Casual Dominance With Remus

casual dominance with remus

warnings: very light d/s relationship (sfw), mentions of food, implication of social anxiety, reader wears makeup & is implied to be shorter than remus.

author’s note: is 700 words too long for a blurb?? idk the technicalities Help. n e ways enjoy <33

remus sighed, running one hand through his hair and tugging you back toward the dining hall with the other.

“baby, y’gotta eat breakfast,” he states, steering you toward the table.

“rem, we’re gonna be late meeting everyone,” you argue, attempting to stand back up when he gently pushes you into the seat. his hands are strong on your shoulders, easily keeping you in your spot. “‘m’not that hungry, anyway.”

“i don’t care,” he answers, and his voice is stern. remus shovels some pancakes and fruit onto your plate. when he meets your gaze, his brows are raised, challenging you to argue.

you know better—of course you do. you huff, picking up a strawberry and taking a dramatic bite out of it.

remus smirks as he begins to cut up the pancake for you. “good girl.”

you’d planned to meet your friends at a thrift store that day, and in the end you’re only a few minutes late.

you’d immediately dragged remus to the jewelry section and picked out matching rings; his only fit his pinkie, but he swore he loved it.

as you’d made your way through the store, more and more people began pouring in. every so often, your gaze would flick up toward the small crowds of people.

as you sifted through a rack of wooly sweaters, remus squeezed your hand three times—something he’d come up with, a silent way of asking are you okay?

you look up, and, meeting his gaze, you smile. “‘m okay, rem. look, this would be cute on sirius, don’t ya think?”

the sun had held up through the afternoon, and, after you’d finished your shopping, the five of you decided to go out for ice cream.

“bunny—wait,” remus said as you approached the vendor. you stopped, and before you could question him, remus was crouching—placing your bags on the stone ground beside him—and retying your shoelaces.

beside you, james and sirius were laughing. “she’s got you wrapped around her little finger, mate,” teased james.

rolling your eyes, you threw james an unkind gesture, before glancing back down at remus. he was staring up at you, eyes bright with something like love. your lips curved up on their own accord, and your fingers were running through his hair, gently tousling it.

he reached up to grab your hand, bringing it to his lips before intertwining it with his own as he stood. “‘course she does.”

shopping never failed to tire you out, and by the time you’d finished the movie sirius had suggested you watch, you were mostly asleep. head resting atop remus’ lap, his hand carded through your hair and traced small shapes on your neck.

“you awake, m’love?” his voice, warm and rumbly, was distant to your ears. you heard yourself make a garbled noise in response, and pressed your face further into his jeans.

you heard him laugh, before your body was being repositioned and the couch fell from beneath you. blearily, your eyes blinked open, and you found yourself in remus’ arms.

as you passed them, sirius patted your head, and james opened the door for you.

“where are we going?” you mumbled into remus’ chest.

“just t’the bathroom,” he replied. “you need to take your makeup off.”

you groaned, head falling back as he carried you bridal style. “it’s fine, rem. m’too tired. can just take it off in the morning.”

“no, that’s bad for your skin.” he’s standing still now, and, upon opening your eyes again, you realize you’re in the bathroom. when you glare up at him, he only smiles. “c’mon, bun, y’gotta take it off.”

“fine,” you huff, but when you begin to climb out of his arms, he brings you toward the toilet instead. closing the lid, he sets you gently atop it.

when you send him a questioning glance, he elaborates. “i can take it off for you.” he spends only a few seconds searching for the small pile of things you keep in the boys’ dorm before finding your makeup remover.

remus crouches before you, lifting your chin with his forefinger and thumb before beginning to gently wipe at your skin. as he glides across the tops of your cheeks, your eyes begin to fall shut once more.

“i love you, rem,” you murmur, voice breathy with drowsiness. “so much.”

you don’t need to open your eyes to know he’s smiling. “love you too, angel,” he says, before pressing a kiss to the tip of your nose.