Hello Mae! I Had A Request Id Like To Give You. I Was Wondering If You Could Write A Poly!marauders X

hello mae! I had a request I’d like to give you. I was wondering if you could write a poly!marauders x reader where reader has never slept beside anybody before bc intimacy isn’t something she’s used to therefore she’s not used to being that close to anybody. everytime she shifts she’s afraid to wake up the boys, or she just doesn’t know what to do.

I know you have “first night with marauders” so if this is too similar I totally get it. 🖤

Hello sweetheart, thank you for your request!

poly!marauders x fem!reader ♡ 990 words

You’re terrible at this. 

Each of the boys is sound asleep. Sirius has his leg hooked over yours and one of his arms tossed over James’ chest, Remus’ hand has to be halfway numb underneath your pillow, and James is snoring softly on the far side of the bed from you. They’re all so obviously comfortable, practiced in resting like this, whereas you started to get stiff a half hour ago and you’ve been unable to make yourself relax since. 

Every movement takes a year, you’re trying so hard not to wake them. You feel like the girl in a movie who’s trying to sneak out of the bed of a one-night stand, all taut muscles and bated breath, except you only want to roll over. Slow, microscopic movements have to be the key. 

Your back crackles softly when you shift your weight onto your other hip, and a sigh escapes you before you can stop it. 

A low, croaky hum comes from just in front of your face. Your brain is a tempest of expletives. 

“Hey.” You can nearly feel the gravel of Remus’ voice buzzing against your lips. “You’re up.” 

Muddled with sleep, you can’t tell if his tone is reprimanding or simply observational. “Sorry,” you whisper regardless. 

“Wha’ for?” Movement under the pillow beneath your head, and then a long-fingered hand is nestling beneath your cheek. His scars and calluses slide familiarly over your skin. “Can’t sleep?”

Nope, and now it’s two of you. Guilt grows vines around your ribcage. Remus sounds more awake by the second. 

“I’ll be okay.” You press a soft kiss to the corner of his lips, hoping to mollify him. “Go back to sleep.” 

Your boyfriend makes a half-aware disgruntled sound. “No, not without you.” 

As exhausted as you are, you have to bite down on a smile. When he’s uninhibited like this, Remus really is quite the flirt, all his dorky, sweet thoughts coming out before he can remember to stop them. He’s nearly as bad as James. 

You think he must see a hint of your smile in the dark, because Remus’ own lips tilt upwards. He leans closer to kiss the cool skin of your cheek, the only cold part of you thanks to a heavy duvet and the body heat of three lovely boyfriends. A kiss for a kiss. 

He leaves his lips there as he murmurs, “What’s wrong, dove?” 

Well, funny he should ask. What’s wrong now is the slight tickle of his stubble against your cheek, the hoarse quality to his voice in your ear. His breath warms your cold skin, and he slides a hand across the space between you to rest on your hip, layered in between the sheets and your pajama bottoms. 

But you know that’s not what he’s asking. 

“I can’t get very comfortable,” you confess, speaking so softly he wouldn’t be able to make it out if his ear weren’t two inches from your lips, “and I didn’t want to wake anyone up.” 

Remus hums, as though this is a prognosis he’d already reached and was merely waiting for you to confirm. You can hear Sirius’ voice as clearly as if he were awake: know it all. 

“They can sleep through anything,” he says. “One time the fire alarm went off, and James didn’t even stir. Don’t worry about them.” You must be emanating guilt, because he strokes his thumb over your hip pacifyingly. “And I don’t mind being woken up. I’m in and out of sleep all night anyway, it’s not hard for me to get back. You’re not used to sleeping with so many people, yeah?” 

Your face warms at his phrasing, though of course you know what he means. “Or with anyone,” you murmur. 

“Mm. I think I know what you need.” 

You don’t realize Remus’ plan until he’s already sat up. He reaches over you, rubbing James’ shoulder gently while you protest vehemently through whispers. 

James wakes with a yawn, taking Remus’ hand automatically and bringing it close to his face. “Wha’s’it?”

“Take her,” Remus requests drowsily. With his other hand, he nudges you forward. 

James starts to blink his eyes open, and you see no way out. You start climbing over Sirius as delicately as you can. “Sorry,” you whisper, to him, to them, to the room in general. 

Remus helps you out by tugging Sirius into your place. The other boy whines but settles quickly, rolling over to sling his leg over Remus’ instead. 

James welcomes you as heartily as his sleep-addled state will allow, adjusting the covers over you and smudging a few toothpaste-scented kisses onto your face. 

“Y’can’t sleep?” he asks. 

You shake your head. “Sorry.” 

He makes a soft dismissive sound. “C’mere, angel.” 

You refrain from telling him that you’re already here as his arms find their way around you, soft and firm in all the right places and deliciously warm. He starts to make slow, sweeping circles onto your back with his hand. 

“Jamie,” you murmur, grateful but embarrassed, “don’t stay up for me. Go to sleep.” 

“M’basically there,” he replies. “You first, yeah?” 

You can hear Remus’ breathing evening out behind you, syncing with Sirius’, and you’re suddenly sure that this is part of a routine he and the boys shared before you ever met them. That’s how he knew to hand you off to James, and how James knew exactly what to do. Something about that comforts you. And far be it for you to mess with tradition. 

You shuffle closer to James under the covers. He obliges you happily, adjusting his grip so he’s holding you more securely, with your leg resting against his and your forehead an inch from his nose. The shushing of his heavy palm on the material of your pajama top is the only sound in the world. 

You hear his breathing starting to deepen again, but James is right; you beat him there. 

Can’t Sleep (18+)

King Caspian x Reader

Unable to sleep, you and Caspian find another way to find peace late at night.

Tags: first time, smutty smutty smut, late night sex, insomnia, friends to lovers, a smidge of fluff, unprotected sex

(How ‘bout that gif tho? 👀👀)

The soft knock at your chamber door surprised you. Despite the fact you’d been laying awake for hours, the fire in the corner almost dead, you felt peaceful, tucked away under your soft sheets as your eyes lazily traced the folds in the canopy above you.

Every now and then, your fingers would drift back and forth over the sheets covering your thighs, the teasing pressure spring goosebumps across your whole body.

Your body seemed to mistake your touch for someone else’s, and you sighed as you slipped your hand beneath the sheets and traced your nails over the skin exposed by your lunch nightgown. You traced the dimples of your inner thigh, but the knock at the door had your hand shooting out from beneath the sheets.

Tugging on your thick robe to fight off the chill, you made your way to your chamber door. As quietly as you could, you slid the lock bolt back and opened the door a crack.

A tall figure shrouded in the darkness of the hallway stood on the other side.

“Caspian?” You whispered, frowning at your friend in confusion. “What’re you doing here?”

Your king was also dressed in his night clothes, his robe haphazardly thrown on too.

“Couldn’t sleep,” he explained softly, his voice rough. “May I come in?”

You hesitated, the low pulse in your core making you fight between finishing what you started or letting someone else carry on for you.

You opened the door just enough for him to slip through, quickly closing it behind him before anyone could come across you. If someone saw the king sneaking into your chambers, there would be uncomfortable questions and scrutiny.

Caspian sighed heavily, running a hand over his tired face. His chin length hair was mused, like he’d been running his hands through it over and over again, and slight shadows hung under his eyes.

“What’s keeping you up?” You asked, speaking at a normal volume as you perched yourself on the edge of your bed.

“Being king,” he drawled, chuckling mirthlessly. You offered him a sympathetic smile. He cast his eyes over to where you sat, taking in the rumpled sheets, and hung his head in shame. “I’m sorry if I woke you, I didn’t mean-“

“It’s ok,” you interrupted, shrugging, “I wasn’t sleeping.”

“So what’s keeping you up, m’lady?” Caspian asked with a teasing smile, stealing your words as he walked closer to where you sat. You chuckled as you tucked your legs up under you, shuffling back to sit up against the headboard. You hoped you were subtle in pressing your thighs together, that Caspian couldn’t tell beneath your nightgown.

“I’m not too sure. I just can’t seem to find peace tonight,” you shrugged.

“I know how you feel,” your king sympathised, the mattress dipping as he sat on the edge of the bed by your feet. “I would give anything to quieten my thoughts for a moment.”

“I suppose there’s not much to distract one in the middle of the night, is there?” you asked, twisting the skirt of your nightgown in your fingers.

Caspian chuckled softly, catching your eye. “I suppose there is, but we aren’t privy.”

You raised a brow at him, tension coiling low in your abdomen. Just having Caspian so close, in your chambers of all places, in his loose nightclothes, was sending your nerves into a frenzy.

“A shame,” you remarked, looking everywhere but at him, “I’ve heard it’s quite an effective sleep remedy.”

“You’ve heard?” your friend teased.

“You know I’m not married, Caspian,” you reminded him, poking his thigh hard with your foot. “You know I’ve only heard.”

“I was about to say, I must have missed your wedding invite.”

You snorted softly at his joke, biting down on the inside of your cheek to restrain your smile, but you were quickly chuckling along with him.

“Do you mind if I stay? Just for a little while?” Caspian asked softly, and you didn’t hesitate to nod.

Your heart hammered in your chest as he moved to the other side of your bed, slipping beneath your sheets so you were laying face to face on your sides. His lips were inches away, but close enough that you could feel his warm breath fan across your face.

“It must be nice,” you mused, “to fall asleep beside the person you love every night.”

Caspian hummed softly in agreement, his head propped up on his elbow as his eyes drifted across your face. Something about the look made butterflies stir in your stomach.

“What is it?”

“It’s a shame we won’t know what that feels like until we’ve married. To know someone’s touch in the middle of the night.”

His wording made your heart stutter, even though your mind knew he was talking about someone else.

“I just hope it’s with someone who understands me, like you.”

You smiled softly at your friend, reaching up to give his bearded chin a soft, playful squeeze.

“I’m sure it will be,” you reassured him.

Something about the moment made your touch linger. The air felt suddenly thick between you, like every breath you made was trapped.

It was Caspian who broke the tension, a surprised squeak dying in your throat as he leaned down and slotted his lips over yours, pushing you back into your pillow. Your hand moved from his chin to his hair, your fingers curling into the messy strands as you lost yourself in the push and pull of Caspian’s kisses. It was heady and mesmerising, and you gave yourself wholly over to the desire.

The urge in your core grew stronger with every slide of his tongue across yours, and you grinned as Caspian groaned into your cheek as you hooked your leg over his hip and pulled him in closer.

Ever the strategist, one of his broad hands clamped down on your thigh, holding it tight to him as he pulled himself onto his back and took you with him, you now straddling his hips. The manoeuvre made you giggle, and Caspian surged up to eagerly taste the sweet noise. One of his arms wound around your waist to keep you pressed to him, the other sliding into your hair.

“Caspian,” you breathed against his lips, lightheaded.

“For tonight, we can have this,” he urged softly, gently pulling on your hair so he could tilt your head back and trace his lips along the column of your throat. “Please, let us have this.”

The scratch of his stubble has he spoke made wetness pool in your core, and you shifted your hips to find some relief, your arms tightening around his neck, and Caspian’s groan as your core moved across the bulge in his trousers washed over your skin.

“Please, Caspian,” you pleaded.

His broad hands moved to pull at the lacings on your nightgown, yanking the collar down over your upper arms, trapping you, to expose your shoulders and collarbone to his lips. As Caspian lavished wet kisses along your skin, his hands came up to knead at your breasts over your nightgown, pinching at your nipples until you whined from sensitivity.

You buried your face into his hair, circling your hips in time with his movements, the friction delicious. His hands flew to your hips and clamped down, stooping you, and you looked at him questioningly.

“I don’t want it to be over, not yet,” he panted, his dark eyes deep and shining.

“Nor do I,” you replied.

Giving your king a chance, you tugged his sleep shirt over his head, exposing his smooth, toned chest to the dying glow of the fire and gently pushed him back. There was an amused curl to Caspian’s lips as he watched you from below, his hands coming to rest on the expanse of your thighs.

Keeping his gaze in yours, you bent forward to drop a kiss on his chest, right above his nipple. At the touch of your lips to his skin, Caspian gasped quietly, and you smiled to yourself as you proceeded to kiss every inch of his warm skin.

“Y/N…” he groaned above you as your kisses dipped towards the trail of dark hair that disappeared beneath the waistband of his trousers. You looked up at him then, your gaze hot as your wet bottom lip ghosted across the sensitive skin. The power you had over him was intoxicating.

“Another time,” he promised feverishly. You intended to hold him to that.

Caspian tugged you back up to meet his lips, your body sprawled over the top of his as his hands explored the expanse of your back, slipping beneath the fabric of your bedclothes. His kisses were hungry now- passionate, and your wet core clenching around nothing as Caspian sucked on your bottom lip.

“Caspian,” you begged, nudging his chin up with your nose to suck kisses along the length of his jaw. “I need to feel you.”

You moaned as Caspian’s hand drifted further south, resting on your bare behind and giving the globes a firm squeeze. It made your hips jut against his, the sudden friction making him hiss. Quickly, Caspian rucked up your nightgown, and you sat up to yank it over your head, leaving you completely bare in his lap.

Your head fell back, eyes sliding shut, as his hands roamed your exposed body, sliding up your sides to cup your breasts and massage them.

“Beautiful,” Caspian admired, his hands sliding down your stomach to rest just above your thighs, framing your glistening core.

Eager to be on the same page, you curled a finger into the waistband of his loose trousers and tugged.

“Your turn,” you smirked.

Caspian grinned, his hands flying to his waistband, and you sat up on your knees so he could push his trousers down and kick them off his legs.

You both moaned in unison as your core settled over him, his cock perfectly nestled between your lips. Unable to stop yourself, you rolled your hips, revelling in the slide of his cock between your slick folds.

Caspian was too impatient for any more teasing, pulling your forward so you fell into another kiss as he reached between you and placed the head of his cock at your soaked entrance. You keened loudly, panting shallowly against his lips as he slowly slid home - he was far larger than your fingers, the adjustment teetering between painful and pleasurable.

Just when you thought you were about to be split apart, you felt Caspian’s hips nestle against the curve of your behind, and you buried your face into the crook of his neck, overwhelmed.

“You feel like heaven,” Caspian groaned, his arms wrapping around you to hold you close to him, his heaving chest searing yours.

“‘M so full,” you mumbled into his skin. You held each other for a few moments, revelling in the feel of one another and doing your best not to end it there. Your core fluttered around Caspian, begging for more, and you grinned as he groaned your name.

Your hands braced on his bare chest, you slowly rocked your hips back and forth, moaning softly at the drag of his cock along your inner walls, the jut of his hipbones into the flesh of your inner thighs.

Caspian’s hands flexed on your hips, silently urging you to go faster, and you did as you were bid. You bit down hard on your lip to stop your moans from waking the whole castle. The faster your rocked, the faster you felt your climax coming, the tension in your core increasing.

“Caspian…” you whimpered. “I’m close.”

“You feel so tight,” Caspian grunted, adjusting himself so he could thrust up into you more easily. It was a deeper thrust than before, punching a gasp from you as you nearly toppled from his lap.

“K-Keep doing that, oh-“ you begged, one hand grasping at his hand on your hip, the other slipping between you to draw tight, fast circles over your swollen bud.

Caspian watched in awe as your movements bordered on frantic, your body stiffening as you fell apart above him, climaxing with choked gasp of his name.

Your release shuddered through you, your head lolling forward as your mind reeled with pleasure. Every inch where your skin touched his sparked. Your fingers curled into his stomach as Caspian continued to thrust through your climax, his head thrown back with pleasure as your walls tightened and fluttered around him.

Just before it was too late, Caspian pulled his cock from your core, and you watched in hungry fascination as he climaxed against your core, thick white release splattering and smearing over your mound as he panted your name.

With a soft oof, you fell onto the soft bed next to him, your body sore and satiated. But Caspian didn’t let you go far, immediately curling onto his side and pulling you in so you were once again face to face, your bodies twisted into one being.

You lay there together in the new darkness, the fire long gone out, sharing breaths. Caspian’s arm was wrapped around your waist, your leg hitched over his hip, and when you shifted, you felt his release on your skin slide.

“You know you can’t sleep here,” you softly reminded him, a small smile playing on the corner of your lips.

“I know,” Caspian replied, his eyes already shut. Uncomfortable questions and scrutiny be damned.

Hi luv, can I request something?

I was thinking about a poly!wolfstar x fem!reader where reader is feeling down because of her period but don’t wanna tell the boys bc she’s embarrassed. But she ends up acting all sad and the boys are really worried, thinking they did something wrong, and when they finally find out the truth they try to comfort her? A little angst with fluff ending, lots of cuddles. Only if you feel comfortable writing it, of course!

I love your writing, btw

Thanks for requesting lovely!

cw: period sadness

poly!wolfstar x fem!reader ♡ 971 words

“She’s moping,” Sirius whispers, arms crossed and dark brows bunched. He’s leaning back against the counter, having followed Remus into the kitchen to ‘help make the popcorn’. Two fingers tap restlessly on his bicep. 

Remus watches the movement, pensive. “She might’ve just had a rough day,” he says back. The sound of popcorn in the microwave works to cover his voice. “I think she’d tell us if we’d done something to upset her.”

He gets where Sirius is coming from. You’ve seemed a tad dimmer than usual, mumbly and perhaps a bit tired. But Sirius is quick to worry, and he has a nose for tension that occasionally sniffs it out when it’s not really there. 

“She might not.” Sirius is doing that thing where he looks and sounds angry when really he’s worried. Remus leans over to kiss his hair. 

“She’s better than us,” he reassures him, taking the popcorn from the microwave and leading the way back into the living room. 

You’re huddled up in one corner of the couch, blanket pulled tight around you and eyes looking to nowhere. You perk up a little when Remus shakes some of the popcorn into a bowl and sets it in your lap. 

“Thanks,” you say. 

“Course. Did you pick a film?” 

“I started to, but…” You shrug, passing the remote to Sirius as he sits down next to you. “You guys can pick, I don’t really care what we watch.” 

Sirius sends Remus a look. See? Remus frowns. He’s still not convinced you’re upset with them, specifically, but your upset in general is hard to deny. 

It’s unsettling to have you glum like this. He and Sirius have always been prone to their moods, but you’re…not, so much. It’s not that you never have a bad day, of course, they try to give you the environment to feel whatever you like. They’ve just not seen you like this before, obviously upset but seemingly with no cause. 

Sirius picks one of your favorite films anyway. The intro credits start, and ordinarily, this would be the part where you lean onto your other side and cozy up to him, but you don’t. You stay curled up in your corner, eyes at half-mast and pretty face impassive. 

The sweet bit of skin between Sirius’ brows is marred by a dent. 

Remus is sitting in the armchair adjacent to your side of the couch. He reaches across the space for your hand. With so overt a request, you give it to him, looking a touch bemused. He holds your gaze, sweeping his thumb over your knuckles. 

“Are you alright?” 

You blink. “Me?” When Remus doesn’t look away, you shrink slightly, shoulders pulling up towards your ears. “I’m fine, yeah. Are you?” 

“Oh, how crafty,” Sirius drawls. “Redirect the question, we’ll never see through that.” 

You smile cautiously. “Way to make me asking my boyfriend how he is seem nefarious.” 

Sirius’ answering grin is sharp, but Remus can see the anxiety beneath it. “You’re not as subtle as you think, babe. Why don’t you tell us what’s got you so twisted up, huh?” 

Just like that, you shut down again. You pull your hand from Remus’, fixing your eyes on the TV. “I’m not twisted up,” you say. 

“Dovey,” Remus says softly. When you look at him, your expression is controlled but your gaze is tentative. “Have we done something to upset you?” 

“What?” A line forms between your brows, a companion for Sirius’. “No, you’ve—you’re perfect.” 

“Well, I like to think so,” Sirius agrees breezily, “but you’re obviously not happy with us. It’d help if you’d just say what it is, so apologies and amends can commence. Unless it’s that I left the toilet paper roll empty again, in which case I can only say that you knew what you were getting into when you moved in.” 

His feeble attempt at levity doesn’t make much of a dent in your creased expression, though you do tilt up one side of your mouth as though to commend him for his effort. 

“I’m not upset with either of you,” you say slowly. Your tone carries a hue of resignation. “I promise, if I was mad I would say.” 

Now it’s Remus’ turn to look at Sirius. See? But Sirius looks even more troubled, as though he can’t fathom what could be wrong in your life if it’s not him. 

“You are upset, though,” Remus says softly. “What’s wrong?” 

You sigh, the sound heavy with that unidentified melancholy, and Sirius seems to feel secure enough now to drop a kiss on your shoulder. “Nothing’s wrong,” you reply, defeated. “I’m just in a mood because of my period, sorry. I don’t mean to be a bother.” 

Remus coos, reaching across the gap again to pet your baby hairs. 

Sirius leans into your side. “You?” he asks, kissing your shoulder again. “Never. Why didn’t you say, lovebug?” 

You shrug. You seem to be slumping deeper into the couch with every affectionate touch, your body relaxing. “It’s a bit embarrassing. I don’t want to be acting all sad just because my hormones are going funny.” 

“You’re not just acting sad if you are actually sad,” Remus points out. “Is your stomach hurting you?” 

“Not really.” You shift your weight so you’re leaning into Sirius, too. He looks about as happy as he can be when someone he loves is hurting, bottom lip pushed out as he rubs your shoulder and smooshes his cheek into the top of your head. “Just sad.” 

“D’you wanna watch something happy, sweetheart?” Sirius asks, voice dripping with a syrupy sweetness. “Or something sad, to cry it out?” 

You shrug again. “Maybe just a little sad? Like The Perks of Being a Wallflower.” 

“That’s only a little sad to you? Shit, baby, you’re tough as nails.”

Sirius says house chores are a group activity

poly!marauders x fem!reader | fluff | 349 words c/w: allusion to sex

James watches in stupefied wonder as Sirius Black steps behind you with a squeeze to your waist. That’s not the wondrous part; Sirius is always grabbing your waist. The wondrous part is that he’s not camping out in the basement while the rest of you are cleaning, hoping James doesn’t drag him out by the feet to scrub the toilet.

“Can I help you with that, gorgeous?” He’s using his smooth voice- the silky, low one he deploys when he wants to get in your trousers. Thankfully, you don’t entertain him. “That’d be fantastic, Sirius. You can start with these.” You point to something in the sink- presumably a stack of dishes- and James watches, dumbfounded, as Sirius only rinses off the suds and places them on the rack dutifully.

And he’s not even wearing gloves.

“What’cha doin’ there, lovie?” It’s Remus that breaks him out of his trance, snaking an arm around his waist. “Look!” James whisper-shouts in your direction. “Pads is doing house chores!”

“And he’s not even wearing gloves!”

“I can hear you two!” Sirius throws his head with a huff, hair following with the same indignant attitude. “Honestly, you make it sound like I never do anything around here.”

“Because you don’t!”

He's offended at that one. Water sprays as he twirls to point an accusatory finger. “I absolutely do too, you lying twat.”

“Oh forgive my incompetence; how could I forget you’re the king of lifting your legs when I come by with the vacuum cleaner-”

“You never bother to wipe the bathroom mirror-”

“YOU LEAVE YOUR LONG CURLY SPIDERLINGS-” James mimics mingling legs with his fingers “-JUMPING AROUND ON THE SHOWER DOOR-”

“Y-”

He’s cut off by a mocking, high pitched screech. “HOUSE CHORES ARE FOR HOUSE ELVES; IT’S IN THE NAME-”

“Sirius, please; you’re dripping on the floor.”

“Oh, sorry dolly.” He turns back around, completely abandoning James’ yapping. A kiss to your temple before pulling another dish from your hands. “I’ll take that, thank you.”

James gapes, bewildered. “She’s completely bewitched him, that woman.”

Remus laughs. “She’s completely bewitched me too.”

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Hi I was wondering if you could possibly make a cute regulus oneshot where regulus is just admiring the reader and compliments them in french knowing the reader doesn't understand. I love your posts so much. Hope you have a good day! 🌷🌟

-Regulus Black x reader

{Regulus loves to whisper French endearments to you}

Thank you lovely! 💕 also if there are any mistakes with the French please let me know and I’ll fix it right away, enjoy lovelies! 💕

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Another sigh falls from your lips as you stretch your arms before laying down against the soft picnic blanket, the feeling of the material against your skin only elicits another sigh which in turn makes Regulus let out a breathy chuckle, looking down at you with soft eyes.

“Are you okay?” He asks pushing your hair from your face and tucking it behind your ear, he smiles, an expression overflowing with love. You look up at him, your hand shielding your eyes from the afternoon sun as it casts down against you both, and you notice the way its orangey light dusts against his skin making him glow, just like an angel.

“Yeah, m’just getting a little tired” you whisper, and you watch as he lays down on his front, chin propped up on his elbows. He looks down at you and there’s something in his expression that melts you completely.

He leans down to press a kiss or two against your jaw and then another to the corner of your mouth, smiling into the small peck. Regulus never fails to make you go all giddy, the small touches and his love-filled eyes, that have you hiding your face behind your hands.

You can hear him 'tut' slightly as his fingers wrap around your wrist, the warmth of his hand against yours as he guides them away from your face.

“There we go,” he says with a smile, the sight has your chest blooming with warmth. He leans into you once again before whispering, “Tu es tres jolie” his lips peppering kisses against your face, and you swear your heart is skipping beats.

The words leave his mouth so beautifully and even if you haven’t the slightest idea of what they mean they still seem so heavenly. In all honesty, he could be insulting you, the thought makes you chuckle.

You watch as he frowns slightly, tilting his head with slight confusion. “You could be insulting me, I would never know,” you tell him, Regulus shakes his head, his curls that frame his face bouncing as he does so.

“I would never” he gasps with fake offence, a hand over his heart, “Je t'aime tellement” he whispers, his hand resting on your hips as he lets his head fall against your shoulder.

“I still don’t understand” Your fingers thread through his wind-tussled hair and you can feel him chuckle against you.

“Do you want me to tell you?” He asks, sitting up slightly as he kisses your cheek, you nod with a small ‘Mhm’

He smiles, excitement flashing through his eyes as he pulls you up, both sitting crossed-legged on top of the soft blanket he whispers a quiet ‘Okay’ before he speaks again, “Tu es tres jolie” he says slowly, breaking down the words for you.

And for what you lack in knowledge of the language you make up for with passion, and he stifles his laughter behind his hand, “Hey! Don’t laugh, I’m trying” you tell him with a slight twinge of embarrassment.

“I’m not laughing at you,” he says taking your hands in his, fingers entwined as he rests them on his lap, “Now listen carefully” he tells you as he repeats the words even more slowly.

“Tu es tres jolie” You give him a weary smile and he nods.

“Perfect” he praises you, his thumb smoothing over the bumps of your knuckles, “It means, you are very pretty” he leans forward pressing his lips against yours, your noses bumping slightly with the action, and his gentle words leave you feeling all floaty.

He doesn’t have time to pull away before your arms wrap around his shoulders pulling him back into you as you kiss him, although it doesn’t last too long as you both end up smiling, which makes you both break out in a fit of giggles.

“Teach me more?” You ask, forehead resting against his.

“Of course beautiful,” he says, and he spends a good hour teaching you, enjoying how interested you seem to be. The sun will eventually set, and both you and Regulus pack away your small picnic into a basket before walking back to your quaint little village house, arms linked.

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James being a big bear of a boyfriend and always just like lifting u up so easily to hug and sit on his lap and even tho u hate when anyone else does it he’s so BEEFY that you’re fine with him doing it

Yessssss I'm not much of a physical touch person irl but James I would allow

poly!marauders x fem!reader ♡ 847 words

Sirius is trying to follow Remus’ example and focus on the puzzle, but his eyes keep flitting up to you worriedly. You’ve monopolized the couch, laying flat with a hand cast over your eyes and your mouth pinched in obvious discomfort. He’d tried rubbing your calf and Remus had offered you tea, but they’d both given up when the attention only seemed to worsen your mood. Remus suggested they work on the puzzle while you rest (not Sirius’ favorite activity, but forced upon him because it keeps him quiet) and now they’re both simply trying not incur your wrath. 

“Quit looking at me,” you growl without opening your eyes. 

In Sirius’ case, not doing a very good job. 

“Fine, sheesh,” he says, and you press your lips together like you’re restraining yourself from snapping at him. 

You cringe when the door opens, every line of you pulling taut. James is all smiles as he tosses his gym bag to the floor with a heavy thump. “Hello, my loves!” His voice is a decibel short of booming, but it softens when he sees you on the couch. “Oh, sorry, is she napping?” 

Remus shakes his head, lips pursed as he watches your hand tighten over your eyes. “Headache,” he explains quietly. 

“Oh, I’m sorry lovie.” James reroutes from the kitchen, heading for you. Sirius tenses. “How bad is it?” 

“Prongs,” Sirius whispers urgently, “don’t—”

But James has already lifted you, one hand under your knees and another supporting your back as he moves you smoothly from your chosen position of rest and into his lap. He makes it look like nothing, which is the first offense (Sirius isn’t sure which of you he’s more jealous of), but the second is that you let him. Sirius and Remus have both looked up in alarm, waiting for a biting protest that doesn’t come. Instead, you remove your hand from your face, burying in it James’ brawny shoulder instead. 

“Bad,” you grumble, but your tone lacks the venom you’d spat at Sirius a moment before. 

James coos like he’s got a kitten in his lap instead of a viper, bringing his considerable arms around you. His palm cups the back of your neck, kneading gently at the tensed muscles there. “Where does it hurt, darling?” 

“Everywhere.” 

“By your eyes?” 

“No.” 

He hums, brows furrowing as he works steadily at your neck. You’ve gone nearly lax in his arms, trusting him to hold you up as you slump against his front. “Have you been drinking water?” 

“It’s not that.” Some of the irritation is back in your tone, Sirius notices, but it’s been markedly softened for James. “I had tons of water this morning.” 

“Probably a tension headache then, yeah?” He looks to Remus, who nods. The quiet boy looks as dumbstruck as Sirius feels. 

James moves his grip to your sides and lifts you again, rearranging his legs to get more comfortable before placing you back in his lap. He places a hand on each side of your head, thumbs pushing into your temples and rubbing in slow, soothing circles. You begin to look like you might fall asleep.

“This is so unfair,” Sirius hisses to Remus. 

“He has a power,” Remus admits weakly, “which transcends understanding.” 

“Do you want some tea?” James murmurs to you after a while. Sirius’ eyes have gotten stuck watching the movement of his forearms, and he snaps them reluctantly back up. 

You hum, uncertain but definitely considering it. Behind you, Remus throws up his hands. James sees him and smiles, shoulders shaking with quiet laughter. 

“I’m getting the sense this isn’t the first cup you’ve been offered,” he says, looking immensely entertained. 

You sigh, but even that sounds pleasurable as his big thumbs drill diligently into your temples. “Yeah, but I just wanted to be left alone.” 

Remus and Sirius exchange a look. You seem perfectly fine with company now. 

“Don’t be silly,” James chides lightly, “a warm drink will make you feel better. Remus, love, would you be so kind as to make her a cup?” 

“Sure.” His voice is gruff, but then you murmur a quiet thanks, Rem and Sirius actually sees the moment his heart turns to mush. “No problem,” he says, softer now. 

“Attagirl.” James’ hand drops to give your shoulder a squeeze, his bicep flexing slightly with the movement. Christ, Sirius might have to fake a headache later, if this is the sort of treatment those receive. “Drink your tea and then we’ll get you to bed, yeah? You can sleep the rest of this off.” 

“You know, I offered to carry her to bed earlier,” Sirius says, still slightly bitter, “and she told me very clearly to fuck off.” 

You don’t sound so much exasperated now as exhausted. “Siri, when you carrying me doesn’t involve setting me down every five steps for a break, then we’ll talk.” 

James’ laugh surprises both of you, and he apologizes hastily for jostling you, pressing a quick kiss to your forehead before resuming his ministrations. You don’t seem all that upset about it.