can i request the devil where remus wakes up hard and you’re next to him in nothing but his favorite panties and one of his shirts so he decides to move your panties to the side and take care of his problem
look, i know i said i wouldn't write any more remus, but this... this awoke something in me.
warnings: dark fic. stepcest, somnophilia (so, dubcon), daddy kink
18+ ONLY || MINORS DON'T INTERACT
word count: 486
a/n: this is... so dirty. i feel dirty lmao. || i changed the setting a little bit, hope that's fine. also, this is just an exception, please don't send anymore remus requests lol
remus is careful as he pulls the covers off, revealing your naked legs and running his hand over them. the shirt you're wearing, his shirt, rose to your waist due to all the movements in your sleep, giving him the perfect view of your panties.
they're his favourite. made of a pretty vintage pink organza with ruffles on the edges, he feels his cock twitch inside his pyjamas when he sees your bum decorated in them.
trying not to jostle too much and alert you of what's going on, he slowly pulls them to the side, unveiling your already soaking pussy.
his little girl, always ready for him.
gently, he runs his fingers along your folds, spreading your wetness all over them before focusing on your clit. he rubs slow circles, keeping your hips still when they buck slightly, and when he deems you ready, he pushes two of his fingers inside you.
he hears you exhale deeply into your pillow, your legs falling open to give him better access. so good to him, he thinks.
he can feel your pussy squeezing his fingers tightly, a new wave of arousal coating them. his cock aches, the tip an angry red and weeping copious amounts of pre cum. he can't wait anymore.
you whine breathlessly when he removes his fingers, still unaware of what's going on. remus shushes you, "don't worry, dove. m'gonna fill you up in a second."
he pumps his cock a few times, groaning and biting his lip to quiet them down, and then he holds your pretty and glistening folds open with his thumb, your little hole ready for him to fill up.
your face scrunches up when he pushes his cock into you, feeling a light burn when he stretches you with it. remus waits until you relax to continue moving, holding his breath as he rests his forehead against your shoulder blades. "y're okay, bun," his hand goes under your shirt and cups your breasts, giving them a tender squeeze. "doin' so well for daddy."
it seems that those words are all you needed to let him bottom out completely. he holds your hips tightly and thrusts slowly, low grunts coming out of his mouth. he can already feel the tension inside him growing, and his soft treatment doesn't last much longer. he ruts into you desperately, still somewhat conscious of your delicate state, but when soft moans echo in his ears he can't bring himself to care about anything other than his release.
"daddy?" it's a soft whisper, a question uttered in a sleepy state that makes him pause.
"'s just me, dove."
"what're y'doin'?" you grumble, curling your fingers around the pillow. you adjust your hips, moaning when the tip of remus' cock hits your spongy spot.
"just needed to feel your pretty pussy, bun," he groans, resuming his thrusts. "go back t'sleep, yeah? daddy'll take care of you."
okay wait i need to add on to my tags on your neighbour!james post
neighbour!james who usually shovels your snow and cuts your grass without you even asking, he takes your garbage bins down the end of the driveway and fixes anything not working in your home. but then one night he looks out his window and sees a man, taking off your clothes like james can only dream of, doing things straight out of james’ fantasies... next day your walkway is piled up with snow, your garbage cans are tipped over, and james doesn’t even say hi back when you yell across your yard :( he pouts, with a frown, and stomps into his house <3 bonus points if your date’s car has been keyed
HE KEYS YOUR DATE’S CAR @:£/&;&;!!!! (wtf is wrong with me lmao)
he watches from his window as you struggle to lift the snow, your weak arms shaking. but he can’t get over the way your whole body shook when that guy made you cum, so with a scowl he turns away and leaves you to struggle.
you don’t talk for days, until one day you show up on his doorstep with homemade cookies and apologetic eyes. “i don’t know what i did but i know you’re mad at me and i’m sorry :(, please forgive me?”
and well, that pout brings him to his knees. so he invites you in, still a bit grumpy and dropping a couple of mean comments about the situation and watching you squirm. “if you’re tired of me helping you out just say so, angel. there’s no need to bring men around for me to get the hint 😔”
reader playing with her cunnie right in front of the hidden camera stalker!james set up because she knows that it’s there 😫
you noticed the little black dot in the corner of your window a few days ago, knowing exactly who was watching you. so you start to wear more skimpy sleep clothes, switching your big sweats and old t-shirts for silk slips or just comfy cotton underwear. you even make a show of getting ready in the mornings, your movements slow and enticing, trying to get your stalker to make a move on you.
one night, you're so frustrated that he hasn't come looking for you that you decide to take things up a notch. you make sure you're settled perfectly in your bed, just wearing a your panties as you play with your nipples, pinching and flicking them until they are hard.
you spread your legs so that he has a clear view of the wet patch on your underwear, rubbing your clit over the fabric, moaning at the friction. you take off your underwear, and spread your wetness around before dipping two of your fingers inside, your other hand keeping your clit stimulated with the barest touch.
you can't stop thinking about the man behind the camera, hoping that he's watching this live. maybe he's even touching himself, wishing to be inside your dripping pussy. you imagine all the things he'd do to you, how he'd fuck you until you couldn't make a coherent sound, how he'd spend hours between your thighs, how he'd make you cry from how good he makes you feel.
you've read the notes and letters he's sent you. you know exactly what he wants from you: he wants to worship you.
it's that very thought that sends you over the edge with a loud moan, the sound of "james!" echoing in your empty room and travelling through the microphone right into his ears.
you take your fingers out and spread them apart, watching as your essence sticks to them. you put them in your mouth and lick them clean, looking straight at the camera and giving james a little wave.
--
the next morning, right before leaving for work, you leave the panties from last night on the window for james to take home.
"maybe you should join me next time <3" is scribbled on a little note, the red print of your lips in the corner.
Also!!! Also also also!!! Stalker!James basically making you the out of bedroom equivalent of a pillow princess!! Like he's (obsessively) watched you have to do everything yourself and its so unfair to you!!! You're his precious baby you should not have to lift a finger for anything anymore!!! (And he probably enjoys doing everything for you more than you do) And he gets offended if you washed your hair or made breakfast yourself because!!!! Thats his job!! As your soulmate!!! It is his mandate to worship you!!!
I think too much about that man
imagine how strange it is for you the first few months of dating him. like he was coming over for dinner and you opened the door with your hair still wet from your shower and he looked at you with the saddest eyes, whispering "you showered on your own?" and you're like "... yeah??" and he shakes his head, walking into your apartment and leaving the roses on the coffee table. he kisses your cheek and pats your head a little condescendingly, "you don't have to do that anymore, that's what i'm here for," he takes your hand and leads you to your bathroom (how does he know where your bathroom is?), sits you down on the toilet seat and starts blowdrying your hair.
at first you're stiff, wondering what the hell is he doing, but his fingers feel so good on your scalp that you relax and let him do his job. he's so giddy when he sees your eyes closing because he's making his baby feel good!!
stalker!jily who sets up your boyfriend to cheat on you so you guys break up and they are watching through the secret camera set up in your dorm and they are so happy
oh? stalker!jily 👀? didn't know i needed this in my life
it was lily's idea to print a picture of your boyfriend kissing another girl at a party and send it to you. no one needs to know that they paid her to do it.
they are cuddled on the couch with the live feed open, the volume turned up to the max as they watch the both of you fighting. your boyfriend is trying to explain that this girl popped out of nowhere and threw herself at him, that he'd never cheat on you but you're not having it. you're not going to fall again for a cheater's excuses. so you kick him out and tell him that you're done and that he can, frankly, go fuck himself.
james feels a little bad when he sees you curled up in your bed, crying into your pillow. your sobs break his heart, but lily reminds him that there was no other choice; they had to make it clear to you that no one will treat you like they will.
that night, when lily's riding james, neither can stop thinking of how close they are to have you between their bodies, and how your pretty cries will be because of how good they're making you feel.
it’s a few days after your last date ghosted you, and sweet james came over with ice cream to comfort you.
somehow, between reassuring words and soft touches, you ended up straddling him with three of his fingers buried deep inside you. “this pretty pussy is mine, isn’t that right angel?” he looks into your eyes, ingraining the image of your parted mouth and furrowed brows in his mind.
“yeah,” you moan when he curls them, squeezing his bicep.
“bet those boys couldn’t make you cum even once,” he gets a little angry thinking about them, about their filthy hands touching what’s his, and it shows in the way his pace gets quicker. he smiles when you whimper his name; finally, he’s got you all to himself. “doesn’t matter anyway, ‘cause we’re meant to be, baby. y’re mine and m’yours.”
james watches as you lose yourself to the pleasure he gives you, your body shaking above his as you let the tension inside you explode. he kisses you deeply, swallowing your sweet moans and cries. “you and this pussy belong t’me,” he mumbles against your lips.
thinking about stalker!james and the tiny camera he sets up in your room. it isn’t meant for anything weird ofc! he just wants to make sure you’re always alright <3 it isn’t until shortly after the set up that he plucks up the courage to ask you out and when he drops you at home, like the gentleman he is, all flushed, does he get on tape your naked body on the bed, writhing against your fingers with his name falling from your lips. he cums the hardest he’s ever thinking about all the tapes you two could be making together soon
on an off note, i have an uncomfortable amount of hidden camera thoughts for stalker!marauders it’s disgusting🧍🏻♀️help
oh sweet angel james who puts a camera in your room just to see if you’re sleeping okay. he heard you tell your friends you’ve been having issues sleeping, so he just wanted to check up on you and be sure you were keeping up with a healthy sleep schedule! seeing you apply body lotion after a shower, your nipples hard because of the cold air and your skin dewy from the water, is just another perk!
the last thing he expected after your first date was to log onto the camera feed and see your pretty figure writhing on the mattress, a chant of his name falling from the lips he had kissed 15 minutes ago. he sees the way you curl your fingers and the pace you set, knowing deep down that he’d be able to take much better care of you than your poor little fingers. he’ll have to show you that you’re meant to be; anything to make his pretty baby feel good <3
regarding that off note: share those thoughts bestie 🧍🏻♀️ you’re giving me new ideas
Definitely not me projecting............but stalker James would 100% make your doctors appointments for you.
Why is making a phone call so hard lmao
he does everything for you lol
it'd have to be during that stage where you know him and you're becoming friends. he's seeing how anxious you are, biting your nails and peeling the skin off your lips and thumbs. your knee is bouncing up and down and your thumb hovers over the call button, but you can't bring yourself to press it down. so he tenderly takes the phone from your hand and sets up the appointment, somehow already knowing what it was.
(he did follow you to your doctor's office and managed to see your records while the secretary went to the bathroom after all.)
you're so relieved you didn't have to do it that you hug him, your whole body pressing against his. james is on cloud nine: he has you in his arms, he can smell your shampoo, and he has just proven what a good carer he is.
