Day 16 - Music To Watch Boys To [r.lupin, S.black. J.potter]

oh my god guys it's their my wife!!

Nikita Gill, from Your Heart is the Sea: Poems; "The Anguish," originally published in 2018

Papaaa phantom and rain are flirting on stage again 😪

Babe I saw this post and I am requesting you please write the wolfstar idea you responded with because it's been stuck in my head since I saw this post

https://www.tumblr.com/lexxxrated/773973187421716480/sudden-thought-remuss-breeding-kink-goes-into?source=share

hahaha okay, since you asked so nicely.

poly!wolfstar x fem!reader who have been trying for a baby [1.2k words]

CW: there's no actual smut in this fic but it is outwardly and explicitly discussed, mature themes, discussion about a stretch of time spent 'trying' & about it 'working', after care, mature themes - viewer discretion is advised

Sirius smiled around the spoon of ice cream he had just put in his mouth when he heard someone coming down the stairs; the sound of the gait told him it was undeniably Remus. 

“Godric’s fucking balls, Pads.” Remus hissed as he rounded the corner into the kitchen, clutching at his bare chest as he fought to catch his breath, though Sirius knew it wasn’t just his recent fright that had him desperate for air. 

Remus looked thoroughly debauched; his hair was in a right state, his chest (and shoulders and arms and probably his back, if he’d give Sirius a spin) were littered in red welts, scratches, various love bites, and-

“Merlin’s tits, is that a bite mark?!” He asked, using his now empty spoon to point at the juncture of Remus’ neck and shoulder. 

“What are you doing home so early?” Remus asked instead of responding, moving to the fridge to pour two glasses of cold water. 

”It’s nearly seven, Moons.” Sirius chuckled, smirking to himself when Remus’ movements froze, only just now seeming to realise how dark it had gotten outside. 

“I-”

“-have been fucking for hours, yeah.” Sirius finished his sentence for him, haughtily putting another spoonful of ice cream in his mouth and relishing in the hungry way Remus’ eyes tracked the movement. 

“How long have you been down here?” Remus finally asked, and Sirius pointed to the two plates of dinner under a stasis charm and his own, clean plate sitting in the drying rack after having been washed. “You didn’t want to join?”

Sirius’ responding smirk was nearly wicked. “Sounded like you had everything under control, Moons.” He started, watching Remus flush red from the tips of his ears down to his chest. “Multiple times, if I wasn’t mistaken. Besides, I have to admit I’m still quite sore from last night; I don’t know how Dolly’s putting up with you.”

“Merlin…” Remus groaned as he rubbed his hands down his face, only serving to make him look even more debauched; Sirius’ dick twitched in response. ”I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

Luckily for the three of you, Sirius did. 

“Where’s our girlfriend?” Sirius asked as he put the lid back on the ice cream and moved to return it to the freezer. 

“Erm, I…ran her a bath, I came to grab her a glass of water.”

“Right, well, why don’t you sit and eat, and I’ll take over?” Sirius offered as he plucked the pitcher of water from Remus’ hand and procured you a glass. 

But Sirius should have known better than to expect Remus not to follow him up the stairs; as much as Moony loved to ravish you, he loved taking care of you even more. Aftercare was no exception. 

The bathroom was foggy with the amount of humidity your too-hot bath was creating, and Sirius knew then that Remus must be feeling particularly repentant for his obsession with you this week if he was willing to allow your blood pressure to skyrocket over it. 

“Hot enough for you, doll?” He asked as he walked in; Remus leaning against the door frame out of your field of view as he watched Sirius kneel beside the tub and rub a gentle knuckle over the high of your damp cheek.

“Hi Siri.” You greeted almost dopily, looking as though you’d been moments away from falling asleep. 

“How’re you doing?” He asked, pressing a kiss to your lips before sitting back on his heels to await your answer. 

“He’s insatiable,” you pouted theatrically, “I think I melted.”

“Mhm?” He offered noncommittally, running a thumb over your eyebrow as you blinked slowly. “And you turned poor Moony into a scratch post. Don’t think I didn’t do a thorough inspection, doll; I saw that bite mark.” 

You scrunched your eyes closed in embarrassment and sunk lower into the water, prompting Sirius to continue.

“I’d say you gave as good as you got.” 

“You’re supposed to be on my side.” You grumbled halfheartedly, and Sirius’ bark of laughter covered Remus’ snort from the doorway. 

“There are no sides, gorgeous. We’re all winning here.” He reminded you with a boop to your nose. “Besides, this is your fault.”

Your eyes opened at that, though only enough to narrow them at Sirius. “My fault?”

“Sure is.” He confirmed as he cupped some water in his hand and trickled it over your shoulder. “Wanna tell me what time of the month it is?” 

He watched your eyebrows furrow. “I’m…not on my period?” 

“Getting warmer.” He agreed, fighting to keep his face neutral when he noticed Remus’ head tilt in his periphery. 

“I’m…well, I-” water sloshed as you quickly sat up straight. “I’m not ovulating, am I!?”

Sirius laughed over at the door where Remus slapped his hand over his mouth in astonishment.

“He can’t smell that, can he?!” You continued. 

“Easy doll, easy.” Sirius laughed as he encouraged you to lean back down. “If it’s any consolation, I don’t think he even realised he could.” 

“I’m so sorry, dove.” Remus insisted as he moved into the room to join you both. “Merlin, that’s sodding embarrassing.” 

“How’s it embarrassing?!” Sirius interjected. “We’ve been trying for months!”

“Well, yeah but the poor girl can hardly walk because I’m a fucking-”

“Oi, hey, stop.” Sirius stopped his line of thinking. “Relax Moons, alright? I think this might be the first time in a while that there hasn’t been any pressure to perform, yeah?” 

You and Remus shared a shy look before you both nodded reluctantly. 

“We’ve been working very hard, but this week hasn’t felt like work. I’m sure it’s going to pay off.”

The three of you sat in silence for a few moments before you splashed a bit of water at Sirius. 

“When did you become the voice of reason?”

“Voice of reason?” Remus scoffed incredulously. “You knew this whole time and weren’t going to say anything?”

“Why would I say anything? I was thoroughly enjoying myself.” Sirius offered easily, shooting the lycanthrope a wink. 

“Oh well,” Remus started sarcastically, “as long as you were enjoying yourself.”

“And you weren’t?” Sirius countered, and he watched Remus bite his cheek instead of gracing him with a response. Check mate. 

“Do you think it worked?” You murmured quietly, eyes far away as you fiddled with your bottom lip. Sirius and Remus exchanged a look before Remus joined him at the edge of the tub. 

“Maybe.” Remus offered honestly. “But it’ll be alright if not, yeah?”

“Still worth it, yeah? I’d hardly consider it a sacrifice.” Sirius teased, gently rubbing his thumb along your lip to encourage you to leave it alone. He was rewarded with a sweet smile. 

“We’ve been in our heads a bit lately.” Remus allowed. “Felt good to just…”

“Very eloquent.” You deadpanned when words seemed to fail him, causing Remus to gently flick your knee. 

“Oi! That’s quite enough, Moons.” Sirius chided as he bodily shielded you from him. “I think you’ve put our girl through quite enough.”

“Put her through?” Remus repeated. “I thought you just said it was fun?”

“Out with you.” He dismissed instead of agreeing with him. “Go eat your dinner; leave our girl in my capable hands.”

And what was left of Remus’ playful chagrin simply melted away at that, sharing a knowing look with you before he stood to press a kiss to each of his partners’ hair and exited the bathroom; leaving you in Sirius’ capable hands.

hi this is my take on nerdjo

millions cried.

look at him

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Please please tell us about your thoughts about everyday-life ghouls! I‘d love to hear about it /g

I think, when he's slept alone, Dew wakes up before everyone else. He gets up. Stumbles to their little kitchen. In my mind the kitchen and the "common room" are attached to each other, either through an open door way, or just one bit room that's split between several uses. Either way, Dew stumbles in. Shirtless. Sweatpants slung low on his hips. Hair down, in his face. He's barely awake. He makes a pot of coffee. He puts the kettle on for tea. He starts taking stuff out to make breakfast. Dew will get through his first cup of coffee--and half of breakfast prep before Mountain shows up. Dew's already made his tea, it's steeping on the counter when Mountain walks in, a pillow crease across his cheek. Looking bleary-eyed but here, awake. He and Dew will exist together in silence for a while. Dew drinks another cup of coffee. They work together toward breakfast. It's different every day, but Mountain can discern pretty easily from what's laid out where Dew was going with it. They work well together in silence. Dew brews another pot of coffee as Mountain puts a tray of bacon in the oven. He pours the leftovers from the first pot (brewed stronger than the second) into their communal jar of iced coffee in the fridge. The others start to emerge just as breakfast is ready. The bacon comes out and Cirrus and Aeon show up almost at the same time. Sunshine comes next, then Swiss and Aurora. Rain and Aether are always last. Sleeping in until the last possible second. Sometimes they both have their tea (Rain) and coffee (Aether) brought to them in bed. But usually they show up toward the end of breakfast. Just as Cirrus and Cumulus are getting ready for their morning walk around the lake (sometimes others join them, sometimes they don't). Mountain eats with the bulk of the ghouls and departs with them too, heading to the greenhouse to get an early start. Dew eats when Rain and Aether eat. Once everything is done and cooked and everyone else is fed. It's quiet in the kitchen by then, everyone else already getting a start on their day. Rain and Aether help Dew clean up. And then one, or both, of them will try to persuade Dew to go back to bed for a nap. Sometimes he does. Sometimes he refuses--goes and does something productive. But more often then not they compromise and end up on the couch a few feet away. Snuggled up together, napping, under the guise of watching TV.

Dew was banned from holiday parties after last year, but Cumulus always knows how to make him feel special still

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