#whimper

Very very canon...I feel like there are a few guys like this - heisuke, shin, choso, august, takuma...

You’re straddling his lap, soft moans escaping your lips as you grind slowly over his bulging sweats. He throws his head back, his hand gripping tightly on your thighs, his mouth in a gentle ‘o’. 

You don’t bother removing your underwear, you’ve been like this for some time now, leaning over your boyfriend’s chest, attached at the mouth. You pull the soaked fabric aside and free his now throbbing cock from his sweats. Running your thumb slowly over the thick vein on the underside, his adam’s apple bobs as he swallows dryly and a soft whimper escapes his lips. 

‘Oh…does that feel good?’ you ask feigning ignorance.

He nods feverishly, his head still laid back and his cock twitching in your hands. You line him up gently and lean further forward, his chest heaving underneath you in anticipation. His hard cock slips in easily and you sink down slowly, your walls clenching around him - shocked by the sudden fullness. Head whipping up, you feel his hot breath by the shell of your ear as a broken whine emerges from his lips. You shudder at the sound, your hole involuntarily squeezing around him. 

‘Oh shit…you feel so…good’ he whimpers, broken and high pitched. 

His whines and moans go straight to your pussy as you feel your wetness leaking around his cock. You loved these sounds he makes as you clench around him. You arched your back, grinding painfully slowly, pressing down hard to take him as far as possible. 

‘Oh…ngh’ He whimpers and gasps incessantly in your ear, chills running down your neck.

‘Wait…stop-p…I can’t come…ye..t’ his voice breaks, small and pathetic. Smiling against his cheek wickedly you lift yourself right to his leaking tip and slam down in one swift motion. His hands rush to grip your waist as he buries his face in the crook of your neck, desperately trying to subdue his helpless whines. 

You hold his chin as you tip back his tear stained face.

‘Oh no…head back baby, I wanna hear you cry’ 

insomniac!Simon reminds you that your nerves serve a purpose

[fem!reader - inexperienced!reader - slow burn - loss and grief - insomniac!reader - insomniac!simon]

part i, part ii, part iii, part iv, part v, part vi

In the days before Simon returns, you get the sense that you are being watched.

@wolfstarmicrofic word count: 680

“So this is the way the world ends,” James’ voice carried out through the back garden towards Sirius. “Not with a bang but a whimper.” Not in the mood to be teased Sirius wraps his arms tighter around his knees and glares at his friend.

“Fuck off,” He says coldly, “You’ve been reading too much.” James snorts and sits on the steps next to him.

“Well that’s a first. I’ve definitely never been told off for reading too much.”

“I’m not whimpering,” Sirius ignores him, “And the world isn’t ending, either, so just- just fuck off.” He trails off a bit, sounding less harsh and more hurt than he intended. Whatever. He had just broken up with the love of his life so he wasn’t in a great mood, sue him.

“Whyyyy,” James asked, pulling out the ‘y’ as if he was still thinking about what to ask, “are you so stupid?” Sirius squawked and shoved harshly at James’ shoulder, but he barely moved. 

“I‘m not stupid,” Sirius mumbled, “I’m just being…realistic.” He wouldn’t meet James’ eye, as if doing so would expose all his lie for what it was (a lie).

“Right, right; realistic.” James placated him, “Or, just a theory; self jeopardizing?” When Sirius didn’t respond he pushed on his shoulder and his tone grew sincere. “I’m serious, Pads. What the fuck was that? We all know you two are mad for each other. What are you doing, here?”

“We’re not- we’re not good for each other, James! Just like I said, it’s just not a good- not a good fit.” It was a weak argument, and he knew it.

“Don’t fit? You’ve been best mates since you were eleven, you’ve practically been dating since fourth year, you know everything about each other- you literally finish each other’s sentences. What part of that doesn’t fit?” Sirius didn’t have a good answer, so he just shrugged.

“Can I tell you what I think?” Sirius groaned and tipped his head back towards the stars. They were so beautiful tonight, shining even brighter with the absence of the New Moon moonlight.

“Haven’t you already?” He agonized, but James was already talking again.

“I think that there’s a bloody war going on; and you’re miserable. You’re miserable, and scared, and you can’t control fucking anything anymore so you decided, for some reason, to bomb the only thing you do have control over. Then at least if you’re miserable, it’s your choice.” Sirius glared at him for a moment in silence. How was James always able to read his mind? To know what he was thinking even before he did?

“That’s… quite the assumption.” He said, finally, a bit embarrassed because he honestly hadn’t thought about it like that until James said it out loud but… yeah. There it was.

“And I think,” James continued, ignoring him again, “that when you go back inside and get one glimpse of Moony crying you’re going to change your mind immediately.” Sirius looked away, truly embarrassed this time; hot shame and guilt seeping through his chest where Moony’s warmth used to be. 

“I made him cry?” He asks, and hates how small his voice sounds.

“Yeah, Pads. The love of his life told him he didn’t want him anymore. He fucking cried.” It was bluntly honest but there was really no other way to face it. Sirius hugged his knees and felt the hot prickle of tears behind his own eyes. What had he done? And how could he ever undo it now? With a sigh James wrapped an arm around his shoulders and pulled him in. He was still his best mate, after all.

@wolfstarmicrofic March 6, word count 985

Previous part First part

He’d been locked in an interview room. He couldn’t understand how everything had gone so bad so quickly. The door suddenly opened, and Sirius sat up straight as the grumpy-looking police officer walked in. 

“Please, you have to let Remus go; there’s been a terrible mistake,” Sirius told him, but the man ignored him. Instead, he took the seat on the opposite side of the table from Sirius, put his coffee cup down and folded his arms across his chest. 

“Looks like you’ve had a bit of an ordeal, Mr Black. You’ve been brainwashed. It’s not your fault. It seems this piece of filth has been using you to get your family fortune. How excited he must have been when he realised who his last job was for. You’d do well in the future to be careful who you trust; the likes of Lupin are not for you. But not to worry, your parents have the best people on it, and he will be punished to the full extent of the law.”

Sirius couldn’t believe what he was hearing. 

“What are you on about? We left because we wanted to. Remus might have given us a helping hand, but it was our decision,” Sirius protested. He refused to let this be the narrative. Remus would never use them like that. 

“Yesterday morning, we received a phone call from a payphone near Lupin’s newly purchased property. A property we believe he purchased for this exact purpose. He gave details on the ransom that was expected for your release. It was a vast sum.” 

“That wasn’t Remus, it was Regulus.”

“Is that the name of your other captor?” the officer asked. 

“What? No. He’s my brother. We ran away together.” 

“Hmm, we have no record of that,” the officer said. 

“Regulus made the phone call and got upset that no one seemed to care that he was missing as well. Please, you have to listen to me. My parents are monsters, and we ran away. Remus is our friend; he didn’t do anything wrong.”

The door opened again, and Orion and Walburga Black strode into the room. Fear coursed through him at the sight of them. He couldn’t go back. But he also couldn’t leave Remus locked up in a cell because of him. Why hadn't he made Remus stay at the flat? Why had he needed someone to hold his hand?

“Come, Sirius,” his mother ordered, and his body instinctively began to rise until he called a halt to it. 

“No,” he said under his breath. 

“What did you say?” Walburga asked, her cruel eyes narrowing. 

“I said no, mother. I refuse to go anywhere with you,” he said louder. 

“You will do as you are commanded, Sirius,” Walburga hissed. 

Sirius finished getting to his feet and ran. He needed to find someone else to plead his case to. There had to be one police officer in this place who would help him. 

“Have you spoken with that lad they’ve got down in the cells?” 

“Yeah, he says he’s innocent, that he was just helping the Black boy. That he’d wanted to escape. It felt like he was telling the truth.” 

“Please,” he said, heading for the officers he’d overheard. “You have to help me. I ran away with my brother Regulus. We left of our own accord. The ransom call was my brother getting irate that no one seemed to care that he was gone as well. I swear, Remus had nothing to do with any of it. He’s innocent.” Sirius’s chest heaved once he’d finished, and a heavy hand fell onto his shoulder. He looked up, and his father stood behind him. He squeezed Sirius’s shoulder hard, his nails digging in, and began to steer him away. “Please, I don’t want to go with them. Please, help me!” He cried out, but no one moved apart from the policewoman who had said she thought Remus was telling the truth. 

“Unhand him, please,” she said firmly. Orion sneered at her. 

“He is my son, and I shall do with him as I please.”

“How old are you?” She asked Sirius directly, taking hold of his upper arm. 

“Eighteen,” he spluttered, whimpering as his father pulled harder. 

“Sir, your son is legally an adult; you can not take him against his will.” 

Orion yanked Sirius again. “Sir, if you do not release Mr Black, I will have to arrest you for assault and attempted kidnapping,” she said evenly, not loosening her grip on Sirius at all. 

“Do you have any idea of who I am?” Orion spat at her. 

“Yes, sir, you are Lord Orion Arcturus Black of number 12 Grimmauld Place. But I don’t care who you are, sir; no one is above the law.” 

“We’ll see about that. Greyback, I want that young man charged immediately,” Orion hissed at the officer who had kept Sirius in the interview room. 

“I think you’ll find that it’s up to this, Mr Black, as the charges are to do with him.” Sirius’s saviour butted in. 

“No charges. I drop all charges. I don’t want anything brought against him,” Sirius said in relief, using his father’s lack of attention to yank himself free from his grip. The woman quickly pulled Sirius out of Orion’s reach. 

“Flitwick, start processing Mr Lupin’s paperwork; he is free to go.”

“Right away, McGonagall,” Flitwick chirped and began typing furiously on his keyboard. 

“Lord Black, your presence here is no longer required. I will have you escorted out if you don’t leave of your own accord,” McGonagall said in that same firm voice. 

“You haven’t heard the last of this, boy,” Orion snarled, but with an entire police station watching, he couldn’t do anything more than threaten his son. 

Half an hour later, Sirius was walking out of the station with Remus at his side and McGonagall’s personal phone number in his pocket. 

Word count: 510 tags: nsfw, deaf remus, au, modern

Sign language is bold

✨ Whimper✨

Sirius opened the bedroom door and flicked the lights on and off, warning Remus to his presence. He got no response and at first, so he thought that Remus might be sleeping. Then Sirius noticed a slow, distinctive motion under the covers. He knew it would probably startle Remus since Sirius saw his hearing aids on the side table. He likely couldn't hear much of anything right now as distracted as he was, but Sirius needed in on this action. At the very least for Remus to know that he was watching.

When Sirius tapped him on the shoulder, sadly the motion stopped, and Remus shot up in bed. This dislodged the covers, and Sirius got a glimpse of his glorious body on display.

Did you miss me? Sirius signed, flashing Remus a huge grin.

You scared me. Remus answered, with no heat or irritation in his signing.

Sorry, I did try the lights. You were a little preoccupied.

Remus shrugged and smirked. You shouldn't have been late.

Get on with it then. Show me. Sirius instructed, sitting cross legged on the bed in front of Remus.

Don't you want to… Remus trailed off.

I want to watch you.

Remus blushed, and hesitantly stroked his cock a few times. It quickly returned to full hardness and Remus sighed quietly. His eyes drifted closed and Sirius couldn't have that. He scooted closer and rubbed up Remus' leg from his ankle to just above his thigh. It achieved his goal of getting Remus to look at him, but Sirius had to stop Remus from wiggling down the bed to try to get Sirius to touch him.

Eyes on me, he signed emphatically. And don't cum until I tell you to.

Remus nodded, and stopped his efforts at getting closer to Sirius. Although Sirius did appreciate that Remus was closer, legs now spread open.

Remus kept stroking himself, twisting at the head occasionally, and quickly he was panting.

Sirius, please.

Please, what sweetheart? Sirius signed.

I want… I need to cum, Remus answered one handed and very sloppily.

No, Sirius signed sharply, fingers snapping together quickly and firmly.

I can't… Remus tried before letting his hand fall to the bed, and slowing down his motions.

Faster.

But… Remus protested, but resumed the pace from before.

Sirius could tell he was losing control, cock jumping, and a beautiful, loud whimper fell from his mouth. Seconds later, Remus was spilling onto his hand and stomach, and suddenly couldn't meet Sirius' eyes.

Hey, Sirius signed then waved lower than usual, trying to make sure that he captured Remus' attention.

When brown eyes met gray, Sirius smiled gently. You were marvelous.

You're not upset?

Of course not. Sirius answered.

But you told me not to…

Remus, it's okay. I wanted to see you fall apart, it's okay you couldn't wait. I promise. You were perfect. Sirius told him. When Remus didn't answer besides nodding, Sirius pulled the other man into his arms and started rubbing his back, trying to give reassurance and comfort.

They stayed like that for a bit before Remus pulled back, grinning widely.

Your turn.

absence makes the heart grow tender

[fem!reader - inexperienced!reader - slow burn - loss and grief - insomniac!reader - insomniac!simon]

part i, part ii, part iii, part iv, part v, part vi, part vii, christmas special, part viii

Perhaps it’s being chilled to the bone that starves you of your ability to sleep.

February’s frostiness hasn’t abated at all, and all night you lay in bed, feeling the cold air grow teeth. The radiator is at the other end of the bedroom and the trek there would take energy that you don’t have. 

When the morning arrives and condensation builds on the window, you hobble into the bathroom and begin again with all the rituals of the living – the brushing of hair and teeth, the washing and make up drawing, the slow wrestle of a limp body into clothes, the shovelling of food into a mouth. 

Then, the day. Long, bright and endless, a series of hours where nothing makes sense to you though you still appear coherent to others, where your eyes hurt and your muscles feel detached from bone yet you still walk back home without simply melting into the ground.

You have not been back to the café.