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?”
Imagine step dad Remus BUT he’s also doctor and he have his office at home so when you tell your daddy that you feel strange and all tingly down there, he lost his shits.
And bcs he’s doctor, he will take it all with professional names. He has you lying on the medical bed, legs spread and ultrasound on your stomach. “So this is the inside of your vagina, and right here, there is your entrance.” he pointed at the screen. “And everytime you’ll have those ugly tingles, you’ll come to daddy, and daddy will help you.”
“And how, daddy?”
“Like this princess.” he turned his head back to screen. “Daddy will push the tip of his cock into your entrance and will fuck you until it’s all gone.”
“Daddy you’re long.” you gasped as you see his cock in you. “I know, and you’re taking me so well.” he started to picking up his pace. “And your tummy will start to tightening and your walls too, see?”
“And this is your cervix, sweetie.” he said and you saw how his tip touched your cervix. “See? They’re giving a kissie each other.” he chuckled. “Kissie.” he said everytime he hit your cervix.
“I want a kissie too.” you pointed and he leaned down to kiss you.
“See princess? Your walls are tightening.”
“I see daddy.”
“And then you’ll give daddy your cummies and daddy will give you his cummies.” And when he felt he’s about to cum, he stopped and turned your gaze to the screen. “Look, Daddy is about to cum into your little cunny .” he said and then you say some liquid coming from his tip that filled you. “Daddy you’re filling me with your cummies!” you giggled and he came even more. “And that’s how we will cure you from all those tingles.” he smiled. “Can feel your cummies in me.” You said and placed your hands on your stomach over his cock.
Imagine imagine imagine, Step dad Remus getting jealous after you come home from a date for multiverse Monday
today is multiverse monday! send me any au you can think of :)
a quick note: i totally understand if you're not into stepcest! i personally am not upset by it as my boundaries are sexually illegal acts, and it's not illegal. but everyone has different boundaries, and this happens to be the darkest thing i've ever posted on this blog. i understand if you want no part of this, so if you'd like to avoid this content in the future, block #dark mei (at the bottom of this post) to avoid it! I will not judge you for not wanting to read this or see it, and i ask that you please do not send hate towards me for writing it, or the anon for requesting it. everyone has different tastes, and i'm here to indulge pretty much anything that isn't illegal.
on with the blurb! this post is 18+ and dark, minors dni. reader is 18+ in this.
The front door creaked ominously as you stepped through it, and you let out a soft hiss at the sound. You couldn’t afford your mum knowing you were out this late. You couldn’t imagine the lecture you’d get from her, about responsibility, trust, and rule following. You managed to shut it without making a sound, sighing in relief as you turned around, when your eyes caught sight of a figure standing in the doorway.
Your breath caught in your throat as you flattened yourself against the door, eyes wide as you processed who was standing in front of you. Remus stared down at you coolly, eyes set in an unimpressed glare.
“Would you like to tell me what you were doing out at one in the morning?”
You’d never heard your stepdad this angry before. Though his face rested in a deceivingly mild glare, his voice was laced with venomous rage that far outweighed any that your mother had ever hit you with.
“I was just...” You tried coming up with something that he wouldn’t be mad at, or at least, the least mad at, “I was-”
“Don’t you dare lie to me,” Remus spat, striding forwards to stand only a few feet in front of you, “What were you doing?”
“I was on a date,” You admitted, your voice hushed and tearful, “Please don’t be mad at me.”
The word date had his eyes flashing with an unreadable glint, but he stared at you with it for only a moment before his frown became even more hard-set.
“A date? With who?”
“Just a boy.” You weren’t sure why he was asking, it’s not like he would have known the names of anyone you were interested in anyways. He tended to steer clear of topics surrounding your love life, you assumed it was awkward for him to imagine his step daughter getting it on with someone.
Remus took a moment to breathe deeply, some of the animosity running away from his expression, “Well, I hope you said goodbye to him. You won’t be seeing him anymore, you won’t be seeing any boys anymore for that matter.”
“What?!” You protested, inching forwards off of the door, “But you can’t do that! I’m eighteen, I’m a legal adult!” You could see whoever you wanted to! Who was he to tell you you weren’t allowed to date?
“I know, sweetheart,” Remus’s frown flipped, a wry grin on his lips, “That’s why I’ve got to keep you safe. Anyone could come along and have at you, so I’ve gotta be sure you’re safe with me.”
You groaned, the image of your love life being terminated because of some bullshit overprotectiveness flooding your brain, “That’s not fair at all!”
“Maybe not,” He watched you storm up the stairs to your bedroom, that unreadable glint back in his eyes, “But I’m not taking my chances.”
what about stepbro!remus?? or stalker!stepdad!remus😵💫
for stebro!remmy imagine he’s a gamer (i’m adding too many tropes) and you’re mega innocent so when remus has you cockwarm him, telling you you’re taking care of him like a good sister, you don’t see anything wrong with it. and you’re always giddy to do it because it gets your princess parts tingly. but you can’t move so your stuck watching him play his game, occasionally being surprised by his vibrating remote right where you need it — UGH
and stalker!stepdad!remmy puts a camera in your room (again, innocent!reader) and you’re asking why and he says he just wants to look after his princess, when i’m reality it’s so he can jerk off to you while you sleep. why? two reasons. somno kink, and he’d been going in your room at night, every night for two weeks prior, training your dreams to only be of him making your “tummy ache” go away. but turns out he’d been looking at you for so long, planning out perfectly how to get to you. marrying your mother just for that purpose of being able to bury himself deep into your cunt😵💫😵💫
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give me some time to cool off, this was *chef’s fucking kiss* the first trope had me bad, but then stepdad!remmy came into it and i was blushing !! you know what i like, and you never disappoint, bunny <33
waking up from a deep sleep you’d whimper, the strange feeling of your walls stretching around something really big; pulsing inside of you and ever so slowly pulling out again.
blinking your eyes and rubbing at them with closed fists, your eyes adjusting to the dark to find none other than your mother’s new husband; your new step dad.
“r-remmy, what’re you doing?” you’d stutter sleepily, walls contracting around his thickened cock and he’d swipe a thumb against your cheek before feeding it between your lips — having you suckle on it for comfort.
“you were moaning in your sleep, sweetheart- sounded like you were having a bad dream.” he’d speak while thrusting inward, a squeal erupting from your occupied mouth. “thought i’d fix it and make it all better- make your dreams all lovely again.”
grunts would sound throughout his chest, and whenever he’d bottom out, your clit would brush along the taut skin of his lower-stomach.
“you just go back to sleep, okay? ‘n’ better try not to make anymore noise, sweet girl, just in case you wake your momma up.”
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."
step!dad Remus walking into stepdaughter!readers room after he hears sobs coming from it. He asks you what's wrong and you tell him that your boyfriend cheated on you, he says something about how you should've listened to him when he said he wasn't good for you, he starts comforting you and asks if you can do something to make you feel better as he starts rubbing the inside of your thigh and when you nod he tells you spread your legs and you listen to him cause your daddy knows best
akskfjakd yes
you’re lying back on the bed with him between your legs and his fingers just working mercilessly against you. you’re writhing against the bed with tears of pleasure falling from your eyes.
he notices your tears and smiles “see angel, this is the only way any man should have you crying. daddy’s gonna make it all better.”
