Edit: This Was So Hard To Write Because I Kept Losing Myself To The Scenario ... Why Am I Like This?

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

Ok, I implore you to write more about Remus masturbating thinking about the reader because it's just the sexiest thing ever!

There you go love, have fun!

Warnings: the usual also my bad English... enjoy

His mind was running wild all day. The full moon was driving him crazy, no more than she did though. God she had managed to rile him up with a few sentences and had left him with a throbbing cock and unable to shout back at her pride-filled face for the witty comeback she had fired at him. But she was unaware of his aching cock that practically begged her to fuck her.

He was now laying in his bed having decided to deal with that problem. Removing his pants and boxers he started teasing himself the way he knew she would do. Running his fingertip against the angry red tip of his cock barely grazing it. He started moving his hand up and down slowly fisting himself, the precum that has already leaked being enough to make his movements more pleasurable. A tight grip as tight as her pussy would be. He closed his eyes, picturing her underneath him, at his mercy, looking up at him helplessly as he would pound inside her with an animalist pace.

He would turn her around, taking her from behind, making sure his thrusts would be so hard to leave imprints on her, turning her ass red and turning her clit into an oversensitive mess from his balls slapping against her. He stilled his hand and started driving his hips into his fist trying to recreate his racing thoughts in some way. He changed the scenario in his head, making it unfold differently. Her legs resting on his shoulders as he would fuck so hard into her, making her feel the springs of the bed groaning against her back and moving her slightly with the force of his thrusts towards the top of the bed, as she would try to steady herself by grabbing the headboard. He would bury his head in her chest capturing her perky nipples as her breasts would bounce.

That's more like it, he thought. He knew that what he was doing was ever so morally wrong but it didn't seem enough, he needed more. He needed to have her fucked out in his bed, begging for more as both of their previous releases would flow out of her, his name a permanent mantra in her mouth being cried out in ecstasy or whispered like a dirty secret. He didn't care either way as long as he would be the one to make her come undone repeatedly. His body was covered in sweat now, saying her name under his breath, trying to compose some of his dignity from his friends, in case they walked in and he didn't hear them being lost in her imaginary curves and sounds. He had to be obsessed by now, only being able to think about her instead of his classes.

He was close. So close. And yet everything he did to take away the edge and pleasure himself wasn't enough anymore. He couldn't handle these filthy thoughts of her without being able to make them come true. He came in his hand staining it. He should have felt relaxed and ecstatic but he found himself wishing for more. Wishing for her to be here. He had officially lost his mind. He should mark the day that the insufferable girl he always bickered with became the only one who could give him pleasure.

Warnings: minors do not interact, smut, male!masturbating, fem!character no use of y/n, remus being a simp

Remus sighed as he closed the door and left his keys on the table along with his towel. His eyes fell on a message that was left in the refrigerator.

Hi Rem,

A new lead was found in the case I am working on. I will come home late. Don't wait for me.

Love,

Dad

Great, another day at home alone, he thought bitterly. Sure his father tried his best to be home early and since his mum died he had to work twice as hard to make ends meet, but he missed having someone to share his dinner with. He took a long calming breath and his mind wandered to today's travel at the beach.

His cock was aching so hard. Just remembering how good she looked in the navy blue bikini that hugged her curves perfectly. He shook his head, trying to chase away that thought. He opened the refrigerator reaching for a frozen pizza and put it in the oven. I should take a bath. A cold shower to be specific.

Going up the stairs he started rummaging for new clothes as a text notification sounds from his phone. Thanks for coming with me to the beach. I really liked it, I hope we will go again sometime. Say hi to your dad for me! He liked the message and opened his camera roll. New pictures of the two of them filling all his phone screen. And… there she was, a smile lighting up her face, sunglasses adorning her somewhat sunburned face that was being framed by her windblown wet from the sea hair. She was wearing that white towel around her shoulders hiding some parts of her beautiful frame along with that navy blue bikini that was in stark contrast with her skin and seemed to mock him.

If he knew that he had to drive the two of them to the beach for one hour just to see her happy, he would do it again a hundred times in a heartbeat without second thoughts. That's what friends did right? Oh God, who was he kidding? He hasn't been thinking about her that way for a long time. Regaining her trust and reforming their friendship that has been violated by all the hurtful stuff they said to each other while they argued on account of their academic rivalry, was the best decision he ever made. Just the fact that she had been complaining to him about the scorching weather and convinced him to get their swimsuits to go to the beach was enough to prove that point. She wanted to spend time with him and felt comfortable to be around him only in that damned bikini that has been haunting his thoughts for the past few hours.

He removed his swim trunk and sprayed himself with freezing water, hoping to get rid of that painful boner but to no avail. He turned up its temperature and put the shower head in its hold, which was installed high in the shower wall. He got a hold of his cock and started teasing himself with his fingers trying to put an end to his torture. But instead images of her floated in his mind. Her lounging in her towel under the umbrella away from the sun while reading her book. Turning her head at him and looking pleadingly with a slight pout to convince him to take a dive with her.

His hand sped up its movement as he drifted back to that exact moment, to how happy she looked when he made to get up, how she grabbed his arm and dragged him into the sea. The way her body moved as they splashed each other with the cold water and how she started wrestling him after he pushed her into the water. After they had gotten cold they headed towards the shower, he let her shower first, a gentleman as always, unable though to remove his eyes from her. Staring as droplets of water run down her form. How they made her top stuck even more to her breasts leaving next to nothing to his imagination.

His movements now were even harsher. Rougher and faster, hips buckling, grinding in his hand, as soft moans along with grunts left his mouth due to the memory that played out in his mind's eye. She kissed his cheek after she was done and ran back to their umbrella to get her towel. Watching her from behind as her ass bounced, he decided to chase after her. Running at full speed he caught up to her in seconds. Wrapping his arms around her, his left hand accidentally resting in her right breast while the other held her hip in place drawing her even closer as she struggled to get free of his grip on her, while her laughter along with whines of his name left her mouth.

He threw his head back and his mouth opened as loud moans escaped and filled the tiny bathroom. Eyes permanently closed, losing himself in the pleasure of his own hands, trying to trick himself into thinking that he was deep inside her. Fucking her good, only a few days before the full moon, like now, chasing one orgasm after the other. Penetrating her in all positions for hours to no end and filling her with his cum until it ran down her thighs. He wondered…Would she be tight? Would she scream his name at the top of her lungs or whisper it, the way she did when he applied sunscreen, per her request, in her back and massaged it afterwards, as she scrunched her face in pleasure and said his name in such a hushed tone, like a dirty secret, falling asleep afterwards, because she felt so content? How heavy and full her perky breasts and her round ass would feel cupped in his hands? How would she taste? In how many ways could he make her cum? How many times? How would she look when she did? How would she like to be fucked? He was so close now.

He tried to steady his body by resting his free hand on the shower wall. He bit his lip to contain some of the sounds he was emitting as he came, but the sound of her name with many profanities accompanied echoed in the empty house.

"Fuck" there has no denying it any more. He was attracted and so impossibly in love with his best friend. He was in for a long torture, with his trusted hand and his occupied mind from the thoughts of her in such seductive and inappropriate ways.

Bip bip

Food's ready, thank God. He was starving.

word count: 1.118

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.

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."

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."