Hiya ^^
I'm kinda new here, but I really love your writing as was wondering whether you could do a wolfstar x male reader os for me?
I'm thinking that Sirius and reader are in a relatively open relationship and remus is kinda panicking, bc he's having a major sexuality crisis and then one of them notices and invites him to join them to get some experience and figure himself out and they kinda tease him for not figuring out that he's gay sooner, but it's all in good fun and love.
Thank you you much, I'd be really happy if you could do that (no worries if you don't want to though.)
hahaha this was such a cute concept, I had fun daydreaming about it! I've only written I think for one male!reader before so I hope I did it justice!
poly!wolfstar x male!reader or..... I suppose poly!sirius+male!reader x Remus? idk, you decide
CW: gay awakenings, bi-panic, not internalized homophobia BUT Remus doesn't really realize he's allowed to like both girls + boys, coming out/experimentation, suggestive content but nothing is described or explicit
Remus was beginning to think he’s made a terrible, terrible mistake.
Two mistakes, perhaps.
The first one, admittedly, was getting caught.
…
Sirius came bustling into the dorm room with you following closely behind, both damp from Sirius’ post-practice shower that you had clearly been invited to.
“Gods, that was nice.” Sirius sighed as he fell back, spreadeagle on his bed.
You snorted as you ran a towel through your hair before tossing it at Sirius. “Would have been even better had you and James stopped snickering to one another through the bathroom door.”
Remus let out a snicker at that, earning him a knowing smile from you and a salacious smirk from Sirius.
“Hiya, Moons.”
“Good practice?” Remus asked awkwardly as he repositioned himself in his chair.
Sirius hummed in acknowledgement as he watched you change into a pair of comfies with a hungry expression. “Just sore now, but this one’s offered to help me on that end.”
You snorted at him again but Remus noticed a slight hint of bashfulness as you pulled a shirt over your head. “You’re such a flirt.”
Sirius made a low sound in the back of his throat as he positioned himself on his elbows; eyes still glued to your form. “Can you blame me? You look good enough to eat.”
And fuck did Remus know it. He watched as the last sliver of skin disappeared as the bottom of your shirt met the top of your joggers, which Remus mourned the loss of. He found he wanted nothing more than to run his fingers through your wet hair and see if he couldn’t convince you to take that shirt back off.
What was wrong with him?
Not only had Remus never even been with a guy, but he was also fantasising about his best friend's boyfriend? He felt like a fraud and just downright despicable.
Remus had a rather sheltered upbringing; living in the rural coast of Wales whilst being unable to attend school with the village kids meant a lack of exposure to, what his mother would call, less traditional lifestyles.
