Sirius x Reader x Remus: Cuddle Fluff

(Full name) was being squished to death. . .  Completely cuddled and suffocated to the point of injury by the fluffiest pile of floof she had ever seen . . .  and yet she found herself unable to push the source of her demise away.

“P-Paddy,” she huffed as she used all of the strength in her upper arms to try and move the squishy fluff from her face. “M-Moony, g-guys. . . CAN’T BREATHE!!!”

As (F/n) was completely swallowed by the mountain of fur she gasped her last gulp of fresh air, afraid she would indeed be smothered beyond repair. But quite quickly the two cuddle-monsters began to let up, and a cold-wet nose snuffled against the young woman’s cheek. For a second (F/n) thought that she’d be crushed as the two creatures shifted on either side of her, but almost as soon as the thought came to her it quickly disappeared. For the pressure of the intense floof once more became bearable and she was met with the sight of two large and somewhat bashful canine smiles.

(F/n) couldn’t help the smile that rose to her own mouth as she looked at them, raising a hand to both of their heads. “Dang, I never knew how cuddly and fluffy you guys were . . . Guess I’ll just have to be more cautious when you two lean on me from now on.”

From her right a large black dog with friendly dark brown eyes twinkling merrily, looked at her with amusement. While the large canine/human creature on her left merely watched them both with curious golden eyes.

“Behave, Sirius Black,” (F/n) chastised with a laugh. “Just because you’re in dog form doesn’t mean you can get away with stuff. And you can just forget the puppy dog eyes. They won’t work on me.”

Sirius snuffled, which sounded quite similar to a scoff, before he swatted at her with his paw. The adorable flirtatious gesture wasn’t lost on the young woman, but she quickly turned her attention to the other figure that sat on her side.

“You have the right idea, Remus. Pleasant, well-behaved, and as sweet as can be- with the exception of the first few minutes of the Full Moon . . . You know, working with that other were-shifter you’ve told me about has done absolute wonders. I’m so glad that you’ve finally figured out how to control your transformation, Moony.”

The werewolf made a small whining sound of agreement, before his golden eyes grew soft. Ever since he had started spending his full moons with the female Were, Remus had slowly been able to gain control of his rational mind and had ultimately retrained his senses. It had been nearly a year and Remus was doing exceptionally well.

(F/n) turned back to Sirius with a lifted brow as he pawed at her again, before she sighed and smiled at him too. “Ahh, never mind . . . We all know I love you both just the way you are. . . No matter how shoddy you sometimes act, Searse.”

Sirius gave her a full mouthed doggie-grin before leaning his head in the crook of her neck. The woman giggled despite herself, before she offered her free hand to the werewolf. “Group hug, fellas. Just no smothering me this time, okay?”

Moony slowly tucked himself into the woman’s free side- more hesitant than his friend- before he rested against her too. (F/n) wrapped her arms around both of them and held them happily. And was almost immediately lost to the beautiful softness that enveloped her on all sides. They were both so warm and lovely! It was heaven, now that she could breathe and actually enjoy it.
. . . . Until . . . . 

“Paddy . . . what are you doing?”

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For a moment the dog growled playfully, mocking her, before he did it again, making her blush bright red. While the werewolf watched with large, yet laughing eyes.

“Sirius freaking Black!! NO KISSING ME IN DOG FORM! YOU AREN'T AN INNOCENT ANIMAL, SO NO LICKING MEEE!!”

Sirius barked humorously before flopping on her and letting his tongue wash over her cheek again. He openly basked in his accomplishment as the blush covered her entire face and she stuttered.

“P-Paddy, no, no, noo!”

But he ignored the pleas and continuing to groom her with a pleased expression as Moony silently watched, listening to the girl’s flustered stuttering with humor and just the smallest bit of pity. Poor, sweet thing that she was.