getting knotted by dark!remus before he turns on the full moon… you get left alone with him as the others prepare for a night of taming moony. you stand behind the bars of his small enclosure, watching as he uselessly cuffs chains to his ankles. he seems more frustrated than usual, already sweating and panting as you stand there, snapping at even the quietest noises. he urges you to come closer and you blindly listen, shuffling inside. you feel searing heat radiating off his body the closer you get, an unsettling feeling pooling in your stomach as your eyes leave his form and focus on the cuff around his ankle. your fingers merely graze the metal before you’re knocked on your stomach, rough fingers digging into your flesh and pawing desperately at your clothes, harsh pants fanning your neck as a heavy weight rests on your back. he doesn’t bother taking anything off of you, lowering your pants just below your ass before impaling you. you cry out in pain and a growl vibrates through you as he takes a deep inhale of your pulse point, nipping at it as he starts to fuck you ruthlessly, not stopping no matter what you do. he scratches your neck with his sharp teeth, fingernails digging into waist as he fights to stop himself from sinking his teeth in. his knot is so painful as it stretches you open, heavy inside you as you leak cum, weak underneath him…
Dark!remus making you get yourself off in front of the marauders as a punishment for flirting with one of them
the live football match plays on one channel while the quidditch game plays on the other, and both james and sirius are to busy bickering about which should be displayed to notice y/n's sulky behavior when she pads into the room. remus pays no mind to the two, turning around his and y/n's couch to head into the kitchen, wrenching open the fridge with calculated force to retrieve a cold beer. he's passive, pointing a finger that's not wrapped around the neck of the bottle, at the loveseat positioned diagonally away from the pair.
despite his silent command, she's obey, dragging heavy feet against the mahogany hardwood and slumping into the cushion, one leg crossing over the other. remus himself finds a spot in the worn sofa beside his friends, nudging the beefy boy directly to his right. "you already know your team is winning. let pads have a go at the tellie. there are only a few minutes left in the half, anyway."
he shoots his girlfriend a warning glance when she doesn't immediately fold her legs up to her chest, but when she complies, she's gracing tentative fingers over glistening lips, gathering slick to provide lubrication against her clit.
"just because there is-"
remus manages to pull the remote out of james' unsuspecting hand, tossing it over to the other male at the other end of the couch. "jesus, mate, the least you can do is listen to me after letting my girlfriend flirt with you, can't you?"
a heavy groan rolls off her tongue when she nudges a middle finger against her weepy hole, teasing her entrance for the pure simplicity of wanting their full attention. although she'd never admit it, the thick glub, glub, glub of her heart in her throat is producing a similar pattern of pulsation underneath her fingers. "moons... my dick hates me for saying this, but why the fuck is your girlfriend offing herself right now?"
his palm pushes into the chub that tents against the zipper of his jeans, while james settles deeper into the couch, rouge painting over his cheeks. "i didn't realize she was flirting-" his dialogue is cut short by her whimper, two fingers now pushed deep inside a spongy cunt that squelches with each movement of the digits. he gulps thickly. "i uh.. dude.."
despite his stuttering, his eyes are locked in on the dripping pussy, the way she's nearly staining the green, velvet cover of the seat with the arousal that clings to her thighs. he swallows again, and remus speaks. "don't look away." he preens, taking a long sip from the cold bottle. "she needs to know what she did wrong." he catches her eye, nearly betraying his stoic nature with a smile that he muscles down when he sees the rapture that swarms there.
she's enjoying it, and he knows. "keep going, dove," he instructs, adjusting himself in the cushion of the couch. "and you keep watching." he speaks directly to james, but sirius picks up on the message.
his button clinks, and remus nearly doesn't catch it. "sir, yes, sir."
What if Remus got sick of people not trusting him for being a werewolf? What if he gave them a reason not to trust him? What if he ditched the Order for the Death Eaters? What then?
you want dark!remus fics, I propose the great escape by invisiblemuseum and sequinhaze. Already very popular? Yes. You probably already know it? Maybe. Will I recommend it in death? Fuck yeah.
remmy getting so sweet and caring until you mention your past life and he gets LIVID
he just doesn’t want you to get upset :(
he hates to scare you when he yells, but you need to learn it’s better to just focus on now :((( he knows you’re better off with him, that none of those boys before could ever love you like he does, or keep you safe and buy you lots of pretty things.
he always kisses you to make sure you know he loves you after <3 and surely you must be shaking because you’re so needy for him to fuck you.
Jekyll & Hyde x Sanders Sides! I’ve been dying to do this for months <3
Song: Confrontation
I love me some sympathetic Remus, don’t get me wrong, but I like exploring his dark and sinister side. The Duke and the Prince wear the black and the white for a reason ;)
