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Hey I was wondering if you were able to do a Severus Snape x Wife reader set in Chamber of Secrets where reader gets petrified and Snape goes to Harry trying to see if he was the one who done it. When reader is in the medical wing he is sat next to her bed holding her hand and when she wakes he is hugging her and not letting go as he was scared he was going to lose her
𝓟𝓮𝓽𝓻𝓲𝓯𝓲𝓬𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷
Masterlist & Requests | AO3 Version | Wattpad Version
Pairing: Severus Snape x Wife! Female Reader
Word Count: 1.5K Words
Summary: The request above!
Warnings/Content: None/SFW!
Author's Note: Sorry, this took a bit to get to; I am dealing with a lot of family BS as of lately. Also sorry again because this is lowkey shit 😬
Severus couldn’t stand seeing you in such a state, cold as ice and hard as stone. He remembered the day he found you; it was horrifying for him to say the least. There you were on the floor in front of your vanity, seeming to have been in the process of getting ready for the day.
In any other circumstance, you probably would’ve yelled at him for coming into the room and seeing you in a bathrobe with your makeup half done and your hair still wet from your shower. You’d always wanted to be put together around him, even after almost a decade of marriage and Severus insisting he’d find you beautiful no matter what. Now here you were, the same beautiful woman he loved to constantly look up and down, now in a state that pained him to see.
If he hadn’t known any better, he would’ve thought you died. He knew you weren’t the only one; there had been several cases of petrification in the castle recently, and he was well aware there was a cure for it, but that didn’t make it any less upsetting for him. Having to wait for the mandrakes to be mature enough to use in a restorative draught was his own personal hell, and it was driving him mad. He wanted to act immediately, not just to get you back, but to find out how this happened to you.
In his fit of rage and sadness, he stormed into the Great Hall, his black robes billowing behind him dramatically. He was upset, angry, and wanted to know who was responsible for this, ready to tear into anyone he suspected of being guilty. He spotted Harry sitting at the Gryffindor table next to Ron, mindlessly picking at his food.
Without hesitation, Severus marched towards the boy. “Potter,” he hissed. “Care to explain why my wife is currently petrified. You were seen near her quarters this morning,” he said, his tone accusatory.
Harry looked up in surprise and shook his head quickly. "I-I didn't do anything!” He said, immediately trying to defend himself.
Severus didn't back down, stepping closer to Harry with narrowed eyes. "Don't lie to me, Potter," he sneered through clenched teeth. "You're always involved somehow; trouble seems to follow you like a shadow."
“I didn’t have anything to do with it, Professor!” Harry replied, standing up from his seat, his tone quickly growing more defensive.
"Are you sure about that?" Severus snapped back, his voice rising. "You're known for acting impulsively, sticking your nose where it doesn't belong. It wouldn't surprise me at all."
The tension between them was thick enough to cut with a knife as Severus stared Harry down. Harry didn’t say anything at first and slowly sat back down, accepting that Severus was someone who was nearly impossible to win an argument with.
Severus turned sharply on his heel, and without another word, he strode out of the Great Hall, shoulders tense and steps heavy, his robes billowing behind him the same way they did when he first entered the Great Hall.
He made his way to the hospital wing and pushed open the doors with force, causing Madam Pomfrey to jump while trying to tend to a student. She didn’t say anything about it to him, though, knowing he was here for you and most likely wanted to be left alone. Severus already hated that he was forced to be vulnerable around others whenever he came to visit you; the last thing he wanted was to be spoken to about it. He wasn’t going to let those feelings stop him from spending every bit of free time he had by your side.
It went on like this for several weeks. Severus would sit by your hospital bed where you lay totally still. He’d hold your stiff hand, gently caressing it with his thumb, and kiss your cheek and forehead. He knew you weren’t able to feel anything, but it still felt right to give you the affection you knew you normally loved to receive.
When you were finally able to be given the mandrake restorative draught, saying Severus was relieved would be an understatement. All the stress, worries, and anxiety he’d dealt with over the course of a few months were finally able to be laid to rest, though it was clear he’d been through it. He looked exhausted and worn out, like he’d not had a proper night's sleep in weeks, though Severus was always tired and struggled to sleep; this was different. His eyes looked to be a bit puffy, hinting that he had been crying at some point, something he never did around anyone, including you; he’d hate for you to see him in such a state.
You woke up to the feeling of Severus sitting beside your bed, leaning over with his arms wrapped around you tightly and his face buried in your chest. It wasn’t till he felt the start of your breathing that he finally looked up, making direct eye contact with you.
You felt disoriented and a bit stiff, but you still managed to bring your arms up to wrap them around Severus. “Sev,” you said, your voice hoarse.
That nickname, Sev, was everything to him, and he hadn’t heard it since you’d been petrified. “Yes, love?” He immediately responded, ready to tend to any of your needs, just relieved to see you were alive and that he could finally hear your voice again.
“What—what’s going on?” You asked, speaking softly, sensing that Severus seemed to be in a bit of distress. Not just from his tone of voice and how relieved he sounded when he answered you, but the way you woke up to him holding you like his life depended on it. Yeah, Severus was often clingy when the two of you were alone with him, and the mood was right, but this felt different.
“You were—” he paused, collecting himself a bit. “Petrified,” he said, his grip on you tightening a bit as he spoke.
“I—” you began, but stopped, unsure of how to respond. You could tell it was really upsetting to him, and you didn’t blame him one bit for feeling that way. It was a lot to take in for you as well, but still not as upsetting since you didn’t remember anything. “For how long?” You finally asked.
“Nearly three months,” he replied. “Do you recall what happened, love?” Severus asked, brushing your hair out of your face.
“No, not really. I think I was getting ready for the day, but that’s about it,” you said, trying to sit up in the bed, which Severus immediately helped you with.
“I assumed you were in the middle of getting ready when I found you,” he said. “I missed you,” he continued, burying his face into your shoulder and wrapping his arms around you again. He refused to spend a moment away from you now that he had you back.
“I feel bad, Sev. You’re telling me how much you missed me, and I don’t even remember the time we spent away from one another,” you said, running your fingers through his dark hair.
"Don't; it’s normal not to remember the time you spent petrified,” he said, now placing a kiss on your cheek. “I’m sure if you did remember, you’d miss me too,” he added, his voice beginning to crack and quiver.
You picked up on the shift in his tone immediately. “Oh, Sev, you don’t have to worry anymore; I’m okay,” you said, cupping his face in your hands.
“You have no idea how ill I’ve been from worrying about you, love. Worried I’d lose you,” he admitted, now holding you against his chest while he ran his hand over your hair in a gentle manner.
You took your time to respond, just listening to the sound of his beating heart and enjoying the way he held you close. You felt so safe and comfortable, which gave you no real desire to pull away. “You’re not going to lose me, Sev, I promise,” you said softly.
He leaned down to kiss the top of your head gently. “I love you,” he finally said, his grip on you tightening slightly.
You pulled back a bit, looking up at him with a soft smile. “I love you more, Sev.”
“Impossible,” he replied simply.
“No, no, it’s possible, Severus,” you replied, with a soft smile, wrapping your arms around him and pulling him onto the old, creaky hospital bed that was really only meant for one. “I definitely love you more,” you added, holding him as tight as you possibly could.
He quickly returned the embrace without any hesitation, cuddling you in the bed. “I don’t think this bed was meant to hold more than one, love,” Severus said, stating the obvious as he got as close to you as possible, not wanting to fall off the bed.
“You don’t have to lie down if it’s uncomfortable,” you said, letting out a soft laugh and pressing a kiss to his cheek.
“It’s not the worst place I’ve had to lie,” he said. Despite his discomfort, he still preferred it over being away from you. Now that he finally had you back, he wasn’t planning on leaving your side any time soon.
“I don’t plan on letting go anytime soon, just so you know,” you said.
“Good, I don’t want you to,” he replied.
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if you’re down for a snape request this popped into my head a lil bit ago and i cant shake it.
Everyone’s at an order meeting, Sirius and Severus obviously keep poking at each other and reader finally has enough so she tells them both to stfu and accidentally revels her feelings towards Sev. In my head it was all like “i will not sit back and watch the loml…” but obviously thats not likely in that situation. ANYWAY, everyone’s just O.o and she’s all like well shit. After the meeting they have a one on one, whether its fluff or smut or both left up to your discretion
TLDR: reader accidentally spills the beans on her crush in front of the order and later he approaches her.
𝓐𝓬𝓬𝓲𝓭𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓪𝓵 𝓒𝓸𝓷𝓯𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓲𝓸𝓷
Masterlist & Requests | AO3 Version | Wattpad Version
Pairing: Severus Snape x Gender-Neutral Reader
Word Count: 1.8K Words
Summary: The request above! @plotsgotme
Warnings/Content: None/SFW!
Author's Note: Omg, okay, so I actually had thought about a somewhat similar fic idea the other day, so thanks for the request, because it motivated me to actually write it. Also this was posted a bit later than I had hoped because it was my birthday the other day lol.
Yet another late-night meeting with the Order had devolved into both Sirius and Severus bickering with one another. It was the same as always; one moment everything was fine until one of the two, usually Sirius, made a jab at the other, and everything would just go downhill from there. You could tell everyone in the Order was annoyed by the two's inability to turn the other cheek for the sake of having a peaceful and productive meeting. The irritated looks on some of their faces, and the clear discomfort in their body language were what gave it away, but usually no one ever said anything.
“Whatever you say, Sniv—” Sirius began to say, but he was immediately interrupted.
“Enough!” You yelled, standing up and slamming your hands on the table, now drawing everyone’s attention to yourself. “Can you two cut it out already? Especially you, Sirius, stop calling him that ridiculous name,” you said, scolding the two of them, but mostly Sirius.
“Me?” Sirius asked, standing up as well.
“Yes, you!” You retorted. “We have actual important things to discuss here, but you can’t help poking at Sev every time you get the chance!”
“Sev? You’re defending him like you’re in love with him,” Sirius snickered.
“So? And what if I am?” You replied, not even thinking it through or realizing what you had said until you heard Sirius laugh again.
“You’re serious?” He asked jokingly before erupting into another fit of laughter. “I knew it; I could never prove it, but I always knew it!”
“Oh come on! That’s not—” You tried to argue back but gave up.
“Oh, wow, I never thought I’d see the day,” Sirius said, still laughing as he leaned back in his chair. “You're in love with Snivelly.”
At this point, you weren’t sure what was more annoying, Sirius just laughing at you or the fact that he couldn’t seem to stop using that stupid nickname for Severus.
“I told you to stop calling him that!” You snapped.
Severus, who had stayed quiet and still through the whole ordeal but was growing more irritated by the second, finally decided to speak up, clearing his throat to get the attention of you and Sirius.
“Will you two be finished anytime soon?” He asked, although the question was mostly rhetorical.
Without saying another word, you grabbed a crumpled-up sheet of parchment that was conveniently on the table in front of you and tossed it at Sirius, hitting him in the head with it before you turned around and left the room. The door closed behind you loudly as you stormed out and into the hallway, leaving Sirius and Severus in the now silent room with each other, along with the rest of the Order, as you made your way to the living room.
You slumped down onto the couch and let out a frustrated sigh. “Stupid, stupid, stupid,” you said aloud to yourself. “Out of all the things you could have responded with, you had to say that,” you continued, scolding yourself.
You weren’t sure if you were ever going to tell him, as Severus had always been hard to read, and you just assumed your relationship was nothing more than platonic to him, but if you were to tell him, it wouldn’t be like that.
After a bit of sulking, the door creaked open as Severus walked out into the hall and made his way over to the living room, his cold eyes locking onto you as you sat on the couch. He stood there for a moment, not saying anything, until he finally spoke.
“Are you planning on returning?” Severus asked, his voice as monotone as ever.
You averted your eyes from him, not wanting to look at him right now out of embarrassment. “No,” you replied curtly.
Severus raised an eyebrow, taken aback a little by your answer. “And why not?” He questioned, crossing his arms.
You shifted uncomfortably in your chair, still avoiding his gaze. “I’d rather not talk about it, Severus,” you said, hoping he would just drop it.
You were still embarrassed, and he knew that; there was no way he didn’t, because he had watched everything go down. Though he didn’t seem to have much of a reaction during the ordeal, he just remained seated with an unpleasant expression on his face.
“That’s not adequate,” he stated plainly.
You groaned. “Fine,” you huffed, finally looking up at him. “I don’t want to go back in there because I’m embarrassed. Happy now?”
“So it’s true? It wasn’t some sort of joke that Black was coming up with,” he asked, able to read you effortlessly.
“Does it matter? He shouldn’t have even—never mind, I guess I shouldn’t even be surprised; he’s pulled stuff like that since we were kids,” you sighed.
“Well, I suppose I can understand that; it is in his nature,” Severus said, disdain evident in his voice. “Though I wasn’t aware you grew up together.”
“Our families were really close, so there were a lot of gatherings where we saw each other. He always loved getting on my nerves; I guess he found it funny,” you said.
Severus nodded as he took in what you said. “I see,” he said simply. A brief silence fell between you two before Severus spoke again, his tone softer this time. “Do you want to discuss it? Your confession?”
You hesitated, unsure if you really wanted to discuss it. “I mean, if you want. I wasn’t exactly planning on ever telling you, or anyone, about it, especially not in such a way, but I guess I failed miserably at that.”
“It was unexpected,” he said, choosing his words carefully. “But not unwelcome.”
You knew what he was trying to say, and you couldn’t help the small smile that formed on your lips. “Maybe I would’ve said something sooner if I’d known you’d take it so well,” you admitted. “You’re hard to read, Severus; I didn’t think you were the dating type.”
Severus exhaled through his nose, almost letting out a rare laugh. “I am not the type for grand romantic declarations,” he said dryly. “But that doesn’t mean I don’t feel things.”
It didn’t sound like much, but having known Severus for so long, you knew it meant something coming from him, and to you, that was special. You didn’t have anything to say, so you just looked at him with soft eyes before slowly getting up from the couch and closing the distance between you two and wrapping your arms around his waist, hugging him tightly.
Severus froze for a second. Physical affection wasn't something he was used to; he’d gone his whole life without it, but slowly, his arms came up around you, too, one hand resting on the back of your head, holding you against his chest. The hug lasted for a few moments, neither of you being in any hurry to pull away. Eventually, Severus tilted his head slightly and pressed a gentle kiss to the top of your head.
It was clear that he wasn’t used to affection and had spent so much of his life pushing people away both emotionally and physically that even something simple like hugging someone felt foreign to him.
Severus broke the silence first, his voice quiet and unusually tender. “I’ve never had something like this,” he admitted, still holding you close.
You didn’t pull away; you just nuzzled your face into his chest. “I know; it’s alright,” you said reassuringly.
Severus exhaled softly, the tension in his shoulders easing a little. He rested his chin on top of your head, just enjoying the moment, the warmth, the closeness. It was nice.
After another minute or so of holding, he finally spoke again. “Do you want to go back inside? The meeting isn’t over yet.”
“We probably should, but I’d rather just stay here with you,” you replied, not in the mood to be questioned by Sirius or the others about what had just happened between you and Severus.
Severus hummed in agreement. “Then we won’t go back, not tonight at least,” he said, no longer caring about the meeting in session. “We’ve done our part for tonight’s meeting.”
Instead, Severus guided you to sit back down on the couch before taking a seat right next to you. He didn’t say anything else and just stayed close to you, his hand finding yours and lacing his fingers with yours.
You kept a tight grip on his hand and leaned on his shoulder, sighing softly. “Thank you for taking it well,” you said.
Severus glanced down at you, his expression softening a bit, something that rarely happened. “It wasn’t something to take poorly,” he replied simply.
The two of you sat there in comfortable silence, enjoying the quiet until a thought crossed Severus’s mind. “So what happens now?”
His sudden words snapped you out of your trance, and you turned to look at him. “What do you want to happen?” You questioned in response.
You knew what you wanted from him; you wanted to be with him, if possible, forever, but you just weren’t sure if that’s something he wanted too. He took your confession well, which did make you feel a little more hopeful, but that didn’t necessarily mean he would be open to a romantic relationship. There was still always the chance it would just lead to the two of you feeling awkward around one another, and that worried you more than you’d care to admit.
“I’d like to court you properly,” he said, carefully choosing his words as always, though it sounded a bit awkward coming from him as he wasn’t used to romance at all.
“You want to court me?” You giggled softly at how formal he was being about things. “You make it sound so serious, Sev,” you said, still smiling.
Severus shot you a look, unamused by your giggling, but not angry. “It is serious,” he said firmly, but there was no real anger or annoyance in his tone. “I don’t do things half-heartedly.”
You bit your lip to suppress another giggle, seeing how serious he was about this. “I know you don’t,” you said, finding his seriousness endearing. “And that’s one of the things I like about you, Severus.”
He wasn’t used to people liking his seriousness; most people found him cold and intimidating, but you never did. You always liked him as he was and didn’t make him feel like he needed to change. “So is that a yes?” He asked.
“It was a yes from the moment you told me you didn’t mind my little slip-up," you replied.
Severus's lips curved slightly, almost into a smile. It was rare for him to show any kind of expression, but around you, he felt comfortable enough to let his guard down. Without another word, Severus leaned in and pressed his lips against yours in a gentle kiss. It didn’t last very long, but that was to be expected as you were still getting comfortable with one another.
“I was thinking we should go on a proper date. Just us tomorrow evening,” he suggested.
“That sounds perfect.”
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Pairing: Klaus Hargreeves x Gender-Neutral Reader (aside from one in the nsfw section that mentions pegging, which involves needing to use a strap-on.)
Word Count: 3.3K Words
Warnings/Content: Headcanons // SFW & NSFW (separate) // Brief mentions of addiction/rehab and death/grieving of a partner (Dave)
Author’s Note: This took forever to get out and was just sitting in my documents because I was too lazy to proofread it.
SFW Headcanons
☂︎ : For starters, Klaus is not inexperienced with dating. He’s had partners in the past, though mostly short-term and not very serious, and, of course, there was Dave, whom he loved deeply and was serious about.
☂︎ : Klaus was very hesitant about moving on, unable to bear the thought of possibly going through a loss like that again, and also worrying that it would be wrong to move on. He honestly wasn’t even expecting to find another person he could love like that again, and he will still always care for Dave, but he’s glad he found you and loves you deeply as well, and the stability the relationship provides him does him good. He’s serious about you and would like for your relationship to last.
☂︎ : Ever since Klaus got with you, he has made a conscious effort to take better care of himself. He wants to be a good partner to you and take good care of you, and he knows that if he can take good care of himself, he can take even better care of you.
☂︎ : It probably won’t take very long to realize that he’s actually quite clingy and seems to prefer your company over everyone else’s, as he feels very safe and comfortable around you. You’re his partner but also his best friend, and when he’s with you, he feels like he can actually live in the moment without having to worry about anything else.
☂︎ : The worst days for Klaus are the days he’s not able to be with you, and he's always disappointed whenever you tell him you need to leave/go somewhere without him.
☂︎ : Whenever he’s away from you for a long period of time, he’ll find himself calling you, even in the middle of the night, just to hear your voice and to tell you he loves you.
☂︎ : Though quite clingy and very attached to you, he’s not the jealous type or toxic about things. He trusts you, and the way you treat him proves to him that you love and care about him. His worries about losing you are more of a fear of something happening to you that would cause him to lose you.
☂︎ : Klaus is very physically affectionate with you and often can’t seem to keep his hands to himself. He’ll take any opportunity to hold you, kiss you, etc., and loves it when you do the same to him. He is very touch-starved but doesn’t always realize it, but there are other times when he’ll straight up tell you he needs to be held and wants your attention.
☂︎ : He enjoys cuddling, of course, especially spooning, both being spooned and spooning you, as well as any position where he can rest his head on your chest or stomach.
☂︎ : Sweet things like sweet, gentle touches from you drive him wild. He loves having his face cupped while he looks into your eyes affectionately; it's even better if you kiss him and say sweet things to him while you’re at it.
☂︎ : He loves to touch your hair, regardless of the length, texture, or how it’s styled; he loves it. He enjoys playing with it and styling it; he can’t keep his hands away from it. Klaus also loves having his hair touched by you. He loves having it styled, and the feeling of your fingers running through it is really comforting to him. Also, head scratches are a must; he finds them so soothing.
☂︎ : Klaus is not ashamed to be affectionate with you in front of others, so PDA is not an issue for him in the slightest. He’ll hold your hand, hug, and kiss, regardless of who’s around you.
☂︎ : He uses a lot of terms of endearment for you, some sweet, and others rather odd, which make you giggle, but they’re still nice since they come from a place of love.
☂︎ : When you refer to him, he really loves pet names with “my” before them and will always refer to himself as yours.
☂︎ : Klaus is always complimenting you, always calling you things like "gorgeous" and "beautiful” or just straight up calling you “sexy.” You receive a lot of compliments on your hair and outfits, too.
☂︎ : Both of you spend a lot of nights staying up talking about whatever’s on your mind, whether it be just talking about your day, venting, telling stories, etc. He loves hearing your voice, so he’s willing to listen to you talk about anything.
☂︎ : Saying Klaus has been through a lot is a major understatement, so it’s safe to say he understands things like struggling both mentally and physically. If you were to ever come to him wanting to talk about it, he’d be able to listen and try his best to comfort and help you.
☂︎ : He would also really appreciate you being there for him as well in return. Klaus really needs a good support system in his life, or things will begin to spiral out of control for him.
☂︎ : You don’t really argue much or disagree on things, and when you do, it’s nothing extreme and usually can be resolved and made up for pretty quickly. As stated before, Klaus enjoys talking with you and likes to be there to help you, so he’s always willing to hear what you have to say in any situation if you can do the same for him.
☂︎ : Klaus is funny, always trying to make you laugh, so a lot of those nights you spend up together are also spent laughing until your sides hurt. He’s always used humor to cope with things, so naturally, he’s gotten quite good at comedy and always knows exactly what to say to make you laugh.
☂︎ : Klaus is always up to something, usually things that seem completely out of the blue and random, but still make so much sense when he’s the one doing it, and you will most likely end up getting dragged along one way or another.
☂︎ : When it comes to hanging out and dates, it’s rarely planned on his behalf. Either he rolls over in bed and just suggests doing something, or he shows up to your place unannounced and ready to go. He’ll wait for you to get ready, but gets a bit impatient waiting at times, so he usually ends up helping pick out what to wear so he doesn’t get bored.
☂︎ : He’s willing to do anything as long as it’s with you, but he definitely prefers more casual and carefree outings than super formal ones. Things like walks, long drives with music, getting food from the gas station in the middle of the night, etc. Honestly, anything where it's just the two of you, preferably at night, since there aren't many people out and the atmosphere is just overall nice. Klaus also loves music, so attending shows together is a must.
☂︎ : As we can see, Klaus can dress himself well and enjoys fashion, so you do spend a lot of time together trying on outfits, makeup, and hairstyles. He shares his jewelry with you and would want to match things like rings, bracelets, and necklaces. If he notices you eyeing one of his accessories, he’ll take it off and put it on you without you even having to ask. This also means you get to go shopping and thrifting together, which is always fun.
☂︎ : He’ll want to take a lot of photos of you together; he always insists on it, but is still understanding if you’re camera shy, and if insecurity about yourself is the issue, he’ll assure you that you look good. He will either want to take a few silly photos or do a whole photo shoot. No in between.
☂︎ : Domestic life is a bit of a tricky topic for Klaus. Living with you isn’t the problem; in fact, he loves sharing a space with someone he loves, and being able to wake up next to you every day is a dream come true for him, and he is more than capable of helping around the house as well.
☂︎ : It’s the topic of having a family that brings up a lot of complicated feelings for him. It’s actually really appealing to him, and the idea of having a family with you brings him so much joy, but also terrifies him.
☂︎ : In an ideal world, he wouldn’t have any of the obstacles in his life holding him back. He worries about not being a good enough parent. He didn’t exactly have a normal or good upbringing, so the whole thing is just tricky for him. Klaus also fears not being able to stay sober and ending up in rehab, or getting in trouble and having to be an absent parent and partner.
☂︎ : That being said, Klaus definitely has the heart for it, whether he realizes it or not, and if he’s at a point in his life where he's worked enough on himself to feel ready to make that decision, he’d be more than happy to start a family with you. He’ll need a lot of reassurance and help, but he could definitely do it.
☂︎ : Klaus is a big fan of the idea of adoption, specifically, but he wouldn’t be opposed to other ways of having children. He just really likes the idea of being able to take in a child who needs a loving home and support. Preferably older kids because he doesn't see himself as the type to be good with babies.
NSFW Headcanons
☂︎ : Considering Klaus has experience with romantic relationships, it’s a given he has experience when it comes to sex. He actually has more sexual experience than general dating experience because he’s had many hookups and flings with people in the past.
☂︎ : Klaus loves the intimacy aspect of sex with you. In the past, with hookups, he didn’t care about it as much, but when in a committed relationship, he cares about it a lot. He loves everything about it, from the intimate build-up to the actual sex itself. He wants to hold you close, kiss you all over, and look into your eyes while being intimate with you. He wants to feel the love and connection he has with you.
☂︎ : His sex drive is quite high, not impossible to keep up with, but still high. Throughout his life, he’s tended to use sex to cope with things, and it never really went away, but also through that, he became really sex-positive due to all the experimenting he did, so he’s not one to deny himself pleasure.
☂︎ : If you’re ever just not in the mood, he’ll gladly take care of it himself. Klaus has no shame in self-pleasure at all. Though he much prefers to have sex with you, he still enjoys the time he spends with himself.
☂︎ : Given his high sex drive, it does not take much to get him going. Kissing him for too long, he needs you. Seeing you right after a shower, wrapped in a towel with wet hair, he's giving you that look. (Wet hair does a number on him for some reason.) Getting into bed with him and brushing against him in a certain way, and he’s officially lost it.
☂︎ : His pace honestly depends on his mood, meaning he can either be all sensual and slow or rough and erratic, fucking you as if his life depends on it. Though he does prefer you to be rougher with him than he is with you.
☂︎ : He can last quite a while, the whole night if you want him to. You two will go at it for several rounds, only for him to want to continue in the shower.
☂︎ : He loves your thighs, as well as that general area, including your stomach. He’s always kissing or even running his tongue across those areas in the moments leading up to things, especially before giving oral.
☂︎ : Klaus is willing to have sex almost anywhere as long as you’re comfortable with the location as well. There are times when he has little to no shame and wouldn’t care if he got caught. In bed, on the couch, in the shower, over the kitchen counter, in the car, outside, or in a bathroom stall, he does not care.
☂︎ : He takes sex somewhat seriously because he wants you both to feel good, but he’s still a massive tease and pretty carefree. He doesn’t mind playful build-up, making a few jokes, and just enjoying the moment without worrying too much about things. As long as the sex is good, it’s a win for him.
☂︎ : Klaus is always quick to dive straight into things. He’s not exactly patient, but he still does his best to take his time with foreplay, especially if you’re trying something new. He doesn’t want to accidentally hurt you or have anything feel uncomfortable for either of you.
☂︎ : He loves dry humping and is willing to do it whenever, wherever. Things almost always start with dry humping and then escalate from there. Sometimes he finishes faster from the grinding than actual sex because he just finds the act so arousing, especially when you’re the one on top of him doing the grinding.
☂︎ : Klaus always loses his mind whenever you give him head. His eyes will be squeezed shut while he grips your hair tight if it's long enough, struggling not to thrust his hips so hard you choke (unless you’d like him to), and the noises he makes and the things he says always give away how much he’s enjoying it. He honestly just loves it when you do anything to him.
☂︎ : He enjoys giving oral too, especially when you put him in a headlock with your thighs while he's at it. Something about being held in place by you, forcing him to stay between your legs, just drives him wild. He also just can’t get enough of how you taste. He's really good at it as well and just seems to know the exact pace and rhythm to use his tongue, when he should add his hands into the mix, etc.
☂︎ : He also enjoys having you sit on his face as well, and when he asks you to, he wants you to SIT. Even better if you grind against his face as well.
☂︎ : Klaus prefers when you’re the more dominant one, though he’d still be considered a bit of a switch; he's pretty submissive to you. Most of his kinks are things he likes to be done to him rather than things he likes to do to you.
☂︎ : He doesn’t mind you being rough with him; in fact, the rougher you are with him, the better most of the time. He loves being choked, having a collar put on him, being tied up, being spanked, having his hair roughly pulled on, biting his neck, etc. He doesn’t mind doing those things to you, too, if you’d like, but he mostly prefers it to be done to him.
☂︎ : He finds any sort of latex or leather bondage gear or lingerie extremely arousing, not only to wear himself but also seeing you in it. For him, the tighter the better.
☂︎ : Edging and orgasm control is probably one of the hottest things you could do to him, in his opinion. Seeing you with that much control over his pleasure drives him insane. It’s so worth it because when you finally do allow him to finish, he comes so much more than normal, and his reactions are pleasant to watch as well.
☂︎ : He enjoys praise and being told how good he is for you. Calling him a good boy might actually send him into a frenzy. He looks at you with a pout whenever he wants more praise and attention. Mixing in a bit of degradation with it every so often isn’t a bad idea either. If you call him a slut, he will proudly embrace it.
☂︎ : He has a little fantasy about making a sex tape, not even to share with people, especially if you aren’t comfortable with it, but just to say that he has one. He knows it's something often seen as a big deal, so he’d only suggest it if he thought you’d be up for it and would completely understand if you weren’t.
☂︎ : Klaus has nothing against things like toys and is more than willing to use them on himself, on you, or let you use them on him. He also wouldn’t mind you using them on yourself while he watches.
☂︎ : Okay, everyone who knows me personally knows what I’m about to say because I will literally go to the ends of the earth to find an excuse to say this about literally any fictional character I like, so no need to even read this part, but pegging. He really can’t get enough of it, especially when you have him lie on his back and push his knees up to his chest. He likes it when you bend him over, too. If it’s during a time when he has longer hair, he would love for you to tug on it roughly and make him look back at you, but honestly, he likes hair pulling at any length. Pegging turns Klaus into an incoherent moaning mess, and he always ends up coming all over himself without you even having to touch him. Also, he loves the strap-on because it allows him to experiment with different toy sizes and types.
☂︎ : He loves when you ride him. When his eyes aren't squeezed shut from the pleasure, he tends to just look up at you with a look of awe on his face while he grips your hips, just admiring you and the way you move.
☂︎ : There really aren't many things Klaus won’t let you do to him, and he’s not one to kink-shame people as long as it's all consensual things. He’d be up for most things you may want to try, and loves experimenting and taking risks.
☂︎ : Klaus really respects your boundaries (as he should), and he’s always patient with you and listens to you. If you tell him to stop something, you won't have to tell him twice. If you say no to something, he won’t ask again. If you request a safeword, he’ll come up with one immediately.
☂︎ : He doesn’t mind a quickie, but they obviously aren’t ideal since they don’t have that drawn-out intimacy he liked. The lack of foreplay isn’t the best either.
☂︎ : The noises he makes are incredible, especially when he gets super into things and seems to lose control over every sound that escapes his lips completely. If you get him whimpering, which honestly isn’t that hard, it will be one of the most amazing sounds you will ever hear.
☂︎ : Aftercare with Klaus is always nice. He makes sure you’re taken care of and cleaned up, but he also likes for you to coddle him a lot, too. He really appreciates a lot of affection and a bit of praise, wanting to know how well he did.
☂︎ : If you shower together to clean up, just expect another round to take place because allowing Klaus to see you naked and under the water with wet hair and skin and expecting him not to get immediately hard again would be unrealistic.
☂︎ : If you’re okay with it, he’d like to smoke a joint or cigarettes with you (if you’re into that sort of thing) to wind down and relax, spending the next couple of hours in each other's arms while you talk and enjoy one another's company until you fall asleep.
☂︎ : Late-night gas station trips for snacks are a must if you aren’t too tired after, since he's usually hungry after and could go for some snacks and a slushie. It’s also an opportunity to get more cigarettes since he’s constantly almost out.
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☂︎ : Characters I Write For: Klaus Hargreeves & Diego Hargreeves
𝓚𝓵𝓪𝓾𝓼 𝓗𝓪𝓻𝓰𝓻𝓮𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓼
☂︎ : Klaus Hargreeves (SFW & NSFW)
Pairing: Klaus Hargreeves x Gender-Neutral Reader (aside from one that mentions pegging, which involves needing to use a strap-on)
Summary: Headcanons
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Request: "hi!! would you be willing to write a newt scamander x fem!reader? looking for one where newt and reader are having their first time together and he’s a crazy nervous mess. (maybe reader is either more experienced or is just more comfortable with the idea & has to help guide him a bit?)" - Tumblr User
Warnings/Content: NSFW! Established relationship, first time, riding, and p in v sex.
“Newt!” You exclaimed happily as Newt walked through the front door of your flat. You were already standing by the door, waiting for him, ready to take his suitcase, jacket, and scarf from him as he promised he would stop by your place to visit you. “I missed you.”
Newt smiled as he wrapped his arms around you tightly, feeling the soft fabric of your nightgown. “Aw, I missed you today, too, love,” he said. “Already in your nightgown too, I see?”
“It’s been a lazy day; don’t judge me,” you laughed, hugging him back and pressing a kiss to his cheek. “Anyways, I must ask, as I usually do, how was your day? Alright, I hope.”
“It was, well, overwhelming to say the least,” he replied, returning a kiss to you on the forehead. “But a bit better now that I’m with you.”
“Aw, Newt, I’m sorry about that. I hope you’re not stressed out still, and if you are, maybe it’s something I can help with,” you said, cupping his face in your hands.
“You’re always able to help me, (Y/n),” Newt said, allowing you to cup his cheeks, finding comfort in your gentle touch.
“Well, good, because I already have the kettle on for tea; see, I know you well,” you said, giving him another kiss on the cheek before turning around and heading back to the kitchen.
Newt followed you into the kitchen, silently offering to help you prepare his tea, but you shook your head. “Go have a seat on the couch, dear; I’ll be there to sit with you in a minute,” you said, ushering him to the living room.
Newt listened to you and headed to the living room, having a seat on the couch as instructed. He waited for you rather impatiently, wanting nothing more than to sit with you, drinking tea while you cuddled him. After what felt like an eternity for Newt, which was only a few minutes, you walked into the living room holding two cups of tea, setting them both on the coasters that were conveniently already on the coffee table.
“It’s hot; don’t touch it yet,” you said, sitting down next to him.
“I know, love, thank you,” he said, leaning in to you so he could press a quick kiss to your lips.
You returned the kiss, smiling against his lips. “I love you,” you said, ruffling his hair a bit.
“I love you too,” he said back, pulling you closer to him so you were nearly in his lap.
He had been waiting for this all day. Sitting with you and being affectionate was the best and most important part of his day.
You place your hand on his chest. “Newt, there’s something I’ve been meaning to ask you.”
“Oh, uh, go ahead, love,” he said, growing a bit nervous.
You could sense his nervousness and gave him a comforting smile. “Don’t worry, it's nothing bad,” you assured him.
Newt let out a soft sigh mixed with a laugh. “That's good to hear.”
You hugged him, holding him tightly and allowing him to rest his head against your chest. “You’re such a worrier,” you teased. “You know I wouldn’t ever say anything that would hurt you.”
“I know, what is it that you need to tell me?” He asked.
“Well, we’ve been together for a few months now, and I’ve just been wondering if you’d be willing to take things a bit further,” you asked, a little bit embarrassed to say it outright, but luckily Newt seemed to understand what you were asking.
“Oh!” Newt replied, a bit surprised. “Uh, yeah, I guess we could,” he replied, avoiding your gaze.
“Only if you want to, of course. If you’re not ready, I don’t mind waiting a bit longer,” you assured him, pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek.
Newt’s face was beet red, not used to discussing such things. “No! I want to! I definitely want to!” He exclaimed, his tone unintentionally louder than normal due to his nerves and a mix of excitement.
You smiled at his eager response. “Well, finish your tea before it gets cold, and then we can do whatever you’re comfortable with.”
He nodded, too nervous to say anything, and picked up the cup of tea, which was now cooled down enough to drink. He sipped slowly, his mind racing, with thoughts that both excited and worried him. He’d been wanting this for longer than he was willing to admit, but was equally terrified of the idea. Not only did he have no prior experience, but he was worried about disappointing you. He only knew the very basics, but not enough to help him.
“Are you alright, love?” You asked, watching him quietly drink his tea, deep in thought with a flushed look on his face.
“Y-yeah, I’m alright, just nervous,” he mumbled.
“Hey, we don’t have to do anything if you’re not ready yet, Newt,” you said, placing your hand on his shoulder in a comforting manner.
He shook his head. “No, love, even if we waited another ten years, I’d be as nervous as ever,” he laughed awkwardly.
“If you’d like, I can guide you a bit. I’m not the most experienced, but I have some,” you offered.
“You do?” He asked, slightly relieved to know you’d be able to help him from making a complete fool out of himself.
“Yeah, that doesn’t bother you, does it?” You asked.
“Of course not, I don't care about what you’ve done in the past—well, I care, but I don’t—never mind,” he rambled on before finally pausing. “No, it doesn’t bother me,” he finally said.
You giggled softly at his nervous response. “No need to over-explain yourself. I knew what you meant,” you said, standing up from your spot on the couch and holding your hand out to him to take. “Let's go to my room.”
Newt took your hand, standing up and allowing you to lead him to your bedroom. He looked around, taking in the sight of the familiar room. He’d been in this room many times, though nothing ever went past kissing and cuddling until you both fell asleep. Not much had changed, aside from a few small pieces of decor you seem to have collected since the last time he was here.
“Your room is nice,” Newt said, breaking the silence. He knew it was an odd thing to say about a room he’d been in before, but he was looking for anything to break the awkward tension between the two of you.
You laughed softly, still able to pick up on his awkward nervousness. “Thanks, Newt, I’d hope so since half of the random trinkets in the room were gifts from you,” you said.
“So you like the things I find for you on my trips?” He asked.
“Of course I do; they’re some of the most valued things I own,” you said, guiding him to the bed and pushing him onto his back.
His breath hitched as he fell back onto the bed, his head landing on the soft pillow. He propped himself up on his elbows and watched as you climbed on top of him and straddled his hips. “Merlin, this is actually happening,” Newt thought to himself, his face flushed.
“There’s no need to worry, Newt, really. You’ve dragged me on some of the most bizarre, and sometimes terrifying adventures; your lack of experience won’t be the thing to scare me off,” you assured him.
Your words didn’t make much of a difference, but they were still nice for him to hear.
“Do you still want to go through with this?” You asked, brushing his fringe back and pressing a kiss to his forehead. “You’re able to back out anytime if things become too much for you,” you reminded him.
“Y-yes,” Newt responded, too nervous to even look you in the eyes, though that was quite normal for him. He didn’t think he’d want to back out; he genuinely really wanted this, but knowing he had the option was comforting nonetheless.
“Can I take these off?” You asked, feeling his chest through the fabric of his waistcoat and button-up collared shirt.
“Go ahead, love,” he said, resting his hands on your hips as you continued to straddle him.
You undid his bowtie before slowly beginning to unbutton his waistcoat, carefully tossing it to the side and unbuttoning his white collared shirt as well. His chest was now fully exposed to you, which you couldn’t help but smile about. You’d seen him shirtless before, usually when he stayed the night and didn’t bring something more comfortable to wear to bed, but this was much more intimate and up close. You carefully ran your hand over his chest, taking in every contour of his body, and feeling the fine hair scattered across it.
You gently brushed your finger over his nipple, instantly earning a soft whimper from him. “Oh, you like that, hmm? Should I keep going?” You teased, pressing a kiss to his lips.
“Mhm,” he hummed against your lips in response, nodding slightly as he kissed you back.
You pulled back a bit, moving down to leave some kisses on his neck. He let out a soft moan, his grip tightening on your hips as his nail dug into your skin. He shuddered slightly as you nipped a bit at his skin, marking him as you went. You moved your lips down to his chest, moving yourself lower so you could leave a trail of kisses down his torso until you made your way to the waistband of his pants.
“Can I take these off, too?” You asked, looking back up at him.
Newt nodded, giving you the go-to. You immediately undid his pants and pulled them down, leaving him in only his underwear. As much as you wanted to see his boxers gone and dive right into things, you knew it would be best to take things slow with him.
You could see he was embarrassed again, that is, if the embarrassment ever left. You moved back up so you were face-to-face with him again, giving him a small comforting smile as you looked down at him.
“You okay, love?” You asked him, moving a hand up to brush the hair out of his face. Newt let out a noise that was something between a whine and a groan as he nodded his head. “Words, love,” you reminded him.
Newt swallowed thickly as he responded. “Yes, but I just—” he let out a small whine as you ran a hand up and down his thigh. “I’m just a little embarrassed still.”
You leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to his forehead. “You have nothing to be embarrassed about, sweetheart,” you reassured him. “I love you, okay?”
He nodded as you kissed his forehead. “I love you too.”
You smiled at that and gently caressed his thighs before moving your hand a bit higher, touching him through his boxers. Newt gasped, squeezing his eyes shut as he arched slightly at the sudden touch.
“You’re so sensitive,” you murmured, running your hand up and down the shape of his already semi-hard cock. Newt let out a soft whimper as you traced him through the material of his boxers, unable to keep himself from thrusting his hips up into your hand. “And needy,” you added.
Newt’s hands moved to grip the bedsheet, trying to find something to anchor himself. “Please,” he begged, his eyes still squeezed shut.
“Please what, love?” You asked, knowing exactly what he needed from you but wanting to hear him say it.
Newt swallowed again before finding his voice. “Please touch me,” he finally got out, opening his eyes to look up at you.
You smiled at him, hooking your fingers under the waistband of his boxers so you could slide them off. Newt lifted his hips a bit to make things easier for you, and you managed to get them all the way off before tossing them into the pile of the rest of his clothes.
Newt was fully exposed now, completely out in the open for you to see. You couldn’t help but admire him, taking in the sight of his bare body. He was gorgeous.
You took one of his hands and placed it on your chest. “You can touch me too if you’d like,” you said, trying to give him a bit of encouragement.
He carefully squeezed your breast through the fabric of your nightgown. You moaned softly at the touch, your hand resting on his thigh as you let him explore your body. Newt’s hands were trembling slightly, but you could tell he genuinely enjoyed touching you.
“Um, can I take this off, love?” He asked, tugging at the strap of your night gown. It was a simple question, but for Newt, it made him feel bolder than ever.
“Yeah, go ahead,” you said softly, allowing him to pull your nightgown up over your head and toss it to the sides.
Newt looked up at you with a look of awe on his face, seeing you straddling his hips while now only in your lace panties, your breasts fully exposed to him. Without even thinking, he reached up and cupped them with his hands, sitting up a bit in the process. “Do you like the view?” You asked, your tone teasing.
“Mhm, you’re gorgeous,” he said, completely enamored by the sight of you.
The compliment only made you smile more, making you shift slightly on top of him. “Thanks, Newt,” you said.
Newt could feel the wetness through your underwear against his already hard cock, letting out another helpless whine as he felt your body weight shift on his lap.
“Can you take off yours, too?” He asked, his hands moving down to tug on your underwear.
You nodded, lifting yourself off of him just enough to slide off your underwear. As soon as you were completely naked, you settled back down onto him. Newt’s hands quickly found their way to your hips, squeezing them in his hands as he looked up at you.
You placed your hands on his chest, feeling his heartbeat under your touch. His hands were still on your hips; his thumbs rubbed small circles into your skin. You leaned down, pressing a light kiss on his forehead. “How’re you feeling, love?”
Newt took a breath before he spoke. “Better, honestly. Still a bit nervous though.”
You brought a hand up to brush a few stray hairs out of his face and cupped his cheek. “That’s okay. Just tell me if I’m going too fast, and I’ll stop.”
Newt nodded, his grip on your hips tightening just a bit. “Please keep going, love; I need you. To be inside you,” he begged.
You smiled and pressed your lips to his cheek. “Of course,” you said.
You ran your hand, still on his chest, down his torso until you reached his cock. Slowly, you wrapped your hand around him, giving him a soft squeeze and a few strokes, causing him to arch a bit, thrusting into your hand. You repositioned yourself a bit so you could line his cock up with your entrance, letting just the tip slip inside. Slowly lowering yourself down until he was fully inside you.
“Is this still okay, love?” You asked, running your hands through his hair.
All he could do was nod in response, moaning loudly at the feeling of being inside you.
You gave a few experimental rolls of your hips, earning a mixture of whines and whimpers from him. “You feel so good,” you murmured.
As you both adjusted to the feeling of each other, you gradually began to move faster. You set a steady pace as you rode him, trying not to go too fast or too slow.
You could feel him shaking slightly under you, his breath coming out in pants as he mewled beneath you. Newt was completely lost in the feeling of you, his mind going blank with only you on his mind. He could hardly speak between the sounds he was making, but he managed to say your name through a string of moans and whimpers. His hands on your hips were guiding you with your movements, trying to match your pace as his own hips thrust up into you. His movements were somewhat sloppy, but it still felt good to you, getting you to moan softly with each thrust.
You placed a hand between your legs, your fingers moving down to your clit so you could rub it in small circles for an added layer of pleasure, keeping your other hand on his chest to hold yourself up. He looked up at you with wide eyes, finding the sight of you touching yourself while you rode him incredibly arousing.
You could feel his thighs shaking beneath you, showing he was getting close, too. “Love, I-I'm close,” he panted out, his fingernails digging into your skin.
“Already?” You teased, but there was no malice behind it, and you weren’t upset about it, considering it was his first time; it was to be expected. “It's okay, you don't have to hold back, sweetheart; you can let go,” you assured him.
Your words were all it took for him to reach his limit. His back arched off the bed, and with a cry of your name, he came, his nails digging into the skin on your hips hard enough to leave marks. You kept moving your hips, trying to ride him through his orgasm. He was shaking and breathing heavily, trying to recover from the intensity of his release.
Feeling him shake and moan beneath you as he came made you want to reach your release as well. Your pace quickened, and you could feel the pressure building up inside of you, your breathing coming out in pants. Newt’s hands on your hips gripped you tightly, trying to keep up with your movements. His cock was still sensitive from his previous orgasm, the overstimulation causing him to be more vocal, but he honestly didn’t mind how it felt.
“I’m almost there,” you gasped out, feeling your orgasm building up.
You could feel the pressure building up inside of you, your breathing coming out in pants. With a few more rough thrusts from Newt, you finally came, clenching around his cock tightly and letting out a loud cry of pleasure as your legs trembled. You slowed down your movements, eventually stilling your hips as you both came down from your highs. You slumped forward onto Newt’s chest, feeling the way it was rising and falling erratically while his heart beat rapidly.
It took a few moments for Newt to feel like his mind was working. He was dazed but clearly satisfied. “That was—” he started to say, but his words failed him, and he had to catch his breath first before he could continue. “That was incredible.”
You giggled softly at his response, feeling pleased that he enjoyed it so much. You shifted off of him, collapsing on the bed next to him. Newt immediately rolled onto his side, draping an arm over you and pulling you close to him. You wrapped your arms and legs around him, clinging to him tightly.
He pressed a kiss to the top of your head, nuzzling into your hair. "I love you so much.”
You smiled against his chest, feeling content and safe in his embrace. “I love you too, Newt,” you replied, running your hands up and down his back.
The two of you remained silent for a few moments as you both came down from your highs until Newt spoke up. “Can I ask you something?”
You shifted a bit, pulling back just enough to look up at him. “Of course, what is it?”
Newt took a deep breath. “Was I—um—well, good enough?” He asked, clearly still worried about possibly not satisfying you enough.
You gave him a reassuring smile. “Don’t be silly, Newt. You were incredible,” you told him, running a hand through his hair. “That was the best I’ve had in a while.”
“Really?” He asked, unsure if you really meant it or were just trying to ease his worries.
You gently cupped his face in your hands, making him look at you. “Yes, really,” you said, pressing a kiss to his forehead.
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Summary: Waking up Remus on his birthday to wish him a happy birthday and show him how much you appreciate him ;)
Warnings/Content: MDNI/NSFW! Smut with a bit of fluff, oral (Remus receiving) // Post-Marauders Era!
Author’s Note: This fic is reposted and I originally posted it on his birthday.
March 10th, 1999: Remus Lupin’s 39th Birthday…
Today was Remus’s birthday, and like every year, you wanted to make sure his special day went well. Despite having spent almost every birthday with him since the day you met, and birthdays not being as exciting now that you were both well into adulthood, you still enjoyed celebrating with him because you loved him. You intentionally woke up before him, having planned everything the night before and wanting to be the one who woke him up. Nothing made you happier than seeing the way his lips curled into a smile whenever he woke up to the sight of you.
“Happy birthday, Remus!” You exclaimed with excitement as you gently shook him awake. “Come on, wake up!”
Remus, who had always been a light sleeper, immediately opened his eyes. A small smile spread across his lips at the sight of you waking him and wishing him a happy birthday. He suspected you would do something like that, but it was nonetheless a pleasant surprise. “Good morning, beautiful,” he said, sitting up and reaching a hand out to tuck a strand of your (h/l), (h/c) hair behind your ear.
You smiled in response to his compliment and affectionate gesture. “Good morning, sweetheart. I hope you slept well, because we’re celebrating your special day,” you said, pressing your lips to his cheek. “I hope you’re excited.”
“I slept fine, thank you, love,” he said, allowing you to kiss his cheek. “If I’m being honest, though, I’m not sure how I feel about being a year away from forty now,” he added.
You shook your head and laughed softly. “Tell me about it,” you replied in understanding. “It really sneaks up on you, doesn’t it? Feels like only yesterday we were running around Hogwarts trying to dodge detention, but we’ve actually been married for what? Over a decade now, and we have a whole family?”
Remus chuckled lightly. “Yeah, it does,” he agreed, wrapping his arms around you tightly, holding you against his chest, and leaning down to kiss the top of your head. “I wouldn’t have it any other way, though. I love you and our little family,” he added.
“You’re so sweet, Remus,” you said, lifting your head from his chest, looking into his eyes before leaning in to kiss him.
His soft lips gently moved in sync with yours in a short but sweet kiss. “You're the sweet one, love,” he said.
After all this time, Remus still hadn't gotten tired of receiving affection from you. He even still occasionally got nervous around you when you’d hug and kiss him unexpectedly, which was always quite cute. To him, you were the sweetest thing in the world, his motivation to wake up in the morning, and his reason to keep going. Even after having lost so much, he still had you, and that meant the world to him.
“I love you, (Y/n),” Remus said, tracing patterns on your back with his fingers as he held you close.
You smiled not only at his words but also at his gentle touches that made you feel so loved and safe. “I love you too, and since it’s your birthday, I’d like to do something special for you,” you said, placing your hand on his chest. “To show you how much I love and appreciate you.”
“Really, and how do you plan on doing that, love?” He asked, a slight smirk on his face. He knew what you were getting at. After being with you for so long, he started to find your methods somewhat predictable.
“What I do best,” you said, pulling the covers off of him. As you took away the warmth of the blankets from him, the cold air in the room hit his skin, causing him to shiver.
You took no time making your way between his legs and touching him through his flannel pajama bottoms. “It’s been a while, hasn’t it? Life’s been so busy recently; we’ve barely had any time for each other. I bet you’ve missed this, huh?” You said, your tone slightly teasing.
His breath hitched at the sudden touch, feeling himself begin to grow more aroused by the second. “Love, you better not be planning on teasing me too much; I seriously don’t think I can take it,” Remus said with a soft laugh, trying to hide his neediness, but you could hear that his tone was still a bit more desperate and pleading than usual.
You giggled at that. “Well, since it’s your special day, I’ll try to hold back on the teasing, just a little bit, if that’s what you want,” you replied, carefully untying the drawstring of his pajama bottoms and pulling them down along with his boxers, exposing him completely.
“I appreciate it, love,” Remus chuckled. He watched you closely, his eyes following your every movement. He couldn’t help but admire how attractive he thought you looked right now, being so eager to please him in the best way you knew how.
You reached your hand out and wrapped it around his semi-hard cock, earning a soft moan from his lips almost immediately. “Glad to see you haven’t lost your spark yet.”
“I don’t plan on losing it anytime soon,” he replied playfully.
“That’s good to hear,” you said as you gave him a few firm strokes, running your thumb over the tip to get him fully ready. “Ready?” You asked, looking back up at him.
Remus nodded eagerly in response with a soft hum, which only got a soft laugh from you. He was as ready as ever and didn’t want to wait another second to feel your lips on him.
“What was that, Remus? I’m going to need you to use your words, dear. I have no idea what you want,” you said, feigning ignorance.
Remus sighed in response, knowing you were purposefully going out of your way to drag things out to make him wait, even if it was only a few seconds. “Yes, I’m ready, you tease,” he said. “And I thought you said you would hold back on the teasing, love,” he reminded you.
“That’s more like it,” you said, leaning down and putting your lips to the head of his cock, gently kissing the tip. “Also, for the record, I said I’d try to hold back on the teasing,” you added before returning your lips to him.
Remus groaned, watching you intently as you gave kisses and small, gentle licks to the tip of his cock. His hands went down to grab your hair, not with the intention to force you down on him roughly and make you choke, not liking to rush you when you were giving him head; he just liked to have something to hold on to and loved the way your hair felt in his grip.
Your name fell from his lips in a desperate whimper, needing more from you. “Please, (Y/n),” he begged, hoping for you to pick up the pace. You had only just started, and he loved it when you dragged things out usually, but right now, he was extremely needy and impatient.
“Impatience will get you nowhere with me, my love.” You said, giving him another soft kiss on the tip before flattening your tongue against him and giving it a long, slow stroke from the base of his cock all the way to the tip.
A needy whimper escaped his lips, which caused you to giggle. “You like that, huh?” You teased as you took him into your mouth, working your tongue against him as you took as much of him as you could.
Remus groaned at the sensation, his grip on your hair tightening slightly as he threw his head back, letting it fall onto the pillow with his eyes squeezed shut. “Y-yes, love, you feel so good,” he grunted, his hips buckling slightly, causing him to thrust deeper into your mouth.
You hummed against him in reply, creating vibrations on his cock, adding to the already existing pleasure. You took him as deep into your mouth as you could manage, keeping one hand on the base of his cock to take care of what you couldn’t fit in your mouth and using the other to gently caress his thigh to help him relax.
“I’m not going to last much longer if you keep going like that, love,” he panted, his voice desperate and needy.
His sounds of pleasure filled the room, and you could tell from the way he had his eyes squeezed shut and the harshness and shakiness of his breath that he was trying to hold back from coming already. You enjoyed being able to have this type of control over him, being able to get those noises and reactions out of him.
You smiled to yourself at his desperate words and pulled back just enough to speak. “Already? You’ve always finished quickly, but not like this,” you teased.
Remus let out a soft whine as you pulled back, already missing the feeling of your lips wrapped around him. “Please just keep going, love,” he begged, gently guiding your head back down.
You obliged, taking him back into your mouth again, bobbing your head up and down, picking up the pace a little more this time around. “That’s it, love; don’t stop,” he said.
You heard him whimper your name as well as a few curses and pleas as his hips started to jerk up in small but desperate thrusts. “I-I'm going to—” he struggled to say, cutting himself off with a strangled moan as his fingers gripped your hair so tight you wondered if he was going to yank some of it out.
You didn’t stop to say anything back to him, only picking up your pace in response. Your only goal in this moment was to make him finish. You could feel him throb in your mouth, signaling that he was right on the edge, and finally, with a cry of your name, his body tensed, arching as he came hard in your mouth. You swallowed, not wanting to let any of it go to waste, before pulling back and going to kiss his cheek.
His grip on your hair loosened as he slumped back onto the bed, his breathing heavy as he tried to calm himself down. He looked blissful, his chest rising and falling with every heavy breath he took, but he eventually regained control of his breathing and looked down at you with a lazy smile. “That was amazing, love,” he breathed out, hugging you tightly.
“I’m glad you enjoyed it, dear. I’m going to get started on breakfast now,” you said, beginning to get up, but Remus stopped you.
“Wait,” Remus panted, shaking his head and pulling you back down and close to his chest. “You don’t want to cuddle for a little bit, love?” He asked, kissing you on the forehead.
“Of course I want to cuddle, but I thought you’d want to eat first. Are you not hungry?” You asked, used to Remus’s rather large appetite and fast metabolism, stopping at nothing.
“You know I am, but I think breakfast can wait a little bit longer. I’d much rather spend some quality time with my wife,” he said.
“And what about your cake? I still have to make your cake,” you reminded him.
“That’s sweet, love, but you have time; we don’t need the cake until after dinner,” he laughed. “I'd like to spend some time appreciating you before we do anything else, if that’s okay with you," he continued, kissing you on the forehead.
You smiled and wrapped your arms around him tightly. “Yeah, that’s okay with me; we can cuddle for as long as you want, Remus. You know I’ll never say no to cuddles.”
“I am a lucky man, aren’t I?” Remus stated. “Not only does my beautiful wife wake me up to give me a blowjob, but she also plans on making me breakfast and a birthday cake,” he said, his tone slightly teasing, smiling at you as he caressed you gently.
You laughed at his words and playfully hit his shoulder. “Merlin, you make it sound so crude, Remus,” you pointed out. “But when you put it like that, I guess you are pretty lucky, my dear.”
“It’s just the truth,” he said.
“Anyways, speaking of your cake, what flavor are you thinking?” You asked, shifting the subject of the conversation.
“Chocolate, of course, but I’m sure I’ll enjoy anything you decide to make for me,” he answered, not having to put much thought into the question.
“Stupid question; I should’ve known that one,” you said, laughing. “I’ll make sure it’s the best chocolate cake you’ll ever have.”
“You always go above and beyond, love. You’ve already made today feel so special, and we’re only just getting started,” he said, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “I love you so much, (Y/n).”
“Happy birthday, Moony. I love you so much more,” you said, using his old nickname.
Remus smiled at the sound of the old nickname leaving your lips. “Haven’t dropped our old names yet, hmm?”
“Never,” you replied simply, closing your eyes as you relaxed with your head resting on his chest, listening to the sound of his beating heart and his breathing.
“Good thing those old names still fit us well, (Y/n/n),” he replied, leaning down to kiss the top of your head. “And by the way, I love you more.”
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Author’s Note: I will add the NSFW headcanons later
⏾ : Remus really likes spending time with you. He has been through a lot in his life and has lost many close to him, so naturally, he’s learned to value the people in his life. He has someone in his life who loves him (you), so he wants to spend every possible moment with you.
⏾ : He naturally has a very comforting energy around him; he doesn’t personally think he does, and maybe that’s his insecurities getting to him, but you definitely feel it. Whenever you’re feeling under the weather, Remus tries his best to help. If you’re sick, he’ll make sure you’re comfortable in bed and will bring you whatever you need. If you’ve just had a rough day, he’ll do his best to cheer you up. Being around Remus, especially after having a long/rough day, can instantly fix your mood.
⏾ : He also has a way with words, and he’s very good at providing verbal comfort as well. He’s not sure where it came from, maybe it’s from reading a lot, but he seems to always know exactly what to say to make your heart flutter or how to comfort you when you’re having a problem. He gives lots of good advice and encourages you to love and take care of yourself. Sometimes you wish he would follow his own advice because he, too, needs to take better care of himself and practice more self-love.
⏾ : Aside from all the comforting words, he also just enjoys telling you how much he loves you, as well as complimenting your physical appearance and other sweet things. “You look so beautiful, love.” “I love my beautiful girl.” “I don’t know how I got so lucky.”
⏾ : Remus also likes to uplift you by saying he’s proud of you, even if you haven’t done much. “I’m so proud of you, sweetheart.” “You’re doing a great job, love.”
⏾ : He uses a lot of pet names when addressing you, more than he uses your actual name. He usually calls you things like "love," "dear," and "sweetheart." He loves it when you use sweet pet names on him as well. He’ll also never get tired of his old nickname, Moony.
⏾ : He’s a good listener, too, and likes to listen to you talk about your interests. He loves the sound of your voice and finds it sweet when you're passionate about something.
⏾ : Remus has always been a bit touch-starved, to say the least, but he would never admit that. His whole life, he’s pushed relationships away out of fear of not being good enough or being judged for his lycanthropy, so when he finally found someone he felt loved and comfortable around, he just wanted to be held.
⏾ : He enjoys all types of physical affection. Little things like gentle touches and caresses go a long way for him, but of course, he also enjoys kisses, cuddles, handholding, etc. He loves having his face cupped in your hand while you say sweet things to him.
⏾ : When you cuddle, he’s usually the big spoon, because he enjoys wrapping his arms around you from behind and being able to kiss the back of your neck and shoulders, but he doesn’t mind being the little spoon from time to time as well.
⏾ : He likes to hold you in his lap while he does basic things like read, have his morning coffee, drink his evening tea, or just sit comfortably doing nothing else but talking.
⏾ : Remus loves hugs. He’ll come up behind you while you're standing doing something, just to wrap his arms around you, kissing the top of your head and resting his head on your shoulder while watching over what you’re doing. You feel so nice in his arms, and he likes the way it feels when he holds your waist. He loves it when you give him random hugs just for the sake of being sweet too.
⏾ : After his transformations, he’s quite sore since they take a massive toll on the body, so he appreciates when you give him back and shoulder rubs. He thinks hand massages are nice too, especially when he’s spent a lot of time writing (I headcanon that he likes to journal and write), and back when he worked as a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts and would have to grade assignments, his hands would get crampy. (I also headcanon Remus as someone who gets muscle cramps very easily.) He would lose his mind if you gave him a massage while saying sweet things to him and kissing him.
⏾ : He’s a chronic nail biter, so it’s nice when you hold his hands or allow him to keep his hands occupied by letting him touch you so he doesn’t bite his nails.
⏾ : He’s also a lip chewer as much as he is a nail biter, which often leads to his lips getting chapped, yet even with that, Remus still somehow has very kissable lips. It’s so easy to kiss him and instantly melt into it. Kissing Remus can go from sweet, gentle kisses to a rough makeout session in a matter of seconds because he’s just that enjoyable to kiss.
⏾ : Remus never thought he’d be the type to settle down long-term until he met you. It took him a while to propose to you, despite it being something he had thought about a lot. He was mostly worried about you saying no, as well as his own personal baggage and lycanthropy being a problem, even with you assuring him you love him no matter what. He’d be a very loyal husband and partner in general.
⏾ : When it comes to having your actual wedding, Remus would prefer to have a small one with close friends and family; you’d be in charge of invites since Remus isn’t close with many people. If you didn’t have many people to invite either, he’d be more than okay with having a private wedding with just the two of you, but if you really wanted a large wedding, he’d be willing to go along with it just to keep you happy despite it not really being his thing. Just try to keep the budget reasonable.
⏾ : His lycanthropy plays a role in his complicated feelings when it comes to having children. He likes the idea of having a family and would be a good father (he gives total girl dad vibes, and it’s not up for debate), but he still doubts himself. Not only is he worried about how his lycanthropy could affect any future children of his, but he also hates the idea of leaving you to parent alone whenever he has to leave for his transformations. He’d also go out of his way to go somewhere further than he normally would, and even make you double-lock the door. Even though he uses wolfsbane to help with his transformation, he isn’t risking ANYTHING!
⏾ : Lycanthropy aside, he also has all the normal fears that come with becoming a parent for the first time. When he found out you were pregnant (if you choose to have children this way), he was stressing. Not that he was angry with you or upset at the news, just extremely nervous and overthinking everything. He does try his best to take care of you through the whole thing.
⏾ : If you did actually end up having children, he would quickly learn that he’s more than capable of being a good father. Though he still has his doubts and is still extremely nervous on the days leading up to the full moon, at least you can truthfully reassure him that he’s doing great because the proof is right there. You can always remind him that the reason he worries so much is because he genuinely cares.
⏾ : Due to his transformations, he was nervous about moving in together. He has no problems coming over to your place or inviting you over to spend the night with you, but in the days leading up to the full moon, he starts to get a bit nervous about being around you, especially once the sun starts to set. Not only does the approaching full moon make him a bit irritable, and he doesn’t like being in a mad mood around you, but he also has a fear of accidentally getting the date of the full moon wrong, despite paying very close attention to it, or forgetting to take his wolfsbane potion. Remus’s fear of accidentally hurting someone, especially you, makes him feel ill and sometimes leads him to push the ones he loves away. Because of this, it is important that you give him a lot of reassurance.
⏾ : Sharing a bed with Remus can be either the best or the worst thing. He tends to spread out, which is fine if you like to lie on his chest or hug him while you sleep, but if you don’t, you might not have a lot of space. Normally, he stays still for most of the night, but on the nights leading up to the full moon, he has a lot of trouble sleeping and is very restless, so he tends to toss and turn a lot, which can be a bit annoying. He’s also a light sleeper, so you have to be very careful not to wake him up if, for whatever reason, you need to get up in the middle of the night or before he wakes up.
⏾ : He is very protective of you (and your children if you choose to have any), but not in a toxic, jealous, or controlling way. Remus is not the type to get jealous over meaningless stuff, even when he’s feeling insecure, because he knows he can trust you. He just really cares about you and your safety and well-being. It’s why he worries so much about how his transformations might affect you and why he wants you to take care of yourself.
⏾ : Remus tries his best to be helpful around the house, whether it be cleaning or setting the table for dinner. He would never allow you to handle all the housework by yourself. He’s also always willing to help run errands on a whim if he’s not busy. If he sees you have a large to-do list, he’ll try to help shorten it without even needing to be asked.
⏾ : He’s not great at things like cooking, though, as he’s never really been one to take the best care of himself, mostly living off junk and takeout or just skipping meals as a whole, so he leaves food plans up to you. If you’re not good at cooking either, it’s back to takeout and TV dinners. He wouldn’t be against trying to learn, especially if you wanted to learn together; it could be a cute couples activity. Ideally, having homemade meals would be the best, considering it's the most cost-effective, and Remus doesn’t have the most money in the world.
⏾ : Despite Remus not having a lot, he still tries his best to gift you things whenever he can. He wishes he could do more for you, but to be honest, his gifts mean so much more knowing he puts in the effort to save up to get them for you. He remembers putting every last bit of his leftover money aside after paying his bills and basic living expenses just to get you an engagement ring he deemed good enough for you.
⏾ : Aside from tracking moon cycles to remember when the next full moon is, Remus is kind of forgetful, but the one thing he makes sure to never miss is your birthday or anniversary. He knows how horrible that would make you feel, so those dates are the first thing he writes on any calendar. He always tries to get you something nice as a gift or at least make some special plans.
⏾ : Despite being more of a homebody, Remus tries to plan somewhat interesting or sweet dates, but most of your date nights end up being at home on the couch, either playing a board game or just being more affectionate with each other than usual. He doesn’t mind going out for drinks or food occasionally. He enjoys shopping with you as well; even if you don’t end up buying anything, he doesn't mind browsing.
⏾ : Remus takes a lot of walks, especially when he needs to clear his head or let off some steam, but he really likes it when you join him. He loves holding your hand while you walk together, either in comfortable silence or while making small talk.
⏾ : He likes the rain, whether it's light rainfall or a full-blown thunderstorm. Whenever there is a storm, he enjoys cuddling in silence while you listen to the sounds of the rain together. If you're bothered by loud noises, leading you to be upset over the thunder, he’ll give you a lot of reassurance and hold you extra tight.
⏾ : He hates arguments; nothing good comes of them, so he avoids them. He would rather sit down and talk things out if a problem arises and make sure to be sweet and comforting during the conversation, giving you kisses and holding you close to him while you talk. Remus knows how irritable he can get around the full moon, so he tries to avoid any sort of conflict around that time, because he doesn’t want to accidentally snap and say something he regrets. Also, arguing runs the risk of making you upset, and if he ever made you upset, especially if you cried, he’d beat himself up over it for weeks. Overall, Remus tries to handle any disagreement as reasonably as possible.
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Author’s Note: I'm disgusted by my freakery; there are significantly more NSFW headcanons than SFW ones.
SFW Headcanons
⏾ : Xenophilus’s only experience prior to you was Pandora, but he was with her for quite some time, so he is still pretty experienced when it comes to dating.
⏾ : He dates with the intention of being with someone long-term. He was a bit hesitant about moving on from Pandora. The concept of finding another person to love after losing someone is a hard thing for him, and he honestly never expected to move on at all. It shows he truly cares about you and that you’re someone he really wants to be with.
⏾ : Getting with him would most likely be a friends-to-lovers situation. In general, he’s always been careful about trusting people, and he likes to have meaningful bonds with the people in his life.
⏾ : He’s quite attached to you and very worried about losing you, and after what he’s gone through, his fears are understandable.
⏾ : Xenophilius adores physical touch and affection. He seriously can’t keep his hands to himself when he’s around you. Anytime you’re with him, his hands are on you in some way, and always in a very sweet and comforting way.
⏾ : He’s reading or writing; you’re sitting in his lap while he does it. Cooking or making tea, he’s behind you with his arms wrapped around your waist. He’s quite clingy, actually, but in the best possible way.
⏾ : He’s not against being affectionate with you in front of others at all. He has no shame when it comes to being with you, but he does keep things tame and doesn’t go beyond handholding, hugs, and sweet kisses on the cheek.
⏾ : Xenophilius is the sweetest when it comes to verbal affection, always telling you how much he loves you, complimenting you, and using sweet pet names for you. The names he uses for you are never boring, usually things like "starlight," and he has definitely called you a goddess before. He truly does adore you.
⏾ : He always comes to you for your opinions on things, especially when it comes to his writing for the Quibbler. He also loves to tell you about things he finds and thinks about, and really appreciates having a partner who hears what he has to say and is open-minded and accepting and doesn’t think he’s crazy or weird.
⏾ : He just takes such good care of you at any opportunity. If you have a long day and need comfort, his arms are open and ready for you. If you need someone to listen to you vent, he's always going to listen. He’s always willing to make you tea, cook your favorite dinner, and make the bed so you can just cuddle and unwind. Anything he can do to make you feel better or comfort you, he’ll do in a heartbeat.
⏾ : Dates with Xenophilius are always so sweet and special. He likes dates where you’re doing things to bond together and loves a cozy atmosphere. He’s never been very traditional and would much rather stargaze and spend time with you outside by a bonfire than go to a fancy dinner.
⏾ : Xenophilius loves spending his time with you, and you will always be his first choice for anything. An event comes up where he can bring someone with him; he wants you to accompany him. He needs help with something; he wants you to help him. Having a relaxing evening to unwind, he wants you to join him.
⏾ : He has no problem living with you whatsoever; he actually really likes having someone else in the house with him to keep him company. Especially since Luna spends most of the year at Hogwarts, it can get kinda lonely at the house.
⏾ : He’s also very helpful around the house and isn’t the type to dump all the chores and responsibility on you. Household chores are usually 50/50, with him wanting to do a lot of them alongside you. When things are perfectly 50/50, it's always for a valid reason, like someone being sick or away from home for a bit for whatever reason. On other occasions, it might just be him wanting to do a little extra to take some weight off your shoulders.
⏾ : Xenophilius is all for things like getting married, but he does worry a lot about things, mostly about how it could affect Luna. He’d obviously never be with someone who he didn’t feel would be good to have around her, but he’s aware that any child seeing their parent “move on” isn’t exactly easy. When you do eventually get married, it will most likely be a small wedding, but very whimsical because that just feels right for him.
⏾ : As we see, he is a very good father who genuinely cares a lot about his family, and he’d be more than willing to have more children with you if you wanted, and he’d love them just as much as he loves Luna.
⏾ : You both don’t argue very much. In general, Xenophilius is very nonconfrontational and is so sweet as a partner that it makes him one of those people who are just hard to be mad at. He’s good at coming to conclusions and negotiating things fairly with you, so even when you are bothered by something, it’s an easy conversation to have. He also never really does anything that bothers you; disagreements just don’t really happen.
NSFW Headcanons
⏾ : He has a decent amount of experience, not with many different partners, his only other partner being Pandora, but due to his willingness to experiment, he’s been able to learn a lot.
⏾ : He comes off as the type to be very sex positive and open to experimentation. He does like to take things at a slow pace, though; he doesn’t want to rush into things that you might not be ready for.
⏾ : He is very intimate and romantic in general, so that goes for sex as well. The intimacy of sex is his favorite part and very important to him. He enjoys the feeling of loving you and taking care of you while having sex. The concept of only having sex for pleasure and nothing more feels like a waste of time, and he’d honestly rather just masturbate. With that, he’s also not a fan of meaningless hookups.
⏾ : His sex drive seems relatively high since he doesn’t like to suppress his sexual needs and desires. If he’s in the mood, he’s going to give in, whether it be with you or by himself. The same goes for you; he will encourage you to come to him whenever you’re in the mood.
⏾ : It does not take much to get him going. Gentle touches and kissing are enough to get him going, but he knows he needs to have a little more self-control if he wants to get anything productive done.
⏾ : Seeing you wet, as in from being in the shower, swimming, etc., is also a massive turn-on for him. He loves the way the water drips down your skin and how wet hair looks on you.
⏾ : Xenophilius prefers to take his time with you, usually having a more gentle and slower pace. He picks up his pace as needed, usually going faster when you start nearing your release. When he’s about to finish, his thrusts start to become super sloppy.
⏾ : It depends on his mood, but most of the time he’s able to go do a couple rounds and last a while before going soft. If you give him a bit to recharge in between rounds, he can go all night until the sun comes up.
⏾ : He loves the general area of your thighs and tummy, finding those areas of your body incredibly attractive. (He also finds bigger bodies extremely sexy, but loves you regardless of what you look like.) His love for your thighs comes from how much he enjoys it when you put him in a headlock with them. He also loves to watch the way your thighs shake when you come.
⏾ : He’s not a very hairy person to begin with, and his body hair is very light in color. The only hair he shaves is his facial hair, and he gives the hair on his head the occasional trim when he needs to get rid of dead/split ends. He doesn’t bother to shave his pubic hair at all, or any of his body hair, to be honest.
⏾ : He’d also like body hair on you as well. He loves the natural look of it and doesn’t like the shame or stigma around things like body hair on women. He wouldn’t have anything against you wanting to shave if it makes you feel more comfortable, but being perfectly shaven and smooth is not something you’d ever have to worry about with him.
⏾ : If you have a large backyard surrounded by trees and no neighbors, he’d be comfortable with having outdoor sex. If it’s dark outside, that’s even better; the idea of sex while stargazing is a dream come true for him. He liked to have a campfire to add to the cozy atmosphere. He wouldn’t like the risk of getting caught or being seen (unless it’s planned… he’s not totally against the idea of being watched depending on the circumstance, but he doesn’t want to physically share you), which is why he’d like the privacy provided by trees.
⏾ : This goes without saying, but the bedroom. It’s comfortable and the most common place to have sex. He enjoys cozy bedrooms with plants, lots of tapestries on the walls and ceiling, warm fairy lights, and a bed in the corner of the room with lots of pillows and soft blankets.
⏾ : He really enjoys shower sex. Everything about the warmth, the way your hair looks when wet, and the way the water drips down your skin is all so arousing to him. Also, back to outdoor activities, he’d love to have sex with you in a hot tub or lake while skinny-dipping.
⏾ : He considers the couch a comfortable alternative to the bedroom, and he likes being able to kneel on the floor in front of you to give you oral while you sit back comfortably with your legs spread.
⏾ : He wants intimacy to be enjoyable and fun; he takes your pleasure seriously, as well as his own, but he doesn’t mind some teasing or joking around with you, especially during foreplay and aftercare. He doesn’t see why you can’t have some lighthearted banter and still have good sex.
⏾ : He likes to tease and also be teased, never in a way that would annoy you or ruin things for you, because he wants things to be pleasurable. If it ever was something that you didn’t enjoy, he’d stop.
⏾ : It’s his favorite when you do it to him. Anything from simple teasing to not letting him come by, edging him will drive him wild.
⏾ : Xenophilius always spends a lot of time on foreplay; he’s really serious about taking his time with you to make things as comfortable, loving, and enjoyable as possible.
⏾ : This man is a total munch. He can and will go at it for hours. His favorite position for giving oral is kneeling in front of you while you stand or sit on the edge of the bed or couch, or having you sit on his face.
⏾ : For him, receiving oral from you is like a gift from the gods. He absolutely adores the way you go down on him and loves to give you full control with it, too. He’s never rough with you, either, when you give him head. He’ll gently stroke your hair, but he’ll never force you down on him or cause you to choke. If you’re having trouble taking him, he’ll carefully guide you and tell you to breathe and take your time.
⏾ : He’s incredible with his hands; he knows exactly where and how to touch you. He can get you off with his hands quite fast.
⏾ : He’ll lose his mind over a handjob from you as well. The way your hand wraps around his cock drives him crazy, especially since he’s always had a thing for hands, more specifically, your hands.
⏾ : Xenophilius will never deny himself pleasure. He always listens to what his body wants, and if you aren’t in the mood to give it to him, he’s more than happy to take care of it himself. The same goes for you as well; if you’re in the mood and he’s not, he’ll encourage you to try out a new toy or technique. He doesn't consider masturbation to be “leaving the other person out” and thinks masturbation is a great way to connect with yourself, which is another reason why he likes it.
⏾ : He likes mutual masturbation and really gets off to watching you. Sometimes he’ll tell you how to touch yourself, and other times he’ll just watch and let you put on a show for him. He also really likes it when you tell him how to touch himself.
⏾ : Xenophilius loves any position that involves you having more control and being on top of him, allowing him to be more submissive. He enjoys looking up at you while you make both him and yourself feel good.
⏾ : He loves it when you ride him. Whether you are facing him or having your back to him, riding his cock or just his thigh, he can’t get enough of it. He loves the way you look on top of him and the way your body arches from the pleasure of riding him. If you’re facing him, he likes to reach up and grope your breasts.
⏾ : He likes both fucking you from behind while you lie on your side, allowing him to spoon you while he thrusts, as well as having you do the same to him with toys or just grinding against him while touching his cock.
⏾ : He’s not a big fan of quickies because they lack intimacy, which is his favorite thing about sex. When he has sex, he likes it to last long, be romantic, and have lots of foreplay and aftercare, and unfortunately, quickies don’t really allow that. Even when he masturbates, he likes to take his time, so he would much rather just wait.
⏾ : Xenophilius with a praise kink just feels right. He will get on his hands and knees just to praise you and call you his goddess. He will go on and on about how women like you deserve to be worshiped. He always tells you how beautiful he thinks you are and how good you make him feel. He also likes receiving praise himself.
⏾ : He also loves it when you have control over his orgasms and edge him. He loves the power and control it gives you over him. Seeing you being dominant over him is the most arousing thing in the world to him. He often will lose complete control over himself and quickly become a whiny, whimpering mess while he begs you to let him come.
⏾ : Overstimulation is another big one for him. He loves it when you continue to touch him after he’s already come, especially when toys are involved.
⏾ : He can’t get enough of you gripping his hair, whether it be gentle tugging when you run your fingers through his hair while he eats you out, or taking handfuls of his hair and roughly pulling on it when you want him to look up at you.
⏾ : He likes to be pegged, and I don’t need to elaborate. (Real ones know I’ll take any opportunity to say a fictional man wants to be pegged.)
⏾ : I will still elaborate though… It was something he was a bit nervous about asking about at first. Normally, he’d never feel embarrassed about voicing his sexual wants and needs, but he wasn’t sure if you would be interested and was also a bit nervous about how it would feel for him. He’d touched himself before, and he liked it, but it was never anything bigger than his own fingers, so the idea of trying something like a toy that’s a lot bigger is a bit nerve-wracking.
⏾ : If you were to agree to it, it would be worth it just for the noises and faces he makes. He likes it when you go down on him in missionary with a strap-on; that way, he can see you, and you also get the pleasure of seeing his face as well.
⏾ : He both owns them and uses toys on you and himself. He’s always been open to trying new things, which includes things like toys. He thinks they are a great way to keep things interesting and discover new ways to make each other feel good.
⏾ : He always makes sure you’re comfortable with any toy he wants to try out, especially if it’s bigger than what you may be used to.
⏾ : This should honestly go without being said, but he would never do anything non-consensual. The idea of even doing something like that to another person or having it happen to him upsets him deeply. Xenophilius has always been extremely sex-positive and wants sex to be enjoyable for both of you, and that comes with being very adamant about things like consent. He wouldn't be into the idea of roleplaying those scenarios either.
⏾ : With how much he loves praising you, he wouldn’t be a fan of degrading you. He doesn’t find it very romantic, and the romantic aspect of sex is his favorite part. He wouldn’t mind you talking down on him a bit to show dominance, but he wouldn’t want to be insulted or made to feel bad. This goes for things like discipline, too; he doesn’t like the idea of “punishing” you, even if it’s consensual roleplay.
⏾ : He’s quite a gentle lover and doesn’t like hurting you or being hurt; it’s not very appealing to him. He draws the line at anything beyond light spanking and rough hair pulling.
⏾ : He’s very vocal during sex and is not ashamed of it at all. Most of the time, it’s a lot of moaning and whimpering from him, especially when he’s being edged or overstimulated. He couldn’t be quiet if he wanted to.
⏾ : Most of the dirty talk that comes from him is in the form of praise; it’s what he likes to hear from you as well. He’s not always sure exactly what to say in the beginning, so he usually leaves it to you, but once he gets into it, he can’t keep his mouth shut. He’s definitely a talker.
⏾ : When he comes, it’s usually a lot, and he’ll do it wherever you want it, though he doesn’t prefer coming inside of you because he doesn’t like it to go to waste. It also just feels a lot more intimate.
⏾ : Xenophilius loves aftercare and is the best at it. Sometimes the aftercare is better than the sex itself.
⏾ : If you want help cleaning up, he’s always more than happy to help. He knows he could probably just use a spell, but he prefers to do it himself because it feels more intimate. If you want him to join you in the bath or shower, he’ll always be willing to.
⏾ : He always makes sure you’re staying hydrated and makes you drink plenty of water after. He also makes you chamomile or lavender tea to help you relax, and will bring you a snack with it if you’d like.
⏾ : He’ll cuddle you for hours afterwards, telling you how much he loves you, how good you did, etc., while kissing you all over. He’s a bit of a night owl, so he’ll be able to stay up for hours with you, just cuddling and talking, and usually won’t go to sleep until you do. When he does finally fall asleep, he holds you close to him in his sleep for the rest of the night.
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Pairing: Newt Scamander x Female Reader
Summary: Newt surprises you on Christmas morning with a sweet engagement and a gorgeous ring!
Warnings/Tags: None/SFW!
Word Count: 1.2K
Author’s Note: This fic is reposted and I originally posted it closer to Christmas.
Christmas morning, you woke up beside your boyfriend as usual, his arms tightly wrapped around you and his face buried in the crook of your neck. You smiled to yourself at the sight of him fast asleep in your matching Christmas pajamas. You gently ran your fingers through his messy hair, intentionally waking him up as you did so. “Merry Christmas, Newt,” you said softly.
Newt looked up at you with a small smile on his lips, not making much eye contact with you, which was typical of him, but taking in your appearance. He couldn’t help but acknowledge how pretty you looked, even first thing in the morning, with no makeup and your hair all messy. “Good morning, beautiful. Merry Christmas,” he replied, giving you a gentle kiss on the cheek. “Did you sleep all right?”
You nodded in response. “I did; would’ve slept even better if you weren’t crushing me,” you said, teasing him for the way he would lie on top of you while you slept.
He chuckled and loosened his grip on you, mumbling apologies. “Sorry, love, can’t help it; it’s how I like to sleep when I’m with you,” he said, his voice still groggy with sleep.
After a while of embracing one another, Newt reluctantly pulled away from you, sitting up as he stretched and yawned. You sat up as well, watching him with a small smile on your face. "We should probably get up. I still need to make breakfast, and I really want to open presents," you said.
Newt’s face lit up at the mention of presents. He had kept his gift to you hidden for a while, as he wasn’t quite sure when it would be a good day to give it to you, but today felt perfect for it. “Oh yes, that’s right, presents. Speaking of presents, I have something I’d like to give you now,” he said, a nervous expression on his face as he searched his nightstand drawers, hoping he didn’t accidentally misplace it or worse, have it stolen by that niffler of his.
“Ah, here it is,” he said once he finally found the small black velvet box, hiding it behind his back so you couldn’t see it. “Don’t think of it as a Christmas gift, love, but more like a gift you happen to be receiving on Christmas.”
You let out a small giggle at that. “Alright, whatever that’s supposed to mean,” you replied, waiting for him to reveal what he wanted to give to you.
He hesitated for a moment, gathering the courage to say what he had been practicing in his head for months and even rehearsing with the help of Jacob. It felt so much more nerve-racking now that he was in the moment. He took a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves before he spoke. “I know we’ve been together for quite some time now, love. Two years, to be exact,” he began, bouncing his leg nervously as he spoke.
You had a feeling about what this could be, but you didn’t want to interrupt him or start jumping to conclusions, but seeing him getting so nervous over a gift kind of gave things away. No one would get this worked up over a gift.
Newt already struggled enough with things like eye contact, but right now, he was too nervous to look at you as a whole. His hands still clutched tightly onto the velvet box behind his back as he stared down at the mattress. “And during these two years, I've come to love you more than I ever thought possible. You’re everything I could have ever asked for and more, and I just can’t imagine a life without you,” he said, his voice getting more and more shaky as he got closer to asking the big question.
“I would be utterly lost without you, which I am not just saying as a romantic gesture. You truly are everything to me, without a doubt, and I want to spend the rest of our days together.” His hands started shaking slightly as he brought the box into view, opening it to reveal the ring inside. “(Y/n), will you please marry me?” He asked, getting a bit choked up.
You couldn’t find the words to express how overjoyed you were. “Oh, Newt, of course I’ll marry you!” You said, excitedly, as you threw your arms around him, nearly knocking him off the bed in the process.
Newt smiled widely and hugged you back, pressing a gentle kiss on your cheek. He then pulled back and grabbed your left hand in his. He carefully took the ring out of the box and slid it onto your ring finger. “Thank goodness it fits,” he said, sounding relieved. “It looks perfect on you, love,” he said, admiring the way the ring sparkled on your finger. “Do you like it?” He asked, looking at you longingly,
“I love it, Newt; it’s beautiful,” you said, bringing your hand closer to you to get a better look at the diamond and all of the intricate designs carved into the silver band.
He took your hand once again, held it up to his lips, and kissed it. “I’m glad you like it. I commissioned it a while ago because I wanted it to be unique and special. I’m relieved to see it fits. I didn’t actually know your ring size. I took a very lucky guess. I probably should’ve just asked now that I think about it, but it’s fine since it all worked out.”
“Don’t overthink it, dear. I love the ring, and I love you,” you reassured him, giving his hand a gentle squeeze. “You really went above and beyond with this, getting it custom-made and everything.”
He let out a breath of air he didn’t realize he was holding in. “Right, right, you’re right. I do tend to overthink things a bit, don’t I?”
“You really do, but it’s kinda sweet; it shows you care about the things you do for me,” you replied, laughing softly and cupping his cheeks with your hands and leaning in to give him a peck on the lips.
“Of course I care about everything I do for you, especially something like this,” he said, looking at the ring on your finger again. “I’m so relieved you said yes.”
“You thought I’d say no?” You asked, a slight teasing tone in your voice. “Also, this explains why that little niffler of yours wouldn’t stop hanging around your nightstand. I couldn’t figure out what he wanted from there.”
“Uh, yeah, I was trying to keep him away from it, but you know how nifflers get when they see something they want. I’ve lost count of how many times he’s tried to steal something of yours,” he said with a sigh and shook his head.
“Speaking of nifflers trying to steal my things, I haven’t been able to find my earrings for weeks, the ones you got me for my birthday last year, and I think they’d look great with this ring,” you said, implying that he should check his niffler for them.
Newt let out another sigh. “I think you may be right about that, love. I’ll go give him a shake; I’m sure I’ll be able to get them back,” he said.
“Thanks, love, I appreciate it,” you laughed. “I’ll go get started on breakfast, and then we can open the rest of our gifts. I got you some things I think you’ll really like.”
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⏾ : Christmas Proposal (SFW)
Pairing: Newt Scamander x Female Reader
Summary: Newt surprises you on Christmas morning with a sweet engagement and a gorgeous ring!
⏾ : A Little Guidance (NSFW)
Pairing: Newt Scamander x Female Reader
Summary: Newt's nervous about having his first time with you, so you decide to give him a bit of guidance.
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⏾ : Severus is very different around you than he is with others. Sometimes it’s almost like he becomes a completely different person, but still himself. It often shocks people when they see the usually cold potions master being affectionate with a woman and seeming to be happy. Some wonder how he even managed to find a woman who actually likes him, but they just don’t know him the way you do.
⏾ : He isn’t the type to get attached easily or let just anyone in. He’s been through a lot and been hurt by people throughout his life, which has led to him being pretty closed off and not trusting easily, but that only makes your relationship feel so much more special. It’s a reassurance that he truly does love you and means everything he says.
⏾ : He hates the concept of short-term relationships and casual dating. He won't date someone on a whim. It needs to start as a platonic relationship that slowly grows into a romantic one, and he needs things to be verbally made official.
⏾ : He’s always been the type to dislike physical touch while simultaneously being extremely touch-starved and in need of a lot of love and attention he wasn’t actually aware he needed. He definitely doesn’t like to be touched by strangers and people he isn’t close with.
⏾ : In the beginning of the relationship, he would tense whenever you’d run up to hug him and then awkwardly hug you back, unsure of how to navigate things. The same goes for things like kissing as well. As he gets more comfortable with you, he’ll start to instantly melt into any physical affection given to him and will also initiate it more often.
⏾ : He is not a fan of extreme PDA at all, not because he’s ashamed to be seen with you, but because he’s always found it weird to see other couples be all touchy with one another in public, and doesn’t want to be one of those couples that makes things feel awkward for others. Also, the thought of someone watching the two of you do anything more than hand-holding and little kisses on the cheek makes him a bit uncomfortable. It’s to be expected, though, you can’t expect someone who always disliked physical touch from others to want to do something like make out in public.
⏾ : He’s especially grown to love having you touch his hair, whether it be running your fingers through it, brushing and styling it, or just toying with a random strand of it. He wouldn’t mind some head scratches either and would allow you to wash it whenever you decide to join him in the shower, as long as you promise not to get soap in his eyes.
⏾ : He’ll never turn down any sort of shoulder or back rubs, especially after a long day of standing and teaching. He also has bad posture after sitting at his desk for a while, which doesn’t help with his back pain at all. He’ll start out sitting up straight, but after about two or three hours, he starts to look like a shrimp.
⏾ : He loves your stomach, which sounds odd, but to him it makes sense. One of his favorite positions to cuddle is him resting his head on your stomach with his arms wrapped around you, kissing your belly, while you lie back and play with his hair. He also really likes your thighs since cuddling in this position usually leads to you holding him in place with your thighs and wrapping your legs around him.
⏾ : Severus has always liked his alone time and prefers to stick to himself, so it was a bit surprising to see how much he enjoys your company. He loves spending quality time with you, even if it’s just sitting in silence. You're the rare company that he doesn't mind having around.
⏾ : He’s always enjoyed reading and has quite a large collection of books, both on potions and magic, as well as some classic literature. He’ll allow you to lie in his lap while he holds a book in one hand and uses his other to caress you. If you ask him to read aloud to you, he will, often soothing you to sleep in the process with his voice and gentle touches.
⏾ : Dates with Severus are pretty simple but sweet, usually being indoors since he’s not one to get out much. He doesn’t mind cooking dinner and staying in to spend quality time.
⏾ : He doesn’t mind going out for dates on occasion, though, especially dinner dates for days that may be special for you, like anniversaries and birthdays. He won't deny that he loves seeing you get all dressed up. He’ll always find a way to end up paying, even if you insist on splitting the bill or paying fully. The rare exception would be if you’re taking him out for his birthday, and it’s like a gift to him.
⏾ : He has a way with words when he wants to, mostly due to his large vocabulary, a lot of which comes from how much he likes to read. He manages to make the most mundane things, like “You're pretty" or "Your perfume smells nice,” seem so much more interesting and exciting. You’ll never have to feel ugly or insecure around that man.
⏾ : Just like how he prefers to be alone and not spend much time with people, he’s the same way with his personal space. He’s always been particular about the way things are decorated and set up, and likes his belongings to remain untouched so he knows where everything is at all times, so moving in together is a way bigger decision for him than it would be for most people. He’s not big on the idea of sharing his bed, room, house, etc. with someone else daily/long-term unless he’s truly comfortable with them and things are serious. It’s something that will be discussed thoroughly and with boundaries ahead of time. Once you move in, though, he is more than happy to be sharing a space with the one he loves.
⏾ : He’s not bad to live with at all, though. He cleans up after himself pretty well and is always willing to help around the house, mostly due to how particular he is about the state of his space, but also because he doesn’t like the idea of you overworking yourself when it comes to housework.
⏾ : Speaking of being overworked, he tends to spend the whole day cooped up in his office without even realizing it, and when you point it out, he tends not to see the issue with it. Encouraging him to put down the quill and spend time with you is a must; despite him seeming not to know when to take a break, he seems to be quite good at reminding you when you need to. He would really benefit from taking his own advice.
⏾ : Topics like marriage are kind of tricky for him. He doesn’t hate the idea of it; in fact, it would work well for him, considering the fact that when Severus has love for someone, he truly means it. He also only dates with the intention of being in a relationship that’s as serious as possible, but it would definitely take some time for him to ask/want to be asked since he’s fully aware of how serious something like marriage is. He also knows it would be humiliating if you rejected his proposal, so the fear of that may contribute to him waiting a bit longer as well.
⏾ : It’s also important to keep in mind that he didn’t exactly have the best example of a happy relationship or marriage growing up. He can’t stand the thought of being in a marriage like his parents were in, not that he would ever treat you the way his father treated him and his mother, or be with someone who’d treat him like that, but it’s still something that weighs heavily on his mind.
⏾ : When he does eventually get around to proposing, he’d consider proposing with his mother’s old engagement ring or wedding ring if you are okay with it; of course, he’ll get it polished and resized to fit you beforehand if needed. If you wanted to repurpose the gems into a new ring, he’d be a bit hesitant about it at first, but eventually decide that he’s alright with it. It may sound strange considering it’s known that his parents didn’t have the best marriage, but he sees it as giving the ring that may not have the best memories attached to it a new meaning and a chance to serve its purpose.
⏾ : Another complicated topic for Severus would be having a family. It’s one of those things that he isn’t inherently against, but thinking about it makes his nerves shot. It’s definitely something you’d be the one to bring up, not him.
⏾ : It’s not that he isn’t capable of being a good father, but that he’s terrified of not being one. He didn’t exactly have a good father figure growing up, which makes things harder for him. He doesn’t want to be anything like his father, and though he knows he never would be, the idea still scares him. Having children is one of those things that he worries about and doubts like crazy, but once it becomes a reality, he realizes he is more than capable, especially with the help. He’d want to be fully settled down first, obviously.
⏾ : Thank Merlin, you’re with someone who’s an expert in potions; it will make the whole pregnancy thing (if you choose to have kids that way) so much easier. It actually makes life in general so much easier because that man has a potion for anything. It wouldn’t surprise you if he were able to whip something up on a whim with the spices in the kitchen. He will take such good care of you, too, because he can’t stand to see you in any sort of discomfort.
⏾ : He’s alright at communicating his wants and needs, especially as he gets more comfortable with you. He tries to be open when he can, though it can take him a little bit to open up about his past. If you’re open about yourself with him, it does help him feel more comfortable with you. He appreciates someone who’s understanding and supportive.
⏾ : He doesn’t like to argue (who does?) and usually refuses to let it happen. Not only does he hate seeing you in any sort of distress, but he doesn’t want to be the reason for it either. The concept of fighting with a romantic partner also brings up a lot of unpleasant memories. If you’re ever in a situation where you can’t seem to talk about things calmly or just are not ready to, he’ll kiss you on the forehead and say, "We'll talk about it when you’re ready,” and then proceed to give you space or sit in silence with you if you still want affection and company.
⏾ : In general, Severus tends to worry about your mental well-being, so if he can give you a potion to help you calm down or relax, he’ll do that too.
⏾ : Severus has only ever loved one other woman, and we all know how that ended for him, so he tends to be a bit protective of you. He’s not overbearing, extremely jealous, or toxic; he's just a little bit of a worrier. His worries don’t come from things you might do, but from fears of things that could happen to you. Though, due to some of his personal insecurities, he does sometimes question why you’re with him, which has made him wonder when you’ll “come to your senses.”
NSFW Headcanons
⏾ : Severus didn’t have much sexual experience before you, if any at all, which caused him to feel nervous that he wouldn’t be able to make you feel good, but fortunately for both of you, he's a quick learner and good at reading people. Legilimency has also made figuring out what you want very easy.
⏾ : For him, sex is pointless without the intimacy, and he wouldn’t have much interest in it if it weren’t for the intimacy. He’s never been the type to like things like hookups or flings, and he honestly doesn’t quite understand it. This would apply to things like pornography as well; he just doesn’t understand sex without intimacy. It will take him a bit to get used to being romantic with someone, but he does find a lot of pleasure in it.
⏾ : Before getting with you, his sex drive was kind of low, not having much desire for sex outside of a relationship, but once he got with you, his drive started to match yours. In the beginning, you had to initiate things, but after a bit of time, he got more comfortable and learned when he should initiate things himself.
⏾ : It really doesn’t take much to get him going. Just knowing you’re in the mood is enough to get him in the mood as well. When he sees that look on your face, he knows to take you straight to the bedroom. Small things like gentle touches and kisses on his neck and jawline are also a massive turn-on for him. He also seems to think seeing you fresh out of the shower, wrapped in a towel with wet hair, is the hottest thing ever.
⏾ : In general, he’s a very serious person, so that would also be the case when it comes to intimacy. After he’s gotten more comfortable with you, he’d be open to a bit more teasing and playfulness from you in the moments leading up, but you won’t get much of that from him.
⏾ : He’s a bit of a tease, not always intentionally, though. He likes spending a lot of time on things like foreplay, which can often lead to you feeling like he’s trying to drag things out to make you more needy. He does find your reaction to it entertaining, and seeing you need him so badly and beg for him makes him feel wanted.
⏾ : He prefers private, safe spaces where he knows for certain no one else will be able to see or hear you. He loves soundproofing spells for this reason. Expect most sex to take place in the bedroom, but he doesn’t mind occasionally doing it in the shower or in the living room if you both live alone.
⏾ : Though basic, he finds missionary the most comfortable position to be in when he’s the more dominant one. Also, he gets to see your face, which he likes, and is able to lean down and capture your lips in a kiss.
⏾ : Honestly, any position where you’re on top of him and being more dominant is extremely attractive to him. He loves having you ride him while he’s able to lie back and enjoy the show you’re giving him while gripping your hips and guiding you up and down on his cock.
⏾ : He enjoys being able to cuddle you from behind, giving you gentle kisses on your neck and shoulder while he hugs you tightly and fucks you from behind.
⏾ : He is a total slut for grinding, enjoying it way more than the average person. With or without clothes, he loves it. His favorite position is you sitting on his lap while he lies back and watches you get yourself off by grinding against his crotch. It makes him cum so fast that he’s a little embarrassed about it. He likes it when you start with lots of gentle kisses and touching before you actually start grinding. He’ll also let you ride his thigh whenever you want.
⏾ : His pace usually depends on his mood, when the last time you had sex was, etc. Sometimes he’s very pent up and needs to get it out of his system; those will be the times when he has you pinned down with your legs in the air while he roughly slams into you with hard, fast, and sloppy thrusts, but most of the time his pace is fairly normal and very sensual.
⏾ : He can usually get two rounds in before he starts feeling worn out and tired, sometimes more if one or both of you are feeling extra needy. If you decide to shower together after, there will most likely be another round because he can't resist seeing you like that. He does need more time than most to recharge in between… but maybe he has a potion for that.
⏾ : He adores being between your legs and eating you out. Everything from the way you taste to the way you react is enjoyable for him. Also, the way you squeeze his head with your thighs is oddly comforting for him.
⏾ : He likes receiving oral from you, too, not as much as he likes giving, but he still enjoys it. When you’re giving him a blowjob, he’s never rough with you; he won’t force your head down to make you gag/choke or cause any sort of discomfort, but instead will gently run his fingers through/over your hair while telling you what feels good.
⏾ : Severus has a bit of a praise kink. He appreciates when you tell him how good he’s making you feel, as well as compliment him and the way he looks. Compliments aren’t something he’s used to receiving, and he is often unsure how to react to them, but he still loves them. He doesn’t just like to receive praise, though; he also likes to give it to you. Although he may not seem like the type to dish out compliments and praise, he can’t help but say every single one that pops into his head when he sees you. He wants to make sure you know how good you make him feel, how pretty you look, etc.
⏾ : He doesn’t own any toys of his own and can’t really imagine using one on himself, but he isn’t opposed to them and would be willing to try out some beginner ones, with your assistance, of course. (I need to peg this man immediately!)
⏾ : He’s watched you use them on yourself before, and it was clear you were enjoying yourself and having a nice time, which he really liked to see.
⏾ : He’d not be against the idea of enchanting something for you to have when he’s not around. Things can get quite boring and lonely when you're at home while he’s at Hogwarts teaching.
⏾ : Occasionally, potions make their way into the bedroom, too. He’s not really the type to want to bring magic into sex, but if you insist, he’s not opposed to it. All things are in moderation, though, and he makes sure to be extra careful with things.
⏾ : All I will say is… Legilimency has led to some heated encounters on several occasions.
⏾ : Inflicting any sort of intense physical pain on you would be a big no from him. He already doesn’t like seeing you in discomfort from things like being sick or period cramps, so he’d hate to see you in pain, let alone be the one inflicting it on you. He wouldn’t mind a bit of roughness here and there and would be okay with some spanking if you insisted on it, but only if it was 100% consensual and thoroughly discussed beforehand with established safewords. He’d not want to do it hard enough to leave something like a bruise or lasting mark aside from a bit of redness, but he won’t deny it’s sometimes nice to see you bent over his knee.
⏾ : He’d not want any intense pain inflicted on him either, but under certain circumstances, would be alright with you trying out some rougher kinks on him, but once again, would want to thoroughly discuss it beforehand. He really does enjoy seeing you be rougher and in control.
⏾ : This honestly goes without being said since he doesn’t like hurting you, but he'd never want to do anything nonconsensual to you or have it be done to him. He’s not the type of person who would even want to roleplay something like that, especially since he’s the type to always be repeatedly asking, “Is this okay?” “Can I do this?” “How does that feel?” While also reminding you that you can stop at any time.
⏾ : Even thinking about being watched or having risky public sex makes him feel uncomfortable. It took him enough time to get comfortable with you, his own partner, seeing him naked, so why would he want to risk being caught in that state or willingly let someone watch? Plus, he doesn’t really like the idea of someone else getting to see you in such an intimate way, either, especially since he isn’t sure what they’d want to do to you. He’s a little protective of you, not in a controlling way, but in a “I love this woman so much I need to keep her safe at all costs" way.
⏾ : Quickies aren’t his favorite, because he feels they lack intimacy, but he isn't completely against them either. If you’re in desperate need of getting off and can’t wait any longer, and it’s the best he can do for you at the moment, he will. He’ll want to make up for the lack of intimacy later, though, by giving you a lot of affection and having more “proper” sex.
⏾ : Masturbating isn’t something he does that frequently, because, back to the whole intimacy thing, he feels it lacks it (he doesn’t exactly love himself very much). Of course, he still does it from time to time, usually in the shower because it allows for quick and easy cleanup. Now that you’re together, he mostly just relies on you, and that’s enough for him, and when he does masturbate, it’s only to the thought of you.
⏾ : Usually, he comes inside of you without much thought because it makes the most sense to him. He is aware of the risk of pregnancy, but this is under the assumption that you are using some sort of birth control or potion to prevent any unwanted surprises. If you request that he pull out, he likes to come on your belly or thighs because, as mentioned earlier, he loves your thighs and tummy.
⏾ : Severus is not very loud or vocal. Most of the sounds he makes are just heavy breathing, small gasps, and hitches of breath. He feels a bit awkward when it comes to being vocal, but if you make him feel good and comfortable enough, you can get him to make more noise through some low groans and moans, and even the occasional whimper. He usually just prefers to listen to the noises you make, though.
⏾ : He’s never paid much attention to the way his body hair looked, especially his pubic hair. He doesn’t have any aversions to body hair, though, so he doesn’t mind having it or seeing it on you. The only reason he trims it is that he assumes that’s what you want, but if it weren’t for you, he’d probably just leave it as is.
⏾ : Severus might not come off as the most affectionate person to most, but that’s just because he always has his guard up around others. When it comes to you, you’re in good hands, and he’s very affectionate and loving.
⏾ : He does everything he’s supposed to when it comes to aftercare. He checks in on how you’re feeling, helps clean you up, gets you water or tea, and then, of course, is physically affectionate, usually spooning you or resting his head on your belly. If you happen to be a bit sore after sex that may have been a bit rougher than usual, he’ll take the time to massage you or give you something to help.
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Summary: You wake up beside Remus after only establishing your relationship the night prior, but you both can't help but want to take things to the next level.
Warnings/Content: NSFW! Oral (reader receiving), fingering, p in v sex // Post-Marauders Era!
You slowly opened your eyes, adjusting to the morning sunlight that peeked through the curtains. Remus was still asleep beside you, his mouth slightly open, a steady stream of soft snores escaping him. He lay sprawled across the bed, taking up more space than he should for his size, leaving little space for you. It was a bit annoying, but you still couldn’t help but smile at his sleeping form. You shifted closer to him, trying not to wake him up, as you wrapped your arms around him and kissed his cheek.
He stirred in his sleep, feeling the shift in the bed and the brush of your lips against his cheek. He let out a small grunt as he woke up, slowly opening his eyes and adjusting the light in the room. “Good morning, beautiful,” he mumbled, his voice groggy from being asleep. He rolled over to face you, a smile forming on his lips as he looked at you and reached out, placing his hand on your cheek and gently caressing you.
You let out a small laugh and leaned into his touch, finding comfort in the way his fingers brushed against your skin. “Good morning, Remus,” you spoke softly. “I was trying not to wake you up, sorry.”
“It’s alright, I don’t mind being woken up early if it’s by you,” he said. “Did you sleep well?” He asked, gently stroking your cheek.
“I slept alright; would've been better if you didn’t hog the whole bed last night,” you teased, referring to how much he had spread out in his sleep.
Remus chuckled softly at your words. “I didn’t realize I was taking up so much space. I’m sorry, love,” he replied, pulling you closer so he could cuddle you under the covers.
“It’s fine, just don’t move so far away from me next time,” you mumbled, resting your head on his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat.
“I’ll be more mindful in the future,” he replied as his fingers gently traced along your skin, going over every contour of your body.
After a few moments of comfortable silence, he spoke up again. “So you’re still fine with this? Us, I mean,” he asked.
You understood his concern and why he needed reassurance. “Of course, I’m fine with it. If I were having second thoughts, I wouldn’t have woken you up so affectionately,” you assured him, planting another kiss on his cheek.
“That’s good, love. I was a bit worried you would change your mind,” he said, reaching up to tuck your hair behind your ear. “It’s been some time since I’ve had something like this with someone,” he continued.
“Tell me about it,” you replied. “I can’t remember the last time I’ve let someone get this close to me, and if I’m being honest, I don’t think I’ve ever had a romantic connection that actually meant anything serious, which is quite embarrassing to admit at our age now that I think about it.”
“Yeah, I get what you mean. It’s been a while for me, too. The werewolf thing has always been a turn-off for people. But, I understand, it’s probably not the most appealing thing for a man to be,” he said, sounding casual as if it were nothing. He was probably used to it by now, but it still made you feel bad.
You propped yourself up on your elbows to look down at him. “It’s not a turn-off for me,” you said. “I mean, I could see how it could throw someone off on a first date if they haven’t had the chance to get to know you, but it wasn’t a problem when we were friends, so why would it be a problem now? It’s not like it’s your fault anyway.”
Remus smiled as he listened to your words. “And that’s one of the many reasons I love you,” he said, pulling you back to him, spooning you as he kissed the top of your head.
You snuggled closer to him, feeling the soft brush of his lips against your head. “I love you too, Remus. You make me feel so loved, which is something I’m not really used to,” you said, closing your eyes and basking in the feeling of his warmth and closeness.
His hands moved around your waist, pulling you closer, as he continued planting gentle kisses on your neck and shoulder. “You deserve to feel loved,” he said, his hands grazing your back. He broke his trail of kisses, wanting to ask your permission to take things further. “Can I touch you more?”
You nodded in response, your heart racing as your interaction with him became more intimate. “Just be gentle, please; it’s been a while since I’ve done anything like this.”
“Of course, I’d never do anything to hurt or make you uncomfortable, love,” he promised as he gently kissed down your neck, his hands still on your waist but slowly moving to the hem of your shirt. “Is this okay?” He asked.
You hummed in approval. “Yeah, it’s fine,” you said, allowing his hands to slide your shirt, the feeling of his fingers on your skin sending a shiver down your spine.
His hands were warm as he explored your skin, causing goosebumps to rise wherever he touched. His hands moved to your stomach, tracing the soft curves before sliding up to your chest. “Still okay?” He asked again, trying to make you feel as comfortable as possible.
You nodded, moaning softly as he groped your breasts, his fingers grazing over your nipples, sending waves of pleasure through you. He took seeing the effect it had on you as a sign to continue. “Remus,” you gasped, arching your back slightly, pressing your backside against his already growing bulge.
His hands, still under your shirt, moved to slide it off of you, tossing it to the side. He sat up a bit, taking a moment to look at you, taking in the sight of your topless figure. “You’re beautiful, love,” he said.
You blushed at his words, feeling a bit self-conscious, but his compliment made you feel a bit more at ease. “Thanks,” you replied, sitting up to face him. You reached for the hem of his shirt, wanting to return the favor. “You’re still a bit overdressed,” you said, giving him a small smirk as you pulled his shirt off.
Remus's body was average in build, with a dusting of fine dark hair across his chest that trailed down his stomach and disappeared beneath the waistband of his pants. He wasn't overly muscular, but he wasn't weak either, and his body bore a few light-colored scars. You still found him attractive, more attractive than he ever found himself. You ran your hands across his chest, feeling the slightly coarse hair beneath your fingers. "You're handsome, Remus," you murmured, enjoying the feel of his skin under your fingertips.
He laughed softly, not used to receiving compliments on his appearance. "Thanks, love," he replied, his hands moving to rest on your waist. He leaned in, capturing your lips in a soft kiss, his hands pulling you closer. You immediately responded to the kiss by wrapping your arms around his neck, deepening it as he pushed your back against the mattress.
Remus settled between your legs, his hips grinding against yours as he continued to kiss you. The feeling of his hardening cock through his pajama bottoms caused you to let out a soft moan against his lips. He broke the kiss, looking down at you with hooded eyes. "You make such pretty noises, love," he said, gently starting to grind against you.
You softly moaned his name as the feeling of pleasure continued to build, causing you to lift your hips off the bed and wrap your legs around his waist, wanting closer contact as you pressed yourself against his bulge. “I got you, love; be patient,” he assured you as he moved down to your neck, sucking and biting at your skin in ways that would surely leave marks.
The sensation of his mouth on your neck caused your head to tilt back, exposing more of your skin for him to explore. Remus continued to leave love bites along your neck. You couldn’t focus on much with the way he was trailing his mouth down your body, kissing your collarbone, then your breasts. His hands, which were still on your waist, moved up to cup your breasts, squeezing them gently as he flicked his tongue over your nipple, sucking and teasing it with his tongue, causing you to gasp and grip the sheets beneath you.
“Please, Remus, I don’t think I can wait much longer,” you said, your hands making their way to the waistband of his pants, attempting to untie the drawstring holding them up.
Remus pulled away, his hands immediately going to yours, holding them in place. “Really? We've only just gotten started,” he teased. “I’ll take care of you, love; just let me take my time. It’ll make things more enjoyable, I promise.”
He continued to kiss your body, his mouth making its way down your abdomen, peppering you with soft kisses. After what felt like an eternity of being needy, he finally reached the waistband of his pants. He looked up at you, wanting to make sure you were still alright with this. “You want me to continue?” He asked as he hooked his fingers under the waistband, getting ready to pull them down. He already knew what your answer would be, but would take any opportunity to drag things out and make you beg.
You could hardly form a coherent sentence with the way he was touching you, so you simply nodded, biting down on your lower lip in anticipation. Remus chuckled at your expression as he started to slide off your pants, taking your underwear with them, exposing you completely. The feeling of the cool air on your already sensitive body made you squirm a bit, feeling needy as ever.
Remus stared at your naked body for a moment, taking in the sight of your figure. Every inch of you was gorgeous to him, and he wanted nothing more than to feel and taste all of you. “You’re beautiful, love,” he murmured before lowering his head between your legs.
You gasped as his mouth came into contact with your clit, his tongue immediately running over it. Your hands immediately made their way into his soft hair, grasping at his locks and pushing him down further. He groaned against you as he thrust his hips against the mattress, trying to get any sort of relief for himself, but his focus was still mostly on you and making you feel good. Remus started to lick you in steady, even strokes, taking in more of your taste. He could feel your legs shake slightly as he continued, feeling how needy you were, and he was enjoying every moment of watching you fall apart.
You moaned louder, your grip on his hair tightening as your thighs put him in a headlock. It had been a long time since either of you had been intimate with another person, and it was the first time Remus had seen someone react so intensely to pleasure.
He continued to lick and suck at your clit, adding two of his fingers to the mix as he slid them inside you. Your hands immediately moved to grip his shoulders, your nails digging into his flesh and leaving several red marks. You couldn’t even keep your eyes open, squeezing them shut as your head fell back onto the pillows. “Oh, Remus,” you cried out, rolling your hips against his mouth, unable to hold back your sounds of pleasure.
Remus groaned at your sounds, loving the way you said his name with so much need and pleasure. He could tell you were about to finish, judging by the way you were clenching around his fingers and grinding your hips against his mouth with more force. He doubled his efforts, picking the pace up, which made you feel the pleasure build more and more. “I’m so close, please, don’t stop,” you managed to moan out, your voice going higher in pitch.
He curled his fingers, hitting the spot he knew would send you over the edge, and continued to work his tongue against your clit, feeling the way you trembled beneath him. In just a few more seconds, you came with a loud cry, your body shaking violently beneath him. Remus continued to make sure you rode out your orgasm with his mouth, helping you come down from your high. After your breathing returned to somewhat normal, he pulled away from you, looking down at you with heavy-lidded eyes. “How was that?”
You were still trembling slightly as you met Remus's gaze with a satisfied smile on your face. "Amazing," you managed to say breathlessly, your chest still rising and falling rapidly as you tried to calm down.
Remus grinned, proud of himself for making you feel so good. "I'm glad you enjoyed it," he replied, moving up to lie next to you and pulling you into his arms. “Just relax for a bit, and you can decide if you’d like to keep going.”
You snuggled into his chest, feeling a bit exhausted from the intense pleasure Remus had given you. “Just give me a minute to catch my breath,” you murmured, wrapping your arms around him and burying your face in his neck. “But we’re definitely not finished.”
He chuckled softly, holding you close and running his hand up and down your back. “Take as long as you need,” he reassured you, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. He was in no rush to move forward if you weren’t ready and knew he could always take care of himself if he needed to.
After a few more minutes of resting in Remus’s arms as he comforted you, you finally felt your heart rate return to normal. You lifted your head from his chest, looking up at him with that same needy expression on your face. “I’m good,” you murmured, your hands reaching for the waistband of his pants. “Take these off.”
Remus raised an eyebrow at your demanding tone but was more than happy to oblige. He sat up a bit, allowing you to pull down his pants along with his underwear, revealing his hard length. “Happy now, love?” He asked, a small smirk on his face.
“Very,” you replied, reaching out to grip him in your hand, giving a few gentle strokes. Remus let out a soft moan at the feeling of your hand on him, his hips involuntarily thrusting into your grip. “You’re almost as needy as I am,” you teased, loving the expressions you were drawing from him.
After a few more moments of you working on him with your hands, he couldn’t take it any longer. He pulled away from your grip, moving to position himself between your legs. He leaned down, capturing your lips in a heated kiss as he held himself above you. His hands cupped your face, his fingers tangling in your hair as he deepened the kiss. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer as you eagerly kissed him back.
His hands moved down to grip your waist, holding you in place as he ground his hips against yours, the tip of his cock pressing against your entrance. Remus broke the kiss to look down at you, his eyes filled with desire as he waited for your consent. “Ready, love?” He asked, still holding back despite his desperate need to be inside of you.
Your body was practically buzzing with need and excitement as you nodded eagerly, looking up at him with that needy expression that he loved.
He needed no further encouragement. He leaned down to capture your lips in another sweet kiss and didn’t waste any time as he eased himself inside of you. You gasped at the feeling of him filling you up, gripping his shoulders, and arching slightly to press yourself against him. He took a moment to let you adjust to his size before starting a gentle, steady pace. You were still wet from earlier, making things a lot easier and more comfortable for both of you.
Remus buried his face in the crook of your neck, breathing in your scent as he continued to thrust into you with that same gentle rhythm. “You feel so good around me, love,” he groaned against your skin, his hands gripping your waist tighter as he tried to control himself.
Your grip on his shoulders only tightened as he continued to move inside of you, the sensation sending waves of pleasure through your body. You moaned, rolling your hips to meet his thrusts. His pace was gentle and loving, but not enough for you. “Remus,” you panted, your voice coming out in short breaths as you tried to keep yourself together. “Please, don’t hold back.”
He pulled away from your neck to look down at you, a slight smirk on his face as he saw how needy you were. “So impatient,” he murmured, but he was growing more desperate himself, so he didn’t mind picking up the pace. His hands moved down to grab your thighs, pushing your legs up and allowing him to go even deeper. He picked up the pace of his thrusts, moving faster and more recklessly.
The sudden change in pace caused your head to fall back on the pillows, your mouth falling open as moans continued to spill past your lips. Your hands move to grasp the bedsheets as you try your best to brace yourself. Remus’s hands were gripping your thighs, his nails digging into your skin as he kept you in place, his hips snapping against yours as he lost all control and gave into his desires, making sure to also give you everything you needed.
Your mind was consumed with pleasure, your head too clouded to form words, and all you could do was moan and gasp as the pleasure built within you. With each thrust, he brought you closer to the edge. His own moans and grunts filled the room, his grip on your thighs tightening as he felt himself near his own release as well.
Your whole body convulsed and shook beneath him, your back arching off the bed as you let out a loud string of moans, calling out his name. He continued to thrust into you, prolonging your orgasm, not wanting to stop as you clenched around him. He could feel himself getting closer and closer to his release, his movements becoming more sloppy and desperate. Your moans grew louder and more frequent, your body oversensitive from the constant stimulation. “Remus,” you panted, your voice cracking as you tried to speak. “I don’t think I can take much more.”
Your voice sent him over the edge. It only took a few more uneven thrusts before he came with a deep groan, burying himself deep inside you and riding out his orgasm. His hands released your thighs, and his arms gave out, causing him to collapse on top of you, burying his face in your chest. The two of you stayed like that for a while, trying to catch your breath and come down from your highs.
Remus eventually lifted his head, a small smile on his face as he looked down at you. “You doing alright, love?” He asked, gently caressing your cheek.
You could only manage a soft nod in response, your chest still rising and falling from your labored breathing. You were completely spent, feeling boneless as you lay there beneath him. Remus propped himself up on his elbows, still hovering above you, his hands gently smoothing your hair back from your face. “You did so well,” he murmured, his thumb tracing over your cheek.
You let out a soft laugh. “So did you, my dear,” you replied, still feeling a bit too tired to move. Remus leaned down to capture your lips in a soft kiss, the complete opposite of the heated kisses you shared earlier. This one was gentle and sweet, filled with all the feelings he had for you.
He pulled away, pressing his forehead against yours, his hands running up and down your sides in a soothing motion. “I love you, (Y/n); you know that, right?” He asked, his voice soft and quiet.
You opened your eyes to look up at him, a small smile making its way onto your face. “I love you too,” you replied, bringing your hand up to cup his cheek. Remus leaned into your touch, shutting his eyes for a moment, just enjoying the feeling of your hands on him.
Remus finally found the energy to get up. He leaned down to press a gentle kiss to your cheek before sitting up and running a hand through his messy hair, and reaching for his pajama pants that lay discarded on the ground. He stood up, putting on his pants and tying the drawstring, then turned back to you, still lying on the bed, looking completely spent. “Would you like water or something?” He asked, his hand reaching out to brush some stray hair off your face.
You managed to sit up, giving him a small nod. “Yeah, water would be nice,” you replied, your voice a bit worn out from the amount of noise you made earlier. Remus nodded, turning to head to the small kitchenette, leaving you alone in bed with your thoughts.
He returned after a few moments, carrying a glass of water and a small towel in his hands. He handed you the glass of water, which you gratefully accepted, finishing it in a few sips. Once you finished, he took the glass from you, placing it on the nightstand before sitting down beside you. He took the towel, gently wiping your face and body, taking his time to make sure you were cleaned up properly.
With that done, Remus tossed the towel somewhere to the side, figuring he’d worry about it later, and put his attention fully on you. He shifted to lie down on the bed next to you, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you against his chest. “I think you should get a bit more rest," he said, only earning a nod in response from you as you lay there, relaxed and wanting to go back to sleep.
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Pairing: Professor Remus Lupin x Female Professor Reader
Word Count: 3.82K+
Summary: Remus comforts you when he catches you, his fellow colleague and long-time friend, crying in the corridors of the castle in the middle of the night, in need of love and attention.
Warnings/Content: SFW! Friends-to-lovers, fluff, comfort, crying, mentions of reader being lonely and depressed // Post-Marauders Era
Kind, thoughtful, and intelligent were only a few of the words you’d use to describe Remus Lupin, and right now was no exception. You found that he always knew exactly what to say and how to say it in ways that made perfect sense to you. Sometimes you felt as if your friendship with Remus was the only thing keeping you sane, even when the world around you felt like it was crumbling into pieces, unable to be mended.
On nights like these, when your thoughts were screaming too loud for you to just ignore and sleep through, you often found yourself roaming the quiet castle, trying to ease your mind and distract yourself by daydreaming about the life you wished you had, which more often than not led you to tears.
You were lonely and had thought a job like this one would fix that. Being a professor would mean you had a social and interesting career that would keep you on your feet, and that it did, but it didn’t help in the way you hoped it would. Because even after interacting with students and other professors all day, you still ended the day with that same lonely feeling and that weird pit in your stomach that seemed to only grow worse as the days went on. Was it dread? The fear of being unwanted and missing out? Depression? You weren’t exactly sure what to classify it as; maybe it was a little bit of everything, but regardless of what it was, it left you feeling hollow and cold most nights.
Now, back to Remus, also a Hogwarts professor, specifically for the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, a subject that required a great deal of knowledge, bravery, and commitment to teach. Yet it seemed that no matter how hard they tried, they couldn’t seem to find someone who could make it through the entire year without issue.
Remus was a lot like you, often going on walks around the castle or campus grounds to clear his head, not caring about getting enough sleep to function the next day, in the moment, but always regretting it in the morning. He was making his regular rounds around the castle, sending the occasional student who was up and about the castle past curfew back to bed, but never writing them up or giving detentions. Remus wasn’t the type of teacher to administer punishments he deemed unnecessary to students, as he felt that if there was ever something truly a cause for concern, there was almost always a better way to address it instead of awkwardly sitting in an empty classroom in silence. Remus valued things like communication, but he also valued his time and would much rather give someone a firm talking-to than waste his time with a detention.
Suddenly, his train of thought was interrupted by the sound of someone weeping, the sounds of cries and sniffles echoing in the dark corridors of the castle. He went to follow the sound, and as you heard the sounds of footsteps, you slipped into a dark corner of the hallway to hide, not out of fear of getting in trouble, as the curfew rules didn’t apply to you as a professor; you just didn’t want to be seen when you felt so weak and emotional.
“Hey, are you alright?” He asked, kneeling beside you, placing one hand on your shoulder, and using the other to reach into his pocket. “Here,’ he said, handing you a wrapped piece of chocolate, typical Remus.
Your vision was blurred from your tears, but you knew it was no one other than Remus Lupin, not just because of his voice, but because only Remus would randomly hand someone a piece of chocolate in a stressful situation. You wiped your teary eyes and took the chocolate from him, knowing he’d probably feel rejected if you declined the offer. “Professor Lupin?” You spoke quietly through shaky breaths.
“Professor (Y/l/n),” he said back to you softly, his voice warm and comforting. He didn’t press closer but still stayed there on his knees, keeping one hand on your shoulder and resting the other on his leg for support. “You don’t have to speak on anything if you’re not ready, but I’d be lying if I said it didn’t hurt to see you like this.”
A small, sad smile tugged at his lips as he reached into his coat pocket once more, not for more chocolate but for a handkerchief, worn but clean, offering it without any hesitation. “Take your time, and anything you say, no one will have to know about,” he whispered. “This castle keeps its secrets well, and so do I.”
You took the handkerchief from Remus, not saying anything, only letting out little sniffles and whimpers as you wiped the tears that streamed down your face. “Remus, I–” you choked out as you failed to speak, a pout on your lips. You couldn’t believe you were getting so upset over something that others might consider not worth such a strong reaction. “I don’t even know where to begin; you’ll think it’s silly, Remus.”
“Silly?” He repeated back to you gently, a quiet huff of laughter escaping his lips, not in a mocking way, but in disbelief that you’d think he’d find your reasoning for being upset silly. “(Y/n), do you really think I’d find something that weighed so heavily on your mind that you couldn’t sleep, silly?”
“I often find myself wandering these halls at night when something is weighing too heavily on my mind. Grief doesn’t obey what’s considered socially acceptable, and neither does pain,” he said. “So, no, I won’t find it silly, and I won’t force you to speak about it either if you don’t want to. I can just offer my presence,” he paused. “And chocolate,” he added with a smirk.
Your lips curled into a small smile at his kind and understanding words. He was your favorite person for a reason, that being how much he cared about other people, whether it be his students, colleagues, friends, or a stranger on the street, and right now, most importantly, you. “Thank you, Remus.”
“(Y/n),” he said gently, as if your name were something fragile he was trying not to break with his voice. “You don’t have to carry the weight of anything alone, not as long as I’m here at least.” He let the silence settle between the two of you before speaking up again. “I won’t sit here and pretend that I’ll understand and know exactly how you feel, but what I do know is what it feels like when the world expects you to be strong when all you want is a moment to fall apart and be vulnerable. I also think you’ll feel much better if you talk about it.”
He was right, of course he was. You already felt a bit better now that Remus was here, sitting with you in the small, dimly lit corridor, and you no doubt would feel even better once you had gotten everything you’d been bottling up off your chest, but you still feared that you’d become even more of a mess as soon as you started speaking about how you felt. It was hard to find someone who was willing to listen to you, but now that you’ve finally found that someone, the thought of saying it all outloud was somewhat frightening.
“I—” you started, then stopped, wanting to take a second to rethink what you wanted to say. “I don’t know where to start,” you admitted, lowering your head as you sniffled once more, your eyes fixated on the floor, too shy to even look Remus in the eyes. “I guess I could start by saying I’m lonely, but being a professor is considered a social job.”
“Well, you’re not entirely wrong, but it’s more complex than that,” he said in an understanding tone, his hand still on your shoulder. “Just because you’re surrounded by people all day doesn’t mean your social interactions will fulfill you in all aspects of life. There are different kinds of loneliness, and sometimes what others may see as an acceptable social life isn’t what is needed to make you feel better,” he explained
You hadn’t ever considered that, but Remus was right; he usually was, but you now felt kind of stupid for thinking a social work life was enough, because at the end of the day, being met with an empty bed at the end of each day and struggling with relationships as a whole was still an issue for you. “I think you may be right, Remus,” you replied.
“If you don’t mind me asking, what kind of loneliness have you been dealing with? Friends, family, lovers?” Remus asked, wanting to better understand where your feelings were coming from.
You sniffled, fidgeting with your hands as you tried to find your words. “I think—I think I’m struggling romantically. I mean, I could use more friends too, but experiencing such a lack of intimacy in my life is what I think is affecting me the most,” you said.
Remus nodded in response to your words. “For how long?” He asked quietly.
“A while,” you whispered softly. “Maybe years. I mean, look at me. I’m sitting on the floor of the school I work at, in the middle of the night, crying because I’m depressed and can’t keep a relationship. Who would even want to be with someone so unstable?”
Remus shook his head and scoffed at your words. “None of that,” he said, his tone firm but still gentle, giving your shoulder a slight squeeze as if to remind you that he was still there. “Wanting something doesn’t make you unstable, just human, and I’d rather you cry on the floor and actually process your feelings than hold them all in and force yourself not to feel anything.”
He took a moment to think before speaking again. “Besides, why do you think no one would want to be with you?” He asked with that same soft look of concern on his face. “Let me ask you this, (Y/n), do you love yourself?”
The question threw you off a little; it sounded like an odd thing to ask, but knowing Remus, you knew there was probably something deeper to it. You took a bit to think about it, not quite sure how to reply. It was a simple yes-or-no question, but one you weren’t quite sure about. “I— I don’t know; I guess I’ve never really thought about it.”
Remus hummed in response, and you could feel his hand move from your shoulder to your chin, gently lifting your head so that your eyes were locked with his. “It’s a simple question. Try again,” he said.
You swallowed nervously and took a deep breath. “No,” you eventually said. “I don’t think I do,” you said, letting out a small whimper as your crying started back up again.
“Oh, (Y/n),” Remus said, letting out a soft, sad sigh as he grabbed the handkerchief he had given you earlier and wiped your tears away with it. “You’re a beautiful, very smart, and kind young woman, (Y/n), and honestly, anyone would be lucky to have you.”
You let out a sad sigh, shaking your head. “You’re just saying that because we’re friends,” you murmured, doubting his words.
Remus shook his head, not saying anything in response. He could sense you weren’t in the mood to accept compliments or hear him out, so he decided it would be best to just take care of you for the rest of the night instead of trying to force you into letting him get through to you. He stood up, holding his hand out to you. “Come on,” he said.
You were a bit confused but still took his hand, allowing him to pull you to your feet. “Where are we going?” You asked.
Remus kept hold of your hand as he began leading you down the hall. “My room,” he replied simply. “I think it’s best if you just relax for the night. We can talk more when you’re feeling more levelheaded. You can come in and have a cup of tea, unless you’d like something stronger,” he suggested playfully.
You couldn’t help the small smile that made its way onto your lips at Remus’ attempt to amuse you, despite everything that was bothering you. “I think I’ll be alright with just tea,” you replied. “Thank you, Remus.
Remus gave you a small smile in return, keeping a hold of your hand in his as he guided you through the corridors and into his room. His room was cold, making you shiver, but he was already starting to light the fireplace with a simple spell with his wand. You took in the familiar sights of the room, having visited it on multiple occasions for things like tea or just to talk. It wasn’t much different than your room, just decorated a bit more to his liking. He led you over to his bed, not letting go of your hand until he was sure you were sitting down. “Make yourself comfortable,” he said. “I’ll put on the kettle and be right back.” With that, he turned around and headed to the small kitchenette.
You took a minute to observe your surroundings before grabbing a blanket from his bed and wrapping it around yourself. By the time Remus returned, two cups of tea in hand, you were cuddled up in a blanket, sitting up against the pillows and headboard of his bed. He walked over to you, handing you one of the cups of tea before taking a seat next to you. “Comfortable?” He asked. “It’s chamomile; it will help you feel a bit more relaxed.”
You took a small sip from your cup of tea, the warmth already making you feel a bit calmer. “I’m comfortable,” you replied. “Still feel on edge though,” you muttered.
He let out a soft sigh and set his cup on the nightstand next to him. He reached over to grab yours and put it beside his on the nightstand. “Come here,” he said, pulling you against his chest, pulling the blanket over himself as well.
You’d never been this close with Remus before. Usually, it was nothing more than friendly hugs and conversation when hanging out, but tonight, not only did he hold your hand when walking you to his bedroom, but he was now cuddling with you in bed.
You couldn’t deny that the closeness between you and Remus made you feel safe and comfortable, helping ease a lot of the tension that had built up in you throughout the day, but at the same time, you were internally freaking out. You’d been craving this type of touch for so long from anyone willing to give it to you, but receiving it from Remus meant so much more to you. You relaxed into Remus’s chest, feeling one of his arms wrap around you while the other rested on your thigh. “Remus, why are you doing this?” You asked, not because you minded, but because you weren’t sure if his intentions were simply friendly or if he was trying to show feelings he’d never expressed before.
Remus stayed silent for a moment, unsure of exactly what to say. He was still holding you against his chest, his arms wrapped tightly around you in a comforting embrace. He took a moment to pet your hair before speaking up. “I’m doing it because I care about you, (Y/n), and I don’t enjoy seeing you upset,” he said.
You took your time taking in his words. You had never been this vulnerable with each other before, but you loved it and didn’t want it to end anytime soon. Letting out a soft sigh, you hugged him tighter, trying your best to forget everything that was weighing on your mind. “You’re too good to me, Remus,” you murmured.
He chuckled softly, his fingers still messing with your hair. “I try to be,” he replied. “You deserve to be loved and taken care of, and I want you to realize that,” he said and pressed his lips to your forehead, keeping them there for a few seconds.
You couldn’t help the soft, content sigh that escaped your lips as he kissed your forehead, never wanting to leave the comfort of his arms as you craved the way he held you and made you feel. “Remus?” You said quietly as you lifted your head from his chest so you could see his face.
Remus’s eyes met yours, his hand moving up to rest on your cheek, his thumb gently stroking your skin. “Yes?”
You couldn’t find the words to express what you were feeling, but words weren’t what you needed right now; your emotions were too intense not to act on. Without thinking, you leaned into him and pressed your lips against him in a desperate kiss. Remus was initially caught off guard by your sudden action, but as soon as the shock wore off, he returned the kiss with just as much passion and enthusiasm. He gently pushed you onto your back so you were now lying down with him on top of you. One of his hands stayed on your cheek, and the other gripped your waist, his fingers digging into the fabric of your clothes. Your own hands found their way into his hair, your fingers tangling in his messy hair as you deepened the kiss.
After several minutes of fervent kissing, you both broke apart, leaving just enough room to breathe. Remus stayed hovering over you, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he tried to catch his breath. He leaned back down, pressing his forehead against yours as he continued to hold you tight and feel up your body.
You couldn’t help the small giggle that escaped your lips at the mess you had made out of him. His hair was sticking up in all directions from running your fingers through it, and his lips were slightly red and swollen. “You’re a mess,” you said, unable to hold back a smile.
He locked eyes with you as his hand moved from your hip to brush the hair out of your face. “You should see yourself, dear,” he replied. He then shifted so he was no longer hovering over you but now lying down beside you, still holding you close and pulling the blanket over you both, making sure you were cozy and comfortable.
You snuggled close to him, your head resting against his chest. “Remus?” You said, the tone of your voice now serious and more vulnerable than it had ever been with him.
He hummed in response to your call of his name, signaling that he was listening as he moved his fingers up and down your arm, giving you small, comforting caresses.
“What does this mean for us?” You asked, finally voicing the question that weighed heavily on your mind since he first left that small kiss on your forehead.
Remus took a moment to think, still stroking your arm as he let out a small sigh. "What do you want it to mean?" He replied with another question, not because he wasn't sure of his own feelings, but because he wanted to make sure you weren't just acting off of emotional instincts. He knew you'd been lonely for a while, and that loneliness could often make people act on feelings that weren't really there.
You bit your lip, thinking over your words carefully. "I mean, I really like you, Remus, and if I were to be with someone, I would choose someone who was kind, thoughtful, and smart like you," you admitted, feeling your face heat up from the confession, even though you knew it was very obvious.
"Well, lucky for you, I happen to be all of those things and available," he teased with a grin. “And I’d have to admit, I like you an awful lot too,” he added, telling you exactly what you wanted to hear.
"If you’d like, you could stay with me more often, so you don’t have to be alone in your room so much," he offered. "The wolf might keep you up once a month, but the bed is big enough for two and comfortable if you don’t mind these old blankets and a bit of snoring. I’ll take good care of you, (Y/n), and make sure you don’t have to feel so alone or like you have to fight to earn affection. I’ve put myself through a lot of hard times just to feel loved, and it only ever led me to heartbreak, and I don’t want you to have to do the same.”
You felt like you were going to melt into a puddle at his words. “I think I’ll take you up on that offer,” you said softly. “And I don’t mind the wolf either, Moony. I can go some nights without you if it means I can have you all the other nights.”
He let out a soft chuckle. “Moony,” he said, repeating the old nickname. “I haven’t heard that in years, but I’m glad to hear it from you, dear. And if for any reason, you wake up tomorrow morning and decide that this isn’t what you want and that your emotions caused you to make a choice you didn’t truly want, I’ll respect that and still be here for you.”
You shook your head. “This is what I want, Remus,” you said firmly. “I know it is. I know that if you weren’t here, I’d still be crying in the corridors, overthinking my entire life while deep down secretly wishing I was yours and wanting to be held, but too scared to ever say anything. I don’t deserve you, but I’ll cherish everything you do for me.
He took in your words and how strongly you felt about this. His grip on you tightened as he spoke. “Oh, love, you deserve the world,” he said and pressed his lips to your forehead, giving you a gentle kiss.
You let out a small sigh and closed your eyes. His affectionate embrace made you feel loved and safe. His fingers continued going up and down your back, creating a relaxing feeling that would soon put you to sleep. “You’re too sweet, Remus,” you murmured, snuggling closer to him.
“I’m just trying to do what’s best for you,” he said. “Now get some rest, love. You look exhausted,” he continued, playing with your hair as he spoke to relax you more. “Goodnight, my sweet girl,” he added, completely melting your heart when he called you his sweet girl.
“Goodnight, Remus,” you replied with a whisper as you dozed off, soon falling asleep in his arms.
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⏾ : Characters I Write For: Alastor "Mad Eye" Moody, Severus Snape, Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, Lucius Malfoy, Igor Karkaroff, Barty Crouch Jr. & Xenophilius Lovegood (Based on books & original movies, not the new HBO series // No Marauders era!)
⏾ : Accidental Confession (SFW)
Pairing: Severus Snape x Gender-Neutral Reader
Summary: You accidentally confess your feelings for Severus during a meeting with the order while trying to stop him and Sirius from arguing.
⏾ : Petrification (SFW)
Pairing: Severus Snape x Wife! Female Reader
Summary: After you spent months petrified, Severus is happy to finally have you back.
𝓡𝓮𝓶𝓾𝓼 𝓛𝓾𝓹𝓲𝓷
⏾ : Remus Lupin (SFW (I’ll add the NSFW later))
Pairing: Remus Lupin x Female Reader
Summary: Headcanons
⏾ : Lone Wolf (SFW)
Pairing: Professor Remus Lupin x Female Professor Reader
Summary: Remus comforts you when he catches you crying in the corridors of the castle in the middle of the night, in need of love and attention.
⏾ : Morning Sex (NSFW)
Pairing: Remus Lupin x Female Reader
Summary: You wake up beside Remus after only establishing your relationship the night prior, but you both can't help but want to take things to the next level.
⏾ : Happy Birthday, Moony (NSFW)
Pairing: Husband Remus Lupin x Female Reader
Summary: Waking up Remus on his special day to wish him a happy birthday and show him how much you appreciate him.
𝓛𝓾𝓬𝓲𝓾𝓼 𝓜𝓪𝓵𝓯𝓸𝔂
⏾ : Lucius Malfoy (temporarily down for editing)
Pairing: Lucius Malfoy x Female Reader
Summary: Headcanons
𝓘𝓰𝓸𝓻 𝓚𝓪𝓻𝓴𝓪𝓻𝓸𝓯𝓯
⏾ : Igor Karkaroff (temporarily down for editing)
Pairing: Igor Karkaroff x Female Reader
Summary: Headcanons
