ON MY QUEST TO FIND SUB!REMUS CONTENT I DISCOVERED THAT THERE'S REMUS X SNAPE! FANFICTION!?!?!?

ON MY QUEST TO FIND SUB!REMUS CONTENT I DISCOVERED THAT THERE'S REMUS X SNAPE! FANFICTION!?!?!?

i have never seen this but has anybody ever written sub!remus before??? Legitimately curious and i think theres reasoning to this dynamic

In in addition to james loving mamma mia here we go again I truly think that sirius would love 10 Things I Hate About You. He's reluctant at first because he heard its a cheesy rom com and he'd rather watch something else but he watches with you because he'd do anything for his girl <3

He absolutely adores Heath Ledger as Patrick and quickly points out the parallels between him and the fictional character (the hair, taste in music, and much to your disdain, the smoking) Naturally he promises to give it up immediately and he'll follow through because again he'd do anything for his girl <3. This gives him an idea as he watches you giggle and blush as kat is serenaded on the soccer field.

Sirius is a big believer in grand gestures, and loves them even more as surprises. So a couple of weeks after you watch (you've forgotten and Sirius has been careful to not bring it up) when you're out with him in public, maybe at Hogsmeade or a Quidditch game and you lose him in the crowd.

All of a sudden "Cant take my eyes off of you" starts playing and the crowd starts to dissipate as Sirius emerges once again with his wand amplifying his voice.

He's got a big bundle of flowers and sounds like heaven while trying to mimic the same moves he saw in the movie. (Its harder than it looks since there's no big stone set of steps/bleachers)

This only makes you giggle more as he finally reaches you with the dopiest grin on his face. When you ask your dear boyfriend what the occasion is he just shrugs and somehow grins wider.

"Cause you're just too good to be true darling"

(Not my gif!!!!)

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question. do your irl friends know about your presence on this hellsite or are you in full hannah montana mode for life

WATTPAD FIC STEALER !!

Hello, it’s me again telling you about another account on Wattpad. It’s like a full time job now, but I saw that this account @/rorygilf had plagiarised one of the writers fics here. So I checked it out and saw my fic “Stars” got plagiarised and translated into another language. And I saw bunch of other fics that I recognise as well!! Even if they say that credit goes to writers on tumblr they did not credit nor got permission. They even copied the a/n directly. So basically everything. Hence, it’s plagiarism. Am I getting tired of finding things like this all the time? Hell yes, and I’m mad again.

Tagging some that I think I might recognise your work being there: @magicchai @littlemissnoname13 @silverdelirium @dr4cking @ameliasbitvh @dracosathenaeum @earlgreydream @myshamalfoy @elysian-i @papillon-mechant

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🦋🦋😫💫💫💫🦋🦋😵 oh to be remus' world >>>

✧.* 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆, 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄

pairing: mafia!remus x fem!reader

content: 18+ MDNI vague mentions of blood, violence, murder, and death. fingering, daddy kink, vaginal penetration, use of a plug

he can hear how tired you are through the phone—from the way your words are slurring slightly to the hint of a lisp that lingers at the end of every syllable. the sleepy sing songy pattern of your voice helps him draw up a perfect picture of you, all bundled up on the couch knuckling tiredly at your eyes.

"you don't have to wait up, sweetheart. head to bed and I'll give you a kiss when I get home, alright?"

he ignores the snort that comes from sirius, who's lounging on the padded seat across his desk, lit cigarette pinned between his fingers. sirius shoots him a teasing smirk, endlessly amused at how soft his friend gets anytime you're involved, a mocking coo resting on the tip of his tongue.

"but I wanna wait for you," you whine softly from the other side of the receiver. your next words are quiet, and remus can practically hear the pout on your lips. "I made dinner..."

he sighs, scrubbing a hand down his face as he leans back against his chair, eyes closed shut. "I know, m'sorry, love. 'won't be like this forever, I promise."

you just hum in response, and then the pair of you sit in silence for a beat longer before you're speaking again. "I'll let you go then. jus' come home to me soon, okay?"

"alright, baby. I'll see you soon. go to sleep."

"you don't get to boss me around if you're not home, remmy." he can picture the way your lips curl into a cheeky smile, thumb nestled between your teeth.

"oh yeah?" he smirks into the receiver. "do you need a reminder when I get home?"

if it was anyone else he would've missed the sound of your breath hitching, followed by a squeaky "no."

"good girl," you groan and his smirk widens, "goodbye, love."

"bye, daddy" you whisper, and then the line goes dead.

"mate, she has you by the balls." sirius laughs from his seat, now tossing his pocket knife in the air and catching it just before it pierces through his thigh.

"I think it's adorable," the voice comes from remus' private bathroom, and then a shirtless james comes strutting out, dabbing at a bloody gash on his side with a wad of toilet paper. "have you seen her? I don't blame him." remus raises a warning brow that communicates wanna say that again?, which makes the curly haired man groan. "oh stop that, you know what I mean. she's like my kid sister, but I still have eyes... she's a cute little thing."

remus sighs and shuffles some papers around before reaching for his rocks glass, downing the whiskey in one gulp and standing up, making quick work of the buttons that seal his suit. "alright, let's get this over with before I end up with your blood on my shirt," he walks around the desk and towards the door. "missus says it's hard to get out."

his friends roll their eyes but they follow him out of the room and down to the interrogation room.

the room is dark and humid, and the air smells of blood and grime. in the middle of the room there's a chair. it's made of wood and one of the legs is straining with effort. on the chair, there's a bleeding man.

"alright dickhead, we gotta make this quick." sirius picks up a set of pliers, tossing them up and catching them while the other two roll up their sleeves. when he turns, his sharp smile makes the whimpering man sob. "boss here is late for dinner with his girl."

he tries to be as quiet as he can as he unlocks the door and makes his way inside. the first thing he notices is the rich smell wafting from the kitchen—a quick look past the doorframe shows him a dinner plate wrapped up in foil ready for him to warm up. the second thing he notices is the warm light coming from the living room.

the old lamp in the corner of the room is on, and its soft glow shines softly on the bundled up form on the couch. he remembers the day you called him on the phone, begging him to come pick you up from a backlane somewhere on the other end of the city where you found this lamp—a big ugly thing you insisted was "just perfect, remmy!"

you're buried under the thick knitted blanket, but there's a socked foot hanging off the couch. he smiles softly at the sight, his eyes moving to your sleeping face as he grabs at the foot and rubs a gentle thumb over the arch.

you shift slightly at the feeling, and your eyes flutter open with a little mewl. "remmy?"

"hi, dove."

while you struggle to regain consciousness, remus already has you in his arms, blanket and all, and he brushes his lips softly against your forehead before he's moving towards the stairs and up to your room.

"tried staying up," you mumble into his shirt, grumpy frown on your face. "wanted to welcome you home."

"thought I told you to go to bed." he smiles in the darkness when you huff into his chest, and his grip tightens when he nears the door to the bedroom. "watch your head, love."

when he lowers you on the bed he sighs at your tightening grip on his sleeve, his whiny girl. you're lucky he's already wrapped around your finger. "lay with me."

"I wil," he tugs at your hands, clicking his tongue when your whining intensifies. "let me change my clothes and I'll get in. unless you want blood all over the sheets, sweetheart."

your eyes open fully this time, and when they zero in on the blood splatter on the once crips white shirt your nose scrunches. "yuck," he snorts, and then your eyes narrow. "told you not to get blood on your shirts anymore!"

remus finally gives in, slumping down next to you still in the bloody garment, hand reaching mindlessly to loosen his tie. "sorta comes with the job, love."

your lips purse when you shift on your side, head resting on your hand as you watch him. "you could take it off beforehand at least."

he laughs, "nudity while making a man cry is more sirius' style."

you snicker with him, and then the pair of you settle into a comfortable silence. you poke at him, "alright go change now, I wanna cuddle."

he snorts, heaving himself into a sitting position. "demanding little thing, arent'you?"

"you made me this way, spoiled me rotten," you giggle, pulling the blanket up to your nose so only your eyes full of mischief are visible. he laughs too, and suddenly he's standing there in just his briefs. he notices the way your thighs shift under the sheets. "take those off too."

he rests a knee on the mattress and lowers himself with his hands on either side of you, smacking a kiss on your lips before looking down at you with an amused grin. "you're insatiable, you know?"

you nod cheekily and reach up for another kiss, which he indulges for only a moment before he's moving away again to pull the blankets back. "but not tonight, love. m'knackered."

you stare at him with a frown while he makes himself comfortable on the spot next you. "but remmy, I was good and I wait—"

his hand reaches to pinch at your thigh as he speaks, "be quiet, I'll still make you come, brat." his fingers pull at the waistband of your underwear. "get these off."

you wiggle out of them and go to toss them aside when he stops you with a stern "give'em here."

when you do, he thumbs at the wetness on the fabric, moving his thumb away so a string of slick pulls and glistens under the light of your bedside lamp. he doesn't comment on it, he doesn't have to, but he watches you flush and bite at your thumb with a satisfied smirk itching at his lips.

he tosses the underwear aside and dips his thumb between his lips, tasting you. "so sweet," he teases, and then he moves two of his fingers to your lips. "get them wet for me, dove."

the pads of his fingers are calloused as they rub circles on your tongue, dipping back so you're gagging the slightest bit, little tears brimming in your eyes as he slowly sinks you into the heady headspace you've been craving. the whole time, you're looking into his eyes. his are calm and steady, and yours are vulnerable, ready to hand it all over.

"that's good," he murmurs, pulling them out of your mouth. his face softens. "good girl."

he loves the way you preen at his words, and he also loves the way your skin gets goosebumps when he trails his wet fingers down your chest and between your legs.

he doesn't even have to look, his fingers are drawn to your clit like a magnet, but he's not feeling that nice tonight, so he runs his fingers up and down your folds, circling around your entrance with featherlike pressure, all the while making sure to avoid the little bead crying out for attention.

"you're okay, quit whining," he says when you start wriggling, biting back a smile when your little hands cling at his arms and you bury your face in the crook of his neck. your little whimpers bounce against his skin, and it makes his cock twitch. his finger hovers over your entrance, "how many do you want?"

you breath heavy while you nose needily at his neck, pussy clenching around nothing at the thought of his fingers inside you. "two fingers, daddy. please."

the honorific has his ego growing and preening at how quickly he has you fucked out, especially since he hasn't even really touched you yet. his lips brush softly against your forehead before he ducks his head to look at your face. "two?" a single finger presses gently past the ring of muscle. "you sure you can take that so soon? you're so little, baby. don't wanna hurt your pretty pussy, do we?"

"n-no," you whimper, rubbing your cheek against his arm like a little flustered kitten. "I can take it, always do right?" your pouty lip squeezes at his heart. "'m good right, daddy?"

"f'course you are," he rubs his nose against yours, catching your gasp in his mouth when his fingers finally slide inside you. "my good girl, aren't you, baby? best girl."

your nod is wobbly and you give him a wet sniffle before pursing your lips at him. he breathes out a laugh and indulges you with a kiss, whispering "my sweet girl" against your lips as his fingers pick up speed.

remus' fingers drag delicious in and out, his thumb making careful circles on your clit, brewing your orgasm until your legs are shaking and your back is arching needily both away and into his touch.

"gonna give it to me, sweetheart?" he questions, cooing adoringly when you whine and gasp into his mouth. "hm? gonna come for me, bunny? always so good for me, my little princess, look so pretty like this."

"m'coming, daddy" you gasp, "comingcomingcoming"

"let go, dove. 've got you."

you come with a cry, thighs closing around his hand as you twist and writher on the mattress, whining when his movements don't slow. "c-can't, can't, daddy. s'too much. I can't—"

"of course you can," he soothes, kissing your nose before reaching down to suck at your nipple through your shirt. "gonna give me one more, yeah? one more on my cock?"

he knows he said no, and truth is he is exhausted, still grimy with the weight of death and violence, but he needs it. needs to be consumed by something pure and honest and good. not to mention the way you're clenching oh so tight around his fingers, making it almost impossible for him to move, is making his cock strain painfully against the fabric of his boxers.

not that it matters anyway, because at this point you're nodding mindlessly, babbling nonsense while you spread your thighs wide for him to settle between them, grabby hands reaching for him to pull him down on top of you. "where do you want me? hm? show me, sweetheart."

you're breathing hard as you move your trembling hand down to your pussy, past the messy curls to the slick lips that pull apart to reveal your hard little clit and twitching centre. "here, please."

"here?" he mocks, though to you it all seems genuine in your cloudy mind. his cock is out and teasing at your hole when he hums, "maybe I should stretch you out some more, don't wanna hurt you."

"no," you cry, hand reaching for his hard member and trying to pull him into you. "m'ready, promise."

"you wouldn't lie to me, would you?" he's being mean at this point, taking great pleasure in the frustrated frown between your brows and the overwhelmed little tears in your eyes.

"never, daddy. jus' wanna be good, make you feel good, please."

when he finally thrusts in, he feels you bite at his bottom lip, ankles locking tight behind his back as you secure him to you. your hands are lost and wandering, grabbing at his arms and then moving to his hair, chest heaving as you clench around him.

"fuck," his voice is strained, and he closes his eyes, forehead resting against yours. "loosen up, baby. can't move like this. let me fuck you good, alright? y'know I'll take care of you."

you nod dumbly, and it doesn't take long before you're both moaning and clinging to each other, orgasms so close you can almost taste them. his hand moves to your clit, rubbing harsh circles until you're crying out and coming undone in his arms. he holds your twitching body as he chases his own, strong lean arms wrapping tightly around you as he bucks into you with deep and mighty thrusts.

when he comes, he comes a lot, and you can feel his seed spilling inside you, filling you up and leaking out the second he shifts to pull away. he uses his fingers to scoop up the milky substance dripping out of you and shoves it back in, shushing you with a soothing hand up and down your thigh when you whine at the overstimulation.

"shh, you're alright, love. don't wanna waste it, do you?" you shake your head, but he can tell from your eyes you don't even know what you're agreeing to, trusting him to take care of you when you're at your most vulnerable. this is the part that always gets him. the though that you trust him this much, to do what's right for you, to keep you safe. he tries not to get lost in the feeling as he reaches for the drawer on your bedside table, keeping his fingers inside you to prevent any more leakage.

when your eyes flutter open you see him fiddling with a little plug, and you watch, captivated, as he sucks on it, getting it wet even though there's no real need considering the mess between your legs. he lowers it to your pussy and swipes it up and down the slick a couple times before sliding it into your cunt.

from there, still kneeling between your thighs, he slides a hand under your shirt to rub at your belly, soft smile on his face when he meets your eyes. "keep you nice and warm for the night, yeah?"

by the time he's bundling you up into his arms, you're already half asleep, and your heart feels so peaceful, knowing the man you love is here, home, holding you tight. "feel so full." you lisp, nuzzling into his chest. "s'nice."

"yeah?" he murmurs against your forehead, slowly falling asleep himself, knowing he holds his entire world in his arms.

"still owe me a dinner though."

his laughter tickles the hair at the top of your head, same spot where he soon presses a soft kiss. "that can be arranged, love."

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a/n: this feels a little ooc but it’s still cute so shush!