your nose aches, plastered firmly against the double stacked flat pillow of your bed. the pale blue pillowcase snugly fit around the two pillows, concealing the aged stains and uneven fluff and harboring the faint scent of your shampoo. you take in abrupt breaths through your parted lips between each cruel thrust, only for the air to be knocked from them as soon as the lean hips pounded against yours.
you regret digging into your savings for things that now seem entirely useless, instead of letting the hidden cash collect a few bills larger to purchase a brand new mattress. the aged springs of your current bed creak terribly, sounding loudly in the room among his strangled groans, the slapping of skin, and the venomous hiss of your stepfather's words.
“why are you crying, little girl?” he taunts, his scorching breath fanning your ear. “you wanted a daddy, didn’t you?”
you whimper into your pillow, your fingers trembling as you clutched your sheets in what you couldn’t decide was fear or anger. you don’t speak, focusing on trying to keep yourself conscious between each brutal blow to your cervix.
rough hands twist your hair, yanking your head up from the pillow with a painful pull of your neck. you cry out softly, the creaky bed springs sounding even louder without the obstruction of your hair in your ears. “I asked you a fucking question,” he grits, his lips brushing the shell of your ear. “answer it.”
you hiccup, the tears that soaked into your pillow now rushing down your face, “y-yes…”
he moans, hips rutting faster, his chest pressing into your back, the thin fabric of your shirt the only thing keeping him from touching your skin. “tell me you want me. tell me you want your daddy, little bitch.”
“I…” you swallow thickly, “I want you, remus...”
one of his hands slithers up your arm, wrapping itself around your neck, squeezing just enough to make your heart thump even harder against your chest. “call me ‘daddy’. because that’s what you want so bad, isn’t it? bitching and moaning about your real daddy. I’m your daddy now so fucking say it.”
you sniffle, taking in a rough breath as you feel his fingers squeeze harder. “daddy,” you croak. “I want you, daddy.”
“fuck, that’s it,” he grunts, lost in the steady rhythm of his assault. “do you hear how pathetic you sound? begging for a daddy at your age. you’re so… incredibly… fuck… pathetic. aren’t you?”
you nod as far as you can, feeling strands of your hair tearing from your scalp. “yes, daddy, I’m…” you hiccup, your entire body quivering in agony that seems to ripple through every inch of your being. “I’m pathetic.”
he groans lowly, clearly pleased. “yes, you are… a pathetic but sweet, pitiful thing.” his nose rubs against the soft spot behind your ear, inhaling the scent of your sweat and despair deeply. “say it again. say it until you believe it.” he thrusts again, pausing deep inside you. “because your daddy’s always right… isn’t he, sweetheart?”
note: happy halloween! this is probably the darkest and filthiest thing i’ve written but i’ve been gone for a while so i might aswell come back with a bang. the ending is slightly rushed so i hope you don’t mind, enjoy!! (also if anybody’s confused about the plot, basically sirius actually did the crimes that he was accused of and remus is helping him while he’s on the run, so kinda deatheater!wolfstar)
Ever since you discovered the passageway that led from the whomping willow to the shrieking shack, you had been hiding out in the dilapidated building to escape the stress of your final exams. With some candlelight and a cozy blanket, it wasn’t half bad.
It had been a rather stressful day when you snook out to the tree, double potions with Snape was never fun. You had been looking forward to the peace and quiet, opting to bring a book with you to pass the time.
However, when you made it to the end of the passageway and pushed open the door, you were quite shocked when your eyes landed on two figures conversing in the middle of the room.
You didn’t recognise them at first. but when one of them lit a cigarette, the flame lit up their face and your eyes widened- it was Sirius Black. The escaped murderer.
A squeak left your mouth and his head turned to look at you, a smirk playing on his lips when he saw you, “Well, well,” he chuckled, “Look who just stumbled in, Moony,”
You were left in even more shock when the other figure turned to look at you, the scars running across his face making him immediately recognisable. It was Professor Lupin.
“What a pretty little plaything,” Remus spoke, snatching the cigarette from Sirius’ lips and taking a puff, “Why don’t you go fetch her, Pads? I want a closer look,”
You turned to leave, your heart pounding, but Sirius was too quick. His hand grabbed your wrist within seconds and he pulled you towards Lupin, his fingernails digging into your flesh slightly.
“Oh, yeah, I know this one,” Lupin looked you up and down, his pupils blown wide, “Smart little student, a slut too- always wearing her skirts short,”
“I can tell, I can practically see her ass,” Sirius landed a slap on your ass, making you yelp and tears form in your eyes.
“Please, let me go, I won’t tell anybody I saw you,” you whimpered, desperately trying to pull your arm from Sirius’ grasp.
The longer-haired man tutted, pulling you towards him so your back was pressed against his chest, “Now that won’t do, darling, we gotta make sure you don’t say a fucking word,”
“W-What are you gonna do to me?” you felt tears begin to fall down your cheeks and you were certain you were shaking now. You had always assumed Professor Lupin was nice, clearly it was an all act.
“I think we show you what happens when you walk around in those short fucking skirts,” Remus spat, standing up from his sitting position, “Think you can take two cocks, princess?”
“Please don’t,” you shook your head, grimacing when you felt Sirius’ hardening cock rub against your ass through his trousers.
“Stupid thing, you should know by now that you don’t have a choice,” Sirius chuckled. Then suddenly, he pushed on your back, forcing you into a position where your ass was stuck out.
You grabbed onto Remus’ legs for support, leaving your face planted directly in front of his already hard buldge, “Good slut, already know what you need to do,” he stroked your hair, a whimper leaving your lips.
Lupin moved his hands down to his belt, working on unbuckling it as Sirius’ hands groped your ass. As much as you hated to admit, you were getting turned on. In any other situation, you wouldn’t have thought twice about sleeping with Lupin.
“The slut’s getting wet,” Sirius noted the growing patch forming on your panties, a blush settling on your cheeks when he pointed it out. He dragged a tattooed hand against your clothed cunt and you let out a gasp, your hips instinctively leaning towards the touch.
Your body was betraying you, craving more friction as your clit began to throb. By now, Remus had pulled down his trousers to mid-thigh, along with his boxers, leaving his leaking cock just inches away from your face, “Well? You just gonna stare or are you gonna do what dumb whores like you are made to do?” he scoffed.
Your mouth fell open and he hummed in approval, taking his cock by the base in one hand and placing the tip on your tongue. The taste of pre-cum soaked into your tastebuds and you moaned, surprising everyone in the room.
“Oh does the slut like the taste of m’cock?” Remus grinned, wrapping a hand in your hair and pushing a few more inches of his length into your mouth. At the same time, Sirius pushed your panties to the side and plunged two fingers into your dripping hole, forcing a loud moan from your lungs.
The vibrations ran down Remus and he groaned, pushing all of his cock into your throat so your nose was brushing against the hairs on his pubic bone. “Fuck, she’s tight,” Sirius chimed, curling his fingers upward and hitting your sweet spot perfectly.
“M’surprised, you should hear some of the- fuck- rumours about her,” Remus chuckled, pulling out so just the tip of his cock was in before pushing back in, making you swallow around him to avoid gagging.
Sirius set a harsh pace with his fingers as Remus started to fuck your face, the lycanthrope’s grip on your hair tight as he rutted into you. You were a moaning mess due to Sirius, the cock in your mouth making you drool down your chin.
“She’s already fucked dumb,” Remus observed your face, his brows furrowed and his lips upturned in a slight smirk, “God knows how she’s gonna- fuck- take your cock soon,”
“I better hurry up then,” the longer-haired man pulled out his fingers and you let out a whine, only to earn a harsh smack on your ass, “Fucking whore, take what I give you,”
Within moments, Sirius had rid himself of his trousers and boxers, his cock making a soft slapping noise as it sprung up and hit his lower abdomen, “Can’t fucking wait to be buried in this cunt,” he groaned, stroking his erection as his eyes settled on your throbbing hole.
You mewled, deciding that resisting him would cause more trouble, and arched your back further. A sound of satisfaction rolled of the man’s tongue and he positioned the tip of his cock at your entrance, eager to fill you to the brim.
As Remus pushed his length into your mouth, Sirius did the same with your cunt, forcing a loud moan from you. It burnt as first, you hadn’t expected the longer-haired man to be so fucking big, but as time passed the pain turned into pure pleasure.
It wasn’t long before Sirius set a brutal pace, hard and fast, his thrusts matching those of Remus. It was overwhelming, the feeling of two cocks using your body as if you were nothing but a mere sextoy.
“Just as I said, so fucking tight,” Sirius moaned, his hands grabbing onto your hips hard enough that his fingernails left crescent-shaped marks on your skin, “When you’re done with her mouth, Moony, you gotta try this cunt,”
“You read my mind,” Remus grinned, his thrusts becoming sloppy as he reached his high, “Fuck- m’gonna cum, fill your slutty throat with my seed,”
You were actually quite eager to taste him, all previous doubts thrown out of the window as the pleasure became too strong, so you did your best- suctioning your cheeks around his cock and trying your best to relax your throat.
Remus moaned loudly, pushing you down so his cock was lodged at the back of your throat as he came, ropes of seed shooting into your mouth. You moaned at the taste, immediately swallowing when the lycanthrope pulled out.
“Wow, you really a fucking whore, aren’t you?” Sirius chuckled, wrapping a hand in your hair and pulling you up so your back was pressed against his chest. With every snap of his hips, you felt like heaven, his cock managing to reach places inside you that you didn’t even know existed.
“Fuck, feels so good,” you mewled, pushing your hips back so you could feel him deeper.
“Yeah? You like it when Sirius wrecks your silly little guts?” Remus spoke, grabbing your chin in his hand and forcing you to look at him. You nodded, looking into his eyes with half-lidded ones, you mouth hung open in a constant moan.
“Words, slut,”
“Y-yeah,” you answered him, “I love it,”
Your body jolted as Sirius’ thrusts got harder, a familiar bubbling sensation settling in your lower abdomen, “M’close, please,”
“Wait for me, pup,” the animagus muttered in your ear, his grip on your waist getting tighter and he approached his own high. You nodded, screwing your eyes shut and biting your lip as you tried to your best to delay your orgasm.
“Good whore, doing what she’s told,” Remus praised you, stroking your cheek. You leant into his touch, moans and whimpers rolling off your tongue.
“Shit, gonna cum,” Sirius groaned, a hand reaching round to rub circles on your clit, “C’mon, pup, cum for me, soak my cock,”
You did as you were told, practically screaming in pleasure as you gushed around Sirius’ length, your cunt clenching tight, “Fuck!”
“Fucking hell, pup,” Sirius moaned, the feeling of your walls throbbing around his cock sent him over the edge and his hips stilled as he spilled inside you, filling you the brim with his cum.
A sigh left your mouth when he pulled out and you felt your knees wobble. If it wasn’t for both men holding you up, you would have fell to the floor, “Wow..”
“We’re not done yet, dove,” Remus chuckled, fisting at his already hard cock, “You gonna bend over nice and pretty for me and let me fill you up?”
I saw how you were doing a monster inspired fic for Sirius and im super curious on what your take would be for a dark Remus (holy trinity of toxic, dark, monstrous Marauder when?) this isn't even a request im actually just so curious on what your take would be !!
Ooooooo okay nonnie this is such an interesting question!
I think monster!remus would be very calculating and very manipulative. I think james is more impulsive, and very driven by his feelings. I don’t think remus would be like that. I think he would always be ten steps ahead, he would always have a plan for everything, and he would make sure everything worked out exactly in his favor.
I imagine him spending hours just running through different possible conversations with you. He’d think of every possible response you could give to every single question he had, every possible movement that would indicate suspicion, or love, or boredom, or anything. He’s obsessed in the deepest way, the worst way, because he’s fucked up and he knows it, he uses it
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."
Summary: Rather than being a middle/high school, Hogwarts is in a college setting. Y/n sits in class with dirty thoughts filling her mind, and Professor Remus reads them.
Word Count: 1,549
Warnings/Content: Smut, smut, and more smut. Dark Remus, shy/bimbo student. Aftercare, subspace, mean Remus. Unprotected PIV, breeding kink, smacking, Dom Remus, sub reader, Oral (fem receiving), NON-CON/RELUCTANCE, name calling (whore, slut). Remus can read mindsssss. Grammar mistakes for sure. Spelling mistakes. I think that's it, if I miss anything let me know so I can update this <3 Use of You/ Y/N.
This is my first ever smut, and really first story ever so please be kind <3
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You sat at your desk in DADA, waiting for the class to finally be over. Looking up every once in a while, to show Professor Lupin that you are still paying attention. How couldn't you, though? He was impossible to ignore. The way his jaw tightens when he gets frustrated, or thinks for a moment. His amber eyes and the way they gaze at you. You push your thighs together, waiting for any release that you might get.
You get lost in your thoughts, but are quickly pulled out of them when you hear a familiar whisper behind you.
“Ms. Y/n. See me after class.” You feel yourself tense at his words, suddenly freezing in place. You nod quickly and unclench your thighs, feeling anxious.
Before you know it, the bells are ringing and people start shuffling out of the class. Professor Lupin sits at his desk, looking at you as they all leave.
“Ms. Y/n. Come here.” He says, his voice deeper than you remember, and it feels like honey on your skin. You move towards him slowly, getting your bag.
“Yes, sir? Did I do something wrong Professor?” You ask shyly, watching his gaze as he looks you up and down.
“You mean, besides being a little slut in my classroom?” He says without hesitation.
“I- sir?” You were taken aback by his words, he has never spoken to anyone that way. And yet, you can feel the warmth pool in your core as he speaks to you.
“All I have to do is look at you, and you get wet hm? Quite an accomplishment if I do say so myself.” Remus says coyly, obviously toying with you.
You can’t stop your cheeks from burning a deep red, realizing that he has read your thoughts. Something so uncommon, you didn’t think your DADA professor could do it.
“You underestimate me, pet. I can do more than just teach out of a book. And I promise that is a lesson you will learn. Starting today.”
“Professor?” You say weakly, wondering what he will do. Will he tell Dumbledore? What if he kicks you out of class? What if you get expelled?
“Geez, Y/n do you really think that low of me? Come now.” Remus takes your hand and pulls. Hard. He takes you to the back of the classroom, and into a door you didn’t know was there.
He leads you through a corridor and walks to a wall, looking at it for a moment. After a few seconds, a door starts to appear on the wall. He smiles and pulls you in quickly, locking the door behind you.
When you walk into the room of requirement, it has a large bed in the center, and bookcases adorning the walls. However, there are no books on the shelves, but rather interesting toys and items you have never seen before.
Remus interrupts your thoughts and pushes you onto the bed, looking down at you.
“Professor, I’m sorry. Please let me go, I won’t think about those things anymore. I- I’m sorry.” You say, pleading with him. He smiles warmly and kneels down in front of you.
“Hey, princess. Look at me. “ He places his hand under your chin, raising it slightly. “You are not in trouble my dear. I promise. I actually quite liked your thoughts. I had no idea you were such a whore. “
He kisses your forehead, and releases his hold on your face. “Lay down for me darling. “ He smiles at you, waiting.
You look up at him, questioningly, before laying back onto the bed.
“See, you are a good girl Y/n. Thank you.” He traces his hand up your thighs, pushing back your skirt.
“Ah- Professor please” You moan slightly at his touch, as you feel the warmth from his fingertips trail up your thighs.
Remus clicks his tongue and looks down at you. “Now Y/n, in here I am not professor. I think you know what to call me.”
You bite your lip and look at him. “Remus I-” You feel a harsh stinging on your cheek as you realize he’s slapped you.
“Y/n, you do not want to piss me off right now. Be good for me, and I’ll make you feel good, okay?” He says harshly, as he grips your thighs tighter.
“Sorry daddy. “ You say, running your fingers over your stinging cheek.
He groans for a moment, palming the rising bulge in his pants. Remus grabs your skirt, pulling it off of you in one motion, along with your panties. He holds them for a moment and smirks.
“So wet already, whore? We haven’t even started yet.” He chuckles and pushes your legs apart, kissing down your thighs. His thumb finds your clit, tracing circles across it as you mewl under him.
“Ah- daddy please” You say, almost whimpering. You try to close your legs instinctively, feeling how sensitive you are to his touch.
“Yes, Y/n? Use your words, otherwise you won’t get what you want.” He says, with the same deep voice he used in the classroom. He moves his hand away from you.
“I- I want you to eat me out daddy. Please? “ You beg, whimpering when he moves away from you.
He smirks and pushes your legs apart again. You can feel his hot breath along your thighs as he continues to kiss up them before his tongue meets with your clit. He starts eating you out, suckling at your clit. After a few moments you close your legs tightly as you feel him plunge his fingers inside of you. You moan loudly, and he forces your legs apart again.
“Keep them open if you know what’s good for you pet. “ He said harshly.
You could feel a band tightening in your core, and he knew what was coming as you tightened around his fingers. He pulled away from you, pulling his slick fingers out of you as you throb. You whine under him for a moment before another slap stings your cheek.
“Good girls only cum when they’re told, darling. “
When you look up at him, you notice something different in his face. His eyes appear to glow slightly now. He stares down at you and rips your shirt off, pulling your bra off with it. Your loud gasp breaks the silence as you feel the fabric disconnect from your body. He takes one of your nipples between his teeth, nibbling roughly. Within moments you realize his pants are off, and you can see his cock for the first time.
He leaves marks all over your breasts and stands for a moment, stroking his cock as you watch. He leans his head back, groaning at the feeling. He climbs on top of you again, and looks into your eyes as he pushes himself inside of you. You bite your lip, whimpering as you feel him stretch your tight walls. He pushes inside of you quickly, and roughly. He groans and kisses your neck, wrapping his arms around you.
Remus sits for a second, letting you get used to his size. “Fuck. You are so fucking tight, pet. How I have kept my patience this long, I do not know.” He says through gritted teeth.
Soon after, he starts thrusting into you. He pulls you close to him, and you can feel burning down your back as he digs his fingernails into it. You run your hands down his back, doing the same.
You feel yourself drift away, as his cock fills you completely. You are unable to form words, as he pushes himself into you. His thumb finds your clit once more and you find yourself mewling under him.
“Mewing like a kitten for me darling? Pathetic. Cum, now. “
Almost instantly at his words, you feel that band in your core stretch and break as pure bliss washes over you. You spasm under him, tightening on his cock. He groans, and pulls you into his chest as you tighten your arms around his back. Shortly after you cum, you feel hot liquid start to fill you as his leaves bites down your neck, moaning on your skin.
“You are such a good girl for me Y/n. Letting me cum in you, and fill you with my babies. Good girl. “ He says softly into your ear.
You lay there, feeling like you’re floating as he kisses your head softly. He pulls out of you slowly, and leaves for a moment. He comes back with a warm cloth, cleaning you up.
“Are you feeling okay darling?” He asked, genuinely caring.
You nod and smile at him sweetly, still feeling like you’re floating. Remus picks you up, carrying you into the bathroom and into an already prepared tub.
“Let’s get you all cleaned up and warmed love.” He says sweetly, getting in the tub with you, holding you.
He helps you wash your hair and body, and gets a towel to dry you up with after.
“Are you with me yet my love?”
“Yes, Remy. I’m here.” You say tiredly, as you smile up at him.
He smiles softly and kisses your head, carrying you to bed to cuddle, where you spent the rest of the night sleeping soundly in his arms.
your lips, my lips. apocalypse📼; dbf!remus fucking you dumb at a family gathering 😵💫
cheating, hair pulling,
you weren’t expecting to see remus when your dad had told you he was having a little family get together but now you were bent over your old desk with remus’ hand in your hair and his cock buried deep inside of you.
maybe this was the dumbest thing you’ve ever done, you’d brought your new boyfriend to meet your family that had just started living with you at your own apartment an hour away from here and you end up fucking your dads best friend. not to mention James, your dads other friend had brought harry and harry brought his soon to be wife ginny, now more of a chance of getting caught.
your eyes rolled back as remus’ grip tightened and pulled your head back by your hair, “that boy you brought, god- he’s fucking pathetic” remus groaned, your hands gripped the edge of your desk. “rem- please” you whined as his balls slapped against your clit, your legs were wobbly you were surprised that you could even hold yourself up.
“what would he think if he saw you so fucking desperate for me hm? so fucking cock drunk huh?” remus chuckled lightly, watching your ass giggle as he pounded into you. you whined at the mention of your boyfriend, “it’s alright baby i’ll take good care of you, make sure he won’t suspect a thing” remus purred in your ear then kissing the top of your head before letting go of your hair.
18+, dark content, minors DNI! | Obsessed!Remus for the soul♡
a/n: hi, my name is Omel and you're watching disney channel *draws a cock with a wand*
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Fool of you to assume it was over.
It started simply: With that disquieting feeling of being watched. Something— no, someone was skulking around every corner, every window, behind every door. Eyes glued to your back, scrutinizing every movement, every step, every word.
Things escalated; weeks later, little notes could be found in between your notebooks, inside your bag, and even one time on your desk, at potions class. Every letter was the same, same bold, black ink, no sender, and the same scent that was engraved on your brain by memory.
Chocolate and cinnamon.
“What’s wrong?” Your new boyfriend asked you, holding your hand. The note on your hand was different from the others, placed in between your Transfiguration textbook; It felt almost threatening,
«I would rather experience this love even if it wasn't meant to be, than to not experience your sweet loving at all.»
“Nothing, just an old draft of an essay.” You replied, tucking the piece of paper with the rest of the letters, inside your bag, giving him a reassuring smile.
During one of your night patrols, you felt it again.
Eyes all over you, roaming your body. Someone. Someone you knew, someone you loved. Wand in hand, the weak beam of light flickered as if it sensed your sudden fear. Quickening your pace, you breathed through your nose, determined to not let panic get a hold of you. Heart pounding wildly inside your chest, crushing your eardrums, you heard the steps behind you matching your tempo.
“Lumos Maxi—” Your words were abruptly cut off by a scarred hand clasped to your mouth. The same scent of the letter flooded your nostrils. Chocolate, cinnamon and the proximity of the figure allowed you to breath in the subtle fragance of sandalwood.
Which happened to be Remus’s favourite incense.
The frightened whine was muffled by his large hand and his tall frame caged your body against the cold, stone wall, this side of the castle was barely patrolled, you knew that, and he did too. Tears, hot and heavy rolled down your cheeks, staining his sleeve.
“Shhh–” He spoke softly, his nose brushing with yours. “Sorry to scare you, love. I know how easily startled you can be.”
His hand move away from your mouth. “What do you want from me?” You sobbed, scared. “Remus, p–please.” Cupping your face, you flinched at the touch, not letting him brush the tears off, not letting him take care of you.
“Don’t cry, love.” He leaned down, lips ghosting over yours. “Did you receive my letter?”
“Just leave me alone, please.” The desperate cry only seemed to diminish his patience. “It’s been almost a year, just let me go—.”
“Poor baby.” Remus cooed at you, with fake empathy. “Did you really think I’ll let you go that easily?”
He knew, Remus knew exactly what cards to play, to have you putty in his hands. You were weak, you were always a giver, a naive little girl. You tried to push him away, only fueling his anger, his obsession.
Fighting back was useless, and you learned it the bad way. When his scarred hand returned to your mouth, this time from behind, while the other was too busy gripping your hips hard enough to draw bruises on your delicate skin, the tears found their way to the floor, in a place between your feet. Hopeless, stupid, trapped.
"I'm sure your new boyfriend can't fuck you as I can," Remus growled in your ear, his cock buried inside you, hitting all the right spots, just like only he knew. "I'm sure he can't even make you cum."
His madness was suffocating, just like his love used to be. He kept pounding, harder, deeper. Your toes curling in the insides of your mary janes, your hips miserably buckling back, unconsciously begging for more, the slick running down your thighs betraying your thoughts. You hated every second of it, but your body seemed to love it.
Your velvety, warm walls clenched around his hard cock, earning you a breathless chuckle. "Pathetic. Look at you, at least I know this pretty cunt still loves me." Remus continued fucking you, using you, knowing that deep down, this is how you adored it.
It became too much, too painful, your abused cunt gushing around him, overworked. "Fucking milk me dry, you cheating slut." Remus whispered in your ear, before descending into a spiral of madness at the delicious sensation of his hot, sticky cum filling your insides, just like he used to do.
Remus won‘t be nice, it‘s abusive! I wanted to portray him as a toxic piece of shit
Warnings: 18+, bloodplay, biting, marking, very dark content, dark!remus, REMUS IS NOT NICE
Remus was in a bad mood. Massaging his head he tried to calm down the pounding headache that was forming due to the loud music in the Gryffindor common room and sat down on the couch. He needed realse, his wolf intensifying his sexual needs more than usual today. Looking around he tried to find someone who would match his type. Smaller than him, sweet and submissive and preferably a girl. He is pansexual, but girls were usually a lot more likely to comply with the shit he pulled than any other gender. Scanning the room he saw you, dancing with your friend, bubbly and happy. He smiled evilly.
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Minutes later you were in an empty classroom, pressed against the wall and making out feverishly. He pinned you with his strong hands, the grip nearly painful, but you didn‘t complain, afraid that he might stop. You had liked him for quite some time now and this seemed like your only chance to finally keep his attention on you.
Remus was ignorant to your painful noises and let go of your wrists to rip off your short black shirt, dropping the remainders of the fabric on the floor. Next were your shorts, as he opened the zipper pulling the jeans down your legs. You felt slightly uncomfortable being the only naked one and tried to take off his shirt as well, but he just took you by your arm and made you lay down on a desk.
He kept kissing you, teeth biting your lips and tongue painfully, drawing blood at some point. You winced, not enjoying the kiss and told him to slow down. He ignored your comment and pulled back to suck on your neck, fingers pushing gently against your clit. You might have not liked the kiss, but Remus did know what he was doing, making you gasp and moan as you came on his fingers for the first time. He knew that he had to give you pleasure every once in a while or he‘d scare you off, which would make his anger worse. He needed to fuck.
„Get down on your knees“, his voice was rough, indicating that he won‘t be pleased with disobedience. You got down and let him guide your face to his hard cock, taking him in and giving your best to keep up with him. He was fast, fucking your face as his heavy balls smacked against your chin. He started moaning and going faster when you started to suck him hard. His hand came up to pinch your nose and he thrust deep in your throat, holding his cock there for a few moments, not even pulling out when you started to caugh.
„Come on, I made you cum and this is how you- fuck- how you repay me? Pathetic..“
He let go of your face and pulled you up again, bending you over the desk, one leg pulled up against the desk to be able to finger your pussy. I felt disgusted with yourself as he fingered your pussy fast, long, skilled fingeres rubbing your spot in brutal thrusts. You were whining, pushing back against his hand and the other one came up to clamp your mouth shut.
„Enjoy this, don‘t you. Of course you do“, you didn‘t like his mocking tone, but you were in such a haze that you couldn‘t react. He was ruthlessly fucking you and just as you were about to cum, he took out his fingers and and replaced them with his cock. You came, screaming against his hand, legs buckling under so as he fucked you, cock grinding against your sore spot deep inside of your pussy.
He pulled you back to rest your head against his shoulder, hand still covering your mouth and sucked on the side of your neck, teeth sharp against the soft skin. You were crying now, the overstimulation too much to handle for your sensitive pussy and tried to pull away, pleads muffled against the palm of his hand. He couldn‘t get enough of you, obsessed with the way you feel around him, the way you taste and the soft skin of your throat. Giving in to his urge he tilted your head to the side, sharp teeth grazing your neck and he bit down. Your scream pierced through the empty classroom, body clenching tight, effectivly squeezing his cock inside of your pussy and he went faster. He was animalistic at this point, rutting into you in hard thrusts, licking up the blood that was running town the side of your neck, over your sensitive breasts, which he had sucked bruises on.
He pulled out, flipping you on your back and thrust right in again, one hand pining yours over your head. You nearly lost your voice, not able to form words as he continued to scar your unblemished skin with his sharp canines. Your upper body was a bloody mess, one scratch starting where the other ended and it made Remus go crazy with neediness. He was moaning so loud and deep it made you want to cum again, your brain confusing pain with pleasure. He noticed this too, grinning at you devilishly, teeth glistening red with your blood. The sight was so dirty, you cried out, pussy clamping on his hard cock and he pushed faster, resting his head on your chest as he trembled with pleasure.
„Gonna cum for me hm? Gonna cum? Do it, pup, cum for me!“
You let out wails as you came because of his cock alone. Your vision temporarily flashed white and your body convulsed, hypersensitive and abused to the max. He bit your sternum as he came, pulling out to coat your stomach with his seed as he lapped at your bloody wound.
You could barley breathe yet alone move, so you just laid there, letting him use you.
Remus let go of you, admiring the mess he made of your body, his wolf finally sated and satisfied with his work. He was licking at his bloody fingers and lips, admiring you with hazy eyes. Retrieving your clothes he made you put them on, not once talking to you and brought you to your dorm. You didn‘t realize what was happening, only glad to be able to lay down again and passed out on your bed. Remus stood watching for a few more seconds, before he made his way down to his friends again, humming softly under his breath, headache gone.
