hii ive never requested anything before but could i request dbf!remus like literally anything i love him ty💗💗
Hi! Thank you for the request! Hope you like it.
You try your best to open the heavy front door without making a sound, cursing under your breath whenever the hinges creak even the slightest. Finally, you manage to enter your house without making too much noise, letting out a relieved sigh. Looking up at the clock on the wall to your left, you internally wince when you see the time. 3AM, you were three hours late for curfew.
Luckily for you, your parents weren't even home, away on an anniversary trip somewhere in the mountains. You's thought that since you had just turned 20, they'd finally drop their overly protective nature and allow you to stay home alone during their vacation. No such luck. Instead, they appointed remus lupin, your father's high school best friend, as your temporary guardian.
At first, you were more than upset, angry that your parents didn't trust you on your own as an adult.
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"I don't need a babysitter, mom tell him!" You groan at your mother, having just heard the news that your dad's best friend was tasked with the job of watching over you while your parents went away for their anniversary.
"There's no argument y/n, you're not staying home alone."
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It's not that you didn't like remus, quite the opposite in fact, you thought remus was great. He was kind, funny, and very good looking. It was the fact that your parents still didn't trust you to stay home on your own, even for a few days. It made you feel like a child. So in retaliation, you decided to spend the night out on the town, drinking with your friends. You honestly hadn't meant to stay out so long, but then you start to think to yourself, so what, i'm a goddam adult.
You're so lost in your thoughts that you don't notice the tall figure standing quietly in the dark living room, until you hear someone clear their throat and it almost gives you a heart attack.
"Jesus! Remus, you scared me!" you gasp, turning the light on to see your father's best friend standing in your living room, looking at you with what can only be described as seething anger behind his eyes.
"Where the fuck have you been?" He spits through clenched teeth. The heat in his voice startles you, you don't think you've ever seen him this mad before. remus is normally a very calm, quiet and laid back person. Honestly, you've never seen him angry ever. It was kinda hot.
"I know, I'm late. I'm sorry, I just-" Your sentence is cut short by a hand, remus' hand, wrapping itself around your neck. He squeezes tightly, not enough to hurt you, just enough to stop you in your tracks. He leans in, stopping merely inches from your face. You can feel every exhale brush against your lips, unconsciously parting them in response.
"It seems you need to be reminded how to follow rules." His voice is low, almost silent, his lips brush lightly against yours with every word. The only response you can muster is a pathetic whimper as you lightly push yourself up on your toes, trying to connect your lips with his. He chuckles darkly, jerking his head to the side and smirking at the whine the motion coaxes out of you.
"Not so fast puppy," he whispers, "rule number one, don't move unless I tell you to."
Dbf!dom!Remus also single dad!remus, sub!potter!reader, modern au, fingering
Remus was here, your dad inviting him over when you came back from college for the long weekend. The last time you saw him was when he helped you move into your dorm your first year, you forgot how good-looking Remus was and how he put himself together so neatly even when having a toddler. Teddy was the sweetest and Remus always complimented how you were so good with him, you watched Teddy when Remus needed to work or when he and James helped Sirius with his car shop.
Remus couldn't keep his eyes off you at dinner, you would smile and kick him under the table. You’ve felt the tension before, but nothing was ever done about it.
Your hand was in your pajama pants and under your panties, your legs spread a little as you pleased yourself.
Your door creaked open and you didn't even notice and kept rubbing circles on your clit. You felt the mattress dip down and you opened your eyes. It was Remus, you slowed the circles but didnt stop touching yourself.
“Can i touch you?” he asked.
You nodded and took your hand out of your pants, “yeah” you whispered. His hand went down and into your pants and cupped your cunt, you lifted the blanket and watched his hand as he watched you. Remus rubbed your clit over your panties, you spread your legs more.
He moved his hand into your panties, his fingers teasing at your entrance before his middle finger went into you then his ring finger, his thumb going to your clit and then he started moving. Thumb circling on your clit and ring and middle moving in and out.
summary: you're staying over at your dad's best friends' house for the weekend and you start to feel needy. luckily, remus and sirius are there to take care of you.
warnings: age gap, dbf!wolfstar, older!wolfstar, petnames (puppy, dove), masturbation, oral (f and m receiving), degrading, breeding kink unprotected sex, fingering, everything is consensual
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No matter how hard you tried, you just couldn't sleep. Staying with your dad's best friends for the weekend meant that each night your rest was constantly disturbed by the busy streets of London.
You've been attracted to them ever since you could think, so naturally, you accepted their offer of staying at theirs instead of going to some random babysitter whilst your dad was away on a business trip.
Both sides of your pillow were now quite warm from your constant tossing and turning, and you felt that familiar heat start to grow in your lower stomach. Deciding that a quick release would settle your mind, you snaked your hand under the oversized shirt you used as pajamas.
The pad of your index finger slowly traced your clit through your panties, the sudden stimulation making you bite your lip lightly. Moving your fingers down and pushing your underwear to the side, you gathered some of the arousal dripping out of you, using it to add more slick to your clit.
Setting a steady pace, you began to rub circle shapes on the sensitive spot, small whimpers leaving your mouth. It was wrong, but you couldn't help the images of your dad's best friends from plaguing your mind; Remus' rough and scarred hands wrapped around your throat as Sirius pounds into you.
As the pressure in your abdomen built and your legs began to shake, you failed to notice that the noises you were making had increased in volume-- catching the attention of the very two men you were thinking of.
In your foggy state of mind, you didn't hear the footsteps creeping towards your room and the bedroom door slowly opening. Both Sirius and Remus were now watching you, Sirius leaned against the doorframe and the lycanthrope stood behind him with a smirk.
"Having fun there, puppy?" Sirius finally spoke as you were just about to reach your high. You jumped and yanked your hand from your underwear, red tinting your face as you looked up, "Pads-,"
"No need to stop on our account, dove," Remus interrupted you, motioning his hand in your direction, "Go ahead, looked like you were getting close," Sirius chuckled, crossing his arms and looking into your eyes with pure lust.
Biting your bottom lip, you slowly spread your thighs, bringing your hand to your dripping cunt. "Take those off, dove, wanna see your pretty little pussy," Remus ordered, now moving to sit himself down on the two-seater sofa in the corner of the room.
Sirius joined him, giving you an encouraging nod as he leant back and rested his tattooed palm against the growing bulge in his sweatpants. Not wanting to waste any more of their time, you pulled down your lace panties, discarding them to the side and falling back into your previous position.
Spreading your legs once again, you brought your fingers to your entrance to push the slick up to your clit-- moans leaving your lips due to the oncoming release you so desperately craved.
"Naughty girl, making yourself cum in front of two older men," Sirius groaned, palming at his cock, "What would Prongs think, hm? Puppy whoring herself out for us," His degrading words went straight to your cunt, bringing you right to the edge as you let out a whorish moan.
"Please, gods," you whimpered, legs starting to shake as your pace increased, "Wanna cum,"
"Please, what?" Remus growled, leaning forward in his seat so he was closer to you. You whimpered at his tone, "Please, daddy," He shot you a grin, falling back in his seat and lifting his arm slightly in your direction.
"Go ahead, dove," As soon as the words left his lips, you gave in, closing your eyes and throwing your head back as waves of pleasure hit you. Your breath became heavy as you came down from your high, a rush of dopamine spreading through your body.
"Now that," Sirius stood up from his seat, walking over to you and cupping your cheek with his hand, "That was fucking hot, can't wait to have you creaming on my cock, pup,"
You whimpered, leaning into his touch, "Please, daddy, need you so bad,"
Sirius chuckled, patting your cheek before leaning down and connecting your lips; the kiss was rough, and full of lust. He climbed on top of you, his left leg planted right in between your thighs-- pressing against your sensitive clit.
Panting lightly, you pulled away from the kiss when the sound of shuffling clothes caught your attention. Looking towards Remus, who had now moved to opposite side of the bed, you saw that he had pushed down his sweatpants-- the tip of his cock red and leaking precum as it slapped against his bare stomach.
"You gonna be good and suck my cock, dove?" the lycanthrope asked with a slight grin. You nodded, shuffling under Sirius and crawling over to the brunette. Licking your lips, you opened your mouth so you could take him.
Remus groaned when he pushed into your mouth, wrapping his hands in your hair to make a make-shift ponytail, "Fuck, who knew little Y/N had such a slutty mouth?" Sirius muttered, pushing down his own pants to release his erection.
Moaning around his cock, you took Remus deeper, gagging lightly when his tip hit the back of your throat. "S'like heaven, Pads," he mumbled, trying his best not to give in and fuck your throat.
Sirius chuckled, putting a hand on your lower back and pushing down so your ass was raised higher, "Can't be better than this cunt," he spoke, running a finger down your slit, "So fucking wet, such a slut,"
The degrading made you bob your head faster, wanting nothing more than to taste Remus' load. His grip on your hair tightened as he started to slowly rock his hips, a sign that he was getting close to his release, "Fuck, dove, gonna cum down that slutty little throat," he grunted.
Pushing two fingers inside you, Sirius started to stretch you out, making you swallow around Remus from the sudden burst of pleasure that ran through you. Moans left his lips as he came, shooting his load down your throat.
"Swallow," he spat, pulling his length from your mouth, "All of it,"
You obeyed, your eyes fluttering closed as you drank every last drop of his cum, the salty taste leaving an imprint on your tastebuds. "So fucking tight, pup," the animagus muttered, speeding up the movement of his fingers.
"So good, daddy," you moaned, pushing your hips back on his hand. A gasp left your lips when he landed a smack on your ass, "Don't be so fucking needy," Sirius spat, "Lucky your even getting m'fingers,"
Your legs started to shake, your second orgasm of the night approaching quickly as the tips of Sirius' fingers attacked that special spot inside of you, "C-close," you babbled, shutting your eyes and pushing your head into the mattress beneath you.
You whimpered when Sirius pulled away, leaving you feeling empty. "No need for that, dove," Remus spoke, lifting your head and patting your cheek, "Pad's gonna fuck you good real soon,"
Nodding, you stopped pouting and bit your lip, preparing yourself to feel Sirius inside of you. A small gasp left your lips when you felt his cock prod at your entrance, spreading your arousal around the tip.
"You ready, pup?" Sirius leant over you and muttered in your ear, one hand holding your hip and the other pressing down on your shoulder blade. You nodded mindlessly, pressing your hips back into him, "Please, daddy, need your cock,"
That's all he needed to hear before slamming his hips forward, not giving you time to adjust to his length and setting a brutal pace. You nearly screamed, letting your head hang as your body jolted with every thrust.
Remus wrapped your hair around his fingers, tugging on it harshly to lift your head up, "So fucking loud, this'll shut you up," he growled, shoving three fingers in your mouth. You gagged at the intrusion, eyes welling with tears as he pressed down on your tongue.
"God, this pussy feels so good," Sirius moaned, moving the hand that was on your hip down to circle at your clit. Shutting your eyes, you moaned around the lycanthrope's fingers as pleasure overwhelmed you.
"Fuckin' slut loves something in her mouth," Remus chuckled, bending down on his knees so he was eye-level with you, still keeping his fingers pressed firmly on your tongue.
"M' gonna cum, daddy," you managed to gargle around the large, calloused digits in your mouth, "Please,"
Sirius' thrusts started to get sloppy and loud grunts and moans left his lips, a tell-tale sign that he was just as close as you, "Just 'cause you said please, puppy," he leant over to suck at your neck, leaving dark marks, "C'mon, cum around m'cock,"
Dark spots painted your vision as you came, moaning loudly around Remus's fingers and shutting your eyes. "Gonna fill you up, pup," Sirius groaned, leaning back up and gripping your waist tight.
The lycanthrope pulled his hand away from for your face, allowing you to bury your head in the blanket below you as Sirius released inside you, painting your walls white with his seed.
"Would y'look at that," he smirked as he pulled out, leaning down to inspect his cum dripping of out you and dripping down your shaking thighs. Remus moved so he was beside the animagus, "Little whore looks so pretty full of your cum,"
You let out a whimper as he traced a finger up your slit, gathering the cum that had leaked out and pushing it inside you, "Shh, dove," he muttered, moving his finger so it was pressed against your G-spot, "Gotta make sure it stays in,"
happy mvm!!! hopefully this means you’re a bit less stressed, and truly you deserve a break! so excited to see what people are requesting and what strikes inspiration with you!!
I came here with a humble request of my own. what about cam girl! reader with dbf!remus? like maybe remus has been watching her streams/videos and loves her moans and whatnot but only recognizes it’s her when he sees some sort of jewelry or tattoo or whatever of hers?
as always, don’t feel pressured to write any of that!
thank uuuu sending you so many hugs <333
today is multiverse monday! send me any au you can think of :)
honestly i'm not less stressed at all akskfjdsf i really should have called mvm off again this week but i didn't have the heart! so now i'm writing my essay between blurbs <3
this post is 18+, minors dni.
"Pass the salt please, dad?" You gesture towards the shaker across the table, and Remus acts as the middle man, passing it from your dad to you.
"Thanks," You shoot him a sweet grin, and when you roll up your sleeve to ensure that it doesn't dip into the potatoes that you're salting, Remus catches a glimpse of something on your wrist.
"I didn't know you had a tattoo," He muses, squinting at the small sliver of the design he can see.
"Oh! Yeah," You laugh, sheepishly so as you yank your sleeve even further up, "I got it for my birthday this past year."
Remus thinks it's unfair that you show him the ink right after he takes a sip from his glass of water. He chokes on it, throat convulsing as his eyes trace the familiar tattoo against your skin. He's seen it biweekly for a year now, an up-and-coming amateur camgirl that he'd taken a particular liking to. His eyes often drifted to the art when her- when your fingers dipped below the waistline of your pretty cotton panties, camera resting on your stomach to show the slick soaking your digits.
He feels a few harsh slaps on his back by your father to help him with his cough, but he thinks he deserves them across the face for wanking to the man's daughter for eleven months. You're by no means a child, you're well past your 18th birthday, but he's sure if he were ever caught, your father would not act kindly towards him.
"That's- that's lovely, darling." He smiles at you, tears gathering at the corners of his eyes from the pain in his chest. His mind is running rampant with all of the times you've ever touched him with the same hands you touch yourself with, thinking about the brush of your fingers against his just seconds ago when he'd passed you the salt.
"I like it," You hum, rolling your wrist and curling your fingers in on themselves, the sight of them arched on display a familiar one to Remus's eyes.
He's glad his napkin is spread over his lap when he finally clears his throat, nodding and stuffing his mouth with food as soon as he finishes speaking, "It suits you well."
prompt: dad’s best friend!remus x rich girl!reader
You look over your shoulder with widened, doe-like eyes at the sudden call of your name and Remus watches as recognition immediately dawns over you. Apparent fondness softening your brows and coaxing your glossed lips into the familiar lopsided smile that seemed to be reserved for him alone.
“Remus! What are you doing here?” You ask, irises glinting as you spared a raking glance over his form. Although the execution isn’t as subtle and slick as you may have believed it to be, because he catches it. Ultimately choosing not to address your brief but rovering looks, as was custom with the two of you.
“Grabbing a few things for Ted.” He begins to explain as you abandon the shelf of clothing-based charm books you’d been perusing before he’d gained your attention. “Dora and I have read, and reread, his current collection of bedtime stories into the ground. Figured it’s time it gets refreshed.”
“If you’d like, I have a few childhood favorites laying around at home that I wouldn’t mind giving to him. They’re just collecting dust with me, and I suppose I could write to mum to send one or two by post as well.” You speak softly, pressing an odd assortment of goods closer to your bosom as you look away distractedly, deep in thought.
It was apparent that with or without a basket, you’d set half the shop down onto the cash wrap if you found it was all to your liking.
“But your eyes were too big for your arms, weren’t they?” He chuckled audibly, directly causing your cheeks, ears and the nape of your neck to burn in embarrassment.
Your breath particularly catches when he proceeds to stoop down and relieve you of the weight entirely. Scooping up the items into his larger hands with optimum ease, before he mutters, “I’ll hold these. Run and grab a basket now, dear.” and it very plainly is not a question, no matter how gently he says it.
You quickly skitter off and return to where he stood, his back to one of the many aged wooden shelves as he coolly surveyed his surroundings like a man seasoned at individually reading the intentions of an entire crowd.
You’d always liked this about him, how he appeared to be aware of who was around him and what they had done, were doing and intended to do. It was a quality of his that never failed to make you feel safe no matter where you were or what time it was.
Bashfully flicking your eyes from his hands to his face repeatedly, he pretends not to notice, instead busying himself with setting your haul into the golden-coated wire basket before proceeding to take it from you.
“Were you planning on getting anything else on your mission to procure the entire shop?” He inquires teasingly, ignoring your puzzled stare at his silent insistence to continue carrying your things; nodding his head towards the shelf you’d previously been occupied with.
“Um, there wasn’t anything in particular I really needed, other than some parchment and ink.” You answer walking closer to the books containing a large variety of various pattern drawing, fabric cutting, figure draping and sewing charms for future magical seamstresses.
“Did Da tell you? I start my apprenticeship at Madam Malkin’s later this week. I thought I ought to busy myself with something that didn’t include worrying nonstop.” You turn to look back at him and he nods at the information which lined up with what he’d known.
“He may have mentioned something to that effect a mere half a dozen times, the last I saw him.” Remus says before laughing at the way you huff exasperatedly with a roll of your eyes. “He’s proud of you, pup. We all are. You’ll do well, that I’m certain.”
You nod quietly before releasing a great sigh and turning to look up at him, “Well! I’m all sorted. What about Teddy’s books?”
“I could use some help, if you don’t mind accompanying me to the kid’s section.” He answers with his usual polite smile.
It doesn’t take the two of you very long to pick out a nice array of children’s books suited for a four year old, and after half an hour, you’re both very pleased with your bounty.
By the time you reach the queue however, Remus is still pointedly holding the handle of the basket, the bottom sagging under the weight of its contents.
“I can pay for my things, Rem.” You pluck up the courage to say as the last person ahead of you walks up to the register.
“Let me handle it this time, dear.” He answers kindly, but you’re still eyeing the heap rather worriedly. Going over the mental list of everything you’d feverishly grabbed: multiple hard cover books, handmade parchment and authentic feather quills…
He was by no means in a bad place financially, and hadn’t been since he got with Tonks, but you’d always been keenly aware of his condition and how great a strain it posed to his ability to work and conserve his strength and health.
Acknowledging your rather comical expression of muted horror and nervous wringing hands, he attempts to reassure you yet again, “It’s my treat dear, I wholeheartedly insist.”
“No Rem, really.” You whine pleadingly, looking from the cashier beginning to finish with the customer ahead of you, and back to the stubbornly nice lycanthrope. “It’s a lot of things, it’d be selfish of me to let you-“ but he interrupts you with a harmless squeeze and yank of your nose, your fingers springing up to cup your face as your eyes water- more from the unusual sensation than from any real pain caused.
“Remus!” You protest, voice nasally and dampened through clasped palms.
“At your age, I wouldn’t want you to be anything other than spoiled rotten. Especially with how hard you work. Let this old man do his part, hm?” He arches a sandy blonde brow, lips still fixed in the same warm smile as you stare up at him with a pout.
“You’re not that old, Rem.” You mumble, finally looking away in acquiescence and dropping your hands in defeat.
Seeming pleased, he briefly wraps a warm arm around your shoulders, pressing an overfond kiss into the baby hairs at your temple. “That’s a good girl.”
Feeling equal parts antagonized and flustered, you allow the need to get the last word in win. “And Siri always says that’s his and Da’s job.” To which he lets out a low chortle at the mention of your doting godfather.
“Trust me when I say I have no doubts that they perform the task dutifully.”
Remus: My tongue was down in your throat just a second ago and now you're calling me mate??
maybe this with dbf!remus? if you can think of a way
"i'm sorry. i'm sorry." you're clapping a hand over your mouth in a guffaw, turning your cheek to hide the burning heat of your cheeks into the pillow upon which you rest your head.
remus stills, hands bracing his weight besides your head. your cunt is pulsating around him, belly bulging with the swell of him.
"i know i didn't hear you call me that again. especially now that i've got you on my cock."
Great! I was really hoping you would because I love your dialogues sm. Maybe something where dbf James/ Remus/ Sirius is trying to teach you how to drive but you keep getting distracted by them, like their arms or hands or voice or general existence?
Why do one when you can do all three?
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“I don’t think she’s listening, prongs,” Sirius laughed from the backseat.
James stopped his explaining, focusing on your face and how gone you looked. Your focus was on the wheel, or more accurately, on James’ hands on the wheel; if Sirius hadn’t pointed it out, he probably would have thought you were just listening very intently. A soft pink tint painted your cheeks as you nibbled softly at your bottom lip, looking as if you were paying attention.
“Where do you think she’s gone off to?” Remus grinned, watching as you just kept staring, not even registering that they weren’t talking about the car anymore.
“Bunny?” Remus tried, with no luck, making all three of them laugh.
Sirius leaned a hand forward, taking your chin in his hand, forcing you to snap out of your trance, “pup, you there?”
You blinked a couple of times, “huh? I mean… yeah, I’m listening.”
Again, they all laughed. You blushed as you realized you’d been caught, you pulled awkwardly at your fingers.
James took your hand in his strong one, making you gulp audibly; he brought it to his lips, kissing your knuckles as he smirked.
“Why don’t you tell us what you’re thinking about in that pretty little head of yours, sweetheart?”
You opened your mouth to speak, but no words came out as you tried to think of a believable story - none seemingly coming to mind.
“Uhm… driving..?”
Even though it was an answer it sounded more like a question.
“Well, bunny, I think we better call it a day…- let’s go inside and practice your kind of driving,” Remus smirked.
