A thought: Remus is always a dom before the full moon and all suby right after.
Oh he is.
The hormones wilding in his body more than in my body with alarming hormonal imbalance.
He’s always keeping you close because you’re only his and his only. The full moon is making tired and full of energy all at once. Most of the time you spent the whole afternoon in his lap, his long arm wrapped around you, holding you close because What if someone will want to hurt you? He has to protect you.
You always sit in him lap, his long arm wrapped around you, keeping you safe and warm.
The other hand is supposed to hold a book but he needs his hands on you, so you hold it for him. The other hand is on your tight, rubbing your clothed or naked skin to keep you warm and safe.
He reads out loud to you, occasionally peppering your hairline with kisses and he always and constantly puts some words of affirmation and praise. Words of possessiveness too.
“My girl, only my pretty girl.”
When he takes a nap with you he locks you in, you’re always curled up in his arms and he’s wrapped around you. He has to keep you safe.
Always holds your hand, always keeps and eye on you, always opens you the door (he already does it). But in this moment? You’re his precious little girl that he would keep in his pocket just to keep you safe.
Hand always on your lower back, your bag on his shoulder, picking up everything for you, carrying your feed and handing you a bottle of water.
Skipping classes with him because his kisses were so hot on your skin, on your neck, on your cheek, on your shoulders. Because his kisses were marking up your skin, from your breasts to your thighs and then he spent decades of minutes between your legs. Lapping up at your pussy as you’re drenching on his face, making puddle on the bed.
Then he’s pounding into you, taking your hand in his as he tells you how good you’re to him. Pinning your hands above your as his hips are snapping into you.
He mocks you that you’re grinding back on his hips like a bunny in heat but if he saw himself and the way he pounds into you, he would tell otherwise. Because he’s the one who shags you like a rabbit in heat. It looks a bit funny, but it feels so good.
“My little bunny, taking me so well,” his cock is nudging into all of those good spots. “Gonna mark you up, cum in you and breed you.” His breathing is short and you know that the wolf in him is talking.
“Gonna breed you so full, get you all full of me so everyone knows that you belong to me.” And you can’t help but beg him to cum in you, to breed you too. “Gonna mark you up like that, as mine only, only mine.”
But after The full moon?
He’s full of hormones too.
His cock painfully hard and leaking underneath his sleeping shorts too. “Please miss, touch me,” he chokes on a sob as you pull down his drenched shorts.
“My little moon is making such a mess, isn’t he?” You stroke his hair as he bucks his hips. “Fuck!” he squeaks as he cums, untouched. Ropes of cum landing his exposed stomach, all up to his torso. He’s breathing fast and hard, his chest rapidly raising and falling.
“Shh, you’re okay,” you coo, slipping your hand down and down his chest until you grip his still hard and twitching cock.
“Please more.” He begs and you lean down, your lips brushing against his ear. “You’re gonna cum all night and I won’t let you go for a one minute.”
And he’s cumming in your hand too, his wolf is so easy after The Full Moon. “That’s two, you’re going to give me way more.”
“Yes mommy.” He breathes out.
Then he’s snapping his hips into you and holding onto your hips as you ride him. His face is hidden between your breasts and he’s begging you. “Please mommy, let me cum in you, please miss. Need to fill you up.”
And he begs so prettily that you let him.
He clings onto you. Curling into your arms as he sleeps on your breasts, letting you play with his hair and he’s comfortably dozing off.
He holds onto you. Now you’re the one who has him behind your back and leads him in the next week. Now you’re the one who kisses his pouty lips.
You cares his body with tenderness and gentleness, kissing around his new wounds and kiss his old scars. Put ointments on them and tell him what a pretty boy he is. You hold him up as he’s trying to walk again. You are there, and holding him. And for the first time he feels like a human after the full moon and not like a monster.
Because people help the people and at the end you’re right here by his side.
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Headcanon #12
I remebered today that there were other characters in the SA series (oopsie poopsies 🤷🏾♀️)
-MY FRIEND SHANE. Let's discuss him shall we? (At another time but take a small headcanon abt him for now while I write that essay)
-basically, Shane's an adventurous kid. So when he first starts travelling as a Conqueror, he's thinking "what the flip wow." And he tries all these foods (steals rlly but shh) and new things and he's just really really happy.
(small shippy bit for @bayofwolves)
-So this is after Abeke's gone to the Greencloaks side, but whenever Shane sees something new or amazing, he thinks "I should show this to Abeke." or "Abeke would've loved this."
-and just because I'm feeling extra today 😉, when they meet up again in The Place of Desolation after defeating the Wyrm (Shane lives for the purposes of this headcanon) he's collected all sorts of items to show her and talk to her about; anything he couldn't show her, he describes to her and they're just sitting in their own quiet little bubble 😭
ok enjoy <3
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Sirius black who loves sqeezing your ass and covers it up by 'just giving you a massage darling' and you like to tease him but he always denys it and he's like 'so tense'
Of course he does!
He’s such a tease. Every time he feels how tense you are, and that the time is appropriate, he spins you into his arms. You always bump into his chest, looking up at him all confused and maybe even with a little pout on your lips and with your nose scrunched.
His hands wander down from your shoulders to your back. “What are you doing?” you whisper when his hands inch more and more to your lower back and even lower. “Hm?” He hums and raises his eyebrow. “I don’t know whatcha’ talkin’ about.” he smirks and suddenly his big hands squeezes your bum.
“Not right here,” you shyly squeak and hide in his chest.
“I don’t see anyone,” He peaks out his head like meerkat to find any people. And he was right, you’re both alone. He pulls his sunglasses up his head, his curly hair being pulled behind and he looks like a queen or some run way model.
He’s so pretty and you can’t help but feel your cheeks burn when you look at him. Fuck damn it, he’s the one who is supposed to shy away and blush and rush, not you.
“What’s making my pretty girl so tensed, hm?” he asks, taking your chin between his fingers and holding your gaze on him. You melt under his eyes and you know that you can shoot him with a charm you.
“That one pretty boy standing in front of me.” you wink at him and then he’s all red like a tomato too. Sly smile spreads on his face and a small silent chuckle escape him. “Shut up.” he mumbles as he looks away.
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Headcanon #11
OK FRIENDS time to talk about our feline friend Uraza 😌
FIRST. Uraza's a little stalker. (a grumpy one at that) You know she's making good use of her silent skills. But she's like everywhere? She's in the trees, stalking across stone walls, or leering down at you from some high up object. She likes to jump scare people too. Conor's walking down the hall? Next minute there's a growling purple eyed leopard staring him down from one end. Scary no? Just wait till she scares Rollan. He's somehow in a tree or on his way to Arctica :)
TWO. Uraza loves to be pet. We already know this from the books but it's not just Abeke who she'll let pet her. (She's her favourite though) Any one of the four fallen kids accidentally brushes against her and she's nudging her head against them asking for more.
Ok that's all 😘
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