welcome to 2024’s wolfstar kinktober! we are so excited to share this prompt list with you all! the way this will work is it will start on october 1st. each day will have its prompt and you are welcome to make fanfic, fanart, moodboard, posts, etc, anything you want for that day. we will be reposing everyone’s work on here so make sure to tag us or #wolfstarkinktober2024.
we have created the collection on ao3 for the fics: https://archiveofourown.org/collections/WolfstarKinktober2024
we wanted to go ahead and create the prompt list to give people time to prepare. hope you all have fun!
we are so grateful for all the love and support this past month. to everyone to participated & created something: you’re incredible, truly. the wolfstar community of this fandom is insanely talented. keep creating & doing what you love! 💖 this month has been lovely & brought our wolfstar community together & allowed so many of us to create new bonds & friendships. it’s been everything we wanted & more. to everyone who supported in anyway, thank you SO much! you all made this so magical. i hope everyone had as much fun as we did. 💘
please continue to support all the amazing artists and authors who participated! they deserve all the love! remus & sirius love you all so much & we love you all so much! have a beautiful rest of the year! until next time💋
(remember that all of the amazing works for this month are under this collection: http://archiveofourown.org/collections/Wo… ! & we’ve reposted all art we’ve seen on twitter! if we missed anything please let us know)
finishing kinktober by a fic by one of our favorites! thank you for all your lovely fics this month! check out this fic by the super amazing @/augustbettyandivy on ao3 <3!
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our lovely and amazing @billspaid has posted her last fic for kinktober! please show her some love! she has contributed so much this month and been so lovely and every fic has made our days! she is such a talented author!! thank you billie <3
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I thought I'd go with something especially smutty for the last official day of @wolfstarkinktober2024 - Prompt #28: Cock Warming
Can't believe it's already over, I've had such a blast with these prompts! Not to mention all the talented writers that I've been introduced to through this wonderful fest - I've made so many lovely new friends :)
And it may be officially over, but I have got two or three more prompts that I've partially written for, so will likely post in the next week or so.
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“Move.” Came the command from behind him after a longer while had passed. Sirius had been just beginning to relax, his hole loosening around Remus’ cock, accepting it inside him like a permanent fixture. He had almost even started to enjoy the sensation of constant fullness, of Remus thrust deep inside him, becoming a familiar comfort as his quill scratched soothingly along the page in time to Clairry’s squeaky drivel still faintly audible beyond the muffled shelter of their protective bubble.
“I thought I was supposed to sit still?” Sirius muttered under his breath, knowing full well he wouldn’t last long if he started moving.
“I’ve changed my mind,” he felt Remus shrug, “I want you to fuck yourself on my cock, while you take notes. And remember to keep quiet, you wouldn’t want anyone to hear what a dirty slut Sirius Black really is, hmm? Or maybe you would…” With an encouraging thrust from Remus, Sirius slowly eased himself up off Remus’ cock, his arsehole fluttering with need at the sudden absence as he felt Remus’ tip slip out with hardly any resistance. Then with much less finesse, he collapsed back onto his lap, impaling himself on Remus’ cock, sliding easily back into his hole where it belonged. He couldn’t help but feel as though his arse had somehow learned to mould itself to the shape, like he was a permanent case shaped perfectly to hold Remus’ cock, a protective cover of sorts.
thank you for all your contributions this month, you are so talented and lovely and the wolfstar fandom is so lucky to have you! sending you all the love!
@wolfstarkinktober2024 // day 31: hate sex // 2121 words // mdni
Yes, I know. This one ended up a tad too long. But I don't want to upload anything that is under 4k words to ao3. My weird mind simply works that way. Nonetheless, I'm sure as hell not missing out on a opportunity to post some casual hate sex microfic. Also, don't mind me reuploading this. There was an editing error. My apologies xx
SHORT DISCLAIMER (before anyone comes for my ass): This is part of toxic wolfstar™. The entire purpose of these characters is to be the worst possible versions of themselves. I'd never write either of them the way they are presented here unless it is explicitly in the context of toxic wolfstar™. Furthermore, I do not condone any of these actions. This is for entertainment purposes only.
Remus is on a rampage. Boiling, seething, and ready to tear everything to shreds. All it needs to do is stand in his way. With the paper a pathetic crumple inside his clenched fist, he is working his jaw, burning holes into everyone crossing his path. It’s enough to scare the desk lady into letting him pass with a simple raise of his ID. The elevator ride feels like torture with every passing second.
Two fast strides – more it doesn’t take for him to reach the door with the shining letters ‘659’. Not even hesitating, he starts banging against the polished wood; demanding, hungry.
Remus Lupin is on a mission and he is not ready to back down.
“Jesus fucking Christ. I already told you-“
The words get stuck inside Sirius’ throat as he realises who is standing before him. Remus almost breaks out in triumphant laughter as he sees the unfiltered shock and confusion flashing in those sparkling silver diamonds. But, as of now, he is not in the mood for laughter. No, Sirius made sure of that. He and his gorgeous hair, devilish smile and soft, smooth skin that Remus wants to sink his fucking teeth in.
“Did not expect me, did you?” he growls, only gripping the paper tighter until his veins start to budge. With great satisfaction, he witnesses Sirius grow a little paler. His eyes wander down to Remus’ hands and up again. He swallows.
“How did you get in here? What the actual fuck do you think you’re doing? Get out before I start calling security.”
Surprisingly, there is still the ever-present defiance inside Sirius’ tone, calm and stubborn. It only riles Remus up more.
“Oh, you’d love to know, wouldn’t you?” Remus taunts, lodging his foot between the door and frame as Sirius tries to slam it shut in front of his face. Using bare strength alone, he wrenches the entrance open wide enough to slip in. Immediately, Sirius takes a couple of steps back, only growing paler with fear.
How beautiful he is. Messy black hair is falling down his back and into his eyes, which are a beacon of silver adorning this oh-so-delicate face. Rosy, parted lips are scrambling for words and Remus would have loved to watch them move for all eternity, making all those angelic noises, if he hadn’t been so caught up on the robe draped over Sirius’ exquisite frame, tied sacrilegiously at the waist, and highlighting his sharp hip bones.
It’s a lovely shade of red, deep and velvet, like pomegranates in the Middle Eastern sun. The thin fabric reveals enough to spark even the wildest imaginations, yet not enough to keep one satisfied.
Soon enough, Remus will rip that fabric off with his teeth. Oh, he is sure. But not now. Now, he is still too angry.
“What do you think you’re playing at, huh?” he snarls, the door falling shut behind him with a loud thud as he waves the paper in front of Sirius’ face.
‘Supernova Sirius Black Spotted with New Lover’ the headline reads. ‘Who Is the Mysterious Man Behind the Dazzling Smile?’
Remus hadn’t been able to think straight ever since Peter flopped the paper down in front of him at the breakfast table, grinning that Peter grin that only ever means trouble.
“Is this why you’re all so dressed up, Black? For him? I bet you’re not even wearing anything underneath these expensive robes, little slut that you are. It’s really fucking pathetic.”
For the first time since Remus’ sudden appearance, Sirius looks him in the eye. A mocking smile curls his pretty lips.
“Or”, he says with a haughty raise of his chin, “you’re just pissed you never got the sight that he is getting. What? Never heard of actions having consequences, Lupin?”
“Damn right, I have.”
And with that, Remus starts moving forward, determined once more. Sirius is left with nothing aside from taking more steps back. His back hits the wall once they reach the other side of the room. Remus is on him in an instant, crowding him in.
“Don’t you think I don’t know what you’re doing? Taunting me? Riling me all up?”, he murmurs lowly, reaching out to gently caress Sirius’ cheek. Having run out of smart words, Sirius can only stare up at him. Smiling, Remus trails his thumb over the other man’s lips, wondering what they taste like. Cigarettes maybe. Or wine.
“But you don’t have to, sweetheart. You know I am all yours. Always. And I know that you’re always mine. No matter what the press says.”
“You’re delusional”, Sirius scoffs, finally bringing up the courage to push back against him. It doesn’t do much as Remus remains unmovable, simply grabbing his wrists and pinning them above his head. The time for games is over.
“I know you want me”, Remus continues, lodging his knee between Sirius’ legs, gently pressing against his crotch. A low hiss escapes Sirius. It awakens something inside of Remus. Something desperate for more. “I’ve seen the way you look at me. How you’re making sure I follow your every move whenever you perform. I know the magazine cover was just another of your honey-sweet taunts. So was the trick with the perfume. But what for? If you wanted my attention so badly, all you needed to do was ask. You know you’ve never been out of my mind. Not once.”
“Remus, I-“
“Shhh, baby. It’s okay. I want you too. God, I want you so much.”
Leaning down until his lips find the sensitive juncture of Sirius’ neck and shoulder, he uses all his weight to keep Sirius in place. Hungrily, he starts nipping at his warm skin, not stopping until the first bruise starts forming underneath his lips. Unable to move, laboured breaths turn into bitten-back moans, and Remus revels in the way how needy it makes Sirius sound.
“Look at you”, Remus sighs into the crook of his neck, pressing adoring kisses up to the shell of his ear. “So lovely, so beautiful. Every man who wouldn’t fall for you is a fool. But you won’t belong to any of them. No. You’ll always be mine.”
Turning his head, he captures Sirus’ lips with his own before the other man can answer anything he has said. And Remus doesn’t need him to. The way his body responds, with his hips grinding ever so slightly against Remus’ knee, the choked-up moans, and tongue sliding past teeth, Remus has the answer, that he was looking for. It delights him.
Carefully, he releases one hand, curiously wandering down the warm flesh pressed against him. Loosening the tie on the robe, he slips it past the fabric, pushing it aside. A small whimper can be heard from Sirius, and Remus cannot help but take it as an invitation. Tracing taunting circles across the inner side of his thigh and panting into Sirius’ opened, desperate mouth, he lifts his lover’s leg and hooks it across his waist. He wants to feel him better, see him better.
And what a sight Sirius truly is.
His face is flushed and his hair is dishevelled. Ivory skin glints with pearls of sweat, accentuated by the shimmering red of the silk robe. Dreamy, half-lidded eyes watch Remus move about while his chest heaves breathlessly. Gripping Sirius’ upper thigh firmly to keep him where he wants him, Remus lets go of his hands, surging forward for another hungry kiss.
Sirius’ fingers immediately wind into his hair, clawing at the curls, pulling him in. Enamoured, Remus lifts him up until both his legs are wrapped securely around his waist. Then, he carries him off, tumbling towards the couch in the middle of the living room.
Flopping Sirius down, Remus is quick to climb on top of him, drinking in the sight of the robe slowly falling off his shoulders, offering his body up to him, while he takes off his shirt. Kissing him some more, he circles one arm around Sirius’ waist, pressing their bodies closer together, and moves his hips against Sirius’ in feverish motions. Moaning and whimpering, their dance soon turns into a waltz of clawing nails, angry snarls and biting teeth. Yet, Remus doesn’t let him go. He wants all of this. He wanted it for far too long.
Hot and breathless, he reaches down once more, gripping Sirius’ cock and slowly starting to stroke it just the way he knows he likes it; moving up to the tip only to stop right before he reaches it and back again, teasing. Growing pliant underneath him with his back arching, mouth hanging open and eyes rolling back only a bit, Sirius lets him have his way. Remus cannot stop himself from grinning.
“You like that, huh? I knew it.”
“Fuck… you.”
“Oh, baby. You are reading my mind.”
Pulling down both his trousers and underwear to the back of his knees, Remus starts wanking off to the show Sirius is now performing for him. And, unlike all these where times where he kept taunting him on stage – dressed in the tightest of fits, moving his body across the floor like a desperate whore, hitting those delicious high notes still burnt into the most hidden parts of Remus’ brain -, this time it’s solely for him.
Bringing himself almost to a clean finish with a needy groan wrenching its way out of his lungs, he reaches for the bowl of condoms conveniently placed on the table atop the couch, rolling one over himself without much hesitation. Once he looks back, he can find Sirius watching him with the deadly and hungry precision of a starved dog. Remus’ chest swells with pride and burns with desire just the same.
“You know”, he tells Sirius, lifting him by his waist and pulling him closer to his hips, “I have dreamt about this moment ever since you first came back on stage, wearing this black garment. Multiple times, I have seen you in my sleep, just like you are now. And you know what, Sirius?”
“What?” Sirius breathes back, voice shaky with anticipation.
“Even if you tell me to fuck off once we’re done, you’ll not be rid of me yet. I will only have tasted blood. I’ll want more. And I will not stop until I have you back at my side.”
Laughing, Sirius shakes his head. “That’s not going to-“
Remus never gets to hear Sirius’ words as he’s pushing inside of him right this moment, successfully cutting him off. And to say that it feels good is a fucking understatement. Even a missile launcher wouldn’t have been able to shoot Remus off this cloud that he ultimately finds himself on. Curses roll off his lips as his hips start to move, fucking Sirius with every bit of burning passion and hateful desire pent up over all this teasing and taunting. Even as Sirius, moaning and squirming, lets his hands claw into Remus’ back, scratching it angry and raw, he doesn’t stop. Even as the orgasm ripples through Sirius, forcing him to let his head fall in a pathetic groan, Remus does not let go. He fucks him until the moaning and whimpering turns into blabbered nonsense and tear-stained cheeks. He fucks him until Remus himself is exhausted and spent, falling on top of Sirius’ paralysed and bruised body with a shaky sigh.
For a minute, maybe ten, they lie next to each other, struggling for breath. However, stubborn as he is, Sirius is the first to bear his wits. Slipping out of Remus’ arms, he pulls out the robe from underneath him and dresses himself back on.
“Are you happy now?” he asks through gritted teeth, not looking at Remus as he has his back turned towards him. Remus can only smile up at him adoringly.
“I could have not asked for more.”
“Good. Now get the fuck out of my sight.”
The smile turning smug, Remus does as he’s asked, putting his clothes back on. However, Sirius remains stoic, not giving him the satisfaction of looking him in the eye. Not once, and not even as Remus is heading for the door. Satisfied, he throws his shirt casually over his shoulder, showing off the bleeding scratch marks like a badge of honour. The whole world shall see what Sirius Black can do when edged on long enough.
“I know you’ll call me anyway”, he admits into the silence of the room, the triumphant feeling not leaving his body. “No matter how good your mystery lover is, he’ll never be able to make you moan like I can. Of that, I am certain.”
Sirius Black/Remus Lupin
For @wolfstarkinktober2024 prompts 11, 12, 14, 24 & 31 (biting, riding, massage, hair pulling & hate sex)
Just some sad canon-compliant smut
3.4k words
The smell is what Remus always registers first, before he manages to crack his eyes open and assess his surroundings. It’s an overpowering concoction of potions and disinfectant and new people, the telltale scent of St Mungos that makes his head spin. There’s a rotten taste in his mouth, dead flesh from whatever the wolf was hunting or fighting, nauseating and unfortunately not uncommon these days.
He squints against the bright daylight, blinking slowly as his surroundings swim into focus. The room is small with sterile, white tiled walls - in case he needed any more clues about his location. He doesn’t need to look to his side to know Sirius is there. Remus can feel his piercing glare burning into him.
He can’t bring himself to look at Sirius, not just yet.
It’s only the two of them in the room. No medi-witches or other patients. It’s jarring compared to the normal treatment he gets here. The staff don’t tend to make a habit of hiding the fact that he’s only allowed admission under Dumbledore’s direct order and most of them would rather see a werewolf rot in the streets than offer their services. But during his previous visits, Sirius hadn’t been there to flex his influence. Dishonoured though he may be, to outsider's eyes he is still heir to the most honourable and noble House of Black, with the influence and money to back it up.
How long has it been since? They’ve seen each other around - crossed paths at Order meetings and share stilted small talk on the better days. But the last time they were alone together? It must have been weeks, months even, since their schedules have aligned enough to spend more than ten minutes together in the flat. At the back of his mind, a small voice asks about all the times Sirus just so happened to be called for a mission as Remus was coming home from his - how many of those moments had been genuine coincidences and how many were just excuses to avoid one another?
Sirius is the first to crack under the weight of the silence. “How was the moon?” he asks, voice bouncing off the walls, “Or is that classified?”
It was terrible. All the moons are terrible now. It’d been a quick descent once Moony realised his ragtag pack of friends had been replaced.
Remus doesn’t say that though. What can he say? Half-truths about where he went? Would Sirius believe a word that left his mouth?
“m’fine,” Remus manages to get out.
Sirius lets out a humourless laugh. “You’re fine?” he repeats disbelievingly. “That’s how you'd describe this?”
Yellow! Here's lingerie and hair pulling for y'all, with links for visuals if one wishes to have it! 🤭
it's already chapter 7 omg
You smell like a baby prostitute :
“You wanted to see my garter belt, Daddy,” Sirius smirked, legs parting to give Remus better access. He revelled in the choked sound Remus made. “I can give you a little peek.”
With that, he pulled Remus’ hand under his dress, dragging it over his hipbone. The moment his fingers made contact with the lace of the belt, Remus’ breath caught in his throat. He leaned inconspicuously over the side of the table enough so he could see the garment peeking out from the slit of Sirius’ dress.
“You’re going to kill me,” he choked out, eyes widening as he took in the sight of the lace clinging to Sirius’ skin. “How am I supposed to just move on from this?”
Sirius smiled innocently, pulling Remus’ hand away and placing it on the table. “You’re not supposed to, darling.”
Feeling playful, Sirius leaned back, one leg crossing over the other to reveal to Remus’ eyes more of the delicate lace adorning his thigh. His heel fell on the carpeted floor with a soft noise when he dropped it, and he slid his bare foot up Remus’ leg, feeling the tension and relishing in the thrill of it. Sirius inched higher and higher as they applauded the end of a song, and landed on Remus' crotch just as their waiter served them dessert.
I'm very behind on these, but better late than never right? Here's a little something for @wolfstarkinktober2024 - Prompt #23: Lingerie
Part of my "Remus' bedroom is a mess no matter what universe" agenda.
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“Do you want me to stop?”
“What are you doing?” He asked again, barely a whisper. But it was without judgement, without suspicion or the usual self-doubt clouding Remus’ words. It was asked with the certainty that they both knew the answer, that they had always known. That every moment had somehow been leading inevitably up to this, to Remus in nothing but hot pink lacy underwear and Sirius on his knees in front of him.
“Do you want me to stop?” Sirius repeated stubbornly by way of an answer.
“Don’t stop.” Remus responded with a light growl, and the sound trickled down from Sirius’ neck to the base of his spine in a bodily shiver.
