sleepy cuddles with remus???
like he’s on top of you face buried in your chest while you play with his hair and maybe say something like my moony while stroking his cheek and the other guys hear it and are like YOUR MOONY? he’s ours but remus is just nuzzles his head deeper into your chest and is like her moony ☺️
"My Moony," You coo down at Remus, your lips pressing a fleeting kiss to the flushed skin of his forehead. He buries his face further into your chest, and you can feel the smile on his face growing against the thin fabric of your shirt as he lays face down on top of you.
He's hardly able to mumble a 'stoooop' into your chest before James and Sirius join in, indignant shouts shattering the previously serene silence in the dorm.
"Your Moony?!" Sirius scoffs, "He's ours! We've known him for longer than you have, so back off, Y/L/N."
His remark is teasing, and you share an exasperated smile with him, but Remus is less amused. He swats away the hand that James uses to aggressively ruffle his hair, peeking out from your chest only to grumble, "Her Moony. Piss off, boys."
Remus Lupin x Reader
a/n: I’m going on a road trip to New Orleans for my birthday tomorrow and it got me thinking about Remus on a road trip and just going on a road trip with the Marauders. Then it got a little… heated lol
summary: On a road trip with the Marauders, you try and avoid getting motion sickness but you’re having a hard time not focusing on the moving bus and the passing scenery. Luckily enough, your boyfriend Remus has just the thing to distract you, as long as you keep quiet.
warning: MDNI 18+, fingering, degradation, praise, overstimulation, kinda public sex, slight exhibitionism, If I missed anything lmk!
word count: 2.1k
You rested your head against Remus’ shoulder, closing your eyes and trying your hardest to keep your mind off the Volkswagen jostling your body so that motion sickness doesn’t overtake you.
You both sat in the third row of seats as James drove, Lily holding the map and instructing him when to turn. Sirius and Peter both laid across the second row, sleeping soundly. Remus’ head turned away from the window, feeling you rest against him. His lips immediately meet your temple, kissing it tenderly.
He couldn’t see your pained yet determined expression from his height but you knew he could somehow sense your wariness. He kept his lips against your skin, letting its warmth spread through your body.
“Alright, love?” He questioned, hot breath tickling your skin, causing you to shudder slightly. You groan, shaking your head as the bus hits a particularly nasty bump.
“Trying not to focus on the bus movin’. Don’ wanna get sick,” you mumble, voice muffled as you nuzzle your face against his shoulder.
“Gettin motion sickness again?” Remus asked, voice tinged with worry. He knew how long car rides got to you. You nod against him, slouching against the seat.
“Think so,” you respond, trying to think of something besides the sensation of feeling every little rock the van rolls over.
“Gotta keep your mind off it, dove,” Remus says, hand moving to pat your bare knee, fingers tickling the edge of your dress. You groan, closing your eyes and shuffling closer to him.
“I’m trying but I can’t help it,” you whine, internally chastising yourself for acting like this. But you dreaded the oncoming pain and you demanded comfort.
“Want some help?” Remus asked, voice suggestive as fingers began lightly grazing your leg. You subconsciously leaned into the touch.
“How could you help with something like this?” You asked curiously, mind distant as you tried not to focus on anything too hard.
“Could offer you a little distraction…” he trailed off, his voice continuing with that suggestive lilt. It didn’t click until his teasing fingers began making their way up closer to your core. Your eyes shot open as they made contact.
“R-Rem,” you stuttered in disbelief, looking up at him with furrowed brows. Remus kept his gaze ahead as your breathing started to pick up, heat blossoming in your stomach as Remus rubbed his fingers along your clothed slit.
“Just keep your eyes ahead, dove. Keep your thoughts on me, on what I’m doin’ to ya,,” he spoke lowly, a rasp washing over his voice as he pressed his fingers more firmly against you. You clench around nothing and your eyes widen at the effect his words have on you. Letting out a small whimper you glance ahead, looking around at your friends and the small space you currently occupied.
“Remus, w-we’re in a van. With everyone,” you say nervously, looking back up at him as you try not to rock against his hand and hating how much the idea turns you on. Remus continues to keep his eyes forward.
“James and Lily got the radio so loud they won’t hear anything, and Sirius and Peter are knocked out,” he explains simply. He then slowly moves his gaze down to meet yours before raising a single brow. “So… as long as you keep quiet little one, no one will suspect a thing. Think you can keep quiet for me?” A small moan escapes you, not being able to help from reacting to the pet name mixed with his fingers pressing the material of your panties down against your clit. You shake your head lightly, brows furrowed.
“I don’t know, Rem,” you answer, voice shaky with uncertainty. A softness falls over Remus’ expression as he takes you in.
“We don’t have to do this, you know. Say the word and I’ll hold your hand and rub your stomach when it starts to ache,” he says, his voice gentle and soothing. But then his fingers flex against your core and his eyes sharpen. “But judging by this,” he starts, a smirk overtaking his lips. His fingers are quicker than you can react but you can feel it as Remus pushes aside your panties and gathers up your slick. You stare at him wide-eyed as he removes his hand and holds it up in front of you both. His smirk is mischievous, the gleam in his eye fierce as he speaks. “You’re dripping,” he says smoothly, voice coated in self-satisfaction.
“Remus!” You scold, tugging his hand down and getting it out of your friends’ sight. Remus laughs, moving his arm out of your grip and pops the fingers in his mouth. He moans around his digits and you melt against him, entranced by the sight as you feel yourself growing wetter.
His hand falls back on your leg, only now it grips the inside of your thigh, your dress having previously ridden up. Your eyes follow the movement and remain on the hold as you watch his spit smear against your thigh.
“Let me take care of you,” he says softly, practically begging to help you. Your tongue darts out, licking your lip as your gaze remains on his fingers.
“O-okay,” you force out, still not sure how well you can keep quiet but your growing desperation overcomes such doubt.
“Yeah?” He asks, checking in with you, wanting you to be certain, needing your full consent. You merely nod, chest tightening and breath hitching at the anticipation.
But suddenly Remus’ hand snaps away from your thigh and tugs at your chin, forcing your eyes on him. Your lips part as you feel his damp fingers against your skin.
“Words, dove, I need words,” he grits out, jaw slightly clenched and eyes wild as he looks down at you, gaze flickering over your face, checking up on you. You watch him for a moment, savoring the expression before you speak.
“Please take care of me,” you whimper out quietly. Remus’ eyes roll back into his head as a low guttural groan escapes him. When his eyes flutter back open, his touch is leaving your chin and moving inside your panties.
Two fingers spread out your folds and slip through your wetness. You feel yourself rock against it, breath increasing as pleasure sparks through your core.
You hear Remus inhale deeply before slipping two fingers into your slick center. You choke on a whimper, hips jerking at the thick digits entering you. He starts at a steady pace, moving them in and out of your desperate hole. You whine quietly, cunt fluttering around his fingers and hips jerking to meet his thrusts. You hear Remus chuckle and a moment later you feel Remus’ hot breath on your ear, sending shivers down your spine and increasing your pleasure.
“What got you so turned on, love? You're soaking my hand. Was it the idea of me getting you off in front of all our friends? Was it the possibility of getting caught? Or was it my words? Do you like hearing the dirty things I plan on doin’ to ya..? Or is it all three?” He taunts, voice holding a sinister twinge. Your eyes squeeze shut as you listen to him and you can’t stop yourself from clenching down on his fingers. You hear a huff of laughter. “All three, aye? I can work with that…” he trails off, sounding slightly more focused. He moves deeper within you, fingers curling against your walls and igniting your nerves.
“Ah— Remus!” You cry out as quietly as possible, letting a surprised moan follow as he crooks his fingers, sliding over a sponged area inside you that sends a jolt through your body and black spots in your vision. A familiar coil begins to tighten in your stomach.
“Shh, quiet sweetheart. Wouldn’t want our friends to interrupt now would we?” Remus teases, a wondrous smirk decorating his expression as he continues to watch you and the pretty faces you make when you try and hold back your pleasure.
“F-faster— please,” you beg out breathlessly, needing more friction to move you closer to the edge, waves of pleasure pushing and pulling you. Remus makes a sound of disbelief though his fingers quicken, heading towards a brutal pace.
“You want me to go faster now? Why just a few minutes ago you weren’t sure you could do this. Now look at you, you filthy thing. Makin’ a mess of my hand, moaning like a desperate slut. That’s what you are aren’t you? My desperate little slut,” he spits out, fingers pounding in and out of you, the force jerking your hips.
Your brows furrow at the pleasure that wracks through your body, the coil tightening in your stomach, drawing you closer to release. Your jaw drops in shock as Remus moves his thumb to your clit, moving it in tight circles.
“Yes!” You hiss out before a loud moan escapes you without permission. You throw your head back against the seat as your hips buck up.
“Is she ok back there?” A sudden voice sounds out through the van. And it’s only then you notice anything past the fog clouding your mind and you suddenly realize the music had been turned down. Your stomach clenched wondering how long it had been.
You freeze completely, keeping your head back and body still. Remus hesitates when Lily asks the question but quickly collects himself and continues the movement of his fingers, moving slower and more languidly but never relenting the beautiful torture on your clit.
Your breath hitches and you curse yourself for enjoying the thrill of this so much, hating how the possibility of getting caught causes electricity to rush through your veins.
“A bit of motion sickness is all,” Remus replies smoothly,
his gaze meeting Lily’s now. You can imagine Lily’s sympathetic frown behind your closed eyes.
“Awe, the poor dear. Well don’t worry, love, there’s a rest stop not too far. We’ll stop for a break soon,” she assures with a firm nod. Remus sends her a charming smile and breathes out a sigh of relief.
“Sounds brilliant, thanks Lil,” Remus responds and you tense up, forcing moans back down your throat and ignoring ripples of arousal coursing through you.
“Don’t mention it,” Lily calls back, appearing none the wiser as she spins back forward and turns the music back up. Remus rounds his head to look down at you again.
“You have got to be more quiet, dove,” he says through clenched teeth. His fingers begin picking up their pace and your lips part. “Don’t want all our friends to know that you can’t even go a car ride without needing something to fill you up,” he whispers harshly, fingers thrusting into you just as harsh and thumb stimulating your clit perfectly.
“I-I’m close, Rem,” you say, voice shaking and stumbling over words. Tears prick at your eyes, causing you to open them in an attempt to blink them back. Remus lets a wide smirk transform his face.
“Of course you are, and you’ve been doing so well, taking my fingers so nicely. Now, go on, be a good girl and make a mess out of James’ van for me,” he says, his voice somehow both soft and mean at the same time. Your head falls forward and your eyes widen just as Remus moves to pinch your clit.
Pain mixed with immense pleasure causes the coil to snap and euphoria to wash over you like a tidal wave as you’re finally pushed off the edge and into a blissful orgasm.
“Oh god—“ you choke out, voice strained as you hold back screams of pleasure. Your body shakes and jerks as your orgasm moves through you. Remus exhales sharply, continuing to work you through it.
“Clench my fingers, pretty girl, just like that. Take me for all I’m worth…” he hisses out, breath heavy as he watches you. His eyes fog over, pupils blown wide as he looks over every inch of you, memorizing every change of expression and jerk of your body. Your orgasm begins to calm but Remus doesn’t stop in his movements. Your features twist as overstimulation starts to take hold. “God you’re beautiful, all ruined and fucked out,” Remus says, voice light and dazed. You whimper and start to squirm away from his fingers as pain overwhelms the pleasure.
“S’to much, Rem,” you mumble out, feeling a sense of tiredness replace the arousal that had previously consumed you.
“Can’t give me another one?” Remus asks with a frown. You shake your head tiredly, head falling limply against his shoulder. Remus sighs and carefully moves his fingers out of you. You whine lightly before relaxing back against the seat. After wiping away the cum on his fingers and the mess between your thighs, his hand rests back on your leg and starts massaging away the small tremors that remain. “Well, I suppose one’s served its purpose. Rest little one, we’ll be there before you know it,” he says softly to your already half-asleep form, kissing your forehead and turning back to look outside the window as he had been doing before.
— 𝐖𝐞'𝐥𝐥 𝐍𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐇𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐱
— Remus Lupin x fem!reader
— summary: you're used to boys wanting one thing and one thing only from you, causing you to be thrown off when Remus Lupin kisses you, just to kiss you. based off of "We'll Never Have Sex" by Leith Ross.
for @fairydxll 's 2k writing celebration! sorry it took so long, angel.
prompts: "I think I'm in love with you and I'm terrified." + "Please never stop smiling."
word count: 2.5k
— tw: slut shaming (ew, i know), alcohol, marijuana, cursing, mentions sex. mainly fluff ewwww ;)
— a/n: eek! i've been wanting to do a fic based off of this song for a while now, and i thought it would work so well with these prompts I simply couldn't resist!! i'm sorry its been so long since i've uploaded a fic, life has been really hectic and honestly really shitty and sitting down to write has been hard, but I'm so happy i finally finished this one. hope you all love it like I do!! xoxo Miz
“Heard (Y/n) (Y/l/n)’s gonna be at the party tonight, she’s an easy target.”
Sirius Black didn’t even give his best friend a chance to react before he was smacking their fellow Gryffindor’s books out of his hands and straight to the ground, making them land with a dull thud that echoed through the corridors, never once turning his head to get a good look at the kid, he didn’t have to to know he was probably rat faced.
Remus didn’t say anything, but he had never been one to do so. He kept his eyes forward, piercing down the long hallway, but his anger showed in the tightness of his jaw and the white of his knuckled as his grip on his shoulder bag strap tightened, and if you looked close enough you could see the glint of a heavy sadness twinkle in his brown eyes, but only if you looked close enough, of course.
Which Sirius had.
The darker haired boy opened his mouth to say something, anything to his best mate to get at least the ghost of a smile to graze his lips, but he quickly shut it when he saw you making a beeline for the two of them from the opposite direction, a bright smile plastered on your face.
And, suddenly, there was the light in Remus Lupin’s eyes.
“I am so ready to get absolutely plastered!” You enthused, your eyes wide with excitement as you linked arms with your two friends, looking back and forth between the two of them, patiently awaiting for excited smiles to grace their handsome features as well. But, when they both just nodded, pathetic smiles hanging loosely from their lips, your shoulders slumped.
“You’re not excited?”
“Of course we are.” Remus assured you, raising an eyebrow at Sirius.
Sirius had a terrible habit of telling you all of the nasty things they overheard about you around the school, not because he enjoyed the sad look in your eye or the occasional quiver of your bottom lip, but because he would get so angry he simply couldn’t help himself. He felt as though he would be doing you a disservice if he didn’t make you aware of how more than half of the student body felt about you. But it began to get to the point where it became useless, you already knew, why was there any point in informing you every time?
And why was there an issue? Why was it such a bad thing that you enjoyed hooking up? It wasn’t like more than half of the male student body wasn’t doing the exact same thing you were. You were just having fun, enjoying your young years and reveling in the perks of not wanting to be tied down just yet. It made the Marauders blood boil, hearing people talk about you so terribly like they weren’t doing the same thing.
“Ecstatic.” Sirius exhaled, sending you a soft smile and a wink, causing you to smile again.
The three of you continued to walk arm in arm to the common room, chatting about nothing and everything, summer plans, classes, the handsome dark eyed boy Sirius has his eye on, Lily and James, and just about everything in between until you reached the fat lady.
Sirius muttered the password and you brought your hands to your sides, breaking the chain between the three of you, causing a chill to go down Remus’ spine at the lack of your touch, the spot on his arm now felt cold.
“There they are! S’my best mates!” James came tumbling down the steps leading to the boys dormitories, a loose tie hanging from his neck and hair tousled in all different directions.
“Are you drunk already?!” Remus questioned, stifling a laugh.
James held his hands up in surrender, “Wha’s a party without a little pre party right lads??” He laughed before bringing his hand up to point to you. “You!”
“You! Go change and meet us in our dorm! Pre party!!”
You had barely opened your mouth to respond before James spun around on his heel and was bounding up the steps again, impressively not tripping over his own feet, with Sirius not far behind, yelling at James about how he hoped he saved some for him.
You and Remus stood next to each other for a moment, amused looks adorning both your faces at the childish excitement from your two best friends over a Hogwarts house party, before you eventually turned to each other and giggled, both sets of cheeks flashing with heat.
“I’ll see you at the party then?” Remus asked, assuming there was no way you’d come to sit in their messy dorm hours before the party started, forced to watch Sirius and James argue over spells and the best pickup lines.
You nodded. “See you there, Moony.”
Remus had been right, of course, you did not join the boys in their dorm for drinks, instead deciding to take a nap before getting ready and taking your time on getting ready, before taking a couple photos with your roommates and having a couple quick drinks with them.
By the time you made it downstairs to the common room, the party was in full swing, drinks cluttered the tables, students were crammed on the couches, and the smell of smoke and firewhisky quickly invaded your lungs. You couldn’t help but smile at the atmosphere, you adored parties. There was always just a lighthearted and carefree vibe around them, you get a couple drinks in you and suddenly everyone is your best friend, your cheeks hurt from smiling, and the undeniable urge to dance all just tie together to create the perfect feeling in your chest.
And it doesn’t hurt when there’s a certain cutie you have your eye on that you can flirt with all night.
“Looking lovely as always.”
You turned your head as your eyes landed on your best friend and you smiled, trying so hard to ignore the warm feeling of butterflies in your stomach as his deep brown eyes looked into yours, a soft smile playing at his lips.
“Why thank you, Mr. Lupin.”
“Please, call me Remus.” He quipped, extending a hand out to you to assist you in walking down the remaining steps, only then had you realized you were still on the stairs.
“As you wish.” You joked back, a wink flickering across your left eye, and Remus swore if he had had just a couple more drinks his legs would have turned to jello.
Once you had made it down to even ground, a drink was being shoved into your hand by James, who’s bloodshot eyes were paired nicely with the poorly wrapped joint hanging from his lips.
You smiled and took a swig from your drink, light happiness bursting through your chest at the love your best friends shared, they were better for each other than you could’ve ever imagined.
“Should be right behind me.” You said, turning your head slightly to see if your best friend had made her way out of your room yet, but the only sight you were met with was James clammering up the steps to check on his girl.
You shook your head and giggled before turning your attention back to the taller boy, who had the same humorous expression on his face.
“I’m telling you! Those are the exact words that came out of her mouth!” Sirius argued to the gaggle of friends, who all weren’t listening, too occupied by their fits of laughter and the joyful tears running down their faces to listen to their friend.
The black haired boy pouted and fell against the handsome Ravenclaw he had been wrapped around all night, who cooed and kissed the side of his face, although an amused glint still sparkled in his eyes.
You hadn’t even remembered what the story was, but now you couldn’t stop laughing, being egged on by the cackles of the rest of the group, and you clutched your stomach.
The party had completely died out, leaving just you and your closest friends on the common room couches, exchanging stories and cigarettes as soft music sounded from the record player in the corner.
And Remus’ hands hadn’t left your skin all night.
They were constantly somewhere, one on your waist, your lower back, swung over your shoulder, the back of your neck, and currently, softly gripping your thigh.
You turned to look at him, a bright smile still beaming on your face before you lazily rested your head against his shoulder, prompting him to press a kiss to your hairline.
“You are so beautiful.” He whispered so softly that even you almost missed it and you felt heat rising up in your cheeks, bringing your head up to face him again, this time a softer smile on your lips.
“Please never stop smiling.” He breathed out, his face turned serious, eyes filled with devotion and warmth, quickly flickering to your lips before they went back to your eyes.
And he had you.
“I feel sick.” You announced suddenly to your friends, shooting straight up to your feet, causing Remus’ hand to fall. “M’gonna turn in.”
“Oh, love! Would you like help?” Marlene asked, leaning forward and gripping her hands around the armrest of her seat, ready to up and help you, despite the curly haired brunette sitting on the floor between her legs.
Remus caught on. “No, Marlene, you stay here. I’ll help her.” He insisted, standing up beside you, his hand ghosting around your waist.
“You’re sure?” She raised an eyebrow and Remus nodded, trying his best to ignore the knowing smirks of his fellow Marauders.
“It’s no problem.”
“Alright.” She answered hesitantly, eyes flickering over to you. “Come fetch me or Lils if you need, yeah?”
You nodded and bid your friends goodnight, snaking your fingers through Remus’ while allowing him to lead you up the stairs.
You were both giggling and tripping over your own feet as you got closer to your room, but a certain heaviness weighed on your chest when you remembered what he most likely wanted from you. Even though Remus was someone closer to your heart, he was still a boy, and it was something that all boys wanted from you, because they knew they could get it.
You didn’t entirely mind, enjoying the no strings attached one night stand every once in a while, but it got to the point where most guys at Hogwarts wouldn’t even look in your direction unless they had a lustful intent, and sometimes, that stung.
But, you still let Remus into your room, you still locked the large oak door so you’d be left alone by your roommates, who you were positive were spending the night elsewhere, and you still looked up at Remus expectantly, breathing slightly heavy from running up the stairs and only a little dizzy.
The sandy haired blond was hard to read, his eyes didn’t leave yours as he set down his bottle of firwhisky with a thud on Lily’s dresser, and he brought one hand to grip the side of your neck, his thumb stroking your cheek bone, and the other on your hip.
Your heartbeat quickened as you rested a hand on his chest, the other holding the opposite side of his neck.
It was agonizing, the way he studied you, the way he leaned in closer only to place a chaste kiss on your jaw, earning a soft sigh from you as you fluttered your eyes close.
“Fuck.” He whispered before his lips were on yours, soft and gentle, barely parted as his grip on you barely tightened, just holding you.
And he pulled away, just like that.
“(Y/n).” He whispered.
“Yes?” You breathed out, head still spinning from the feeling of his lips on yours.
“Jus’ sayin’ your name.” He replied, his eyes scanning over every feature on your face, before pulling you in for another kiss, and you took the liberty of deepening it, leading him over to your bed before he pulled away from you, his hands gripping your shoulders.
“Woah, woah. Hold on, love.”
Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion as you looked at him, slightly cocking your head to the side.
“You don’t want-”
Remus felt his heart break.
You thought he just wanted to fuck you.
“W- why did you kiss me, then?” You asked, confusion plastered all over your face, arms dangling at your sides as you waited for Remus to answer, and his intoxicated brain couldn’t get a response out fast enough.
“Oh god, oh god.” Your eyes widened in horror and this time it was Remus’ turn to be confused. “I completely misread the situation. Fuck!” You frantically rubbed at your eyes, smearing black eyeliner and mascara all over the delicate white sleeves of your top. “Oh god, I’m so sorry Remus. I- I thought you were flirting and-”
The brown eyed boy was completely helpless and didn’t know what else to do besides grabbing your face to kiss you once more, breaking apart only a second later to rest his forehead on yours.
“Just to kiss you.” He responded to your question.
“I kissed you, because I wanted to kiss you, love.”
Your eyebrows raised in understanding, a look of uncertainty in your eye.
“Just to kiss me? Not to-” You gestured to the bed, but Remus cut you off.
You could’ve cried, right in that moment, you could’ve cried. Did your best friend love you the way you loved him? Was this really happening?
“And, and if I told you I didn’t want to be touched?”
He smiled, “I’d say you look lovely.”
“And if I told you I just wanted to lay with you and cuddle?”
“Happily.” He breathed, a look on his face that said that was the only thing he’d ever want from you.
“If I said we’ll never have sex?”
Remus laughed and shook his head at you, “Darling, I wouldn’t care.”
You smiled, and sighed with relief, falling into him, and he gladly wrapped his arms around you, swaying you back and forth.
“Rem.” You said after a few moments, voice muffled by the material of his shirt.
He hummed in response.
“I think I’m in love with you.”
He couldn’t believe what he was hearing, he pulled away from you in disbelief, staring and studying your face, looking for any hint of sarcasm or humor, but there wasn’t one. But there was a tear running down your cheek, and Remus was quick to wipe it away.
“And I’m terrified.”
He frowned as your bottom lip quivered and your eyes lowered to the floor, ashamed to look at him. But Remus brought your head up to look at him by placing his thumb and pointer finger on your chin.
“Nothing to be scared of, dove. I love you more than you could ever know. I’m with you.”
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Hi! Could I maybe please request reader taking care if drunk Remus and he keeps saying things that embarrass her or something? No pressure if you don’t want to!
hi tysm for ur request I hope this is okay! <3
"Remus!" you cheer, having finally spotted him in the mess of the party, sequestered in the kitchen with his school friends.
He perks up at the sound of your voice, all big smiles and pink cheeks. "Dove! Where have you been?"
"Where have you been? I went to find the bathroom and you disappeared."
"I was winning a game of beer pong," he informs you, matter of fact. "Oh my god, what the fuck. Did you get prettier?"
"What?" you ask, giggling.
His hand comes up to your face, big palm warm on your cheek. "You look so cute." He turns to his friends, tugging you by the shoulders. "Guys, doesn't she look amazing?"
You flush and smile at people you don't know and then, thankfully, James and Lily where they're sitting, James in a big chair and Lily in his lap. James smirks, Lily looks pleased for you.
"Did Sirius put love potions in the drinks again?" you ask.
"Nope!" Lily says, too cheerful.
"He did put firewhiskey in the beer pong cups, though," James says.
"And then I lost on purpose," Sirius announces, appearing from the patio doors smelling of cigarette smoke and expensive cologne.
"You guys are evil," you say, just as Remus ducks in to kiss your cheek.
"He didn't lose on purpose," he refutes in your ear. "I'm just amazing."
"Yeah, you are," you say fondly, smiling up at him. You wrap your arms around him in a hug and glare at Sirius over his shoulder, hoping it says what you're thinking. Stop messing with my baby. You know he doesn't know how beer pong works.
"You smell really, really nice," Remus says, nose in your neck.
You close your eyes, embarrassed by his very earnest, very public display and declaration of affection. There's a wave of snorting and smug giggling from his group of friends that you ignore. Poor baby. They won't forget this anytime soon.
"You smell good too, Remus," you tell him, rubbing his back.
He seems in good spirits despite the sheer amount of alcohol you imagine to be in his system right now, only slightly wobbly in your hold. You kiss his neck quickly, one then twice, feeling a little sorry for him. He’s so smart, and yet lacks any common sense when it comes to Sirius, who is evil enough to change the rules of any drinking game for personal gain. They’re both too competitive.
He pulls away and his smile is blinding.
"How do I smell?" you hear Sirius ask.
"Like an ashtray," Lily says, deadpan.
"You wanna come dance with me?" you ask, trying to save him from their teasing.
"I'll do anything with you," he says. Jesus Christ.
You pull him from the kitchen and into the crowded living room. It's much darker here, louder, still Remus reckons you're pretty as a peony and twice as soft, hands on your waist. You curl your arms around his neck and dig your face into his chest.
"You're fucked," you tell him, face aflame from his waxing poetic.
"What?" he shouts over the music.
You peer up from his chest and aren't surprised when he kisses your forehead tenderly, totally at odds with the jumpy pop song filling the room.
"Your eyes are really pretty," he says, lovelorn.
You pretend not to hear him, chest burning as you realise this is an all night affair.
"Did you hear me? I said your eyes are really pretty! You're so beautiful, love!"
You make a panicked sound and tighten your arms around his neck, almost throwing him off balance as you hug him close. He strokes your hair, mumbling, "Was it something I said?"
casual dominance with remus
warnings: very light d/s relationship (sfw), mentions of food, implication of social anxiety, reader wears makeup & is implied to be shorter than remus.
author’s note: is 700 words too long for a blurb?? idk the technicalities Help. n e ways enjoy <33
remus sighed, running one hand through his hair and tugging you back toward the dining hall with the other.
“baby, y’gotta eat breakfast,” he states, steering you toward the table.
“rem, we’re gonna be late meeting everyone,” you argue, attempting to stand back up when he gently pushes you into the seat. his hands are strong on your shoulders, easily keeping you in your spot. “‘m’not that hungry, anyway.”
“i don’t care,” he answers, and his voice is stern. remus shovels some pancakes and fruit onto your plate. when he meets your gaze, his brows are raised, challenging you to argue.
you know better—of course you do. you huff, picking up a strawberry and taking a dramatic bite out of it.
remus smirks as he begins to cut up the pancake for you. “good girl.”
you’d planned to meet your friends at a thrift store that day, and in the end you’re only a few minutes late.
you’d immediately dragged remus to the jewelry section and picked out matching rings; his only fit his pinkie, but he swore he loved it.
as you’d made your way through the store, more and more people began pouring in. every so often, your gaze would flick up toward the small crowds of people.
as you sifted through a rack of wooly sweaters, remus squeezed your hand three times—something he’d come up with, a silent way of asking are you okay?
you look up, and, meeting his gaze, you smile. “‘m okay, rem. look, this would be cute on sirius, don’t ya think?”
the sun had held up through the afternoon, and, after you’d finished your shopping, the five of you decided to go out for ice cream.
“bunny—wait,” remus said as you approached the vendor. you stopped, and before you could question him, remus was crouching—placing your bags on the stone ground beside him—and retying your shoelaces.
beside you, james and sirius were laughing. “she’s got you wrapped around her little finger, mate,” teased james.
rolling your eyes, you threw james an unkind gesture, before glancing back down at remus. he was staring up at you, eyes bright with something like love. your lips curved up on their own accord, and your fingers were running through his hair, gently tousling it.
he reached up to grab your hand, bringing it to his lips before intertwining it with his own as he stood. “‘course she does.”
shopping never failed to tire you out, and by the time you’d finished the movie sirius had suggested you watch, you were mostly asleep. head resting atop remus’ lap, his hand carded through your hair and traced small shapes on your neck.
“you awake, m’love?” his voice, warm and rumbly, was distant to your ears. you heard yourself make a garbled noise in response, and pressed your face further into his jeans.
you heard him laugh, before your body was being repositioned and the couch fell from beneath you. blearily, your eyes blinked open, and you found yourself in remus’ arms.
as you passed them, sirius patted your head, and james opened the door for you.
“where are we going?” you mumbled into remus’ chest.
“just t’the bathroom,” he replied. “you need to take your makeup off.”
you groaned, head falling back as he carried you bridal style. “it’s fine, rem. m’too tired. can just take it off in the morning.”
“no, that’s bad for your skin.” he’s standing still now, and, upon opening your eyes again, you realize you’re in the bathroom. when you glare up at him, he only smiles. “c’mon, bun, y’gotta take it off.”
“fine,” you huff, but when you begin to climb out of his arms, he brings you toward the toilet instead. closing the lid, he sets you gently atop it.
when you send him a questioning glance, he elaborates. “i can take it off for you.” he spends only a few seconds searching for the small pile of things you keep in the boys’ dorm before finding your makeup remover.
remus crouches before you, lifting your chin with his forefinger and thumb before beginning to gently wipe at your skin. as he glides across the tops of your cheeks, your eyes begin to fall shut once more.
“i love you, rem,” you murmur, voice breathy with drowsiness. “so much.”
you don’t need to open your eyes to know he’s smiling. “love you too, angel,” he says, before pressing a kiss to the tip of your nose.
A SNOG NEED ➪ REMUS LUPIN
⊱✿⊰ synopsis : remus and you shares a few intense kisses and eventually it starts to effect you ♡.
⊱✿⊰ pairings : remus x fem!reader
⊱✿⊰ word count : 538
⊱✿⊰ warnings : heavy making out/descriptive making out, language, teasing, grinding, not full smut it’s like a slow burn, some petting, dom/sub dynamics, lot’s of pet names
❥ ─ author’s letter to you : am i coping with my struggles by writing smut? just a tad. but anyways i hope y’all enjoy this small little blurb, i love u bby’s <33
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➙ REMUS’S pillow-soft like lips were connected passionately to your impending swollen ones. both of your lips collided and clashed together in a kiss that was full of both immense need and desire all at once. the lycanthrope’s warm, smooth tongue gilded and danced rhythmically inside of your desperate mouth. the wet muscle tracing every tooth and all of it’s crevices almost as if he’s trying to memorize it as he brings a large hand to hold the back of your head, a handful of your hairs hidden between his fingertips.
a wanting, breathy mewl slipped past your lips when you felt remus lightly tug at your roots hard enough to where you disconnect from him. a singular strand of yours and your lover's spit kept your agape mouth’s together, the string breaking when you went back to chase after his lips once more. so needy and desperate from him to be close to you at all times.
remus slightly backs away from your incoming lips, a soft chuckle leaving him while he does so. the rough hand that was currently placed at your scalp began gently massaging and rubbing at your hair, a smirk taking over his face at your slacken expression and sounds of the little purring noises emitting from you.
“s’ that feel good, pretty one?” a few more chuckles came out of your boyfriend at the franticness of your nodding to his question. loving how his hands gently soothed you but at the same time loved how they were gripping and tightening at your strands at such unexpected moments.
“yes, remmy” the words were whispered as you started to buck your hips against his. your panties-covered core was met repeatedly with remus’s hard covered bulge, as you kept grinding along him with so much want.
“uh uh, baby. did i say you could start grinding against me?” at the exasperated shakes of your head, he hummed to himself, scarred hands going down to grip firmly at your hips to stop your movements.
“no, rem. y-you didn’t”
“s’why’d you do it then, pup? hmm? where’s my good little girl?” the faux sympathetic tone remus used on you that was quite condescending flew way over your head, your hazy mind taking it as consoling. you then puckered your red, lips that were swollen from yours and remus’s previous intense making out, into a huge pout unconsciously.
the sight making remus brown orbs light up in amusement, his finger lifting up to trace your jutted out bottom lip before teasingly tapping the smooth flesh. “pouting like a dumb baby won’t get you the things you want, darling. you know that”
and like that, your lips impossibly sprouted into a more protruded pout at his words. remus gives you a warning glare with a tsk exiting him, his brown mop of locks slightly moving as he tilts his head.
“use your words, pup. or i won’t touch that needy cunt of yours at all, and i don’t think you want that, s’isn’t that right?”
“remmy, please. i want you so badly, please!” remus smirks widely at your whiny toned pleading, satisfaction written all along his beautifully scarred features.
“see? that’s all y’had to do, pretty darling. my good girl”
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concept- y/n calling remus ‘remmy’ for the first time😭
this is so fucking cute omg
you and remus were sitting on the couch of the gryffindor common room, the both of you relaxing and reading a book to relieve the stress of the day.
well, you weren’t reading, remus was reading to you.
you didn’t even know what the book was about, occasionally tuning in but getting too confused and focusing on his features and voice instead. the way he’d smile when he caught you, or his face would scrunch up in focus. you always loved pointing it out too, so he knew how cute he was.
you tap his shoulder to get his attention, the boy marking his page and turning to you. “do you know how cute you are when you read, remmy?”
your boyfriend laughs at first, a soft blush coating his cheeks at your words. although, his face grew a brighter red when the realization of what you’d called him kicked in.
“‘remmy?’” he questions, tilting his head like a puppy. you giggle at the action, you’d always thought remus was the real dog, not sirius.
“mhm,” you nod your head as you speak, a smile on your lips at his reaction. remus pulls you closer, wrapping an arm around your waist to keep you there. the book was long forgotten, and remus may or may not have had you repeat the nickname the rest of the night.
— clueless | poly!marauders
summary | based on this post!
warnings | taking advantage, obliviation, corruption kink, daddy kink very much subspace, manipulation (?), (soft)dark!marauders over all.
word count | 779
Eyes as round as they can get, you blink up at the three wizards, their loose fitted sweatpants not doing much to hide the thick print of their cocks, which you yearned to have inside you at this point, practically daydreaming at the way they could all prod at your insides.
Sirius sucks his teeth, face stern as he speaks, “look at her- ‘s like we fucked her too dumb it’s all she can think about now-”
James interjects, “well we did-”
The brunette rolls his eyes, “I say it’s time we do it again,” shrugging as you sit obediently on your calves, feet touching your bum.
The bespectacled boy at his side debates, turning to the lycanthrope, he raises an eyebrow, “whatd’ya reckon, Remus?”
Remus himself thinks, and cocking his head to the side he stalks towards your squirming form on the mattress. “Bunny,” he says, making you look at him immediately, a delicate smile touching your lips, “yes, daddy?”
“How you feeling?” He pinches your chin between his thumb and index finger.
You whine, rocking your hips impatiently, “want you!”
James chuckles in awe as Sirius scoffs, “pathetic.”
“Watch it,” chastises Remus, letting go of your chin to tug at your swollen nipples, causing your back to arch into his touch.
He lets go of you, and you almost fucking cry at the neglection. “Go ahead, James,” he sighs, sitting in one of the three chairs surrounding the bed.
Your throat is dry when you swallow the rock-sized lump in your throat, lip quivering as James approaches you slowly, your peripheral catching Sirius taking a seat in the other chair that faces Remus.
“Daddy?” you sob dryly, making grabby hands at James, your mush of a brain not picking up on what they were talking about. He coos, “I know, dolly, I know, you just want that pretty pussy fucked sore, huh?”
Eyes twinkling, you bob your head rapidly.
“Quit it, James,” scowls Sirius, and the curly-headed boy lifts his hands playfully before turning back to you, tone as soft as ever when he whispers, “You wanna go and sit on Siri’s lap, so Rem can do a little check up on that baby brain of yours, princess?”
You steal a glance to the other two, hues rounding when you catch sight of Remus’ wand tightly held in his hand. You hated when magic interfered during your sexual life, it took you by surprise too much, an eerie feeling swam in the pit of your stomach.
Head shaking side to side, the boys casted an inquiring glance to each other.
“I dunno... I don’t think-”
“Good,” interfered Sirius, “don’t.”
A wrecked cry comes from your chest as James hauls you off the bed, and as hard as he’s tugging you, you know his heart is cracking behind his ribcage, he is the softest one after all.
Huffing as you’re plopped down on Sirius’ lap, his corded arm tightening around your waist, though you feel it falter as your hot cunt leaves a splotch of slick on his sweatpants.
“Shit,” he hisses, thumping his forehead against your back, and all of a sudden, your sobs subside, instead a gasp escapes you at the thickening of his cock against your ass. “Maybe we can leave this for later, look at how wet the poor thing is,” he proves his statement by swiping a finger over your weeping slit, holding up the glistening digit for the other two.
James smirks, but says nothing, obviously not opposed to the idea, meanwhile Remus squints, “this is why she’s such a slut, you’re too horny for your on good, mate, focus.”
Sirius groans, muttering curses under his breath.
“‘S better to slowly slut her out all over again, anyway,” purrs James, smiling sickly at your thunderstruck face, “what?”
Sirius intensifies his hold on you, “Be quiet, dove.”
“B-but-- what are you- Remmy?” you heave, panic striking in your veins.
He stands up, wand still in hand, but now it’s directed at you. “Our sweet little fuckdoll, God, you’re always so pretty when we do this.”
You hiccup, choking on your own cries as James holds your face still with one hand, shushing you.
“Don’t you worry that dumb baby brain, we’ll take care of it- like we always do.”
Weeping, you shut your eyes tightly.
When your eyes are open again, you’re ignorant to the reason behind the throb between your legs, as well as to why your recently made friends are sitting on your bed.
You stammer, knuckling at your eyes. “Wh- How did you guys- get in here?”
Sirius laughs cooly, “oh you clueless little bunny, always so fucking adorable.”
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𝐻𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑜 𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑙𝑠, 𝑒𝑛𝑗𝑜𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑏𝑙𝑢𝑟𝑏 𝐼 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑢𝑝 𝑙𝑎𝑠𝑡 𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 ｡ﾟ･☆
𝐼𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢'𝑑 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑎𝑛 𝑒𝑚𝑜𝑗𝑖 𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛/𝑠𝑢𝑏𝑚𝑖𝑡 𝑎 𝑟𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡/𝑎𝑠𝑘 𝑎 𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛, 𝑚𝑦 𝑠𝑢𝑏𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑜𝑝𝑒𝑛➹
𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗄𝖾𝗋!𝗋𝖾𝗆𝗎𝗌 𝗅𝗎𝗉𝗂𝗇 𝗑 𝗂𝗇𝗇𝗈𝖼𝖾𝗇𝗍!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋
𝖶𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌: 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗆𝖺𝗅𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗌𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖻𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝗂𝗆𝖺𝗀𝖾ry
Sirius was right- you really could see everything from here. This was all his fault for telling Remus about it. About the small tower that looked directly into the girls dormitory.
Where was she?
Remus took a shallow breath. He was waiting for her. Y/N. His unrequited obsession. The infatuation of his dreams. She was an ethereal angel, pure and bright. Remus often could do little but lay in bed and just think about her- every single inch of her.
There she is.
She entered in just a small, white cotton towel; her wet hair loose and hanging down her shoulders. Remus could feel the blood rushing to the tip of his cock, the material of his slacks tightening. He could see her thighs, pillowy and soft. He thought about how they would feel squeezing his head while she came from just his tongue; oh how fucking good that would be. He would make her come over and over and over just to hear her soft, little voice create heavenly moans.
Y/N pulled the towel fluidly from the upper half of her body, her perky tits bouncing at the sudden motion. She was flooded in the late afternoon sunshine, her skin glowing in the rays: a gift from god. A groan ripped from Remus’ throat as she dried her upper body gently, brushing the towel against her sensitive nipples, flinching at her own movement.
His calloused fingers fell to his belt. He couldn’t contain his straining erection for any longer, the girls obliviousness felt too easy to take advantage of. He made light work of the metal, pulling it free before releasing his cock. He pumped it gently in his hand, attempting to imitate her soft touch. She leant up, towel still tied around her stomach, making a makeshift pony tail from her wet tresses.
Here we go.
Remus’ mind ran wildly with the image of her falling to her knees, hair up, innocent doe eyes staring into his begging him for his cock. He’d smack those pretty, blushing cheeks of hers for being so fucking greedy, training her how she would desperately need. His cock would tease the opening of her tight mouth as she watched worriedly at its size, which he’d have to laugh at. His hands would find the back of her head, pushing his entire length in, reveling at the inevitable gag and the tears that would roll from her shocked eyes.
He was snapped back into reality by Y/N reaching to her dresser, picking up a bottle of the moistureriser she always smelt so strongly of: rose water. Her small, soft hands smoothed the product into her skin. She shifted her weight to apply the product to her legs. Her towel slipped.
Fuck. There it was.
Her perfect fucking pussy. His cock twitched in his hand. Remus let out a moan laced with lust, his hand tightening on his length. He’d kill a man for his stupid hand to be her tight, wet cunt. It would squeeze him like a vice as she tried to fight the tingly feeling in her tummy. And he wouldn’t cease drilling into her godly hole until she was begging, screaming at him to stop. His cock jerked as he came into his hand.
She had to be his and he would do anything to ensure it.
sub james always being super possessive over y/n and gets all pouty when y/n focuses on remus bc he’s in his subspace 😵💫
“C’mere, sweet thing,” you murmur, cupping Remus’ chin in your slender hand. He sighs, nuzzling into you for comfort in the bed. “Being such a good boy f’me.”
Remus whines, kissing a sloppy trail across your neck and collarbones, nipping at your skin reverently. His big hands travel the length and width of your body, squeezing and grasping as though you’ll disappear at any moment. It’s so rare for Remus to be in this mindset, so you take extra care with him when he is, ensuring that he’s comfortable and content. He sprawls his long limbs across your body, pinning you down and snuggling into your neck. From the other side of the room, an almost inaudible whimper grabs your attention. James sits on the floor, legs crossed and back hunched so he’s almost curled into a perfect ball. You giggle, mimicking his pouty expression.
“What’s the matter, silly thing?” you coo. He whines, folding his arms across his chest. Remus perks up at the conversation and his head tilts quizzically in James’ direction.
“Jamie!” he exclaims. “Come cuddle.”
“Yeah, Jamie,” you tease, “Come cuddle.”
He springs up, suddenly in a much better mood, and pushes his way underneath your arm, kissing your shoulder. Remus grumbles and reaches to hold his hand over your chest.
“There’s my good boys,” you say, kissing each of their heads. “There’s no need to be jealous, honey,” you murmur in James’ ear, “I love you both.”
hockey!remus maybe him and reader are arguing about something before his game and it’s like the one time they don’t give him a good luck kiss and his team loses and then afterwards he basically being a big baby about it complaining about how it’s because you deprived him of his good luck charm
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You're already feeling slightly guilty before you step into the locker rooms, the annoyance from your argument with Remus having worn off already.
It had been a stupid argument, really, and the look on his face when you'd denied him his goodbye good-luck kiss had cracked your heart just enough for you to forgive him.
What had been even more upsetting was that his team actually lost. The one single time you didn't give Remus his good-luck kiss, they lost.
It couldn't be related, could it?
"Hey Remus." You peered around the door of his locker, your heart sinking at the forlorn look on his face. He looked up at you with the biggest, glassiest, sweetest puppy eyes you'd ever seen, and you were putty in his hands.
"Poor baby," You cooed, leaning down to kiss him on the forehead.
"You didn't give me a kiss before the game," He mumbled, as if you hadn't already figured out the cause of his pouting.
"I'm sorry baby," You crooned, pushing back the sweaty strands of hair that flopped over his forehead, "I promise I'll kiss you next time."
hi! can you write stepdad!remus making reader suck him off in the kitchen? thanks!
of course! thanks for you request! <3
sweetheart | stepdad!remus lupin !
¡ 18+ ! ¡ minors do not interact !
word count: 1.1k
synopsis: you find your stepfather in the kitchen late at night.
content warning: stepcest, fem!reader, stepdad!remus, oral (male receiving)
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Your relationship with Remus was complicated. He had come into your life rather late and his sudden relationship with your mother and frequent presence in your home made you hostile at first and you had to admit you were quite rude at the start. You would send glares his when he smiled at you, roll your eyes and walk away when he’d enter a room you were in, and speak over him when he attempted to start or partake in conversations. Remus would simply let out a sigh and smile at you anyway. Your mother never agreed with your rude behavior and often scolded you for it but it didn’t stop you. Things began to escalate when your mother came home with a flashy engagement ring on her left hand. An ugly feeling grew in your belly as you tried your best to plaster an excited expression onto your face. You struggled to identify the feeling but it always seemed to find you in the presence of your new stepfather. Remus walked in a few minutes later, greeting you as he always did and you huffed and rolled your eyes when your mother looked away, though you couldn’t ignore the tingling in your belly as you felt his stare linger on you.
You most often saw your stepfather late at night in the kitchen. You were both late night snackers and would often run into each other. Tonight, you skipped down the stairs, a simple silk nightgown concealing your body and bunny slippers keeping your feet warm. You were on a mission to find the ice cream, your mother often hid it, claiming you were ruining your teeth. You pranced straight towards the freezer and stuck your head in, bending slightly to get a better view. A few seconds later you head a cough, “what are up to, sweetheart?”
You instantly recognized his raspy voice and you heaved a sigh, removing your gaze from the freezer and you sent a particularly annoyed glare towards your stepfather. He began referring to you as sweetheart after he moved in, you had to admit it brought forth the lingering warmth that always sat in the pit of your stomach when he was near, though you still scowled whenever you heard it. “Nothing,” you replied curtly.
“Doesn’t look like nothing, sweetheart,” he said, setting down his sandwich and moving towards you. Your stepfather stopped just before the cloth of his sweatpants grazed your fingers resting at your sides. Your heartbeat pounded in your chest his proximity and you refused to look up at him, instead keeping your eyes on his chest in front of you. “Need any help, hm?”
You shook your head, accidentally moving your eyes south and catching a glimpse at his bulge. You snapped your gaze to the side with the a small gasp, “N-no, thank you.”
“‘Thank you’,” he chuckled, he grasped your chin and lifted your heated face up to look at him, “I don’t think I’ve ever heard you say that to me in the entire time I’ve know you. Is something wrong?”
You shook your head again and turned to close the freezer. “Lost my appetite is all.”
“Oh, I don’t think you’ve lost it at all, sweetheart,” he gripped your wrist when you tried to walk away. “I just think y’hungry for something else,” he placed your hand on his growing bulge and you looked up at him wide-eyed and scandalized.
“Come on, sweetheart, I know how you feel about me. Why don’t we do something about it, hm?” Your struggling to think straight, was this feeling you’ve had all along attraction for your stepfather?
You couldn’t think of anything to say but you kissed your stepfather eagerly as soon as you felt his lips upon yours. He tasted like mint and smelled of whiskey and smoke. It was intoxicating. You pushed yourself against him as closely as you could and wrapped your hands around his neck and lifted yourself onto your toes to get a better angle. He kissed you just as eagerly, shoving his tongue into your mouth harshly and lifted your nightgown up to your waist and slide his hands into your panties to squeeze the soft flesh of your ass roughly, digging his nails in and spreading your cheeks before slapping it. The sound echoed through the kitchen and you let out a whine. You felt his cock harden against your pussy and you jolted upwards, creating friction. You both moaned into each others mouths and separated, breathing heavily.
“On your knees,” he demanded, moving his hands from your ass to your shoulders, forcing you down. You stared up at him as you pushed his pants down, moving your head back as his hard cock sprang up and hit his stomach. You stared at it mesmerized, never having seen one as big and thick. You licked your lips and gave it a small kiss at the tip, it twitched as you pulled away.
“Don’t tease, sweetheart,” he said through his teeth, his hands found your hair and he gripped it roughly and shoved your open mouth onto his hard leaking length. You tasted his bitter precum on your tongue and immediately became obsessed with the flavor. You sucked in his tip eagerly, lapping up all of his juices happily, moaning around him. He grunted and thrusted into your mouth and you gagged at his cock prodding at the back of your throat.
You fought the urge to gag again and began breathing through your nose as he fucked your face harshly. You felt tears in your eyes and they rushed down your face quickly as you stared up into your stepfathers eyes. “You’re such a good girl, sweetheart. S’good for daddy aren’t you.”
You hummed around him in agreement and he let out a breathy moan. You began meeting his thrusts as he got himself off in your mouth. You were so entranced by his cock you didn’t hear your mothers footsteps. Remus froze, halting his movements and pulling your head back by your hair. You resisted and stayed glued to his length, his pubic hair tickling your nose.
“Get off,” Remus growls lowly, his grip your hair tightening. Your mothers footsteps continue above your heads, likely looking for her husband but you and your stepdad are preoccupied in the kitchen. “Now, sweetheart.”
You shake your head and swallow around his length, his full length snug in your throat and Remus resists the urge to look at you. He holds in a grunt and your mothers footsteps are heard on the staircase. Remus thrusts especially hard and your head hits the cabinet behind you. You pull away from his cock and stop yourself from gagging, you’re stare up at him, pouting and teary eyed and he glares down at you, “Go. You don’t want your mother to see you being a desperate little whore for your stepdaddy, do you?”
pairing: wolfstar x reader, poly!marauders x reader implied (?)
summary: you haven’t been the sweetest, they are tired of your complaining.
authors note: i am so sorry, i got lazy and i kind of left it on a cliffhanger. also this might be kind of implying something at the end? i dont really know lol.
you grumble as the car came to a stop. “why are we taking a road trip, why did you take me with you, why cant we get food, why-“
“if you don’t shut up im going to suffocate you with the pillow.” sirius has been tired of your grumpy attitude lately, and you were pushing your luck with the other boys. remus chuckled from the drivers seat, happy they were almost at the mystery location.
“love, are you still hungry?” james had been nothing but sweet to you since you left, but that only fueled your grouchy mood.
“are we there yet?” you rolled your eyes, frustrated and tired from the long drive. you quickly packed up your things that you have been previously using and got ready to leave the car.
“yes darling, we are finally here.” remus shares a look with the other boys before showing you to the room you would be staying in. james had made himself busy in the kitchen, while sirius followed after you and remus.
“you haven’t been very nice pup.” sirus walks through the door, softly closing it. you were sat on the edge of the bed as remus stood in front of you.
“he’s right darling, if you had been good we wouldn’t have to do this.” the pair let out small smirks at the small whimper they heard.
“wait, i didn’t do anything. i was just making a joke, y’know how it is. you don’t have to do this.” you nervously gaze between the two of them, scared of what they will do.
“we’ve seen the way you’ve stared at us pup, we know how you feel.” the raven haired male smiles at your face, blaring red with embarrassment.
“i don’t think i know what you are talking about.” you start backing up further onto the bed.
“oh i think you do darling, s’really such a shame. thought you were going to be our good girl.” remus shook his head.
“but i am! i am a good girl.” you frowned, wanting to get their validation.
“we’ll see about that” they started walking towards you.
summary: remus steals your book and annotate it
warnings: none really
pairing: remus lupin x gn!reader
a/n: this was soooo short, I'd make it longer if I wasn't so busy. I managed to sneak some time in to write this. Hopefully I'll actively get back within a week but for now I hope you enjoy this <3
You looked everywhere for it. Under the bed, in your bags, even in your dorm mates' drawers. But the book never turned up. You tried to trace back to the moment where you had last seen it.
With ... Remus Lupin.
Your cheeks warmed up again at the thought of him. Just a day ago, you were bundled up with him in the quiet confinement of your dorm room. It was in the afternoon and classes had just ended for the day. Marlene was out with Dorcas, and Lily was just trying to disappear from James Potter once more.
You ran your thoughts back to Remus, who was complaining about how you were running your book. "C'mon, Y/n. You're practically trashing the book." He groaned, dramatically rolling his eyes.
You laugh at him, shoving him with your elbow. "This is just my thought process, and it looks pretty." You mused peacefully while laying back on your bed, the book on your knees.
"Alright, well. Can we do something else? You haven't even looked at me with that book in hand." He commented.
You turn your face to him, "Why don't you grab a book and read next to me, Rem." You offered, your free hand patting the empty bed space beside you.
Remus brushed you off, "I read plenty, and I don't read much romance anyways."
You scoff, "Alright, give me a second. I'll finish this chapter and we'll do something."
That was the end of it, you remembered dropping the book on your bed and spending the rest of your day with Remus. So it couldn't have been him, could it? And besides, he doesn't read much romance.
You were still frantic about the book, wondering into the library to check if it was there somehow. You knew it wouldn't be, even after flitting your eyes up and down three whole tall shelves. So eventually, you gave up and sat down on one of the tables near the edge of the library.
It was quiet, definitely a scene where you would relax. But your mind wouldn't shut up, still tracing back the steps of where you last left it— or where you accidentally placed it.
A snap of fingers drew you out of the small trance, "Hey! I've been looking for you forever." A voice said, belonging to Remus as you saw who it was.
You nod at him, staying silent while you watch him grab a seat on your opposite side. As he settled down, he grabbed a book out of his satchel and set it down on the table. "So listen—"
"Is that my book—?" Your question sounding more like a statement with how high your voice was.
Remus flushed, the thing he predicted turned out correct. He knew he shouldn't have taken the book from her bed that day, he didn't even enjoy romance books. But there was just something about the way you focused on annotating the book that made his heart beat faster.
Remus held his hands in front of you defensively, "Yes. This was supposed to be a surprise. I mean, you're definitely surprised— but I wanted to— to uh—" words seemed to fail him as he faltered, being his tongue down to shut himself up. His then extended his hand with the book, handing it over to you.
"Remus, if you wanted to borrow it you should've said something. This is my favorite book, and I was looking for it all day, so—"
Remus bit his lip, "Just skim over it." He said, his expression now looking a little more proud.
You did so, turning over the creased pages to see ... something. There was more ink on the book than the print itself. There was Remus' messy scrawl on the front, a little message written just for you. When you turned toward the end of the book, the lines between the words were lined in many different colors— making you smile at the messy but playful new look.
"Oh. This is— This is actually really beautiful, Rem. Thank you." You say, slightly flustered at how he was making you feel with this.
By this, you mean Remus annotating a full romance book for you. And you were willing to bet he rolled his eyes or scrunched his nose at a few scenes of the book. But there was his messy handwriting, lines of colorful ink, and pages folded to indicate some of the interesting scenes of the book.
"Mhm. I figured you'd like it." He simply said, smiling warmly at you.
"I love it." You tell him genuinely, "But I thought you didn't read much romance?" You couldn't help but ask.
Remus chuckled, "Well, what is much?" He questioned back, making you roll your eyes and scoff at him playfully.
"You're lucky I like you, Lupin. If anybody else did this to my book then I'd physically strangle them." You warn him, shaking your head slightly.
Remus leaned closer to you, "What do you say about going to Hogsmeade with me this weekend? To treat me back." He bites his lip to avoid grinning so big.
You chuckle, shaking your head at his shameless proposition. "Mm, of course."
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Can we please get Remus stroking his girls hair?? And running his hands through it and just playing with it??? (perhaps pulling it)?? <3
sorry this might be a little more spicy than you meant! SLIGHT NSFW
You’ve ached for this moment. Remus’ hand, his long fingers, finally brought up to the crown of your head. He pushes your hair flat slowly, gently, distracted by the television.
You lie on your sides, your back to his front, legs tangled. You find yourself dissolving into a melty version of yourself, worse when he sews his fingers into your hair and sorts through the strands methodically. His fingertips brush against your scalp. There’s a second of pleasure and then horror as goosebumps race down your neck, your arms.
“You like that?” he asks in a whisper.
You refuse to look at him. “Feels nice,” you admit through barely parted lips, aiming for a casualness you don’t possess.
He doubles down. Starting from the very start of your hairline, the softest pressure, then the spine tingling weave of his fingers as they traverse to the tips. He combs your hair to the side and presses his lips to your neck, just as soft.
“Remus,” you whisper.
You don’t know what to say, nibbling the inside of your bottom lip in hopes of suppressing another full body shiver. As if he needs any more ammunition against you; his teasing is insufferable at best and sweet torture at worst.
His finger catches a snag and you still.
“Sorry, baby,” he says into your skin, sounding preoccupied.
You shrug your shoulders. In a weird way, you think you might’ve liked it.
Maybe your lack of protest clued him in or maybe he knows you better than you think, but as his fingers loop around and reach the ends of your hair once more, you’re startled - Remus twirls a small collection of strands around one of his long fingers and pulls.
“Spiteful,” you say, intent on hiding how you really feel.
He doesn’t like this, pulling again. “Oh, I’m sorry,” he says. You can hear his smile.
“No you’re not,” you whisper.
His breath fans against the shell of your ear as he moves, chin over your shoulder.
“Your fingers twitched,” he clues you in quietly, sounding much too pleased. “Looked kind of like they did last night, when I-”
“Is it enough?” he asks. You despise how cheerful he sounds.
“You’re much more mean than I ever imagined.”
“You like mean though, don’t you, baby?” You’re burning.
“No,” you say, so quietly it’s almost incomprehensible, skin aflame where he touches.
“Okay. I believe you,” he says. You know he’s lying. Surprisingly, he leaves you alone.
His hand continues to stroke your head, the other pressed into your chest, connecting arm squished underneath you where it’s curled protectively. For long, blessed minutes you feel so content and warm that you eventually let your eyes slip shut, a security only he can give you.
“Tell me if I get too mean,” he murmurs.
He tucks his hand behind your ear and pulls your hair, sudden and startling but probably not as cruel as he could be. Still, you moan. You moan. A strangled little hiccup of air. Remus’ arm tightens around you in response, instinctive.
“Fucking hell,” he says heavily. You flush all over.
“It’s not my fault,” you protest, quick with embarrassment. “It’s not. You-“
“I know what I did. I’m wondering if I can get you to do it again,” he says reassuringly. You are not reassured.
Sirius: THERE'S A FUCKING SPIDER!
y/n: What do you want me to do?
Sirius: KILL IT!
y/n: You kill it!
Sirius: NO, YOU KILL IT!
Remus *Taking the spider in his hands*: C'mere little one.
Sirius and y/n: I-
Notes: See the lingerie set I refer to here — inspired by this post from @honeydulcewrites
Summary: Sub!Reader x Daddy!Remus Lupin. Remus loves to see his princess in those cute little panties.
Warnings: daddy kink, d/s dynamics, subspace, praise, fingering, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, belly bulge, squirting, creampie, aftercare/cuddles, age gap(18-36), teacher/student
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“And you can leave those papers on my desk. Class dismissed,” Remus announced.
You went to collect your bag from the floor but stopped when you heard your professor say, “Miss L/N, I’d like to keep you a moment longer if that’s alright with you.”
He sported a small smile and his eyes shone with a tinge of mischief. You returned his smile and spoke respectfully, “Of course professor.”
The rest of the students filed out of the classroom with a dull chatter, off to their next classes. You stayed at your seat until the door closed and he flicked his wand towards it, locking it securely.
Hopping up, you made your way to where he was standing in front of his desk. He towered over you and you placed your hands on his chest.
You yelped when he grabbed your waist and propped your figure at the edge of the desk. He looked down at you with loving eyes, “Hey princess.”
You got his hint and responded accordingly, “Hi daddy.” He cooed at you, “Very good girl. Knows exactly what daddy wants, hm?”
Your big innocent eyes always tempted him. And, Merlin, had they made him horny during class.
He was just walking through the rows of desks, making sure everyone was doing decently. He’d stopped in front of you and you’d looked up at him just like you were doing now. How could he possibly resist?
You nodded and he took your chin in one of his hands, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.
“Let’s go up to my room, yeah?” he prompted.
You let your head go all floaty and fall against his chest, vaguely registering the feeling of strong arms carrying your pliant body up the stairs to Remus’ living quarters.
Your body bounced when he dropped you onto his bed. You felt fuzzy, like your head was completely empty, and everything but Remus looked a little blurry. He traced his fingertips along the hem of your untucked button-up. When had that happened? You didn’t know but it didn’t matter because Remus was gonna take care of you.
“Can I take this off bunny?” you nodded but that wasn’t enough for him, “Can I have words pretty baby? Daddy needs to know this is okay with you.”
“Yes daddy. Please take it off,” you mumbled shyly into the duvet. He couldn’t help but coo at you, “Good girl.”
You giggled at the praise. He undid all the buttons of your shirt and his jaw went slack at the pastel pink fabric of your little bralette. He held the delicate ruffles between his fingers. You whined and he slipped the shirt the rest of the way off you.
“Can this come off too baby?” referring to your skirt. “Yeah,” you replied softly, your honey voice like to music to his ears.
His reaction was immediate, staring at the outline of your mound in those cute little panties. They matched the bralette, baby pink with white lace ruffle details. Two little bows adorned the seams where the lace met your hips.
“Oh pretty baby. Daddy’s gonna make you feel so good. Whad’ya want bunny? How d’ya want me?”
“Want daddy’s cock. Please,” he loved the way you talked to him when you were like this. When your head felt empty, your princess parts felt tingly, and you only wanted your daddy.
“Of course. Gonna take care of my precious girl,” he undressed himself, taking off his shirt, unbuckling his belt and pulling down his nice trousers and pants. His cock sprung up and you stared at it with wide doe eyes while he smirked at you. He was long and think and veiny. Absolutely perfect.
You writhed against the bed and looked at him with a pleading expression. “Patience princess,” he admonished, “should probably stretch this little pussy a bit first.”
He thumbed your clit so lightly over your panties from where he stood at the edge of the bed. You spread your legs wider and crossed your ankles behind his back. You also couldn’t recall when he’d taken off your mary janes but you didn’t dwell on the thought for long.
He pulled your panties to the side and spread your puffy lips with two fingers. He dipped into your wetness, dragging it back up to your clit and rubbing in little circles. Breathy moans fell from you lips when Remus pushed two fingers into you using a come-here motion.
He pumped his fingers fingers in and out of you until you were begging him, “Daddy please,” you cried.
That was all it took for him to give his cock a couple jerks and line up with your entrance. He didn’t even clean off his fingers, so you could feel your wetness on your skin when he grabbed your thighs and pushed in slowly.
A barely audible, stuttered, f-fuck made its way past your lips and Remus gasped in feigned shock, “Didn’t know my precious princess had such a dirty mouth.” You whimpered, “Sorry daddy.”
He just shook his head and pecked your lips, assuring you that he wasn’t actually bothered. He kept pushing in gently until he was balls deep and you could feel his tip kissing your cervix. He never went too hard with you, knowing how he could easily bruise you inside.
He pulled out and thrusted back in slowly but you were bucking your hips, trying to let him know you wanted him to go faster. You were making sweet little noises and he was getting close already. Probably because your walls gripped him like a vice.
Your tummy felt weird. Not like how it usually felt when Remus made you feel good. You put a hand on your belly and felt something moving. Then you looked between your tangled bodies and realized it was him. You could see and feel him in your tummy.
“D-daddy,” you tried between moans, “f-feel.”
“Feel what precious?” his voice was strained from pleasure but he was always so attentive, never prioritizing his orgasm over his baby. “M’tummy daddy.”
His brows furrowed in confusion and he stopped thrusting, thinking he hurt you, but not pulling out all the way. Then he looked down to see your hand resting on your lower stomach. He gingerly grabbed your wrist, moving your hand to get a better look. There he could see the very clear outline of his cock and he groaned and started to fuck into you again. “Oh bunny. Can y’feel daddy in your tummy? Does it feel good?”
“Mhm!” you whined as your nails dug into his shoulders. If he wasn’t close before he certainly was now. He thrusted faster and you clenched harder around him, “Ya close baby? Daddy is too sweetie.”
You nodded. All it took was a couple more hard, languid strokes from Remus and you felt your release wash over you. Black ebbed at your vision and you couldn’t hear your own noises anymore, though you were sure you were being quite loud.
When you came to, you realized two things: his cum was dripping out of you, and the sheets were soaked. You looked up at him confused.
“You were so good princess. Squirted all over m’cock.” He looked down at you with bright eyes, proud almost. You’d never done that before and he noticed your expression was of guilt. “It’s alright sweetheart. Daddy will clean it up. Didn’t it feel good?”
It really, really did. You nodded and he smiled softly, leaning down to pepper your face with gentle kisses. “Let’s get you cleaned up, hm?”
He carried you to the bathroom, where you did your business and he wiped you down with a warm washcloth. Your eyes were drooping and you couldn’t quite hold your head up, so he opted to just wipe himself down and skip a shower, carrying you back to bed. He wordlessly dissipated the wet mess and laid you down on the soft mattress.
Your eyes closed as soon as your head hit the pillow and he tucked you in nice and cozy before climbing under the duvet with you. “G’night princess.”
the smell of smoke would hang around this long
summary: a glimpse into a smoke session with remus
warnings: drugs (weed), smut, orgasm control, choking (for like 1 second)
18+ ONLY | MINORS DON’T INTERACT
word count: 1.2k
the cramped living room is hazy with smoke.
books are scattered all over the place, green leaves covering the walls and ceiling, and the small coffee table is stained with multiple rings of spilt coffee.
remus is sitting on the green couch with you on his lap, both of you naked and sweaty from the last session. he is still buried deep inside you, his cum slipping from the sides and onto his thighs.
he watches as you light the glittery pink lighter, which is full of stickers, then use it to light up the joint that rests between his lips.
he inhales deeply, swallowing the smoke then letting it out through his puffy lips.
you stare at him entranced, completely taken aback by the masterpiece that is your boyfriend. his cheeks are slightly flushed, his green eyes turning darker and darker with every puff of the joint.
“y’re so beautiful,” you whisper, your fingertips tracing his cheekbones, going over the scars on his nose with such care and adoration remus can’t help but shiver.
he chuckles, an empty and deprecating sound. “shut up,” he grumbles.
you kiss his forehead, moving down to his eyelids and the tip of the nose until you reach his lips with that perfect cupid’s bow. “rem, you’re a masterpiece.”
you speak with such devotion that his chest feels warm with love, not smoke. he doesn’t believe it, because he is remus john lupin, and he has never been able to take a compliment, but he allows himself to ignore his negative thoughts and live in this reality for a little longer.
he takes another puff of the joint, this time holding it in as he pulls you towards him by the neck and passes the smoke to you. you inhale automatically, a new need growing in your tummy, and you clench reflexively around him.
remus groans, resting his head back on the sofa, watching you exhale. his hands travel all over your body as he takes you in, grabbing your ass and helping you roll your hips lazily.
both of you moan and close your eyes for a second, losing yourselves in the pleasurable feeling. your hands trace his chest, also covered in scars and bruises that never seemed to fade, and you beg him with your eyes to fuck you again.
“needy little thing,” he whispers but you heard, shying a little and closing in on yourself. “my needy little thing,” he says louder before closing his hand around your throat and kissing you.
like always, he manages to turn you into a whining mess with just his lips on yours. it's quite messy and uncoordinated, the drugs turning your movements slow but still hungry as ever, tongues and teeth clashing in a familiar dance.
your nails rake through his hair, pulling it a little and making him groan, accidentally biting your lip. you try to move up, but with a tight grip on your hips, he restrains your movements.
“remus,” you whine against his lips. your hands are now on his shoulders, then paw at his naked chest, begging for his delicious touch.
“sh, dove. i got you, yeah?” he says before his lips closed around one of your nipples, his tongue flicking it as he sucks gently.
you gasp when he bites slightly on one of your hardened buds, back arching and pressing him closer to your chest, your walls fluttering around his cock. “oh fuck, remus.”
“watch your mouth, bunny,” he warns, rolling your hips against his.
“sorry,” you mumble before cupping his face and kissing him again, slowly and enjoying the way his tongue plays with yours.
your clit rubs against his pelvis with each teasing roll of your hips, whimpers falling from your mouth that remus’s swallows. he keeps taunting your body, turning you into a moaning mess as your mind slips further from reality, only the thought of your sweet release prevailing. “please, remmy, please. i need you so bad, need to cum—“ a moan cuts you off as he pulls you up, then down on his cock, hitting that perfect spot he always finds in mere seconds.
remus smirks at your reaction. he moves you slowly, using his hold on your hips to bounce you up and down at a torturous but sensual pace. you can feel every inch, every vein and every ridge, your eyes rolling back whenever you bottom out.
his mouth is slightly parted, grunts and deep exhales falling from his lips and hitting your face as you rest your forehead against his. "remmy- I- so good," you blabber, drunk in pleasure.
"dumb bunny," he coos, his thumb drawing lazy circles on your puffy clit, making you writhe and mewl. "feel so good you can't even think, hm?"
you just nod your head, clenching around him when he pinched your clit. "can i cum, remus?"
"not yet, dove. be a good girl and hold it, can you do that for me, bunny?"
you want to protest, but your need to please him is stronger than your own need for release, so you held your tongue. "y-yeah," you mewl when he starts thrusting up into you. “i'll be good, remmy."
he smiles before leaning forward and pressing your body against his, his hips now crashing wildly and fast into yours. you are a mess above him, holding for dear life to his shoulders and digging your nails on his back, making him grunt in pleasure.
his lips move to your already marked up neck, kissing and sucking and biting all over it, running his tongue over the previous hickeys. he can feel how wet you are; his thighs are slippery from the mixture of both your essences, the room heady with your combined smell.
every time you bite his shoulder to muffle your loud cries, every time your nails burrow under his skin, his stomach gets tighter and tighter. he hides his face on your chest, kissing the valley between your breasts and feels them bounce against his cheeks. "i'm gonna fill that pretty little pussy again, bunny," he groans, his words ripping a lewd moan from you.
"remmy. remmy, i can't—" you wail tearfully, your head shaking from side to side and your body tensing when you feel your orgasm creeping closer. "i can't hold on, ‘m sorry. please let me cum, please let me cum," you babble, desperate for his permission.
"fuck, you beg so pretty f'me, dove," remus grunts, his thumb once more playing with your clit, making you sob at the added stimulation. you keep chanting pleases, 'i can't's snaking their way into your helpless begging. "cum for me, angel. make a fuckin' mess."
with a wail of "oh my god!", you let the first wave crash into you, shaking above him as you cream all over his length. that's when remus lets go with an animalistic snarl, pulling you down on him until he hits your cervix, painting your insides with white.
you whine when he removes your arms from around his body, nuzzling into the comfort his palm offers when he cups your face. you look at him with dazed out eyes and a blissful smile, blinking slowly at him. "what do you say, bunny?"
"thank you, remmy," you say dreamily, pouting your swollen lips for a kiss.
Hi love, could I request wolfstar fucking a younger reader at Grimmauld Place. Do with it what you’d like, not matter what you write it’ll be great.
This is bad and short but I need to post
Contains: threesome, dom!remus and switch!sirius, sub!reader, oral f! and m!receiving
Walking around the Grimmauld often left goosebumps over your skin, the place was cold and not only from the interior skeleton and the mansions temperature but from the prior owner. It never felt homey until a certain werewolf moved in, but the warmth he brought in metaphorically did not change the chill that went through those long halls.
So you often threw on one of Remus’ big, comfy sweaters before going on adventures in the castle-like house, padding around looking at the big paintings and the pretty decor and knick-knacks Sirius has bought under the years.
”Hi there bunny” a baritone voice snapped you from your thoughts and you whipped your head around to see Sirius leaning against a doorframe.
His black waves were tied in a knot at the base of his neck and he was wearing a pair of oversized sweatpants, probably belonging to Remus, so you could get a peek of the waistband of his black boxers. The soft light from the candles luminated his eyes, giving them a yellow tint, and the scar on his left cheek from a Quidditch crash glowed. The harsh shadows from his cheekbones gave him a intimidating façade.
”Hi Siri” you mumbled, feeling slightly nervous under his intense steel gaze.
He smiled at you and pushed himself off the wall with his hip to walk up to you. You could see a little mischievous sparkle in his eyes so you took a tiny step back so you could see his face without bending your neck.
“Are you scared of me, bunny?” Sirius chuckled slightly and kissed your forehead.
“No” you muttered with a small pout, “I just know you have something bad planned”.
His eyebrows furrowed and he scoffed dramatically as he put up his hands over his hard chest.
“You wound me, I would never!” His voice echoed slightly down the hall, adding to the drama of it, and then took a step forward to trap you against a dresser.
Your eyes snapped up to Sirius’ face and it was donning a shit-eating grin, the slight glimmer of mischief in his eyes had took over and you could barely see the grey of his irises because of his dilated pupils.
He ducked his head down slightly to place his lips against your cheek, slowly kissing down to your neck. A delighted, yet hesitant, gasp left your lips as you felt his teeth nip at your skin, a puff of air leaving his throat as he suppressed a chuckle.
“Wanna go to the bed, bunny?” Siri asked between kisses before leaving the crook of your neck “have some fun, relieve some of that tension”.
To prove his point his hand came up to massage your shoulders that were undeniably tensed up before letting his hands fall onto your thighs.
“B-but Remmy isn’t home” you exhaled, the impending punishment keeping you hesitant from doing whatever your boyfriend asked you to, “we would be breaking his rules”.
Siri chuckled slightly and poked your nose before pushing your cheeks together slightly.
“Always such a stickler to the rules..” he said slowly, you let out an internal breath thinking that he’s let up, “but aren’t you supposed to follow my rules too, puppy?”
You nodded slowly, knowing your place in the hierarchy of your sexual relationship.
“And I say screw Remus and his pesky rules. You do want me, right?” You nodded again, feeling you hesitance melt away.
“Then I say fuck him, and let me fuck you” he added a cheeky wink before picking you up and walking toward your shared bedroom.
In the midst of Siris pleasure you could not hear the main door open and close and a tall werewolf call out for his lovers. On his way home from the university he taught at he’d stopped at a bookstore and bought you a cute little journal as a surprise gift. He put down the paper bag on the dinner table before stopping in his tracks hearing a very familiar sound.
He slowly stripped himself of his coat, vest and tie as he followed the sound of your moans to the bedroom. As he walked inside he saw you splayed out on the bed with a very eager, and very hard, Sirius on his knees, eating you out with vigor. Remus leaned against the doorframe before clearing his throat to announce his presence.
As your eyes shot up with horror Sirius turned his head with an amused smile, chin glistening from his spit mixed with you.
“Well hi there Moony, walked in on me eating a treat before dinner” he said before kissing your clit, eliciting a gasp from you.
“Remus I’m sorry, so sorry, he told me it was okay but I didn’t wanna listen an-“.
You were cut off by Remus lifting a single finger as he stalked over to your form, grabbing your chin gently.
“Siri is a menace, isn’t he?” He said with a softness you did not expect from someone walking in on their subs playing without permission.
Your eyes flitted slightly before you let your head fall into a nod.
“He said that I had to listen to him.. sin-since he’s my dom” you stammered out to ensure that your punishment would be significantly softer than Siris.
The raven-haired huffed from his place between your thighs and pinched your clit.
“Snitch” he murmured as you squealed from the pleasure laced pain from his fingers.
“That’s it, off!” Remus said as he let go of your face, pulling at Siris shoulders to make him move away from you. The shorter male whined slightly at the rough movement and there was a thud as his back hit the wooden floor.
“Moony” he whined as he sat up “just wanted to eat her out, s’not a crime”.
“You know the rules Sirius, I do not like you corrupting my precious puppy” Remus said with a stern voice, slowly letting his hands rub your thighs.
“Precious my ass, she’s just sucking up to you cause she wants to cum” Sirius snarls and your eyes widened slightly at his, very true, accusation.
Remus’ eyes darkened and his hand went to his fly and he opened it in record time.
“I think it’s time you put that annoying fucking mouth to use” he growled out, pulling out his semi-hard dick and pushed Sirius’ head toward it.
The sudden change in Remus’ demeanor melted every inch of Siris dominance away and his eyes got big as plates as he looked up to the lycanthrope. Remus pushed his cock in and elicited a gag from the other males throat.
“Now, puppy, what should I do with you huh?” Remus thought out loud, voice a little strained from the blowjob he was getting.
“Dunno Remmy” you mumbled, hand reaching down to his forearm to help steady yourself.
”Cause you did break a rule bunny, and you know how I feel about that” he said with a quick glance down onto Sirius.
Drool had started to pool on his chin and his eyes were so blown out that you couldn’t even see the grey. It was always interesting to see him melt in Remus’ presence, from this cocky and arrogant man to a pretty little sub on his knees.
Remus gave him a soft pat on the head before turning his head toward you, his hand finding your chin again as he inspected your face with a soft smile.
“‘M really the luckiest man alive” he mumbled as the guided Sirius head off of him, “got myself a pretty bunny and a dumb puppy”.
“I wanna be pretty too Remmy” Siri whined from his knees.
“You know what would be really pretty, puppy?” Remus asked with a mischievous smirk, Siri shaking his head fervently to hear the answer quickly.
“If you slapped my pretty bunnys ass bright red.”
𝐻𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑜 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠, 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑘 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑓𝑜𝑟 100 𝑓𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑠, 𝑖𝑡 𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑛𝑠 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑒 ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚
𝑇ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑖𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑤 𝑢𝑝 𝑡𝑜 𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑠 𝑎 𝑐𝑒𝑙𝑒𝑏𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛➹
𝐴𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛, 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑘 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑠𝑜 𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑚𝑢𝑐ℎ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚
𝑆𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑘𝑒𝑟!𝑟𝑒𝑚𝑢𝑠 𝑙𝑢𝑝𝑖𝑛 𝑥 𝑖𝑛𝑛𝑜𝑐𝑒𝑛𝑡!𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟｡ﾟ･☆
The marauders map lay between Remus’ two, shaky hands as he studied it meticulously, his tongue sticking out from the corner of his mouth as his index finger ran across the many names inhabiting the Hogwarts castle. He lifted his wrist to check his watch briefly: she was two and a quarter minutes late. From his previous endeavours, he knew that after dinner every week day, Y/N studied in the library until the sun set and curfew was called. Thats why today, he stood awkwardly just around the corner from the Great Hall waiting for her arrival. He’d been building himself up all day to finally reveal himself to her; her biggest admirer.
His back tensed as her name suddenly appeared on the page, her footsteps quick as she attempted to avoid any unwanted conversations; a twin introverted soul. Remus took several deep breaths as he steadied himself, ready to put his long awaited and thought out plan into action. As he watched the ‘Y/L/N’ tag ready to round the corner, he tapped his wand to the parchment with an almost silent “mischief managed”, stuffing the map into his slacks pocket. He then walked at speed around the corner, as fast as he could manage.
His shoulder collided with her arms as their skin touched for the first time. The leather bound books that had been piled within her arms fell to the ground with an echoing clatter. She blushed profusely at him.
“Shit i’m so sorry...” She mumbled, falling to her knees automatically to gather what she had dropped. What a dirty mouth.
“Don’t apologise darling, it was my fault. Wasn’t looking where I was going.” He joined her on the floor, helping her collect up the books, deliberately brushing their finger tips together so that she would continue to blush- he couldn’t help but like it. He noticed an old charms test among the other papers on the stone below. She looked at it sadly. She’d failed it. Remus looked between it and her, the cogs in his brain turning. He brandished it in front of her.
“Would you like some help studying charms love? I’m quite good you know.” He fake mused, watching her carefully. Y/N pondered for a second, tilting her head to the side exposing the soft skin of her neck, taking her bottom lip between her teeth. She finally nodded.
There Remus stood, Y/N pushed flush to one of the book cases in the library, his hands knuckle deep inside of her cunt. Her pussy was fluttering around his thrusts as he nipped at her neck, whispering lowly in her ear.
“Are you going to cum pretty girl?” He teased, motions never ceasing. The way she clung to his fingers made his cock twitch painfully, the tightness of her causing his mind to run wild.
“Please Remmy, please...” She moaned sweetly, keeping her volume minimal to avoid alerting the whole library of their activities. Remus let her cum all over his hand, pulling it out gently, licking her taste from his skin like a hungry man. Just as he had predicted, she tasted like pure heaven. He groaned, man handling her so that she was wrapped fully around his waist, her soft skin colliding with his weathered exterior.
“Have you ever done this before sweetheart?” He asked softly, hand on his length ready to push inside of her. She shook her head. He groaned lowly from the depths of his throat. Fuck. That was enough for him. The head of his cock entered her with little resistance, the grip of her on him made him feel as if he may cum already. She let out a series of small, gentle noises that reassured him she was enjoying the sensation too. When he was fully sheathed inside of her, he began to thrust- hard.
“Oh Rem, you’re so big. So... big.” She sounded like an angel. Once he was inside, any previous mercy dissipated and he drilled into her at a pace that made her scratch his back with her pretty hands in a frenzy.
“Fuck, I’ve waited so long... so long.” He moaned as a shaking hand began to rub circles on her clit as his pace did not falter once. She cocked her head in slight confusion, seeing as they had just met, but then he began to nibble at her lower ear and any doubt faded. As Remus felt his cock twitch inside of her, he swore this would be the closest a man like him would ever get to god. Her pussy suddenly convulsed around him as her eyes rolled back into her head. The sight of her beautiful form covered in little marks from him, sweat shining from every crease of her body made any self control he had left to become obliterated. The coil snapped. His seed spilled into her and he collapsed into the crook of her neck.
Remus stayed warm inside of her as his eyes flittered down to where they met. She was his, at last.
𝑇𝑎𝑔𝑠 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑎𝑠𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑎 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑡𝑤𝑜♡
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