#wolfstar crying during sex agenda

[lynxindisguise]

blaming this on @plecotusauritus and, per usual, @spindrifters

canon-inspired praise-kink remus, dom/sub dynamics, but mostly just crying

“No one would have made me a prefect, I spent too much time in detention with James. Moony was the good boy, he got the badge.” 

Beneath the table, Sirius gives Remus’s knee a teasing squeeze before his hand creeps higher up his thigh. 

Remus clears his throat, begging the blood vessels in his cheeks to behave themselves. Per usual, his body betrays him. 

“I think Dumbledore might have hoped that I would be able to exercise some control over my... best friends,” Remus says through clenched teeth, batting Sirius’s hand away. “I need scarcely say that I failed dismally.” 

Sirius’s grin is the glint of a dagger in his peripherals. It’s blunter than it used to be, than the slick smirk of his memories. 

“Please Moony. I can be good, I promise. I’ll make it up to you.”

They sneak off to their room at the first opportunity. Sirius sits himself on the edge of the bed, as if waiting for Remus’s command. But then his palm is pressed flat against Remus’s chest, holding him at a distance. 

“Strip for me, Moony.” 

Remus freezes. Under the blue tinge of moonlight, his hair is streaked with silver, his body a textured map of scars and jutting bones and the soft give at his middle. But in the orange haze of early evening, he’s a lopsided canvas artlessly slashed and dulled with grey. 

“Go on, Moony. For me.” Sirius’s tone is the gentle caress of a shard of glass. 

Head bowed, he shrugs off his cardigan. Trembling fingers fumble with the buttons of his shirt.

“You have such lovely hands, Moony.” 

This wrings a chuckle from him, and with it, some of the tension in his shoulders. His shirt falls open, and his heart relocates itself to his throat.

“Keep going, baby. You’re doing so well. Such a good boy.”

This is new. Very new. It was always Sirius writhing beneath him, begging for release as Remus made a tally of his disobedience on his deceptively perfect flesh. 

Now his skin is stained with ink, and Remus is standing before him in all his imperfect glory. 

“Oh Moons, you’re so handsome. Look at you.” A choked whine escapes Sirius as tears spill from Remus’s eyes. “Hey, no, come here.” 

Sirius sits up on his knees, hands ready to catch Remus’s face as he shuffles forward. He licks the tears from his cheeks and kisses his greying temples as his hands slide down to his waist. 

“I’m sorry,” Sirius whispers against the corner of his mouth, raw and stinging with salt. “You did such a good job, Moony. Let me make it up to you.” 

[hihimissamericanbi]

Me me me it's me I'm the someone!!!!!!!! And I'm sorry the byproduct of growing up uber religious is I cannot tell a lie, so idk I can't and won't apologize for Proclaiming the Truth.

Question is, what is your devotional? (Crying. I vote crying). What symbols are associated with you? (A cigarette and bloody nose maybe?) What three officially recognized miracles did you interceed for? (Let's open this to the group. What personal miracles in your life hath @kaaaaaaarf brought forth?)

Rolling In The Deep on ao3

750 words. Wolfstar. Oneshot.

Somehow, a quick interaction — a hello, now take your stuff and get the fuck out — turned into a screaming match, and before he knew it they were here, fucking on what would have been Sirius' side of the bed before everything went to shit.

This is a oneshot that I wrote in celebration of @fruity-individual's wolfstar divorce agenda. They said, 'hey isn't it funny when wolfstar cry during sex' and I said 'imagine divorced Remus and Sirius crying while they're fuckin', but are egging each other on to make them cry harder'....AND THIS WAS BORN.

Mind the tags.

[dakogutin]

smut request! trans sirius (ftm) and it’s his and remus’ first time and all really soft and :(((

ty for sending! hope this is soft enough<33 cw: graphic smut

The movie playing on their telly has long been abandoned in favor of trading soft touches and sweet kisses. But that felt like lifetimes ago. Sirius has ended up lying on top as he nips at Remus' bottom lip. They're lost in each other's taste, it's all there is in the world— Sirius. His mouth, his tongue, his lavender shampoo, and his fingers running all over Remus' hair. Remus is boneless under him.

He doubts anything can ever beat this feeling.

A hand trails down to his waist, lifting the hem of his jumper to rest on his skin. The hand is cold, but the contact is electrifying. Remus shudders a moan, unable to help himself.

And like a spell breaking, Sirius pulls away from Remus' neck to stare at him. Panic swirls in Remus' head. "What's wrong?" he asks, positively dazed.

"Nothing," Sirius quickly replies. If anything, he looks as surprised.

Remus tucks Sirius' hair over his ear. Sirius' eyes are glossy, his parted lips are swollen red, and his hair is in a beautiful disarray. "Have I told you you're the most beautiful boy I've ever seen?"

A blush forms on Sirius' cheeks despite his playful show of disapproval. "My darling Moony has already turned sappy. It's the sign of the very late hour indeed."

"Sorry," Remus chuckles, "Are you tired? Do you want to sleep?"

As a response, Sirius presses down to capture his lips deep, and all Remus' thoughts are immediately reduced to kissing back. The hand on Remus' waist twitches, brushing up and down, just as another is closing a fist in Remus' hair. He tugs, pulling Remus' head back and eliciting a groan.

And then Sirius pulls back from Remus' lips again. "No," Sirius murmurs, voice low and raspy. "I don't want to sleep... Do you?"

It's then when the wave of comprehension hits Remus. He shakes his head in reply. His eyes fall to Sirius' lips, and Sirius takes the hint, leaning in.

Sirius' hand on Remus' waist moves to brush against his nipples, causing a shudder. He feels Sirius' other hand join on his bare skin, leaving a trail of sparks. He captures Sirius' bottom lip, but feels Sirius' lips go slack.

Remus shortly realises why. A hand dips under the waistband of his trousers, seeking permission. Swallowing thickly in anticipation, Remus sighs, "Yeah..."

Sirius doesn't hesitate. He slides his hand in and closes it around Remus' prick. The pressure is divine. Remus' hips buck up— encouraging and eager, as Sirius alternates on palming and stroking.

Remus loses track of his surroundings shortly after that. He feels afloat, lost in ecstasy under Sirius' control. He cracks his eyes open only to be met with Sirius' steady gaze.

"Fuck..." Sirius mutters. "You can't look at me like that and expect me not to fuck you."

Remus grins. He needs to make sure this is real, that they're really about to do it for the first time. They've never taken it further than getting each other off, and what Sirius said definitely did not sound like he'll stop at wanking Remus. But all his delirious brain can muster is a breathless, "yeah?"

Sirius chuckles. "Yeah."

"I mean," Remus cuts himself off with a groan. It's admittedly hard to form a sentence when Sirius' hand hasn't exactly stopped moving the entire time. "Are you sure?"

Sirius gives him a kiss that's way too quick. "It's all I thought about since we moved in together," he says, popping the button open on Remus' trousers. "Is that a yes?"

"Very much." Remus feels himself overcome with just the thrill of what's coming that he barely registers Sirius pulling his pants off. The suden rush of cold air on his bare legs makes him shiver. He's pliant under Sirius' care as his jumper comes off next. And when Remus is fully undressed, he's confronted with the gorgeous view of watching Sirius strip this time. It's nothing he hasn't seen before, but the effect never seems to diminish each time.

"Don't worry," Sirius says upon noticing Remus' stare. "You can touch. That's the point." He plants a kiss to Remus' lips. "Look at you, and I've barely done anything."

"Barely done anything?" Remus says dryly, gesturing to Sirius' hand around his cock.

"Fine," Sirius chuckles, rolling his eyes.

As Remus continues to stare at Sirius' very naked body, feeling how wet Sirius is on his lap, the reality suddenly kicks in. "So, do we...?"

Sirius blinks at him.

But Remus never really knew how to finsh that question. He clears his throat. "I don't know what I'm doing," he says, feeling his cheeks heat up.

A smile blooms on Sirius' face. He looks radiant. "Me neither."

"You mean you haven't—?"

Sirius tilts his head, the smile on his face growing into something more mischievous.

Remus' cheeks get hotter. "You're really waiting for me to say it?"

"I don't know what you're on about." Before Remus can hide his face, Sirius grabs his hands, laughing, and kisses him. "Let's just figure it out together, yeah?"

Remus nods. "Why don't we do it like this, so you can have better control. I don't want to hurt you."

"Want me to ride you?" Sirius teases, winking.

Remus chokes. "So you can... have... better control."

"Okay," Sirius says in a voice ever so gentle Remus almost breaks from hearing it. And he even follows it with, "I trust you."

Sudddenly Remus feels tears stinging his eyes. He finds himself profoundly grateful he's lying down instead of sitting up. "I trust you too." He takes Sirius' hand, using it to guide him so his legs are properly astride Remus' hips. Inches separate Remus' cock from touchcing Sirius. "Do I..." Remus begins, "Do you want me to... I don't know, prepare you or something?"

Sirius' face softens. "Already did. Thank Merlin for magic, am I right?" He lifts Remus' hand to place a kiss on his wrist. "I'll be fine."

"Good. I just want to make sure we're safe... That you won't..."

"We're safe." Sirius shakes his head. "Ideally I envisioned our first time being in the bedroom, but... well, I'd rather not wait any longer. Do you? Yeah, exactly," Sirius says without waiting for Remus to respond. He huffs a laugh, sheepish and playful all at once. "Ready?"

"As long as you are," Remus says, squeezing Sirius' hand.

Sirius takes in a deep breath, and slowly slides Remus' cock inside.

Remus chokes on a grunt. It's so impossibly tight. And hot. It's like he's being sucked in. It's taking everything in him to keep his control. He decides to shift his focus on Sirius, his face scrunched up, and how he's squeezing Remus' hand this time. Remus wants to reach out, to offer any kind of assistance. Instead he doesn't move, not wanting to risk hurting Sirius.

When Sirius exhales long and hard, only then does Remus speak. "Alright?"

"Yeah..."

"How do you feel?"

Sirius whimpers. "Full."

"Is that—?"

"No, I love it." Sirius opens his eyes, half-lidded. "I feel all of you. It's... a lot." And he manages to grin lewdly at this.

"You're ridiculous." Despite himself, Remus holds back a laugh. "You're okay? You're not hurt?"

"No, Remus. It feels amazing. Don't even think of apologizing for your huge dick."

Remus doesn't protest because firstly, Sirius was right. An apology definitely was about to follow. And secondly, because Sirius is moving without warning.

His hips are lifting up and slamming down, it punches the air out of Remus' lungs. It takes a moment for Remus to realise the moan hadn't come from himself, but from Sirius. "Fuck! Okay... I get it," he says, laughing. And then he's doing it again. And again. And again.

Remus is a mindless heap under him, simply taking what Sirius is giving him. It feels heavenly, surrendering for once, being used by Sirius in the best of ways.

Sirius goes from using his legs to bounce himself, to eventually relying on rocking his hips back and forth, all in all driving Remus insane. He loves letting Sirius set the pace, doing whatever he wants. Although Sirius already said quite earnestly that he trusts Remus, it's that Remus doesn't trust himself. This is the best compromise.

"How're you feeling, love?" Remus manages to say.

"Like I'm fucking my wonderful boyfriend's wonderful dick." He laughs, and Remus can't help but laugh too.

"Sirius..." Remus grits out, squeezing their entwined fingers. "I'm close."

"So am I," Sirius replies breathlessly.

"Slow down. Please."

Sirius obliges in an instant, Remus almost thinks he fully stopped. He feels Sirius brush his lips against his own, and for a moment they stay like that, simply holding each other close, relishing their closeness everywhere. They kiss softly, tenderly, as Sirius circles his hips. It feels so lewd, so wet down there, while his lips are being revered. Slowly, Remus opens his eyes and meets Sirius' loving gaze.

"I love you."

"I love you too, Remus."

Remus pulls him in for another kiss. "I love you so much." Sirius swipes a thumb to his cheek and that's when Remus discovers the tears that had fallen from his eyes. Sirius smiles, and it's also watery. He leans back and resumes his more relentless pace. Remus knows it's with a better determination to finish now, especially as his fingers begin playing with his swollen clit right in front of Remus.

Remus doesn't think he's ever been this turned-on.

Then, Sirius is screaming. His thighs are trembling, and his eyes are rolling to the back of his head. His hips stop moving while his fingers grow erratic. And that's when Remus feels Sirius constrict his walls around his cock.

"Remus.... Ah! I'm coming!"

"Fuck," is all Remus can respond as he watches, slack-jawed and in awe. He almost forgets he also needs to come himself. When Sirius returns to himself, it's with a breathy chuckle. His eyes are glossy, tear-stricken, as they settle on Remus.

"Don't pull out," he says, bending over until their faces are inches apart. His blazing silver eyes burn Remus as he mutters lowly, "I want you to finish in me."

And that's all it takes for Remus to come with a choked sob. Hips bucking up as Sirius slams back down. Sirius rides out wave after wave of pleasure, kissing him open-mouthed and wet.

"Hey..." Sirius' voice breaks through to the cloud of haze in Remus' mind. Remus blinks his bleary eyes into focus and finds tears in Sirius' cheeks. He wipes it with his palms.

"Are you okay?"

Sirius laughs— as his first reaction is to most things. He brings his own palms to wipe Remus' own tears. And Remus laughs with him, at them, at the ridiculousness of it all. Sirius still hasn't pulled off of him, but none of them seem to mind anyway.

"Not bad," Sirius eventually says.

"I think I deserve more than a 'not bad' for an assessment."

"Outstanding performance, Mr Moony. You just fucked my brain out. I think I came nine times. That good enough?"

Remus sputters out a laugh. Again. He's beginning to think Sirius is rubbing off on him. "Too much. You don't have to lie. I just wanted to know if it was as good for you."

A smirk slowly stretches Sirius' lips. "It'd be good for you to know that I wasn't lying then."

Surprise. Disbelief. Pride. Doubt. Suspicion. "You're lying," Remus decides, poking Sirius' nose— who retaliates by almost biting his finger. "Come on, let's get cleaned up."

"Hold on," Sirius tightens his grip on Remus— his hands and legs locking them in place. His hips twitch, making Remus extremely aware of his dick still inside Sirius, and that he's already growing hard. No doubt Sirius is pointing out the exact same thing. "Who says we're done?"

ty for reading! i had to stop here or else i'll go 10k of just pwp (which if yall like then hmu👀)

[lynxindisguise]

watersports but the kink is having someone cry all over you

[lynxindisguise]

don't cover our tracks

“You’ve been miserable?” he chokes out as Sirius’s mouth reaches the gash on his hip. “I’ve been...” He’s been combusting on repeat for the better part of three years, relishing the burn until it consumes him, leaving him to wearily dust off the ash only for it to start all over again. The thought quakes through him and emerges an ugly sob.

“Oh Moony... love...” Sirius gives his thighs a reassuring squeeze, releasing a whimper. His tongue teases inward. “Let’s make it all worth it, yeah?”

***

Or, five times wolfstar cried during sex and the one time they *checks notes* almost didn't.

[lynxindisguise]

please expound on the various times during which sirius, remus, or both have cried during sex

(with each other, obviously)

gladly

the first time, obviously, bc they are so overwhelmed at having FINALLY gotten together. years of miserable miserable pining over. the absolute fucking relief. they are both justifiably a wreck

every single time sirius decides to ‘make remus feel better’ after a full moon (remus typically cries, but if he shows any sign of pain or if his joints make sad creaky little noises it’s over, sirius is bawling)

as established, sirius cries when trying to degrade remus, and remus cries when sirius praises him

they are definitely the type to hate-fuck after and/or during a fight, but they’re currently 0/12 in that NOT ending in a snotty messy sob fest

their wedding night. this one is 80% on remus

sometimes it’s just a random tuesday morning and sirius woke up with a deep dark pit of despair in place of his brain, and he asks remus to fuck him out of it, and he does, and sirius bursts into tears at the moment of climax

[lynxindisguise]

Who cries first? What makes each of them cry?

listen, these boys are switches; they absolutely alternate who cries first. that very first time though, I think remus cried first, and sirius cried because remus was crying. (he will cry each and every time remus cries.)

remus cries at praise, tender care, basically any ounce of kindness shown towards him. he’s on the verge of tears pretty much all of the time, but he’s (slightly) better at containing it than sirius. and he’s very dignified about it, a surprisingly pretty crier.

sirius’s crying is less predictable. scorpio vibes. sometimes he just wakes up feeling especially fragile, y’know? remus plays with his hair and he shatters. loud ugly sobs. tears and snot and cum everywhere. disaster.

your topics of the night

[lynxindisguise]

I think Remus should cry less tbh

OOOOOOOH okay so here's the thing anon is that obviously we love damp remus in this house, but I can absolutely get behind a remus who doesn't cry. who just bottles everything up and smushes it all down and never experiences a release, especially not with anyone else present. I can absolutely see an argument for this being the most accurate version of canon remus, especially as a man and as a boomer.

I would also argue that as much as I love to make him cry during sex, I love the idea of that being the ONLY time he cries. or when someone is nice to him. only crying when someone is nice to you is so real (not speaking from personal experience or anything...)

if, however, you're arguing that he should not be put in Situations that make him cry... yeah I get that too... but no :)

tell me a secret

[lynxindisguise]

Cursed ideas (?): during GP12 lockdown Sirius tries to cope with Horrors by having freaky not-totally-safe-and-sane sex with Remus but almost always one of them starts to cry and they have to get back to gentle lovemaking instead

lmao bat this isn't even cursed; this is a large part of my wolfstar crying during sex fic 😭

but yes. definitely. some of the less-than-safe-and-sane things I fully believe happened that won't be making it into the fic:

breath play. they both have a near constant urge to strangle each other, but when they decide to act on it, whoever is doing the choking gets scared approximately 0.3 seconds in and starts to cry

magically-enhanced bondage. it's not so much unsafe as just completely impractical. they cry out of frustration more than anything.

the wizard equivalent of knife play. probably not sectumsempra because that makes them think of snape and is therefore Not Sexy, but they are making each other bleed with the knowledge that they can stitch each other back up. or they would be, if remus didn't start crying the moment he broke sirius's perfect beautiful skin (per sirius's request).

professor-student roleplay. this should be totally and completely fine, but they get way too into their characters, and remus has a full-on crisis about being so attracted to a "teenager."

[lynxindisguise]

writing smut is hard because there's only so many ways to say "he started sobbing uncontrollably"

[lynxindisguise]

Idk if you’ve already done this, but lesbian Wolfstar for the pirate ship ask game… it might just heal the world and bring ao3 back online… worth a shot…

I have written lesbian wolfstar here! But in these trying times… we can always have more…

Also, I didn’t make them nearly damp enough last time.

…

The storm comes on quick—the clouds releasing a torrent mere moments after the sudden darkening of the sky.

“Everyone get below deck!” Lily shouts, as lightning crackles above them.

Drenched and shivering, Sirius ushers everyone to safety, the last to follow.

No, the second last to follow. Remus is behind her, wet curls dripping in her eyes, shoulders sagged with the weight of her soaked-through layers. She looks miserable, utterly pathetic. Sirius wants to wring her out like a rag.

“What?” she demands.

It’s over between them. They’re better as friends. Crewmates. That’s what they decided. Except every time they disagree on how to run things, it feels like they’re being swallowed by a whirlpool.

And now. Now their bickering has got them caught in a storm, and they’re wet and freezing and fuming, and Sirius has captured Remus’s lips in hers, and she’s stumbling backwards down the stairs with her former lover clutching her lower back.

They make it below deck and crash into a support beam. Remus presses their bodies together and sucks at her lips like she’s trying to apply pressure to a wound.

“Fuck I missed you,” Remus gasps. It sounds like a sob.

Sirius breaks then, chest heaving. Her cold-numb hands fumble for Remus’s face. She’s crying, she thinks, tears mixing with her dripping hair. “Need you,” is all she can manage.

pirate ship game!!

[lynxindisguise]

Okay I've always imagined that Sirius would get off from both praise AND humilation (with lots of aftercare ofc <3) but I need your opinion... we know that he can't say mean things about Remus but would he like Remus saying mean stuff to him??? Or would he cry???

ooooh ANON asking the important questions!!!

so. the thing is. I don't see remus ever feeling comfortable with humiliating even the most healed version of sirius. not without compulsively checking in every two seconds to the point where they never get anywhere.

but I do see sirius having major brat energy, so I could 100% see them playing out a scene where sirius is being a bad dog, and remus punishes him for his behaviour.

but even then... I think it's still very playful/flirty, like "you're such a little brat, such an attention-whore, so desperate" etc. and sirius HAPPILY agrees with all of these statements.

long story short, if remus ever actually humiliated sirius, he would absolutely cry, and it might even be very cathartic for him, but remus simply can't bring himself to do it. so they do a bratty little roleplay instead, and shockingly, neither of them cry.

[lynxindisguise]

Any fic recs for agenda 1 and/or 8? 🙏

well. so. I’ve sort of written microfics for 1 (wolfstar crying during sex agenda): evil and climax (they’re both kink-based and nsfw adjacent), and I am planning to write a one-shot based on this post. honestly, the boys get pretty weepy in everything I write, but I don’t write much in the way of smut.

otherwise, @spindrifters is the master of emotional handjobs. and if you would like lots of pain + smut, brigidfaye’s new one-shot is IMPECCABLE. I’m sure there are others, but if I’m honest anon, I’m very bad at remembering these things and also pretty darn tipsy.

OH also @spikesteaseasalt has made some gorgeous fanart for the wolfstar crying during sex agenda, and we are forever in their debt <333

as for agenda 8 (remus tops for wolfstarbucks), that was based on this post and I’m not too familiar with actually writing or reading wolfstarbucks, so if anyone has any recs, please share them :)

[lynxindisguise]

lynx! 🎧-> r/s uncontrollable sobbing naked in each other's arms vibes

oh sash my sadgirl playlist really came through for this one:

I wanna keep you inside me like a secret (snow fell like sifting flour for over an hour)

That I'll never tell (oh, I wish you could see it)

And when all is said and done

We'll run

[lynxindisguise]

What are these other agendas? What, dare I ask, is your most pressing agenda outside of monster fucking?

I’m so glad you asked anon. Here is a ranked list of my top ten agendas. Many of these are co-authored by my esteemed colleague @spindrifters

1. wolfstar crying during sex agenda

2. padfoot on a leash agenda

3. service dog padfoot agenda

4. praise/degradation kink remus agenda

5. chabrador padfoot agenda

6. degradation kink james agenda

7. lily is the only true top agenda

8. remus tops for wolfstarbucks agenda

9. turtle animagus remus agenda

10. pandora selwyn agenda

[lynxindisguise]

sunday snippet

right then @spindrifters, I was going to match your energy and post something evil from my last update, but I’ve chosen the high damp road instead

He followed helplessly as Sirius seized his wrist and pulled him towards a nearby spring. They came to a halting stop, and his hands landed on Sirius’s waist. Sirius cradled the back of his neck, tugging on the wispy curls at its nape. Their chests pressed flush against each other, bony hips rolling together. Sirius nipped teasingly at Remus's lips, leaving him gasping with denied kisses.

Their clothes slipped off, and they slid into the spring. With the help of the water, Remus held Sirius against him, finally capturing his lips. “Sirius... I...”

“Remus?”

”... want...”  

“Can I...?”

“ Please .” He could’ve cried with relief.

“Moony?”

He was crying—love overflowing and spilling from his eyes. Sirius’s eyes were churning storm clouds, threatening to do the same. Cool water sloshed around them as heat pooled inside them.

”... love you...”

”... so beautiful...”

They lost their balance, laughing and spluttering as they flailed in each other’s arms. It was that part they’d remember most fondly, the intimacy of imperfection.

tagging @kaaaaaaarf @achilleslikespeas @maybebabyplease @pinklume