🥊

Raphael paused his morning workout for a swig of water and to check the notification on his phone. His eyes brightened as he read the text from Lisa and as soon as his routine was finished, he headed out to pick it up. The bright red bag with the black tissue paper was easy to find and he snatched it eagerly. He took out the little card on top and the kiss print immediately caught his attention. He could certainly put her wide mouth to use.

"'Look what you did,'" he read aloud.

One thick brow ridge quirked up. Then he pulled the paper out and reached inside. His finger hooked in the still damp panties and he lifted them out with a smirk. So, his picture this morning had had the desired effect. Bringing the tiny scrap of material to his snout, he breathed in deeply of her aroused scent. He was nearly punch-drunk instantly. Fuck.

It was still too soon to leave the safety of the sewers. He paced back and forth a bit but it was no use, his hard-on was raging and he was desperate for release. His phone suddenly chimed with another notification. Lisa, asking if he had found his gift yet. The little minx. He groaned audibly. Then an idea popped into his head and he practically ripped his shorts in his haste to pull them down. He wrapped her wet panties around his cock and pressed record on his phone. He added some spit and began to stroke his length, her damp lacy panties adding delicious friction. He grunted her name as he picked up speed, catching it all on camera. It took only minutes to spend his load all over the tunnel wall.

Then he lifted the phone to his face and warned her, “Now that I’ve taken tha edge off, I can focus on ya. See how many times I can make ya cum before ya beg me to fuck that tight little pussy.”

He hit send and shoved her panties in his pocket. The brute headed back to the lair for a shower, waiting for night to fall.

🤳🏼🤳🏼🤳🏼🤳🏼🤳🏼

Scarfing down a quick dinner, Lisa glanced absentmindedly at her phone but perked up when she saw that he had sent a video. She nearly choked on a bite of chicken as his show began. She watched, enraptured by the sight of that big veiny cock and the ungodly sounds he was making as he jerked off with her underwear. Her hunger for him only grew stronger. Deciding to prepare herself for him, she indulged in a hot shower.

Wearing only a towel, she padded to her bedroom to get ready for her guest, only to find him already there waiting. The look in his eyes was predatory and it sent a thrill through her body, straight to her core. A glance at the window told her that he had snuck out a touch early, using the long shadows of evening to hide his approach to her apartment. A coy smile graced her lips at his eagerness.

“Imma bout ta wipe that smug smirk right off your pretty face,” he growled, rolling his shoulders.

Lisa’s grin widened as she purred, “Is that so, big Daddy? Gonna make me beg?”

In two steps, he was on her. Towel ripped away, body lifted and pressed back against her bedroom wall, he grasped her wrists and held them above her head while his thick thigh slid up hard between her naked legs.

She shivered as he snarled in her ear, “Beg, moan, scream…gonna get ya so worked up an’ then….oh, baby girl.”

He looked deep in her eyes, desire dilating her pupils, and he took a deep breath, “An’ then, I’m gonna wreck that beautiful pussy in every possible way.”

She loved how strong he was, holding her there effortlessly and she knew he would do all he said and more, but she just couldn’t resist poking the bear. Arching her back to lift her full breasts to his ravenous gaze, she moaned low and sultry, “Promises, promises.”

The rumble of his deep churr sent tingling vibrations throughout her body and she hummed in appreciation. Keeping her restrained between his plastron and the wall, Raph invaded her mouth intent on conquest. Her low, throaty moans just ruled him up more and his thigh was wet with the evidence of her desire.

“Fuck!” he groaned, feeling her roll her hips for friction.

His mouth dragged down her flushed body leaving a trail of nips and kisses as he held her by the hips to keep her from sliding down. Once he hit his knees, he pulled her legs over his shoulders, cupping her ass with his big hands, and shoved his face into her pussy with desperation.

Lisa pushed her head back against the wall, openly moaning as he filled her up with his long thick tongue, working the muscle deep inside her canal. No one could eat her out the way he could. No one physically could please her like Raphael. Not for the first time, she thanked the powers that be for bringing this beautiful beast into her life. Her first orgasm crashed over her without warning and she clenched her thighs around his head as she rode it out. He never stopped thrusting his tongue until she relaxed her death grip, and then he slid out only to replace the appendage with his finger. He pumped it in and out rapidly, curling it and making her whimper, then just as suddenly, she was empty.

“Raph, what are you-?”

Lisa’s question cut short as she felt that same juice coated finger begin to push past the tight ring of her anus. She started to tense up, but then he was there, sucking her clit, massaging her butt cheek with his free hand. The sounds of pleasure he was making just from tasting her helped to calm her and she slowly relaxed. One knuckle deep, then two. He sucked and slurped as her juices ran freely, his finger picking up speed as he finger fucked her ass.

“Raph, oh god!” she whimpered, feeling another release building up.

Raph swallowed noisily and chuckled, “That’s right, baby, who’s making ya feel this good? Huh?”

“You are,” she yelped, as he thrust particularly hard. She was starting to pant harder as the pleasure nearly stole her breath. Her orgasm erupted white hot and she tried to buck in response. Raph held her hips and lapped at the slick running from her center. He eased his finger out gently.

“Please,” she gasped, trying to breathe.

Raph’s smirk threatened to split his face wide open.

“Please what?”

Lisa sucked in a shuddering breath, “Fuck me. Please just fuck me.”

With a growl, he stood and lifted her into his arms. As he lowered her to her bed, he drawled, “Yes, ma’am.”

Lisa watched through hooded eyes as he shoved his shorts and underwear to the floor. She would never get over the shock of his sheer size, no matter how many times she saw it. He took himself in hand and pumped once or twice, then a calculated gleam came into his eyes.

“Ya know, I liked yer little note. That lip print stretched wide gave me ideas.”

Her laugh was sultry as she stalked across the bed to where he stood at the foot and she didn’t bother to reply. Her little pink tongue swiped the precum right off his tip and then she popped her pout right over it and slid down. His hand immediately fisted in her hair, not too tight, just enough pain to feel good. He let her control the speed as she bobbed up and down on his length. He hissed as he bumped the back of her throat, loving the way she swallowed and squeezed him. Her hand twisted around the part that she couldn’t fit in her mouth, and still he thrust lightly, causing her to gag occasionally. He licked his lips as tears pricked the corners of her eyes. He knew it was a bit more than she could take but god, did she look so gloriously wanton and sexy as she tried. Finally, he could stand it no more and he tapped her cheek. Lisa pulled off with a wet pop and wiped at her eyes.

“Lay back fer me,” he rumbled.

Obediently, she laid back down and spread her legs in waiting. He gave a satisfied grunt and crawled over her prone form. Hooking an arm under each of her knees, he pushed them up towards her chest, leaving her completely open and exposed.

Raphael looked into her lust-blown eyes and murmured, “Guide me in.”

She grasped him tight in her hand and aimed his thick cock for her entrance. Raphael surged forward with a groan and sunk balls deep at this angle. He kept her legs pinned back as he pulled nearly out and slammed forward. There was nothing slow or easy about the way he fucked her. He may have taken the edge off earlier in his cheeky video, but she got him riled up like no one else ever could. The scent of her in his nostrils, the taste of her on his tongue, and the way she sucked him with such blatant enjoyment, it drove him crazy. His little firecracker, and he didn’t know what he would do without her.

“Harder!” Lisa urged him, “Don’t you dare hold back!”

Raph roared his response, releasing her legs to grasp her hips, jerking her to him harder and harder as he thrust forward. He knew he was leaving bruises and he would kiss them and apologize later but right now, he was losing control as he chased his own orgasm. Lisa cried out as her third release bowed her body. It was enough to push him over the line and he growled as he emptied himself deep within her still pulsing walls. He rolled to the side and gathered her up in his arms, pressing kisses to her hot sweaty face.

“Ya okay?” he asked softly.

She nodded, “Yeah.”

Raph nuzzled her neck, “Did I deliver what I promised, or what?”

Lisa pursed her lips, then with a tsk, she shook her head.

“I believe you promised to make me scream,” she reminded him.

He stilled for a moment, then a dark chuckle slipped out, “Well, then I ain’t done yet.”

He rolled over her once more, his cock already stirring…

♥️

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broomsticks · 2 years

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wolfstar autumn(ish) fic rec list 🐾🍂

*: i tried but not quite

gorgeous bingo created by @moonwalker94 for hpfc!

1 - JUMPER - An Enigma Wrapped in a Jumper by @squidgilator (5k, G) - mwpp-era fluffity fluff, featuring my FAVORITE pining idiot sirius:

He was an inscrutable enigma, Remus was. An enigma wrapped in a mystery wrapped in a puzzle wrapped in a jumper. "Not that much of a mystery," muttered Remus, and Sirius wondered how many of his last few thoughts he'd said aloud. "Just the bit about being an enigma wrapped in a mystery wrapped in a—something— wrapped in a jumper," said Remus, curiously. "Why?" "Er," said Sirius, and vowed to keep his thoughts inside his head from now on. "No reason."

bonus rec: The Sweater Bet by Deya (6k, T). silly (extended) marauders shenanigans: why is your boyfriend wearing a sweater at the beach and how do you get him to take it off??

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2 - STORM - The Weather Inside by earlybloomingparentheses (43k, E)

The bright beam of sunshine that spilled into the compartment on the Hogwarts Express at the start of first year just as Sirius stepped through the sliding door (…) an accident of timing. The freak snowstorm the day after the Incident, when Remus was curled gut-punched on the floor of the Shrieking Shack (…) a trick of air currents and cold fronts. And now, Sirius at the window of his and James’ flat, the storm outside roaring and Sirius turned to face the rain lashing the pane, dressed in black and looking from this angle like a Sturm and Drang painting, all heroic isolation and inner turmoil—why think anything of it?

bonus rec: How to Suffer a Storm by gayagape (11.6k, T), lighthouse au from the 2016 r/s games.

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3 - BIKE RIDE - This Is Not Your Year by montparnasse (17k, E). first war angst and pining, montparnasse - that’s it that’s the rec. so many quotes i wanted to pull.

“Holding onto your favorite bits?” “Remember there’s ice on the roads. Also we’re possibly being hunted.” “I’ll go slow.” “You’re so sweet,” said Remus, “always with all my extremities and orifices in mind.” On the seat he pressed very close to Sirius, hips first, the way he always did. “It’d be nice if someone around here ever thought of mine.”

bonus rec: There Is a Light That Never Goes Out by @wanderingbandurria (2.6k, T). a summer road trip (coughahem getaway car whomst?) leads to the Realization of Feelings.

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4 - FIRESIDE CHATTER - Goetia by @biremus and @kember-writes (44k, T). regency au, monster/horror au, Not Your Everyday fireside chat 👀 (also, some incredible art!)

The red coals in the fireplace provided just enough illumination for Sirius to watch as Dorcas lifted the silver bell in her hand, and rang it once. “Lord of Hell, we call you forth.”

bonus rec: Your Little Head by @paulamcg (1k, G) for, appropriately, r/s fireside tales. such a fascinating outsider pov wolfstar. no fireside warmth to be found here 😈🔥

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5 - BAKING - The Great Biscuit Calamity of 1978, and Other Such Disasters by @lunapwrites (8k, T). also hinny. post-second war, our favorite disasters being properly domestic.

"How did you even manage that, anyway? Like, I'm equal parts horrified and impressed, I am." "I was only trying to open the bag--" "With what? An Exploding Charm?"

bonus rec: A First Taste by LuminousGloom (3.8k, T) - a fluffy mwpp-era cooking at hogwarts!

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6 - STAR GAZING - this ficlet for meee by @tahtahfornow, for the tumblr prompt game things you said under the stars and in the grass. your writing your writing 😍😍🥰🥰 (also thank you for putting this on ao3 and not making me have to ritually sacrifice something to tumblr search)

Damp grass scratches against the napes of their necks, presses into the backs of their Oxfords; the star-soaked night sky blankets them like a soft flannel. The moon is waning, a fat yellow grin pasted above them, and Remus thinks maybe, wildly, that for once it is not mocking him, that its smile is true, that tonight—just tonight—it is on his side.

bonus rec: star talking, atop the astronomy tower. The things that lurk in the dark by TheDivineComedian (4.7k, T). one of my absolute favorite mwpp era, incredible marauders characterizations and character-insights in a slice-of-life.

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7 - HOT CHOCOLATE - Tight Spaces by @krethes (3.2k, T) - mwpp-era remus-trauma / remus’ werewolf childhood. lots of hurt but tons of lovely comfort after, and delightful marauders friendship.

Instead, he was jostled in a bone-crushing hug, sloshing hot-but-not-scalding cocoa on the blanket in the suddenness. Sirius buried his head into his shoulder and held him so tightly Remus thought he might snap in half. Remus's cheeks were wet and, embarrassed, he realized he was crying. He hadn't expected such a response from Sirius, who was usually joking or brooding, never something so gentle, so sincere.

bonus recs: naturally - Did You Miss Me? (600k, E) by @krethes and @fantismal, and Power the Dark Lord Knows Not (300k, E) by @fantismal and Jormandugr (nearly perfect chapter timing, too, hahaha)

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8 - APPLE PICKING - As Red As Hearts And Autumn by Rosie_Rues (47k, G), mwpp sixth year. sooo i went a bit out-of-season with some of these recs, but this fic is as autumn as it gets —

“Excuse me,” Sirius says, too loudly. “Why isn’t anyone paying attention to me?” “The central refrain of Sirius Black’s life,” Remus murmurs and finds himself being tackled by a large, black dog, intent on washing his face. He struggles and yelps but none of the others, traitors all, come to his rescue. Sirius changes back but stays sitting on Remus, twisting round to say, “Your apples are useless.” Peter snorts and opens his mouth and a barrage of apple cores hits him before he can speak.

bonus rec: Flesh in the fruit by @girl-with-goats (2.3k, M). not apples but peaches, and not peaches but peaches 👀😏🍑

anyway happy spooky season 🍂🧡💛❤️🍁

#wolfstar #remus x sirius #wolfstar fanfiction #harry potter fanfiction #autumn #fic rec list #my fic recs #omg talented fandom friends #i did have an idea for the free space but i forgot #whoops oh well

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"Cause damn he knows you'd throw him into the wall" and i sure will💀 u thought i was describing you but news flash i was describing myself the whole time😈💯 universal william kin who SIMULTANEOUSLY also wants william is not being able to express any sort of positive emotion except if its through violence💔 me and him would literally be put into a room and would fight to death like dogs then at the end kiss or smth before punching his lights out lovingly💜 also ur so right abt his failed teenage attempts at piercings, mf gave himself some nasty goofy ahh scars like u once caught a glimpse of his tongue when u 2 were eating ISCREAM and you noticed a vague spot that was simply way too suspicious like it was centered on his tongue and u ask him abt it it and hes like OI mINd yA bUsIneSs Ya tWAT bc hes still embarassed like 20 yrs later💀 happens to the best of us willy 💯💯💯💯💏💏

Now, sharty, i need u to rlly expand on goth s/o a bit more bc im positively famished. I always wear dark purple/black lipstick so all i can think abt is goth s/o flustering will by always leaving heavy ass lipstick marks all over his face, neck, hands and basically whatev surface is visible. She just cant stop kissing him in general bc hes so cute when he huffs and puffs and she knows the boseman kids and boseman himself will berate him and make fun of him even more upon seeing the lipstick marks <3 god forbid she publicly flusters him and kisses him in front of an audience - yours truly, will kinnie anon😈💜

I WOULD GIVE YOU SUCH A GENTLE KISS CUZ ON GOD ALL THIS IS SO..HSHIIJIED also Will would for sure try to wipe that lipstick off and it just leaves a damn smear </3

Know what my dear will kinnie anon,ima give you a treat of giving you some general Will hcs while i take a break from other requests- (these will be a lil goofy and dumb so enjoy)

William is a heartless man but he’s only ‘caring’ for his partner. He puts on an act sometimes to make his partner believe he isn’t somewhat fucking mental- (but tbh he’ll get used to you and not fake it-)

For sure has some sort of knife collection,which he would’ve used during all his killings but the only real one that was ‘planned’ was Charlie’s

Only really eats white bread,yeah he eats that shit plain more than making it into toast. I mean he had the scooping room for a reason- (he’ll eat peanut butter crackers sometimes tho)

If his partner would ever ask about having kids,i kid you not he does the damn ‘awooga’ before going on a whole rant how he didn’t want kids again. Sunny just happened because she liked him cause he was british- so on and so forth. (tell him to shut the hell up or he’s gonna drop his whole life story)

Weird as shit but loves how his partners blood would taste- and NO not even in a sexual way,he just likes the metallic taste and knowing it’s his partners blood makes his dumb brit head go wild. (god im getting a tad creepy with this-)

On a more sillier note- He only wears and owns heeled shoes ya know..these-

He owns multiple pears and only owns a single pear of normal shoes </3

Does he wash the outfit he wears everyday? no- fucker just has the same outfit in his closet like some copy and paste shit

Okay,honestly he’d use his height to his advantage a lot but honestly,not much..idiot

He can fuckin strut in heels,he is a fucking boyboss and no one can tell me otherwise-

He grew up in a church but even the damn priests said he’d either be gay or crazy..woopsie-

It’s cannon he can’t grow hair on any place of his body other than his legs and that scares me! :D bitch will have a baby face for the rest of his life

I feel like Will..cries over losing his ass- that was a big part of him (get it..? im so funny-) and lowkey has a shrine somewhere-

HEY WANNA KNOW MORE DUMB PIERCING HCS?- i wanna think he even tried to fucking try to do his lap now there just a huge scar there..it’s always chapped so enjoy kissing him ig

He’d for sure drag you along with him when he hides from the police and turns to Dave,he just asks you: “So,how do i look?” “..a gay cowboy-” “YEW TWAT-”

For sure has a thing for tall people in fucking big platform boots (no..it isn't self indulgent i swear-) and will try to steal them platforms to seem taller </3

( okay thats all for now my silly little will anon- i’ll for sure make more when i clean up requests <3 )

#will kinnie anon <3 #blueycapsules #blueycapsules william #blueycapsules x reader #half of these are jokes and im half asleep im so sorry

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