#i get the vibe that he puts up a Big Bravado and.. he's secretly a lot softer???

[cognitosclowns]

Hey! I'm very ashamed that I'm writing about such a request, but if it doesn't bother you, could you write a little nsfw Glenn x reader content? I would be very grateful, sorry again '^^

DONT BE SORRY <333 I WILL GIVE U SO MUCH FISH MAN PORN JUST FOR HAVIN THE BALLS TO ASK ILYSM

NSFT BELOWWWW <333

HOHOHOOOOOOOO

I've already brought up before that this fellow is Repressed Beyond The Point Of Repression

THAT ISNT JUST FOR HIS BISEXUALITY. HES REPRESSED ABOUT JUST,, SEX IN GENERAL TOO

He,, struggles with telling you what he likes?? He just kinda goes along with,, The Most Basic Stuff. Missionary, very little noise, etc.

It,, is definitely gonna take some serious affection (and maybe a bit of therapy) to get him to a point where he feels,, comfortable enough to experiment!!

GRK <3 I WILL NEVER STOP SAYING HOW THICK HIS ACCENT GETSSSS. If i ever fail to mention it, presume I’ve been replaced by a Cognito Issued Clone smdnsdm.

TOP OR BOTTOM, DOESN’T MATTER. You’re getting,, the thickest southern drawl - not to mention colloquialisms!!

‘Well aren’t you just peach pink <3 what a sight’

He’s,, a bit of a show off when it comes to his strength,,, he’ll take any opportunity to flip you around!!

He tries to be Polite bc,, His Momma Raised Him To Be Polite To His S/O, but he might let smth positively Filthy slip if he’s,, really enjoying himself <3

he,,, loves seeing you spread out on your stomach, head in the pillow?? Smth about <333 seeing you so perfectly melted into the bed, clinging to the pillows <333 BIG EGO BOOST. Besides he gets to run his hands along your back

PREHENSILE COCK BABEY <3 if you suck him off,, you’ll be able to feel it wriggling around!! Kinda like a tentacle??

ALSO SUCK THOSE BALLS  <333 if you want him to swear, That’s The Spot. he might start praying msnds

Also when it’s inside <3 it curls around instinctively. Even if his thrusts get a bit,, clumsy or frantic, its gonna keep swirling on that sweet spot inside youuuu <333

PRAISE KINK PRAISE KINK PRAISE KINK. God this man craves to be told he's handsome <3 murmur it once and he's gonna be hooked on hearing you say it <33333

He'd never admit it but he <333 really wants to be railed

Just,, the idea of you above him?? Him being in a position where,, he isn’t in control?? H o h   b o y e

You'd 100% have to bring up the idea bc He's Never Mentioning It Not On His Life.

The idea of him asking and you,, mocking him about it??? Or thinking less of him?? scares him more than anything in the world. Not taking that risk.

Bring up the idea of fucking him?? He feels like he's being cooked alive in his own clothes <333 he can’t even hide it, his face is scarlet.

His tail,, doesn’t get in the way?? it might curl n twitch a bit but it isn’t gonna cause problems!!

Be gentle!! He had no clue what he's doing. Best way to calm him down is keeping a hand on his shoulder, or side!!

He’s gonna apologize for making any noise. Even if it’s just a little gasp, he’s gonna apologize <3.

Don’t worry!! He forgets about all that just around the point you find That Spot, in which case he’ll,, probably yell-

Nobody expected him to be quiet, and he most definitely isn’t (once,, yknow,, The Nerves and Toxic Masculinity Die Down) <3 his noises are a mixture of fairly loud groans,, vv throaty deep whines, and this,, trilling?? It almost sounds like a whimper - it only really happens when his voice Jolts Up to the higher octaves!!

THESE WERE JUST SOME,, MISC IDEAS. LMK IF YOU HAVE ANY OTHERSSSS <333 FISH MAN DESERVES TO FUCK.

[hyungwons-overbite]

2019.08.02.hyungwon

summer storm vibes

You felt Hyungwon sit up a little straighter on the couch as another crash of thunder rumbled through the sky.

"What's the matter, baby?" you asked teasingly. "You scared?"

"No..." Hyungwon responded hesitantly, sinking back into the couch a little closer to you. He lifted his knees to his chest, leaning his head on top of yours.

"Oh really?" You didn't believe him for a second. "Then let's go outside. A little summer storm never hurt anyone."

His eyes grew a little wider, but he maintained his bravado. "Okay, let's do it."

The two of you walked out onto the porch as a flash of lightning illuminated the world around you. Hyungwon grabbed your hand, nearly jumping out of his skin.

"Wonnie, what's the matter? Scared of a little lightning?" As you finished teasing, another crash of thunder made you jump this time, causing the two of you to erupt in a fit of nervous laughter. "Come on!" You walked down the porch steps as large raindrops slowly started falling from the sky. "It's barely even raining! Come down here!"

Hyungwon hesitantly descended the staircase joining you under the expanding grey clouds.

"See, this isn't so bad!" The cool drops lightly dotted your body, soothing the warmth of your bronzed summer skin. You started dancing to your own rhythm as the thunder and raindrops started coming in steady waves.

"Jagiya, it's starting to rain harder. Are you sure you wanna be out here?" Hyungwon still sounded uneasy.

"It's just a little rain! You won't melt, Wonnie, I promise," you responded with a laugh. "Come on!" You ran out to the edge of the yard as the warm air was filled with heavy rain. You spun around, arms outstretched, whooping and hollering into the wind. Hyungwon chases after you, white t-shirt clinging to his wet frame.

Suddenly you feel his long arms wrap around your torso as he lifts you off of the damp grass beneath your feet. Your laughter catapults your happiness into the wind as he swings you around a time or two before returning you back to the ground. He loosens his grip, allowing you to turn around and face him, his hands finding their home in the small of your back.

His jet black hair is plastered flat against both sides of his head and you reach up to push his bangs back out of his big brown eyes. He furrows his perfect brows as the rain continues to fall, squinting to get a better look at you.

"How do I look?" he asks you, the two of you now completely drenched.

"Like a wet dog," you reply flatly, without missing a beat. His jaw immediately drops, clearly offended by your sassy comment, but he secretly loves it when you get mouthy. You giggle at his reaction and cup his jawline in your hands. "I'm just kidding, Wonnie!!"

You pop up on your tip toes to give him an apologetic kiss of reassurance. He pulls in his lips as punishment, not allowing you access.

"Hey!!" You cry out as he stifles a smile. "Let me love you!! I just wanna give you a kiss! Just one kiss!" You start planting kisses across the entire lower half of his face until he's smiling so big you're kissing his teeth.

"Kiss me baaaack," you whine and he obliges. He runs his long fingers through your wet hair caressing the back of your neck and pulling you in to kiss you deep in the warm summer rain. Holding the sides of your face, he presses his forehead to yours.

"I wish I could put in to words how much I really love you," he whispers.

You feel yourself blushing as you take his hands to lead him back towards the house, getting you two out of the steady downpour. "Trust me, I love you just as much, Wonnie. More than you'll ever know."

[la-fille-en-aiguilles]

The Beautiful & Damned (6/7)

Female Reader x Young!Remus Lupin | Female Reader x Young!Sirius Black

Chapter 6: Selflessness and Camaraderie, That Know No Bounds

A/N: And we are nearing the end, my loves. The thought kind of saddens me, but I am also beyond happy for the warm reception this story got. Thank you very much, it’s you who kept me writing into the night these past weeks! 

Also, I know that maybe Minnie’s a tad too merciful in this part. Let’s just say she loves them boys as much as we do, ‘kay? :) 

As always, please enjoy!

New to the series? - Accio Chapter 1: The Golden Couple - Accio Chapter 2: No, Definitely - Accio Chapter 3: Misread - Accio Chapter 4: Bravado Falls - Accio Chapter 5: Marauders to the Rescue

Not to brag, but you were always considered quite an accomplished speaker. 

Everyone who knew you - even superficially - were quick to realize: that pretty little face of yours came with a tongue so sharp it cut like a Sectumsempra charm. 

Almost never rude (only if the situation really called for it), usually calm & always very clear, you could be very persuasive, be it with the girls that you shared your dorm room with, or with your professors when they made mistakes, correcting your essays. 

You nearly always managed to talk Sirius Let’s-Throw-A-Bloody-Tantrum Black out of whatever adventure he had decided to go on, for Godric’s Sake, - that should have meant something, right?…

Right?… 

Yet despite your gift of the gab, all the hints and nearly blatant dismissal, this blockhead of a Slytherin Penn Parkinson just didn’t seem to get the message. 

“Hey Y/N,” he came all the way to where you were sitting at the Gryffindor Table - and judging from his expression, for that strenuous effort on his part alone, you should have jumped his bones. “Lookin’ good, poppet, as usual”. 

The chatter and the laughter, echoing across the Great Hall, watered down significantly as Parkinson pushed his way onto the seat just across from you, nearly knocking your interlocutor, Xenophilius Lovegood, on the floor. 

“Get the fuck out of my way, you freak!” Parkinson barked, before turning back to you with a self-adoring smirk.  

Narrowing your eyes at the Slytherin, you exhaled slowly, trying to keep your composure with every bit of self-control that was left in you. After the emotional rollercoaster that Remus Lupin had put you through last week, your patience were wearing real thin. The amount of anger and bitterness you were able to take on up to this very moment was truly sensational in its proportions; it would have sufficed a minor failure in one of your classes for your self-composure to burst at the seams. 

Luckily, Penn Parkinson and his gigantic ego happened first. 

You didn’t want anyone to get wrong ideas - some of the most brilliant and sharp-witted wizards whose company you truly enjoyed were proud Slytherins. It’s the odd specimen like Parkinson, Crabbe, Goyle and Malfoy, to name a few, that were responsible for the not-so-likeable reputation of the house. None of the dignities common to human behaviour seemed to cross the skies of those four, clouded thick with judgmental exclamations and selfishness, that in truth, you knew, were the manifestations of the inferiority complex. 

Remus is nothing like that. The thought electrocuted your brain like a bolt of lightening, coming out of nowhere. 

Focus, you scolded yourself, staring at Parkinson, unblinking. 

“I strongly suggest that you apologize, Penn,” your voice came out smooth and levelled, and you mentally patted yourself on the back. “And then feel free to get the hell out of my sight”. 

Woahs and Ohs resonated in the air all around you, as the three of you instantly became the center of everyone’s attention. Staring daggers at Parkinson, from the corner of your eye you saw Lovegood give the people around you an awkward smile, as if apologising for the commotion that he thought he caused. That look on his face, the fact that he thought that he was the one that had to apologise, made you see red. 

“Oh come on, poppet, don’t be such a prude, that’s a major turn-off”, the second the words left Parkinson’s lips, you knew where you were going to spend the rest of your evenings - scratching those nasty cauldrons in Slughorn’s class clean during eternal detention - yet nothing could stop you now. “‘sides, you better learn how to choose friends properly - first that gutless Lupin, now this loony Lovegood…”

Parkinson didn’t know what hit him. The thump with which his body landed on the ground was ear-splitting, the echo of the Petrificus Totalus curse whispering to the walls of the Great Hall until it was interrupted by a reverberating exclamation. 

“Bloody hell, that was hot!…” 

Standing over the table and Parkinson’s stupefied form behind it, you instantly reacted to the Potter’s outburst, turning your head. The pang of pain pierced your heart so deep you almost sat back down. 

Peter, James and Sirius were staring at you with their eyes alight; but the way Remus looked at you, standing in between long tables, several feet away!… The way every woman wanted to be looked at by a man. Admiration, awe and you could swear on it, deep affection coloured his eyes vivid greenish-brown, soft yet burning, it almost hurt to watch. 

Remus had always been a huge mystery to you, that you would kill to spend your life unraveling. He always looked sleepy, soft and innocent, but Merlin knows more than half of the legendary Marauder pranks were based on his ideas. He had always been the shy non-talkative one in the crowd of people, but whenever he told a joke or shot a witty comment at them, the entire room burst out laughing. Too self-conscious, Remus refused to acknowledge just how many girls and boys were secretly pining for him and his melancholic kind of vibe, his smile that held a sort of surprise in it, like a warm day in the middle of December. 

From the moment you first laid your eyes on him you wanted nothing more than to become his friend. When he first shared his chocolate with you during one of your study sessions, Sirius couldn’t hear the end of it till the day Remus allowed you to steal food from his plate. You honestly thought Sirius would kill you for your constant blabber, or rat you out to Moony at the very least, but he never did such a thing. 

Then at the end of last year, Padfoot told you that young Lupin might fancy you. You laughed out loud in his face, thinking he was doing the best friend’s job of trying to comfort you in the time of need. Over the days, he insisted, again and again that Remus carried a torch for you, and that “the signs were obvious”. You begged him not to probe, because Sirius was just about as subtle as a mandrake root pulled out of its pot in a library, and as amused as he’d been, he agreed. 

Then you both went to that Ravenclaw party when he whispered the fateful words in your ear: “I told you so”. From that moment on, you couldn’t think of anything but of that young Gryffindor student that carried his scars like flowers, blooming in the sun. 

When you finally worked up the courage to tell him about your feelings, as expected, it turned out a colossal disaster. Everything that could go wrong, went nuclear, and not wanting to reject you in front of everybody, Remus fled, and nipped in the bud every attempt of yours to talk to him afterwards. 

You were confused, angry and disappointed, not only because Sirius turned out to be wrong all along, but also because Remus thought you’d be too of a wimp to take his rejection like a strong, powerful witch that you were. 

And now he just stood there, thunderstruck, looking at you like you were his religion. What the hell was wrong with him?!… The wave of anger rose in your chest again. 

“This is for “the loony Lovegood”, you, revolting parody of a wizard!” you spit in Parkinson’s face, finding an outlet for your exasperation. “This - Locomotor Mortis! - is for the “gutless Lupin”, you bitch”, you watched with a chuckle as Slytherin’s legs locked together, “And this! - Levicorpus! - is for the “poppet”, imbecile!”

“That’s my girl”, you heard Sirius snicker, before the sound of it drowned in the row of applause, cheering and whooping. 

You’d only got a second to admire your handiwork - Parkinson’s numb body hang head-down high above the ground - before the Marauders nearly jumped you, their grins encircling you. 

Peter chirped compliments like a little bird, Sirius and James, with their heads thrown back, laughed rowdily, with pretty wrinkles in the corners of their eyes…

Everything around you disappeared the moment Remus’ captivating eyes caught yours.

“Merlin’s beard, Y/N, you are… out of this world,” he spoke softly, his face inches away, chocolate on his breath making your mouth water.

It took you a minute to deal with your hormones, as you gazed at him blankly, your face unreadable. With the ability to speak, came the desire to shout, adrenaline still coursing through your veins. 

“Oh, so now you want to talk to me?!” you flared up, anger eating at you like fire at a piece of parchment paper. “Enough people for you here, Moony?”

“Y/N…” Remus face fell, his big beautiful eyes full of repentance. “Please, let me explain…”

“I don’t need your explanations,” your voice was dripping with almost tangible hurt. “I’m not an idiot, you know, I actually have a brain!” Remus made you lose control, and while you could deal with the outbursts of hurt, affection or lust in the past, you’d seemed to have reached your limit. “You could have told me! You could have just told me you didn’t like me in that way, it would have been okay. I respect your feelings, Remus, you shouldn’t have to love me back! We could have….”

The rest of your thoughts died on Moony’s mouth as it captured yours. Your body reacted to him instantly and naturally: you found the bitterness of coffee dozing on his lips, as if they’d never been away. Your entire body seemed to reconnect to every inch of his, your fingertips relishing every long, lean line of his back, the broad expanse of his shoulders… In his arms, you were home.  

“I know we have a lot to discuss,” he murmured against your lips, his silk eyelashes caressing your skin. “I want you to know that I loved you since I met you, and…”

You didn’t let him finish, resuming the kiss - you already knew what he had to say, because you felt the exact same way. At this point, words were superfluous. 

What you didn’t know however, was that Remus had finally realised what made you so special. What made people want to be around you, talk to you, hear your laugh.  It was, indeed, your dazzling beauty. Beauty, that came from within. 

“…Is that…. Is that Mr. Parkinson?!” the crowd of students who hated the Slytherin and his idiotic gang started to quickly thin out the moment they spotted Professor McGonagall making her way to the place of public hanging. She now stood side by side with James and Sirius, their eyes still glued to Penn. 

“Why yes, professor,” Prongs agreed proudly. “In the flesh. Or should I say in the air?…”

Potter and Black exchanged glances, grinning wide. Unfazed by their antics, McGonagall raised both of her hands and slapped them both lightly on the back of their heads.

“I am very disappointed in you, Mr. Potter!” she announced, producing the wand from her robes and slowly bringing Parkinson’s numb body to the ground. Sirius opened his mouth in order to ask why the hell wasn’t she disappointed in him, when she cut him a stern look from the corner of her eye. 

“Don’t even get me started on you, Mr. Black. I suggest you move your possessions to Professor Slughorn’s bureau, with your troublemaking habits you might as well start living there!” Sirius bit his bottom lip hard and turned away. 

“Professor McGonnagal!” upon hearing Minerva’s voice, you untangled yourself from Remus (with great effort!), and hurried to where she stood, Remus hot in your tracks. “They didn’t curse Penn, Ma’am… I tried to get him to apologize… It was…”

“Me, Professor,” with his chest puffed out, Remus stepped in front of you readily, facing Minerva. You couldn’t help but gasp at his boldness, grabbing his arm instinctively in an attempt to pull him back. 

“Rubbish!…” you exclaimed, trying to attract McGonnagal’s attention, and for a brief moment you did. She lowered her stare, studying you scrupulously. Just when you were about to elaborate, James bloody Potter had to intervene: 

“Oh come on, Remus, Y/N’s right. Quit showing off,” you half expected him to stick his tongue out at Lupin, but luckily, he must have had a change of heart under Minerva’s piercing stare. “I was the one who Petrificus Total’ed the Slytherin baboon, Professor. The evidence is there!” he shook frantically the wand he produced from his robes. When James Potter set his mind on something, it was a losing game to try and fight him on whatever it was. “Had you heard the way he talked to Y/N and Xenophilius, you would have done much worse! I had to simply content myself with a difficult numbing spell...” In order to appear more convincing, Prongs took on a serious expression and motioned towards the unmoving body. 

“Now, don’t get too excited, Potter,” Sirius huffed. “It was yours truly who locked the legs together… And that my friend, was a far more sophisticated charm!…”

From the scandalised expression on Minerva’s face, you realized you weren’t going to be the only one to be expelled or to spend the rest of your life in detention, and however paradoxical that might have sounded, the thought made you want to smile. Pursuing your lips in order to suppress a laugh, from that moment on, you decided to lay back, relax and watch the show. 

“That is exactly what happened, professor,” Moony nodded, biting his bottom lip, and taking an air of a man who didn’t regret a thing he did and was ready to pay the price for his actions. “And after Sirius finished with him, I Levicorpse’d him for a good measure… But that shouldn’t come as a surprise of course… Since it was my idea to hang the Ravenclaw prefect from the Astronomy Tower”. 

The confession produced such a spectacular effect that James, Sirius, Peter and you gasped collectively this time, both impressed and shocked at Moony’s audacity in the face of the only professor you ever truly respected and, truth be told, feared. 

“I was the one who…” James wanted to soften the blow (or to add to it, with him you never knew), when McGonagall raised one of her hands, effectively shutting him up. 

“Please spare me the details of your heroisms, Mr. Potter. The same goes for the four of you,” she eyed each and every one of you with a very admonishing look. When her gaze rested on you, she continued: 

“Sixty points will be taken from Gryffindor for the dangerous barbarity one of you has committed!” she paused, waving her wand and thus sending the Parkinson’s body to Madame Pomfrey, you presumed. “Whoever it is, he, or she,” she gave you a pointed look, “should consider themselves extremely lucky, for I could have sent them packing. I will be writing to all of your parents tonight!” you bit your lip so hard it hurt, and instantly felt a warm, calloused hand squeeze your own. 

Without even looking to your right, you knew it was Remus. 

“Also, five points will be awarded to Gryffindor,” when all four of you raised your eyes in surprise, you could swear you saw a mischievous glint in Professor’s stare. “For the selflessness and camaraderie, that know no bounds. The four of you will fulfil seven consecutive weeks of evening detentions, which will surely only reinforce the bond you share.” 

And just like that, with the rustle of her robes, McGonnagal walked off, with a barely-there smile on her thin, righteous mouth, that she thought no one would notice. 

But you did, watching her with a bright smile of your own, relishing the warmth’s of Moony’s hand.

Last chapter’s coming soon!

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