It starts the year after the prank, after Sirius’s suspension, after Dumbledore’s tight-lipped damage control. Remus tries to apologize, once. Snape just spits, “Keep your monster leashed, next time.”
But after that, something changes.
They argue during prefect rounds. About rule violations, about curfews, about each other’s very existence.
Sometimes Remus gets too close. Sometimes Severus gets too quiet.
The first time it happens, it’s in a nook behind a suit of armor just after detention. Severus shoves Remus against the wall and snarls something cruel about dogboys and monsters. Remus snarls back, teeth flashing—and then they’re kissing. Biting. Bruising. Hands in robes. Guilt like fire in the throat.
They never talk about it. But it happens again.
And again.
It becomes a ritual: the fighting, the sick need, the silence. They hurt each other in all the ways they’re allowed.
And sometimes, late at night, when Remus is alone, he thinks about how Snape never flinches from his scarred skin, how he knows what Remus is and still kisses him like it’s a curse worth dying from.
Severus never admits anything. But once, he touches the crescent scar above Remus’s collarbone and says, “You’re not the only one who got marked.”
Years later, when the war is in full swing and they’re on opposite sides, Remus still thinks about that.
in light of remus’s birthday here’s a little blurb for him❤️❤️
summary: sub!remus, dom!reader, tied hands, edging, overstim, aftercare no use of y/n and no mommy kink lmk if i missed anything
“f-fuck…” he murmured, gently bucking his hips into your hand to gain more friction. his face was red, a thin layer of sweat starting to form at his hairline. his hands tied behind his back and his cock red and glistening from your hour of torture on the boy.
“aww.. poor baby remmy,” you cooed, rubbing your thumb against the slit of his cock. Remus gasped and bucked his hips once more. you laughed and bent down in your spot between his legs, slowly licking a stripe up his cock. “does remmy need to cum? poor babys been aching for ages i bet,” you pouted, but continued your manipulation.
Remus moaned at your words,”gah- been so- so achy dove, please.. shit.. please.” the boy begged, so you did the only nice thing you could think of and sped up your motions. “cmon baby, you got it..” you whispered, twisting your hand around his cock, precum leaking from his tip.
“shit- dove- im gonna cum…” Remus moaned, his legs starting to shake. You quickly got him right to the edge, but just before he climaxed, you withdrew your hand for the sixth time. “f-fuck.. no- baby please,” the boy begged and whimpered. his hips thrusting into thin air, hands clawing at the bed sheets under him.
you smirked, and slowly started stroking his cock again. “i guess since it’s your birthday..” you shrugged, leaned up and kissed his lips. “ugh- fuck thank you-“ he groaned. you smiled at him before bending down and taking his cock in your mouth. you quickly bobbed your head up and down.
“oh- fuckk..” Remus groaned, and squeezed his eyes shut, trying to keep still but his hips had a mind of their own. You put a hand on his thigh to keep him from moving. you released his dick with a pop, “stay still or i won’t let you cum after all.” you gently smacked his thigh. “yes dove..”
you went back to sucking him off, hollowing out your cheeks and swirling your tongue in his tip. “fuck- dove- can i? please- ohmygod!” he whimpered and moaned. his whole body squirming for the stimulation. “mhm” you hummed around his cock, the vibrations sending a shock up remus’s spine. He came with a loud groan, his cum spilling down your throat. “holy shit..”
you popped off him, gave him a quick smirk, and started stroking his now softening cock again. His eyes became wide and his mouth fell open in a high pitched moan. “oh fuck- dove-“ you laughed and released your hold. “oh i’m just kidding remmy. let’s get ya cleaned up baby.” he panted and laughed, “oh thank merlin..” you grabbed your wand and quickly used a cleaning charm and undid his hand restraints. you tapped his side, telling him to lift his hands out from under him. he did so, and you checked to make sure his wrists weren’t irritated.
after checking for any marks and scrapes on your favorite boy, you snuggled close to remus, covering you two in the blankets. “happy birthday remmy..” you kissed his cheek and started playing with his hair. he gave you that shy smile of his, and leaned over and kissed you.
(so this was written, edited and posted all in one sitting, and less then an hour. it’s probably bad, but i wanted to post something for my favorite favorite man. and i’ve also been on a sub remus spiral, but i don’t think my writing is doing him justice. i hope you enjoyed my little story❤️)
"dont even try" is so cute! can we see more of sub remus with his mafia doms?
“Siri, you think we could go outside today?” Remus asked batting his eyelashes. He knew his eyes made Sirius weak. “No baby. We already said no.” His answer made remus secretly roll his eyes.
He walked into the kitchen where you and James were discussing something that looked very secretive. He put a pout on before pushing out his bottom lip. “Hey bunny, what’s got you all pouty?” You asked gesturing for him to come to you.
“I just want to go outside today” he mumbled. “Maybe we can go shopping for an hour, can’t have our boy all bored in the house now can we?” James suggested making Remus eyes light up.
“Sirius! Go get the car!” James yelled. “For what?” Sirius asked walking into the room. “We’re going shopping” you said making Sirius raise his eyebrow. “Oh really? Remus didnt I tell you no?” Sirius asked making Remus turn red.
“What did we say about asking one of us if the other one said no?” Sirius said grabbing the small boys chin to look at him. “Not to. M’sorry. I just wanted to go outside.” You cooed mockingly at his words knowing your nice attitude will fade once you punish the boy.
i was wondering if u could write a fic with sub remus x dom fem reader where remus is in a skirt or something? its fine if u don't want to.
much love!
Skirts and eyeliners
Remus in a skirt has my blood pressure going📈
Thank you for the idea love!
Warning: 18+
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Remus wasn‘t one to just cower away and try to fit in a crowd. He really didn‘t care what others thought, having survived much more painful things just hardened him over time. So here he was, batting his eyeliner painted eyes and prancing around in a skirt. Remus really knew how to push your buttons.
You checked him out from head to toe as he approached the table and raised your brow at his knowing smirk. He really did look amazing, with his long legs on display, proudly showing his scars. Doc martens made heavy sounds as he sauntered over and plopped down next to you.
„Hey Missy“ he grinned and let out a chuckle when you gave him a strict look.
„Missy?“
„Sorry, sorry. Good morning, ma‘am.“
You just rolled your eyes and tapped you lips, making him grin and press a kiss on your mouth.
He pulled away with a „Muah“ and you laughed softly, kissing his cheek.
„I take it you like my skirt?“
„Fuck yes, makes my ass look so nice. No wonder why you‘re wearing it all the time.“
You smiled, pleased that he enjoyed wearing it just as much as you enjoyed seeing him wear it.
„Sirius is so jealous“ he kept talking „keeps saying that he wants one as well.“
You shrugged and made a thoughtful sound. „I‘ll give him one.“
Remus glared at you sharply. „No!“
You jumped at the volume on his tone, furrowing your brows. „Excuse me, Remus?“ This time you made sure to squeeze his chin tight and hold his eyes. „What was that?“
He lowered his eyes when he heard the unmistakable edge in your voice, which indicated that he had to threat very carefully now.
„I just“ he let out a frustrated huff „I don‘t want you to share your stuff with him.“
Your hand squeezed harder and you bit back a fond smile at his jealousy. „So you thought telling me no is better? Tsk, you know how much I hate that word.“
„I know, I‘m sorry“ he said, still not looking up at you.
„And why do I hate it, Remus?“
He gulped, looking up at you when you jerked his chin a little. „‘Couse it makes me sound like a brat and you hate brats.“
„Precisely. Let‘s make sure you don‘t forget, hm?“
He glanced around nervously in the empty classroom, craning his neck to look out the door into the hallway.
„Right here?“ he asked, biting his lip.
You stroked his cheek gently, fingernails scraping his stubble. „Is there a problem with that?“
He quickly shook his head and knelt on the ground, pushing your skirt up as he let out a rushed, „No, mistress.“
„Good boy. Prepare me and I‘ll fuck your cock“ you drawled sweetly, pushing his head down.
He put two fingers in his mouth, coating them with his spit and rubbed them on your cunt. You put your legs on the table behind him, spreading yourself wide.
„Inside, now.“
Remus pushed his fingers in, his head resting on your inner thigh as he watched your hole clench around him, your clit swollen and begging for his touch. But he waited, whining quietly as he blinked up at you.
„Suck my clit, boy.“
You let out a hum when you felt him suck you softly, three fingers moving inside of you in lazy thrusts. You tugged his head back when you he started to get more aggressive.
Stroking his hair you kept your voice soft. „Tell me what you want, Remus.“
His eyes shuddered closed when he felt your nails on his scalp, pushing into your grip much like a cat. You smiled at the thought, werewolf turned to purring kitten.
„Want you to fuck my cock with your pretty cunt, ma‘am.“ Remus turned his head to kiss your wrist, a lewd smile on his pink lips. His eyes seemed brighter due to the pitch black liner around them.
You couldn‘t resist, not him, and leaned down to kiss him hard, eagerly swallowing his gasps and moans as he pressed himself to your body. Everytime you pulled back he would follow, like a magnet, drawn to the taste of your lips.
„Please“ he murmured „please fuck me, mistress.“
You pulled him up with you and positioned him on the table, his back flush against the hard surface. You stroked his thighs with your soft palms, watching him arch his back when you finally pushed his skirt up, exposing lacey underwear.
„Only for you“ he gasped when you trailed your fingertips over the head of his leaking cock.
„Look at my pretty boy“ you cooed „Always so prepared for his mistress, hm?“
You watched him breathe deeply, eyes closed in bliss. You couldn‘t take it anymore, leaning down to lick up the little pool of precum and Remus jerked violently, not expecting your mouth.
„Oh“ he gasped, forcing himself to lay still as you wrapped you lips around the tip, suckling softly. „Oh, mistress“ he groaned.
You pulled away with a pop and crawled over the impatient boys lap. Both of you moaned and you slowly took him in, a high pitched sound escaping you when you felt every ridge and bumb of his cock inside of you. Remus stretched his arms over his head, baring his throat to you and you just moaned at the sight, panting hard when you rode him fast.
God, the way he laid there and let you do anything to him without a single complain made you want to make him cum so hard he‘d forget his name. Remus was laying there so openly and vulnerable, a position no teenage boy in his right mind would initiate. But Remus relished in it, having no qualms about gifting his all to you.
„Touch me“ you cried out when you felt a familiar hot sensation in your belly „touch me Remus“
Remus instantly wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you down to pound up inside of your cunt. The pace was fast as you pushed against each other like horny teenagers who had just found out about orgasm.
„Gonna cum“ Remus whined and kissed you „Please!“
„Cum“ you cried out, grinding down harshly and the sensation of your clit ribbing against his pubic bone made you cum hard. Remus pulled you tighter to his body and he spilled himself inside of your greedy hole, whining and writhing beneath you the entire time.
Laying there you made out some more, licking and sighing into each others mouth wetly.
„See what that fucking skirt does to me?“ you breathed, biting his lip in warning when Remus laughed.
Summary: Janus and Logan are both in love with Remus, it’s just a matter of who can convince Remus of their feelings first.
Trigger warnings: NSFW, real hardcore insecurity, not the healthiest habits, rough sex, being caught (kind of, they’re not walked in on), mention of abusive and negligent past exes who neglected proper BDSM rules, some very rude degrading self talk, sl*t as an endearing term
Genre: Hurt/Comfort smut (Sub Remus, dom Logan, switch Janus), intruloceit
Written by: Virgil & Claire
Edited by: Virgil
A/N: This is completely written, so unlike Sweet On You, the whole thing should be posted relatively quickly/consistently lmao. We set out to write a quick one shot and then wrote an angsty 40 pages. ~Virgil
Remus fell in love with Janus the moment they moved in together.
He walked through the door with his arms loaded with half-closed luggage, and when he saw the man standing in the kitchenette, he realized what a mistake he had made responding to the ad. He was thin, with vitiligo paling his otherwise tan skin. His hair was dyed yellow, with floofy bangs that hung in his gray eyes.
Without looking back, Janus hummed softly. "Hello, you're certainly not welcome… Come in and put your things down? You would be Remus, I presume."
Remus cleared his throat and tried not to stumble over his words. “Yep!” He kicked the door shut and dropped his luggages with a loud clatter. “Yeah, that’s me, Remus. You’re, uh, you’re not Janus, are you?” Surely this was Janus’ super hot boyfriend— Not someone Remus had to converse with regularly without imagining him… Just, never mind.
"I am… I hope you weren't expecting a female…" A frown crossed his face as he turned, showing black painted nails as he tapped his cracked lips. "That would be unfortunate indeed."
Remus coughed. He was, actually. “That’s not the problem here,” he said cheerfully, quickly averting his gaze from Janus’ nails, his mouth. “The ad sure didn’t warn me I’d have to be able to withstand sexy roommate syndrome.”
Surprised laughter bubbled from his lips as he leaned on the counter. "Oh, my… You're quite a charmer, aren't you? At least you didn't run. I promise not to bite unless asked~?"
Remus shuddered. “Which way’s my room?” He squeaked. Don’t pounce your new roommate. Real shitty first impression.
Waving him to follow, he labeled the rooms, opening Remus' door for him. "I do hope you're not afraid of snakes, or the gays~?"
“Snakes?” Remus grinned and bounced after him. “You have snakes?!”
Nodding, he smiled. "I shall introduce you after you unpack and we eat dinner?"
Remus flushed dark red. “You want me to eat with you?” His voice came out a little more subdued.
Janus nodded with a frown. "Yes? It's rather important to me to make sure people I know are taking care of themselves— Just ask the debate team! I bring snacks and water to every practice debate."
“Well…” Remus straightened up with a grin. “Then I’ll help cook!”
Remus rushed back to the front door and grabbed one of his overstuffed suitcases, which had bursted open upon impact, and dragged it towards his room. Dirty laundry, lewd comics, and crinkled sketchbooks trailed behind.
Picking up after him, Janus nodded. "That sounds entirely doable…. Split the food budget and alternate dish duty then?"
“Mhm!”
Remus got all of his shit into his room, and throughout dinner, he had somehow managed to not slobber all over everywhere staring at Janus. He wasn’t… Entirely prepared for his roommate to be so hot and so gay. So he had fallen pretty fast, and then tucked away any notion of his feelings being returned. For safety.
That was pretty simple, until he met Logan.
Frowning softly, Logan nearly ran over someone in the sidewalk, stumbling and holding his bag. "Terribly sorry… Do you know where 241 is?"
Remus brightened up. He’d had a pretty shitty morning, what with walking into the kitchenette to find Janus shirtless and somehow Remus spilled hot bacon grease on him, but this boy was extremely cute. Any excuse to get his mind off the embarrassment!
“I sure do!” A predatory grin slid over Remus’ face as he squinted up at him, the sun in his eyes. “Headed there right now, why don’t I escort you and keep you safe from all the assholes headed that way?”
"A capital idea indeed… Would that indicate that you are also taking anatomy lab at this time?" Falling into step with the smaller boy, a small smile tugged at his lips. He's too cute… That streak in his hair, the mustache. I want to know how that would feel. Oh, dear.
“Mhm!” Remus’s cheery voice, and his arm wrapping around Logan’s, broke him out of his daze. “Right now and later tonight if you’re up for it!”
Blushing, he nodded. "Perhaps… See if you can keep up with me as a lab partner and then we can see if you're still up for more~?"
Remus looked up in surprise. His shitty pickup lines never worked! He laughed a bit. “Are you shitting me?”
"If you are truthfully asking and can put up with my, admittedly very dominating, personality, I see no reason to not try at least a one night arrangement. Unless you were joking and are in fact straight?" He tipped his head gently with a smirk.
Remus shivered in excitement. When was the last time he was dommed? He ruffled Logan’s hair and giggled. “I can handle you if you can handle me!” He yanked him into class, picking the seat next to Logan and glaring at anyone who tries to sit near them.
Laughing lightly, Logan hummed, setting up his workspace carefully and nudging Remus to do the same. "Focus, show me how well you take direction. Think of it as an interview for the position you desire~?"
Remus grinned. It was the slyest, shittiest way anyone’s ever convinced him to do his classwork, and he loved it. He couldn’t help going home that day with the biggest grin, rushing around to make sure everything’s ready for Logan’s arrival.
Logan had a bounce in his step as he collected some supplies before coming over at precisely the time they had discussed, knocking.
Remus threw the door open with a manic grin. “My roommate won’t be home for a few hours,” he said as he grabbed Logan by his shirt and yanked him inside. “Do what you will with that. Bedroom’s this way.”
Chuckling, Logan tugged Remus around to stroke his face. "Mmm, then shouldn't you kiss me, Rem~? Show me how much you want to study with me…"
“Anything you say,” he whispered, and shoved their mouths together.
Remus hadn’t kissed anybody in a long time— Several years, in fact. He was probably sloppy, and not the best, but he enjoyed it and fully intended on making it up to Logan with his… Obedience.
Sighing, Logan took him into his hand, guiding their kiss to press him into the nearest wall, encouraging his mouth to open and humming appreciatively at the taste of mint. Remus whimpered softly. He almost wouldn’t mind just doing this until Janus gets home. Logan was more commanding than Remus had really expected, manhandling him around exactly how he wanted, and the way he kissed is nothing short of wonderful.
Slowly pulling back, Logan cupped his face with a soft look. "Such a good boy for me… Show me to your room, I want to see all of you, my dear. Tell me your safe words, hmm? Also, you preferred term of endearment while you are mine~"
Remus groaned and nearly buckled. “Slut,” he said instantly. “And, uh, colour system. This way.” He tugged Logan into his room with shaking hands. It was cleaner than usual, but Remus was still Remus, and there was clutter spread about that he simply hadn’t thought of until then.
Chuckling, he hums. "Perfect… my little slut~!" Giving another deep kiss in praise, he gently spanked Remus' ass. "Put some music on and strip for me, show your dom what he's working with~"
Remus hurried to plug his phone into his speakers with an excited grin.
Sitting on the bed, he hummed. "Make me want that ass more, my slut… "
Remus stripped for him, and it wasn’t exactly a tease so much as it was Remus impatiently tugging off his clothes and looking at Logan with wide, validation-seeking eyes.
Sliding his legs apart, showing the erection tenting his pants, Logan crooked his fingers. "Good boy… Help me out of my pants and you can suck me as a treat, my lovely one… I'm finishing in your sexy ass, though~ "
Remus bounded over and knelt between Logan’s legs, impatiently tugging at his jeans. He got them down to Logan’s knees, yanked his boxers down as well, and ducked down to take Logan into his mouth.
"Oh~!" Fingers tangled in the surprisingly soft hair, he moaned out. "Fuck, Remus~! Such a good little slut, aren't you~"
Remus whimpered around his cock, wanting to respond but not daring to pull off. Instead, he pushed deeper, taking all of him.
"Yes, you are… Swallow too, Rem… Want to fuck your throat~" Tugging at his hair, he guided the motion to slowly fuck his mouth.
Remus moaned happily and swallowed every few seconds, though mostly drool dripped down his chin. He let his mind float off, gripping Logan’s hips. Had he ever been in subspace before? He didn’t think so.
Humming, Logan grinned as Remus relaxed, taking over completely to fuck into his throat. "Such a good little slut… Earning a treat before the main event~"
Remus mumbled something unintelligible around Logan’s cock, eyes rolling back.
"Tap once for yes, two for no… Your mouth is full~!" Taking him deeper, he hummed, cutting off Remus' air a little more. Remus gagged and rubbed his cock against the blankets, hips stuttering. He tapped hard, once. Logan grinned, thrusting faster. "Going to cum for master, my slut~? Only after I feed you the treat you've earned… Master cums first unless you have permission~!"
Remus whined and tapped along Logan’s hips in two-tap intervals, hips hunching.
"You beg so prettily… How can I refuse~? Cum for me, Remus~ " Using his mouth and throat, he moaned out, watching Remus fall apart.
Remus sobbed out as he came, nails digging into Logan’s hips. He didn’t pull off, as much as his throat spasmed and his back ached.
Stroking the soft hair, Logan moaned, tugging to warn Remus as he came hard. "Oh, fuuuuck~"
Remus inhaled sharply and nearly choked, but forced himself to swallow it down with watery eyes, his cock already hardening back up.
Petting him in apology, Logan moaned out, "Sorry, my slut… Couldn't hold back with the way you came apart for me~!"
Remus leaned into his pets with a little whine. “It was good,” he rasped, “I liked it.”
Stroking Remus' face, he wiped away the tears, encouraging him up to his lap. "I'm glad… "
Remus kissed him sloppily, hands rested on his chest. “Need you, master,” he mewled.
Kissing back, he grinned, petting the wiggling sub. "Mmm, let me get a condom and finish stripping as you present for me, sweetie… I'll let you pick whether you see me or I take you from behind~"
Remus bounced out of his lap with an excited giggle, flopping onto his tummy and tucking his knees underneath him. It was the best position he’d ever tried— He’d never felt anyone deeper.
Logan laughed as he saw the plug, giving Remus a squeeze. "Good boy… Do you always wear the plug or is that special for tonight~?"
He flushed deep red. He’d honestly forgotten he had it in… “Mostly just for tonight, but, um… Sometimes, you know…”
Nodding, he stroked the amazing ass presented to him, sliding on a condom and kneeling up. "You need to feel full, claimed? It's okay, my slut…"
Remus clenched and forced up a manic grin to push away the tightness in his chest. “Nah, I’m just a cockslut! Get going?”
Humming, he slid his cock over Remus' crack, teasing the plug as he tugs his hair to pull him into a kiss. "Mmm, it's okay if it's both, Rem… I'm definitely down for this to be a repeatable event if you are~ "
Remus can’t help it slip out, in a pathetic little whimper: “I’ve been that good?”
"Yes, Rem…. so good~" Removing the plug as they make out, he pressed in slowly.
Remus whimpered and buried his face in the pillows. “Ah… Yes, master, so good!”
Kissing at Remus’ neck, he took the slim hips with a moan, slowly bottoming out and starting to thrust. "So good for me, my pretty slut~! Oh, Remus~ "
“Master!” Remus cried out, thrusting back against him. “Master, harder!”
Growling, he nipped at Remus' neck, thrusts speeding as his fingers tighten on Remus' hips, bucking into him wildly. "Fuuuck, oh yesss… take my cock, slut~!"
Remus’s legs fell open and he sobbed into the pillow, coming without warning with a little shout.
Nipping his ear, Logan growled, fucking him through the high without pause. "Mmm, that good, hmm~? Break for me, slut… Shout my name for the entire building to hear~!"
“Logan!” He whined, squirming and gripping onto the sheets. “Ah, Logan, please! Too- Too much!”
Bending to press deeper, Logan chuckled in his ear. "Unless you use a color you will take it exactly as I give it to you, slut~!"
Remus let out a high whine and thrusted back into him wildly. “I’m sorry, master!”
"That's a good boy~! Submit to your master, slut… " Working him to that edge again, he eased back when he felt those clenches. "You're mine for as long as I desire to give you my cock and attention~!"
Remus drooled on the pillow as he took Logan’s cock, whimpering. He’d lay himself out for Logan every ten minutes if he asked him to. He realized with a deep fear settling in his stomach that he would do absolutely anything for Logan, just to keep him around.
Nuzzling his neck and shoulders, Logan spanked him. "Stay in the now even when you're floating, slut… focus~!"
“Sorry,” he gasped, “I’m sorry, master!”
Taking a moment to kiss his ear, Logan hummed. "I know…. Just don't want to lose you to the past or bad thoughts… Stay here, feel good with me, Rem~!"
“Yes, sir! It’s so good! Can I please come again, please please?”
Grinning, he sped his thrusts again. "Clench for me, make me cum and you can cum with me, Rem~"
Remus clenched down with a whimper, the pillow under his face soaking wet.
Moaning out, Logan thumbed him open wider, watching him take his cock deep. "On three, pet…. One… Two…" Remus gasped and fought desperately to hold on. Pressing in deep, he slammed against Remus’ prostate, and came with a moan. "Three~"
Remus came with a sob and a shout of Logan’s name and title, pressing his face deep in the pillow.
Janus paused with his hand on their front doorknob. Logan…? Is that Remus?!
Logan moaned out and grinned, burning the noise and feeling of Remus coming, laid out under him, into his memory as he filled the condom. He kissed and marked Remus up, hips slowly moving to ride the high. "Oh, gods! Remus, such a good boy~"
Remus moaned brokenly, his knees giving out to leave him flat on the mattress. “Master,” he managed.
Logan stroked Remus' face and tipped it for a kiss, shifting their positions to settle him in his lap after pulling out and discarding the condom. "Good boy, such a good boy… So proud of you! Show master where the water is, sweetie?"
“Kitchen,” he mumbled, blushing bright red at the praise. “You can just leave me at the table, I can take care of it.”
Frowning, he shook his head, picking him up for more cuddles and heading for the bathroom instead. "No… You're worthy of aftercare, my dear one…"
“What?” Remus buried his face in Logan’s shoulder. “You don’t have to. I can handle it.”
Petting him with a hum as he filled a glass, he smiled. "Remus… Look at me? I would be a terrible dom of I EVER left a sub without aftercare… and I am not that kind of person. You are worthy, and you were such an amazing boy for me!"
Remus covered his face. “Thank you, master,” he whispered.
Nuzzling, he smiled. "You're welcome… Show me your face, dear? You need to drink some water…"
Remus obeyed, drinking all the water Logan gave him. He didn’t realize how dry his throat was.
Stroking his cheek, he smiled, refilling the glass and offering it again. "Good… More. Relax into me, sweetie… Enjoy the care…"
Remus had never had aftercare before. He decided he enjoyed it. “Yes, sir,” he mumbled, sipping some more water. Then, as quietly as possible, “I’m hungry…”
Nuzzling, he smiled. "In a moment, dear…" Taking a cloth, he dampened it, cleaning them up a bit. "I know you said your roommate was unlikely to return, but… at least a blanket for you?”
“He’s seen me naked before. I sleep naked, and sleepwalk.”
Chuckling, he nuzzled lightly. "Mmm, for me then? Warmth and softness feels good as you come back to earth after a session, dear."
“Yes, sir.” He blushed and nuzzled back into him. “Anything you want.”
Heart clenching, he sighed. "You're so sweet…" Lifting again, he carried Remus back to retrieve a blanket, making him into a burrito. "Tell me what you're hungry for?"
“Waffles,” he said instantly. “I have frozen ones in the freezer. They’re blueberry.”
Nodding, he scooped Remus into his arms after slipping his boxers on, missing the sound of the other bedroom door shutting carefully. "Waffles it is, then. Butter, syrup? Perhaps some time I can make you fresh ones~?"
“We don’t have a waffle maker,” Remus said sadly.
Humming, he lifted his chin. "Ah, but I do… That was an invitation to my place, for next time~"
He lit up. “Okay!” He grinned and pecked his lips. “Sure!”
Kissing back softly, Logan laughed, and got started making the waffles. "Wonderful! You're entirely too precious to be just one night… "
Remus sniffled and forces his grin to stay up. “No… You’re probably just desperate.” He laughed. “I’m an easy fuck, you don’t have to pretend I’m not!”
"Remus…" Cupping his face, he sighed. "Was it easy to see that we had a common interest in hooking up, yes… However, I also admire your keen mind. I was attracted right off the bat, but I would like to see more of you. As friends, or friends with benefits, or more if that's where the path leads us…"
Remus’ grin faltered as he met Logan’s eyes. It took all he has not to burst into tears— What a shitty, pathetic way that’d be to end their night. “Do you wanna… Sleep over?”
Gathering him into a hug, he smiled. "If your roommate is okay with it, sure. How about a movie night and cuddles?"
He grinned. “I have a lot of movies! I’m sure Jan-Jan won’t mind, he’s super laid back.”
Arching an eyebrow, he chuckled. "Must be if he lets you call him that… But I have an idea that you'd call him nicknames even if he said not to?"
Remus pouted. “Nicknames are my love language.” He hesitated, fiddling with his fingers. “Do you… Not want me to call you nicknames?”
Humming, he lifted Remus' face. "Don't magnify my fond tease to an expression of dislike, Rem… I don't mind one bit!"
Janus listened near the door of his room, debating on going to the kitchen as his stomach twisted into knots. What is this feeling… Jealousy, but of whom?!
“Okay,” he mumbled with a cute smile. His stomach growled loudly.
Chuckling as the toaster sprung the waffles up, he stole a kiss. "Now… Butter, syrup, or both… And yes I will be cutting them up and feeding you while you sit on my lap, my pretty little one!"
He blushed bright red. “Y-yes, sir… Both, please…”
Logan slathered them up, cutting them for him as he slid Remus over into his lap. "Looks good, hmm? Open up!" Remus opened, hands rested on Logan’s chest. Logan smiled as he fed him gently. "Such a good boy!"
“No,” Remus whined. “Nuh-uh.”
Kissing his cheek, he smiled sadly. "Why not?"
Remus looked away with a little shrug. “You’ve seen it.”
Tipping his chin back to feed another bite, he hummed. "Pretend I'm an idiot. Explain to me why you're not a good boy deserving of praise?"
Remus hesitated. “Do I have to?” He asked in a small voice.
"No, you don't have to… I'm too curious for my own good sometimes." He stroked Remus’ cheek. "However, if you want to talk about things, I will listen. I’ll try to make you feel better."
For the millionth time that night, Remus could cry. “Shut up,” he mumbled with a sniffle.
Smiling, he cuddled Remus close. "It is okay to use me as a literal shoulder to cry on, Rem… No judgement."
“I don’t need to cry,” he insisted.
Breathing out, Janus decided to make his presence known, stepping into the kitchen as if summoned by the lie. "Whyever wouldn't you? Crying is healthy and a good release…"
Jumping a little, Logan cleared his throat. "Indeed…" Janus is his roommate? Oh, gosh.
Remus’ heart dropped. “Jan-Jan? When- How long have you been home?” His skin crawled in embarrassment. The dried tears still stuck to his face from earlier, wrapped in a blanket, and sat on a boy’s lap… He probably looked pathetic.
Smiling, Janus stroked his hair lightly. "Mmm, if you're asking if I heard you two making friends… I did… I'm a tad jealous, he's cute…"
Logan blushed softly. "Remus is adorable indeed…"
Remus’ face turned bright red. He buried his face in Logan’s shoulder. “Sorry, Janus… We wouldn’t have been so loud if we knew you were home.”
Logan pet him softly, embarrassed, but chose to focus on Remus, helping him hide.
Janus sighs softly, flushing lightly. "Remus… It's okay. Truly.” Then, he mumbled, “It covered up my moans nicely…"
Remus blinked. “Huh?”
Logan chuckled. "I believe we gave him, uh, motivation to touch himself, my dear…."
Janus nodded, blush deepening. "The nerd's right… "
It didn’t quite compute in Remus’ head, until he forced it to make sense with a nod. “Logan is a really good dom, isn’t he?” He blushed and looked up at Logan. He was so handsome, and hot, and commanding… He didn’t blame Janus for wanting him, too.
Janus resisted the urge to facepalm. "He did seem to elicit quite a reaction from you…" Damnit, you dense man! I wanted to be him, not fuck him!!
Logan laughed softly. Oh my… Janus has a crush on Remus…
“He made me waffles,” Remus said with a delighted grin. “And he’s been really sweet afterwards… If you two hit it off, maybe he can make you feel good, too, Jan-Jan! Have you ever had aftercare before?”
“You- You’ve never had aftercare before?! How?!” Janus tripped over his words, looking over Remus and stroking through his hair. “We can get a waffle maker… Do you want more?”
Logan muffled a laugh, stealing a bite before offering Remus more. "I know, right? I want to find those negligent doms…"
Together they finished with a low growl, "-and beat some sense into them!"
Remus, startled, looked between the two of them and wilted. “Is it… A common thing?” He managed.
Cuddling Remus, Logan nodded. "It is supposed to be… As it was explained to me, a dominant partner takes the power gifted by the submissive to make their scene reality, but aftercare is the return of that power?"
Janus nodded. "It also gives the pair time to relax, make sure that both are okay? Especially if there was a lot of degrading language or impact play, sometimes a dom needs reassurance that they didn't go too hard, and the sub is truly okay."
Remus nodded slowly. He wanted to explain that he didn’t need that, not really… But he didn’t want to. He yawned and curled into Logan’s chest, nuzzling up under his chin.
Smiling, Logan petted his hair and offered another bite of waffle. "Even if you think that you don't need it, it's a good thing for both scene partners, Rem."
“Mm,” he mumbled. “Jan-Jan, we were gonna watch some movies, do you want to join? You don’t have any early classes tomorrow, do you?” Remus glanced at the clock. It was getting close to 11.
Janus hummed thoughtfully. "I have a ten o'clock… But I think one movie would be alright."
“Yay!” Remus doubted he could even stay awake for longer than one movie, so that was perfect. He nuzzled into Logan again then stood on wobbly legs, and nearly fell over.
Logan chuckled and scooped him up with a soft kiss. "I think I broke your legs, Rem~!"
He giggled and blushed, looking over at Janus. “Whoops.” This is so embarrassing… What does Janus think of me now?
Janus snorted, reaching over to stroke Remus' cheek. "It is a good look on him…. Being cared for. Just relax, Remus… I'll make sure he doesn't do anything stupid."
If Remus could blush brighter, he would. Since moving in with Janus, he had seen every form of not-self care Remus took part in, ranging anywhere from unhealthy meals, skipping classes, and degrading comments about himself. Janus always made a fuss, but Remus didn’t think he meant it that strongly.
Nodding, Janus grabbed a blanket and the remote, working with a blushing Logan to get them settled with Remus in the middle, draped over Logan's chest. "Indeed… you just lay on me and relax, Rem…"
“Yes, sir,” he breathed before he could really think about it, eyes fluttering shut as he snuggled into Logan’s chest.
Logan's heart squeezed as he kissed Remus on the head, not noticing Janus frown in jealousy. Why is it him that gets you to relax and take my advice on care… Remus, why not me?!!
Remus only lasted halfway through the movie before passing out, little snores blowing out his mouth.
Janus inspected his nails, refusing to let his anger seep into his hushed voice as he asked, “So I assume you guys are dating now?”
Stiffening, Logan finished tucking Remus into bed and turned, voice cold and hushed. "Shall we discuss in the living room so we won't disturb him?"
Janus rolled his eyes but obeyed, leading Logan into the kitchenette and starting on a mug of coffee.
Following after retrieving his clothes and dressing, Logan took a mug and sipped. "We hadn't discussed anything like that… And I don't think he's ready. He was certain that this was a one night hookup and that I would leave after. I intend to work up to at least friends with benefits, but I assume you want him as well?"
Janus stiffened. “Remus is my best friend, nothing more. Wouldn’t dating him prove that he’s more than just a hookup to you? What do you mean ‘he’s not ready?’” He scoffed. “I see the way he looks at you— Hell, I see the way he looks at everyone. He’s just waiting for a boyfriend to drop into his lap. Are you sure it’s him that’s not ready, or were you just not prepared for the commitment?”
Growling softly, Logan's fingers tightened on the mug. "He's not emotionally ready… I wouldn't want to take advantage of that raw need! Do I want him to be mine, definitely! He's a lovely submissive, but he didn't even know about aftercare! He needs friends first, an education on what it would mean for him… I want his informed consent, not a moldable puppet, Janus!"
Janus didn’t seem convinced. “And somehow you believe that’s impossible to do in a committed relationship… That’s fine. Keep dragging him along. I’ll be here when you’re not.”
Logan sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "Fine, I'm terrified that I'm not enough for him. I saw how he looked at you, too… You can't tell me that he doesn't want both of us!"
Janus looked at him in surprise, then sighed as well. “Don’t fool yourself, Logan. He wants anybody who gives him the smallest bit of attention. He doesn’t actually want either of us.”
He tapped the table with a deep frown. "That's a fair observation… Hence my reservation to commit and then have him run to the next person. However, if it were you, I wouldn't mind sharing, perhaps."
Janus’s face turned pink. He sipped his coffee and then turned away, busying himself with cleaning up. “You don’t have to say that. He chose you.”
Smirking, he smacked Janus’ ass lightly. "Perhaps…. I can't say I haven't looked at you, either~!"
Janus whipped around with a jump, face red. For the first time since Logan’s met him, he was flustered. “Wh- What?”
Adjusting his glasses, he hummed. "I had assumed you were far too dominant to attempt to obtain, but now I'm uncertain. Remus believed you were jealous of him…"
Janus crossed his arms over his chest and sneered. “Remus is an idiot. He’s the most dense man I’ve ever met.”
"Is he? Or is that you?" Stepping in closer, he watched the reactions of the other man as he closed him in against the counter.
Janus’s eyes flitter around, landing on somewhere close to Remus’ room. “What does it matter? Has Remus told you he’s okay with not being exclusive?”
"We didn't discuss our relationship as yet… I know I'm poly and pan… But I need to talk with him. If he agrees, what say you, Jan-Jan~?" Reaching out, he stroked Janus' cheek softly.
Janus barely stopped himself from melting into the touch. “We’ll see,” he mumbled, looking away.
"Agreed, but know that I'm open to the idea?" Petting softly when he doesn't get a flinch, he smiled.
Janus brushed his hand off and stepped away. “You should get back to him,” he murmured. “He’ll freak if he wakes up.”
Nodding, he stepped back, heading back to Remus. "Sleep well, Janus…"
“Thanks,” he muttered, and hurried to his room.
When Logan went back into Remus’ room, Remus shot upwards and poorly tried to wipe away the tears before they could be seen. “Jan-?”
"Oh, dear…" Sliding into the bed after sliding out of his clothes, he hummed, taking Remus in his arms. "I'm sorry, Rem, I believed you to be asleep and didn't want to bother your rest."
Remus snuggled into his chest. “I’m okay,” he promised. His face was still wet. “I thought you left?”
"I promised to stay the night, dear… Janus simply wanted a chat." Stroking his hair, he encouraged Remus to cuddle, wiping the tears.
“Oh…” Remus kissed his cheek. “I hope you’re getting along. Janus is my best friend.”
Smiling, he nuzzled lightly. "I know, dear… He was very concerned about us, this, uh, relationship… What do you want us to be, my dear?"
Remus hesitated. “I want whatever you want.”
He stroked Remus’ hair as he thought. "I don't want to take advantage of you… You're beautiful, and I want to take care of you, but I worry that you need more balance than a one on one relationship. Now, I am polyamoirous and pansexual, so… you simply need to communicate your needs. Do you want me to be your dominant, your boyfriend?"
Butterflies practically exploded in Remus’ stomach. “You want to be boyfriends?” He asked excitedly.
Cupping his face, he smiled and lifted Remus’ to meet his eyes. "I would be honored to be your boyfriend, Remus,” he said firmly, “if you'll have me?"
Remus nodded frantically, and kissed Logan messily. Kissing back with equal fervor, Logan’s fingers slid into his hair to guide the kiss. Mine~
Remus whimpered and wrapped his arms around Logan’s waist. “I’m so glad I met you,” he breathed out.
Snuggling Remus close, he nodded, kissing his forehead. "Me too, my precious."
It’s not their first time, but it might as well be. The war’s over. They’re back in the same bed, but it’s all new again—new scars, new silences, new rules they haven’t dared speak aloud.
Sirius is all hands and hunger, biting kisses and muttered filth, and Remus—Remus is straddling his thigh, panting, rutting against him like he might fall apart if he stops. Sirius is whispering, “Good boy, fuck, just like that,” and Remus is already close, embarrassingly so, flushed all the way to his chest.
It happens fast. Too fast. He gasps, sobs, comes—shaking, not even touching himself, just grinding helplessly against Sirius’s thigh. Then it hits him. Shame. Humiliation. His hands clench into the sheets and his eyes burn, voice cracking as he whispers, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to—”
Sirius cups his face, firm. “Hey. No. Don’t go there.” He wipes the corner of Remus’s eye with his thumb. “You needed that. You needed me.”
And Remus breaks again—not from pleasure this time, but from being seen.
Prompt: This isn’t in the lists, but cuckolding with Remus/Deceit/Virgil? Remus being the cuckold, dom deceit? ~ Anon
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“Keep watching, darling,” Deceit says.
And Remus really doesn’t need to be told twice, eyes fixated on Deceit fully fucking and wrecking Virgil who’s all but collapsed under him.
“This is what good boys get, good boys get fucked and pleasured and get to come, cucks like you only get to watch and hope you can achieve this one day.”
Both Remus and Virgil whine at his words, Virgil squirming to kiss at Deceit’s jaw line, and Remus huffs, arms crossing over his chest. He wants to be the one under Deceit! Or maybe on top of Virgil… no fair.
