Sinful
Tags: teacher/student relationship, dry humping, innocence kink if you squint, age gap.
Feral
Tags: teacher/student, age gap, dub con, biting, bruising, no foreplay, rough sex.
Tea, Professor Lupin?Tags: teacher/student, age gap, biting, marking, making out, grinding, dry humping, rough sex, unprotected sex, my grammar (english is my second language), not proof read.
Red-handed
Tags: Professor/student, reader masturbating, age gap, jerking off, cum on clothes, mentions of embarrassment, some "good girl", orgasm control, very slight edging, my grammar (english is my second language), not proof-read.
Corrupted
Tags: Professor/student, smut, blow job (reader giving), swallowing, rough sex, professor kink, lots of "good girl", implicit mention of spanking, reader climaxes twice, so does remus, marking, mention of bruising, mention of biting, choking, reader depicted as "innocent", mention of reader almost passing out, aftercare, not proof-read, my grammar.
Mine
Tags: teacher/student relationship, rough sex, smut, jealousy, implied reader masturbation, no safeword, dom/sub dynamic, marking, biting, possessiveness, not proof-read, my grammar.
First Morning Together
Tags: age gap, spooning, smut, impregnation kink if you squint, my grammer, not proof-read.
Alpha, please.
Tags: teacher/student relationship, omega verse, alpha!remus, omega!reader, breeding kink, unprotected sex, dubious consent because reader not very in control, age gap, my grammar (english is not my first language), not proof read.
Aged and Edged
Tags: teacher/student roleplay, (reversed) D/s dynamic, oral sex (reader giving), swallowing, premature orgasm, remus comes twice, overstimulation.
Patience is a Virtue
Tags: Oral sex, fluff, smut, kissing, unprotected sex, grammar, reader comes twice.
No Thoughts. Just Remus.
Tags: teacher/student relationship, desk sex, getting caught, marking, smut, loss of virginity.
Too Full
Tags: rough sex, dom/sub dynamic, dom remus lupin, sub reader, cum kink(?), age gap, porn without plot, praise kink, lots of "good girl", light humiliation kink, my grammar, not proof-read.
Daddy
Tags: daddy kink, some good girl, porn without plot, smut, rough sex, oral sex (f reader receives), d/s undertones.
Angst/Hurt/Comfort
LifelineTags: self-harm, mental health issues, scars.
Nothing Else MatteredTags: war, panic attack, teacher/student.
Home
Tags: abuse, alcohol, parent passing away, food and struggling to eat, bruises, cuts, daddy issues.
Fluff
Lost and Found
Tags: Fluff, angst, a bit of hurt/comfort, a bit of self-hatred, kissing, mention of wizarding war and lost of loved ones
Wait
Tags: light angst.
Him
Tags: teacher/student, student crushing on (older) teacher.
Chocolate Kiss
Tags: teacher/student, kissing.
Chocolate, Tales, and Tea with Professor Lupin
Tags: slight teacher/student.
Detention?
Tags: professor/student, age gap, kissing, fluff, some touching, very light smut if you squint, flirting.
Domestic BlissTags: age gap, fluff, domestic life, mention of past teacher/student relationship, implicit mention of sex, mention of potential pregnancy.
Christmas at 12 Grimmauld Place
Tags: Professor/student relationship, fluff.
Between Classes
Tags: teacher/student relationship, age gap, kissing, discussing self-care, mention of stress, mention of snape (love him tho), fluff, mention of eating, some "good girl".
Other
Detention with Professor Lupin
Tags: very very light D/s undertones.
Remus Lupin/Severus Snape (Snupin)
Fluff
Infuriating
Tags: snupin, kissing, fluff, enemies to lovers.
Smut
Filthy Beast
Tags: snupin, angst, smut, anal sex, top remus lupin, bottom severus snape (tops from the bottom though).
hi love, you don’t know me from adam but i just wanted to express my sympathies and empathy for what you and the love of your life are going through :( you don’t even gotta answer this w a post love🖤 i wish you both well and a beautiful lifetime of happiness 🥺🖤
Thank you so much for your message, it warms my heart <3 things have started to improve and we are slowly getting out of these scary times.
Summary - Your yearly Hallmark fluff, special Remadora (and Teddy) edition. Post war. Everyone lives. (717 words)
Tags - mention of death, remadora, hallmark fluff.
Notes - I am so sorry for being away!! I don't know if I am back for good but I really felt like writing. A lot has happened in my life since this summer. Anyway, enjoy this cheesy Hallmark fluff. This is my first Remadora :)
The air smelled of blood and smoke and death. It was thick with dust from the debris, from bodies being pulverized, from magic sparks flying in all directions. Remus stood in the middle of it. Rather, he floated above it all. His heart was pounding in his chest, though he wasn't sure it was still there. He wasn't sure he still was. He looked down at his hands; they were pale, almost translucent.
His vision focused on the scene hidden by his hands. It was illuminated by a sickly light and everything became sharper, more grotesque. Two bodies, motionless on the ground. Himself, pale and broken, crumpled alongside a woman's whose hair that used to be so bright, was now dull and lifeless.
He tried to scream, to call out to her, to himself, but no sound came out of him. He surged forward, desperate to reach them, to touch her, to touch himself, but something was holding him back, pulling him away. He tried to fight it, to claw at it, shouting now- he was sure of it.
His panic was cut short by something warm and inviting. Coffee. Pancakes. Was that syrup? A trick, he thought. A cruel trick. Was this what death smelled like? Then came a pressure on his chest, something small and insistent. A weight pressing against his ribs. The weight…giggled?
"Dada?"
The scent of coffee and pancakes grew stronger. The weight on his chest shifted and pressed harder, tiny feet digging into his ribs.
"Dada? Wake up!"
Remus gasped and his eyes snapped open. The world was violently bright. For a moment, he couldn't process what he was seeing- a small blob of blue hovering over him, wide eyes staring down at him.
"Dada! You're awake!"
Teddy, Remus thought. His beautiful boy with wild blue eyes that matched the oversized Weird Sisters he was wearing as a pyjamas. Remus let out a shaky breath. He was home. Alive.
"Dada, you were making weird noises," Teddy said.
Remus blinked again. His chest was still heaving. "I…I'm fine, Teddy," he said in a groggy voice. He reached up and brushed his fingers through Teddy's soft hair. "Just a bad dream. That's all."
"Teddy, love! Tell your dad that his pancakes are going to be cold if he doesn't get up soon," a bright voice came from the other room. There was a clatter of plates, and then the voice added, "Oh, and tell him he's going to miss the presents if he doesn't hurry!"
Teddy's face lit up at the mention of presents, and he scrambled off Remus. "Dada! Pancakes and presents!" he exclaimed as he mustered all the strength a toddler had to tug insistently on his father's hand.
Remus managed a faint chuckled, though his body still felt heavy. He could hear Dora's laugh from the kitchen. His Dora. Warm and alive. The sound was enough to ground him. She was alive. He was alive. Teddy was alive.
"Alright, alright," Remus said as he sat up slowly. Teddy bounced on the bed, clearly impatient. His mother's energy, Remus told himself.
"Mummy says you have to hurry!" Teddy declared as if it was some important decree. "She says your presents will be cold and you will miss the pancakes…or uh…" he shrugged.
Remus chuckled and shook his head. "Well, we can't have that, can we?" He scooped Teddy into his arms and pressed a kiss to his son's temple. Teddy giggled and wriggled in his father's grasp. The man was too slow for him. Mummy was faster. Much faster.
Remus carried Teddy to the kitchen and caught sight of his wife standing by the stove, her wand in one hand and a spatula in the other. She turned, smiling at him.
"Took you long enough," she teased. "Merry Christmas, sleepyhead."
She set the spatula down and crossed the room, wrapping her arms around her two boys. "I made too many pancakes, and Teddy here already tried to eat half the batter."
"Merry Christmas," Remus murmured before pressing a kiss to Dora's temple, and then another to Teddy's forehead.
A loud crack came from outside. Teddy wriggled out of his parents' grasp and dashed to the living room window like a little jet of blue light.
Hey guys. This is not my usual posts but I felt like I had to write this. As you may have noticed, I have not been writing much lately. I am not stopping or anything, but I am going through rough things in my personal life and the energy to write is not there. I learned this week that the love of my life has cancer. It has been a very difficult time and I am trying to cope. Maybe I will get a little burst of energy to write some time. I see you guys in my inbox, thank you for trusting me with your ideas. If I write, it might not be from the requests, as I really want to do them justice. Sorry for my lack of writing, just need to slow down a bit. Take care everyone <3
Warnings - smut, angst, cursing, top remus, bottom severus (topping from the bottom though), anal sex, my grammar, not proof read.
Notes - Hi guys. Sorry I'm behind on requests and have been absent. I was in Sweden for a month and just burnt out again with university lol I felt like a quick Snupin smut. Sorry if this isn't what you wanted, but this is what I felt like writing in the moment. Will work on requests soon ish. Also this is my first time writing M/M smut.
"You're back, then," Remus spat bitterly, pacing the room.
"Obviously," Severus replied coolly, arms crossed, as if desperate to create a physical barrier between himself and the man before him. "I assumed you could handle yourself while I was gone, Lupin."
Lupin. It was spoken in a tone that was both calculated and cold. Filled with venom, poisoning Remus to the core. Designed to sting. Designed to put distance between them, to act like they were nothing more than colleagues,
"Lupin again, is it? Weeks, Severus! You disappear for weeks without a single word and then waltz back in here as if I'm nothing more than a nuisance?" Remus' voice was shaking, not with fear but with pure unrestrained need had been trying to keep in check for too long.
Severus' face remained infuriatingly unreadable. "I had a mission to complete. I don't have the luxury of coddling your insecurities."
"Do you enjoy this? Do you enjoy pushing me away and pretending like none of this matters? Like we don't matter?"
"There is no we," Severus replied coldly, but his voice lacked its usual bite. "This is hardly the time for emotional outbursts."
"Emotional outbursts?" Remus stepped closer, invading Severus' space. "I haven't seen you in weeks, Sev. And all I get from you is this- this stupid act you're putting on! I'm sick of it. I'm so fucking sick of it, Severus."
Severus clenched his jaw, trying to maintain his façade. "I don't have time for you-"
Remus lunged, grabbing Severus' collar and slamming him into the wall with a deafening thud. "Shut up, Severus!" he growled, pinning him there. "Do you think I don't see through it? You're so afraid to feel, so afraid to let yourself want something, to need something. But you do want it, don't you? You want me just as much as I want you."
Severus' eyes narrowed, the thin thread of control he had been desperately clinging to starting slip through his fingers. "You know nothing of what I need."
"I know everything, Severus. I can smell it on you. You're aching just as much as I am. You just just won't admit it."
Severus opened his mouth to respond, to snap back, but he hesitated. For the briefest moment, the mask slipped, and Remus saw the flicker of want, of desperate need in Severus' eyes. Remus leaned closer, crowding Severus against the wall, his breath hot against Severus' face. "You're not fooling me," he murmured. "You're already fucking hard," Remus growled in an almost accusatory tone as he pressed his thigh between Severus' legs.
Severus swallowed hard and for a moment, he considered pushing him away, continuing the charade. But he couldn't. Not when Remus was standing this close. Not when his own body was betraying him.
"Remus..." came the faintest whisper from Severus' lips.
There it was. Remus. The façade had shattered.
In one swift movement, Severus grabbed Remus by the collar of his shirt and pulled him into a bruising kiss. The force of it was enough to make Remus stumble, but he didn't care. He responded immediately, his hands gripping Severus' robes as if they were the only thing holding him together.
"Fuck, Severus," Remus groaned against his lips. "I've been going mad without you."
Severus said nothing. His breath was ragged as he felt himself being yanked toward the bed, but he didn't care. It was too late to fight. Too foolish to deny. He barely had time to think before Remus shoved him against the bed, bending him over it. "Remus, calm down-" he tried to admonish but he was swiftly cut off.
"Shut up," Remus snapped, his hands already working to undo Severus' trousers. His fingers were trembling with urgency, and his breath was coming in short, sharp bursts. "Tell me you want this, Severus. Tell me."
Severus opened his mouth to protest, but he didn't trust his own voice to deny what he truly wanted. He did want this. He wanted to give in, to feel, to be taken. The best he could manage was a badly forced sneer. "Go on then, you filthy beast."
Remus wasted no time. With barely any finesse, he fumbled with his own trousers, roughly pushing them down. He was so hard it hurt. He spat into his own hand and slicked himself hastily. There was no time for gentleness, no time for preparation. He gripped Severus' hips as he lined himself up and entered him with one hard thrust.
"Fuck!" Severus cried out, his fingers clenching the bedsheets as Remus pushed deeper.
Remus growled, already too close to the point of no return. He wasn't gentle. He couldn't be. His hips bucked against Severus with a wild, frantic rhythm. "Severus...Fuck," he gasped, his breath coming in ragged pants as his hips slammed against Severus again and again.
Severus clenched around him, the raw feeling of being taken so hard, so rough, made him dizzy. "You're...you're fucking feral, Remus," he groaned, though there was no reproach in his voice- just lust.
Remus only groaned in response, his grip on Severus' hips tightening. His hips slammed forward again, harder this time, and he let out a shuddering moan and he felt the tight heat of Severus clench and relax around him. He barely managed a few more thrusts before he felt his control snap. "Fuck, fuck, I'm-" Remus gasped, his voice breaking. "I'm coming."
Severus felt Remus' cock throb violently inside him, felt the hot rush of semen fill him. "Fuck," Severus groaned, his own cock twitching as he felt Remus spill inside him.
Remus kept moving, his hips grinding desperately against Severus, trying to prolong the pleasure. "More," Remus growled. "I need more."
Severus' cock hardened further at the sound, the idea of being the object of Remus' desire making him impossibly (and shamefully) aroused. "Take it, Remus. Take what you need."
Remus let out a ragged moan and thrust even harder. He couldn't stop, couldn't control himself anymore. It was pure, animalistic instinct. His hands gripped Severus so tightly he knew there would be bruises later, but Severus didn't care. He wanted this. Wanted all of it.
Remus' movements became frantic again, his cock twitching inside Severus as he came for the second time. "Fuck, I'm coming again," he groaned, his voice broken.
Severus let out a choked moan as he felt the warmth flood him again. "Yes, Remus, yes," he gasped, his hand moving to stroke himself furiously. "Fuck, I'm going to come."
With a few more rough thrusts, Severus' climax exploded out of him, thick spurts of his release covering the sheets beneath them. "Remus," he moaned, "fuck, Remus."
Remus collapsed over Severus, his hips still grinding slightly. Both of them were panting, drenched in sweat, sticky with come. Remus' grip finally softened, and he pressed a gentle kiss to Severus' shoulder. He pulled out slowly, and settled next to Severus before pulling him against his chest.
"Lupin what are you-" Severus protested, his body rigid.
"Lupin again? I just fucked you into oblivion and you still call me Lupin? And for your information, Severus, I'm holding you. I'm not angry enough to let you collapse into your own mess."
Severus just huffed, too weak to fight, and relaxed into Remus' arms just enough to let him know that he loved him, but not enough to let on that he loved him that much
Summary - You accidentally call Remus "Daddy" while he fucks you and he goes feral. (1,051 words)
Tags - daddy kink, some good girl, porn without plot, smut, rough sex, oral sex (f reader receives), d/s undertones, my grammar, not proof read.
Notes - Throwing this here and RUNNING AWAY BYE I can't believe I wrote this I'm sorry.
"You're so beautiful," Remus whispered, his voice filled with love. "I love you," he said, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to your lips. He took his time, his lips moving tenderly against yours, savouring the softness of your mouth.
His hands began to roam your body, caressing your skin with the lightest touch, as if you were the most precious thing in the world. His fingers traced the curves of your waist, moving slowly up your sides, making you sigh softly. He broke the kiss, his lips trailing down your jaw to your neck, where he placed gentle, lingering kisses. You giggled a bit, the delightful sensation of his beard tickling you.
Remus' hands continued their journey, moving down to the hem of your shirt. He looked into your eyes, seeking permission. You nodded, and with careful movements, he lifted your shirt over your head.
"You're perfect," he said softly, his eyes taking in every detail of your body. He kissed your collarbone, causing you to tangle your fingers in his hair, pulling him closer, craving the connection. His hands moved to your breasts, gently caressing and teasing, eliciting soft moans from your lips. "Remus," you gasped.
"Shh," he soothed, his lips moving lower, kissing a trail down your stomach. "I want to take my time with you."
Your breath hitched as he reached the waistband of your panties, his fingers hooking under the fabric. He looked up at you, his eyes dark with desire. "May I?" he asked, seeking your permission before going further.
"Yes. Please, Remus..." you breathed.
He slid your panties down your legs, his hands lingering on your thighs, savouring the feel of your soft skin. He kissed his way back up, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of your inner thighs with exquisite slowness.
When he finally reached your core, he took his time, his tongue and fingers working expertly to pleasure you. You moaned, your body arching off the bed as you sought more friction, grinding yourself against his mouth. Remus hummed in delight, moving his tongue in slow, deliberate strokes. His hands held your hips firmly, keeping you in place as he brought you dangerously close to the edge.
Just as you were about to tip over, he stopped. You whimpered in protest. "Remus, please," you begged desperately.
He moved back up, positioning himself between your legs. You could feel him against your lower belly, his cock hard and throbbing. "Are you ready for me?" he asked softly.
"Yes," you breathed, nodding frantically.
Remus guided himself to your entrance, pausing to savour the moment. He pressed a soft kiss to your lips as he slowly pushed into you. You gasped, your hands gripping his shoulders as he filled you completely.
"You feel so good," he murmured against your lips.
Remus began to move, his thrusts slow and deliberate. You whimpered, your body adjusting to him. He buried his face in your neck, his fingers tangling in your hair softly. "So perfect for me," he breathed, thrusting himself deeper. He continued to move slowly, his hips rocking gently against yours.
"Daddy..."
The word slipped out of your mouth before you could stop it and you regretted it instantly.
Remus froze, pulling back slightly to look at you. "What did you call me?" he asked, his voice surprisingly controlled.
You blushed furiously, trying to look away. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean-"
"Say it again," Remus ordered, turning your face back towards his.
"Daddy," you whispered hesitantly.
"Fuck..." he breathed roughly. The effect was instantaneous. His eyes darkened with a feral intensity, a low growl escaping his lips as he flipped you onto your stomach, raising your hips roughly.
"You want to call me Daddy?" he growled. "Then you'll take everything Daddy gives you."
He thrust back into you with a force that made you gasp, his grip on your hips tight and unyielding. You cried out, the feeling of him both pleasurable and deliciously painful. "Remus-"
"No," he interrupted sharply. "Not Remus. Daddy."
"Daddy," you repeated through a whimper.
"Good girl," he growled, his pace relentless. Each thrust was demanding, deep, hard, his grip on your hips bruising. "You feel so fucking good," he groaned. "So tight and perfect for Daddy."
You moaned pathetically, your body arching back to meet his movements. "Daddy, please," you whimpered.
"That's it. Take all of me. Show Daddy how much you need this."
Your whimpers soon turned into cries as you neared the edge. "I'm so close."
"Such a good girl. Come for me," he growled. "Show Daddy how good he makes you feel."
His words, his pace, his depth, were enough to send you right into oblivion. Your body shuddered as you came around him, your walls tensing and relaxing with each wave of your climax.
"Ahh, fuck," Remus moaned as he felt you clench around him. "I'm going to come," he groaned. "Daddy's going to fill you up."
He held himself as deep as he could, his hips bucking uncontrollably as he spilled himself inside you. "Fuck," he breathed.
You felt a wet, sticky warmth starting to leak out of you as his cock still pulsated with the remnants of his orgasm. Remus was panting and sweaty, barely able to keep himself up. Once he gathered his strength, he slowly pulled out and collapsed next to you, utterly spent.
You lay there, your back to him, absolutely unable to look at him.
Remus chuckled softly and turned you around gently. "Look at me, love," he murmured.
You slowly lifted your eyes to meet his, but then quickly tried to hide your face in his chest, the embarrassment too much to bear. Remus laughed. "No hiding," he said, cupping your face and lifting it so your eyes met again.
He studied you for a moment, his eyes filled with a mix of amusement and affection. "So...Daddy, huh?" he teased.
You groaned, covering your face with your hands. "Remus, please," you mumbled, your voice muffled.
"Hey," he said, gently pulling your hands away from your face. "I'm not making fun of you. It just surprised me-"
"Well, it certainly didn't seem like you hated it," you retorted playfully.
Remus laughed again, pulling you close and kissing the top of your head. "Quite the contrary," he admitted.
Summary - Remus pumps you full and tells you to hold it in for the rest of the day. Literally. (1,590 words)
Tags - rough sex, dom/sub dynamic, dom remus lupin, sub reader, cum kink(?), age gap, porn without plot, praise kink, lots of "good girl", light humiliation kink, my grammar, not proof-read.
Notes - Guys this is absolute filth I don't know what else to tell you. I'm embarrassed. I made up this silly scenario at university today. I'm sorry if this is a mess. I wrote this in 2 hours, barely proof-read it, and English isn't my first language. Good night now!
The parchment in Remus' hands blurred at the edges. Numbers swam before his eyes - Order safe house locations, patrol schedules, supply caches. None of it seemed to penetrate the fog of his mind. All he could see was the flash of a silhouette pinned beneath him, hear the echo of a moan. Your silhouette. Your moan.
Your relationship was a secret. It was a raw, passionate love, born out of desperation and need. Remus knew it was almost unhealthy, the way he craved you, needed you, but he couldn't help himself. You were his escape, his forbidden sanctuary in a world gone mad.
His focus on the parchment was shattered, his thoughts consumed by you. A frustrated sigh escaped his lips. He was aching to be with you, but the house was always bustling with Order business... until it wasn't. For a delightful moment, the attention wasn't on him, the members too busy, too taken with their own tasks.
He didn't need to say anything. He just took you by the hand and you knew. The moment the door to his bedroom slammed shut behind you, he warded it. His need was immediate and overwhelming. He was already rock hard, his erection straining against his trousers evident. He wasted no time, spinning you around and pushing you face down on the bed, hiking up your skirt with an urgency that bordered on madness.
"Remus," you gasped, your voice muffled by the mattress.
"Shh, sweetheart," he growled. "I can't wait any longer. I need you. I need you now."
He hastily freed himself, his erection throbbing with need. The sight of you, face down and hips raised, made his cock twitch almost painfully. He tugged your panties down, just enough to give him access, and positioned himself at your entrance. He pressed hip tip against you, feeling your warmth, and pushed into you with one swift thrust. "Fuck, you're so tight," he groaned, his hands gripping your hips firmly.
You whimpered, your body trying to accommodate his size. "R-Remus..." you gasped, your fingers clenching the sheets.
He stilled, his thumbs rubbing soothing circles on your hips. "Easy, love," he murmured. "Take a deep breath. Just relax for me. You can take it."
You nodded, your breathing evening out as you adjusted to him. "That's it, good girl," he praised as he felt you relax about him. Once he felt your ease, Remus began to move, his thrusts slow and controlled. His grip on your hips tightened, pulling you back to meet his movements.
"That's it," he groaned, his pace quickening. "Take me. Take all of me." Each thrust was powerful, demanding, driven by a need that bordered on feral. He grabbed a fistful of your hair, tugging it back, making you arch back into him. "God, you feel so good wrapped around me."
You moaned in response, your body yielding to him. "Remus..." you whimpered.
"Such a good girl...taking me so well."
Your body shuddered with each movement, your breaths coming in ragged gasps. "I can't...Remus, I..."
"Yes, you can," he growled. "You can take it. Let go for me."
You cried out, your body trembling violently as you reached the edge, clenching around him.
"That's it," he murmured, his grip on your hips painfully tight.
He could feel himself nearing the edge too, his control slipping further with each thrust. "I'm close," he warned you, his voice strained. "You're going to make me come. Ah...fuck. I'm going to come inside of you."
He thrust into you one last time and held himself as deep as he could, his hips bucking as he released inside you, a loud moan escaping his lips. "Yes...you feel so fucking good," he groaned, his body trembling with the force of his orgasm. He stayed inside you for a while, his cock pulsating, lazily thrusting a few more times to prolong the sensation.
Eventually, he slowly withdrew, his breath still heavy, his hands caressing your back. "Are you alright?" he asked softly.
You nodded, your cheeks flushed.
He smiled, pressing a kiss to your shoulder before pulling you up and turning you to face him.
"I want you to do something for me."
"What is it?" you asked, still breathless.
"Don't clean up," he said simply. "I want you to stay like this, full of me, all day."
Your eyes widened, a deep blush spreading across your cheeks. "Remus..."
He chuckled softly as his fingers traced random little patterns on your skin. "Yes, love. You will do as you're told, aren't you?"
"Y-yes, Remus," you responded, eager to please him despite being embarrassed.
"What a good girl," he murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. "Now, let's tidy up a bit so we can head back. We don't want the others suspecting anything, do we?"
"No, Professor," you teased.
"Careful, love," he warned playfully. "You might just get me started again."
"Maybe that's what I want," you replied innocently.
Remus chuckled, shaking his head. "You're insatiable."
He helped you adjust your clothes and gave you one last, lingering kiss before leading you out of his bedroom like nothing had happened.
Only a few hours later, you felt the undeniable sensation of Remus' essence running down your thighs. Your face flushed a deep crimson, and you immediately sought him out. You made your way to the dining room where the Order was gathered for a meeting. You waited at the doorway, your eyes wide and pleading. Remus' eyes traveled your form, pausing briefly at your thighs, and he immediately understood.
Maintaining his composure, he stood smoothly. "Excuse me for a moment," he said calmly.
He followed you to the study, closing the door behind you. "What is it, love?" he asked, although he already knew the answer. He wanted to hear you say it.
You hesitated, looking down in embarrassment. "Remus...it's...running down my thighs," you admitted.
His eyes darkened with desire at your words. He lifted your skirt slightly, exposing your slick thighs. "Aww," he cooed, his tone both mocking and affectionate. "Is my little girl too full?"
Your face turned an even deeper shade of red, and you looked away, flustered. "Remus, I-"
"Hush," he interrupted. "Let me see."
You stood still, your heart pounding in your chest as he lifted your skirt further up, giving him better access. He took out a handkerchief and began wiping you clean, his touch light and gentle. "You need to try and hold it in a bit longer, love," he murmured.
"But, Remus, I can't-"
"No," he said firmly. "You will do as I say. Can you do that for me?"
"Y-yes, Remus."
"Very good," he whispered. "Now be a good girl and hold it in. I'll take care of you after the meeting."
You nodded again, his words going straight to your core. "I'll try."
Remus smiled, kissing your forehead. "That's all I ask. Now, go back to what you were doing."
Remus watched you go before composing himself and returning to the meeting, his demeanor as calm and collected as ever.
"Sorry for the interruption," he said smoothly, taking his seat. "Where were we?"
You kept to yourself for the rest of the day, mostly focusing on staying still, desperate to please Remus. As evening finally fell, Remus discreetly took you back to his bedroom, closing and warding the door behind you.
"Show me," he instructed.
You hesitated for a moment, your cheeks flushed. Slowly, you lifted your skirt, revealing the sticky mess that had accumulated throughout the day. Remus hummed appreciatively at the sight, his eyes darkening.
"My, my...looks like I've made quite the mess down there," he whispered. "You've done so well, sweetheart. I'm very pleased with you," he praised.
You could barely hold still under his gaze, feeling exposed.
"Now, let it out," he commanded softly.
You went to protest, thoroughly embarrassed by the idea. "But, Remus, I can't just-"
"I said, let it out," he repeated firmly.
You bit her lip, your eyes darting nervously, but you obeyed him, relaxing your muscles. Remus watched with satisfaction as the evidence of your intimacy slowly began to trickle down your thighs.
"Good girl," he murmured. "You're doing so well."
Your face burned with embarrassment, but you felt a strange sense of pride for following his instructions, for pleasing him.
"That's it, just let it out," he soothed, his hands gently rubbing your hips. "How did you feel today? Sitting around the others knowing you were full of my seed?"
"I-I felt like I was...yours," you let out almost too quietly.
"That's right, love. You're mine. Say it."
"I'm yours, Remus."
"Such a good girl for me," he praised. "You've done so well today. Now, let get you cleaned up properly."
He led you to the bathroom, helping you undress and stepping into the shower with you. He washed you gently, his hands moving slowly, caring, possessive, gentle.
"You've been so good," he murmured. "You did exactly as I asked."
You leaned into his touch, feeling utterly safe and cherished. "I just wanted to please you," you whispered.
"And you did. You've pleased me very much," he replied, his hands gently massaging your shoulders.
After you were both clean, Remus dried you off with a soft towel, his movements slow and deliberate. He led you back to the bedroom and tucked you into bed, joining you under the covers.
"You need your rest," he said softly, his arms wrapping around you protectively. "You've done enough for today."
Summary - Snupin drabble. The news about Neville's boggart spread quickly. Severus Snape is furious, and Remus Lupin is in love. (667 words)
Tags - Snupin, kissing, fluff, enemies to lovers, grumpy snape, my grammar, not proof-read.
Notes - Hello once again from the depths of academia. I had less than 2 hours to write this silly drabble because I have a family event today. This is my first Snupin and I am terrified to post this. I know Snupin is a rare pair, so if you are not into this, it's all good! Feel free to filter the tags. Also, I will keep writing Remus x Reader. This is just for fun.
The rumour had hit the staffroom like a rogue Bludger. Professor Flitwick looked positively horrified. Professor McGonagall, ever the picture of stoicism, raised an eyebrow so high it threatened to disappear into her hat.
"Neville's boggart..." Professor Sprout began, her voice a bit hushed, "transformed into Professor Snape."
A collective gasp filled the room. Severus Snape, always working hard to look terrifying, transformed into something else? A weird blend of curiosity mixed with morbid fascination.
"Apparently," Professor Sprout continued, "Professor Lupin here told the boy to make it wear his grandmother's clothes!"
Laughter, both nervous and genuine, broke through the tense silence. All eyes turned towards Remus, who stood nonchalantly by the window, a picture of studied innocence. He could practically feel, however, the accusing glare burning a hole in his back from Snape.
"Utterly humiliating," Snape hissed as soon as the bell rang, announcing the end of their break. The staffroom emptied in a rush, leaving Remus and Snape alone.
"Dreadfully embarrassing," Remus offered, a sly smile playing on his lips. The way his eyes twinkled with barely contained amusement only deepened Snape's anger. Infuriating.
"You call this a laughing matter, Lupin?" Snape's voice was a low growl. "That idiot boy's pathetic fear manifesting as...me, in those atrocious garments? Preposterous!"
Remus, instead of cowering under Snape's usual tirade, simply threw his head back and laughed, a full, rich sound. The sight of it, coupled with the amusement in his eyes, did something strange to Snape. An unwelcome warmth was blooming in his chest, quickly followed by a comforting tide of irritation. NO. He did not have time for such things. Remus was infuriating. Yes. Infuriating.
"Honestly, Severus," Remus finally said, "it wasn't that bad." A bit of harmless fun."
Snape's pale cheeks burned. He hated it when Remus called him Severus. It felt...familiar, intimate. Something about the way he said it made his insides twist in a way they shouldn't.
"Harmless?" he spat. "Longbottom is already as useless as his pathetic toad! And the rest of the class... seeing me walk out of this blasted wardrobe..."
He trailed off, noticing the way Remus was inching closer. Before Snape could react, he was back against the cool stone wall, Remus' body warm and solid against his.
"Relax, Severus," Remus murmured. "I'll make it up to you tonight."
Snape's breath hitched. "Don't be ridiculous, Lupin," he blustered, but his heart hammered against his ribs. THE AUDACITY! To suggest such a thing...and in the staffroom, no less.
A slow, infuriating smile spread across Remus' face. "Plus... it was about time you came out of the closet, Severus."
"Coming out of - what are you even-"
But the words died on his lips as Remus leaned in, the heat of his breath ghosting over Snape's lips. Before Snape could register the movement, Remus' lips were pressed on his, the kiss quick but enough to silence Snape. It was over in a flash, leaving him reeling, an infuriating mixture of anger, fluster, and a very unwelcome affection overwhelming him.
"Lupin, you can't just-" Snape started.
Remus chuckled. "Can't just what, Severus? Kiss my boyfriend? I think I can."
Snape scowled, but there was no real anger behind it. "We're supposed to keep up appearances. The others can't know-"
"Oh, come on, Severus," Remus interrupted. "It's not as if we're fooling anyone. Don't you see the looks Minerva is giving us?"
"That's exactly the problem," Snape muttered, though it lacked conviction.
"They don't care. And besides, I like seeing you all flustered like this. It's...endearing."
Snape huffed, crossing his arms over his chest in a desperate attempt to put distance between them. "You find everything endearing."
"Only when it comes to you," Remus replied softly, leaning in for another kiss.
This time, Snape didn't resist at all. "You're infuriating," he murmured, attempting another glare.
"And you love me for it. See you tonight," Remus shot back as he vanished through the door, leaving Snape speechless, furious, and in love.
Summary - You visit Remus Lupin in his office during school hours. Ever the caring and overprotective boyfriend, he questions you about your self-care habits. He notices your exhaustion and, despite your deflections, gently scolds you for skipping meals and losing sleep over studies. Don't worry, though, you're still his good girl (839 words).
Warnings - teacher/student relationship, age gap, kissing, discussing self-care, mention of stress, mention of snape (love him tho), fluff, mention of eating, some "good girl", my grammar (english is my 2nd language), not proof-read.
Notes - I don't know what this is guys. I'm tired. I submitted two papers in two weeks. One to a journal, one to a conference. I needed to write something soft and fluffy I guess. I need him.
Remus was gazing out at the grounds from his office, a sigh escaping his lips. The day had been relentless, a blur of staff meetings, frantic students, and the gnawing worry that loomed over him when the full moon approached. He closed his eyes for a moment, trying to relax before his next class.
His peace, however, was interrupted when the heavy door of his office burst open. He tensed momentarily, but relaxed as the sight of you. His sunshine, his secret, his love. As soon as you entered, you ran to him and jumped into his arms. Remus caught you easily, closing the door with a flick of his wand and warding it. He wrapped his arms around you properly, holding you close.
"Hello, love," he greeted you, kissing the top of your head. "You know you shouldn't be here between classes…" he admonished gently.
"I missed you," you murmured, burying your face in his chest.
"I missed you too," Remus replied softly. He lifted you gently and sat you down on his desk, then leaned in to kiss you.
"How is your day going?" he asked, his eyes filled with love and concern as he noticed how exhausted you looked.
"Ugh, it's so stressful" you admitted, your shoulders slumping a bit dramatically. "I'm swamped with homework and exams. I barely have any time to breathe."
Remus stroked your cheek tenderly as you spoke, his touch grounding and soothing. "I'm sorry to hear that, sweetheart," he said gently. "What's got you so swamped in particular?"
"Essays, mostly," you huffed. "Snape's essay on the Bezoar is probably the worst. I swear, this man thrives on making everything miserable."
Remus raised an eyebrow, a gentle smile tugging at his lips. "Professor Snape is not so bad. He's just a bit…ah, passionate?"
You mocked a glare but it was quickly subdued as you leaned into his hand. "If you say so, Professor," you teased.
Remus kissed your forehead. "Have you been at least taking care of yourself?"
You fidgeted under his gaze. You knew you hadn't been. Sleep had become a luxury you couldn't afford. Your body was running on hurried bites of toasts and gulps of pumpkin juice. And Remus knew that. He knew you too well. And it was slightly annoying.
"I'm trying, honestly," you mumbled, avoiding his eyes. You hated disappointing him.
His brows furrowed, and he gently held your chin, tilting your face up so he could see your eyes. "Trying isn't enough, love," he said firmly, although his voice had remained soft. "You're running yourself ragged. You'll burn out before exams even start, and then what good will it be?"
You sighed. He was right. As always. But time management wasn't exactly your forte.
"I know…" you admitted in defeat.
"Have you eaten properly today?" he pressed.
"Yes. I mean, I had lunch. But I skipped breakfast because I was running late."
Remus frowned slightly. "Good girl for eating lunch, but you need to do better with breakfast. It's important."
"Yes, Professor Lupin," you said, playfully rolling your eyes.
"Very good," he praised with a soft chuckle.
He tilted your chin up to kiss you. "And what about sleep? Have you been getting enough rest?" He knew you haven't been, but he wanted you to admit it.
You hesitated, then shook your head. "Not really. I've been up late studying."
Remus sighed softly, his thumb brushing your cheek. "You need your sleep, sweetheart. Promise me you'll try to get to bed earlier tonight."
"Okay, okay. I promise," you said sincerely.
"Good girl," Remus murmured, kissing you again. "You need to take care of yourself, for me and for you."
"Yeah yeah yeah," you giggled, wrapping your arms around his neck in an attempt to distract him.
"Alright, love, it's time for you to get back to your classes. I don't want you to be late," he said as he pulled away reluctantly.
You pouted, clinging to him for a moment longer. "But I don't want to go. Can't I just stay a little bit longer?"
Remus chuckled, shaking his head as he lifted the wards. "No, you can't. You've already broken our rule about no visiting during school hours." He tapped your nose playfully. "Besides, I don't want you getting into trouble because of me."
You rolled your eyes again but smiled. "Fine, Professor. I'll go."
"Good girl," he said with a grin. "Now, off you go before I change my mind and keep you here for detention myself."
You giggled, giving him a quick kiss. "I wouldn't mind detention with you."
"You're impossible, you know that?" he said, pinching the bridge of his nose.
"Yep," you replied, "but you love me anyway."
"That I do," he said, pulling you in for one last kiss. "Now, get to class, Miss."
You sighed dramatically but turned to leave.
"Don't forget to eat breakfast tomorrow! And remember, early bedtime tonight."
"Yes, Professor Lupin." you replied teasingly.
Remus shook his head with a smile. "See you later, love."
Summary - You and Remus can't get enough of each other. Obviously, he ends up bending you over his desk in his quarters, incidentally taking your virginity. As Remus walks you back to your common room, you walk into Professor McGonagall, who seems to know too much, but decides to ignore it for her own sanity. Back in his quarters, Remus makes a mortifying discovery when a familiar someone pops up in his fireplace (2,341 words).
Warnings - teacher/student relationship, desk sex, getting caught, marking, my grammar, loss of virginity, smut, not proof-read, english isn't my first language.
Notes - Hey guys, it's me from the depths of academia. I am traveling for a conference tomorrow. I have to drive 3h, yet here I am writing smut. I just really had to get this silly little scenario out of my head. I don't even know what this is. I just had to write it. I love the idea of Remus wearing a bathrobe with his initials on it lol.
A soft flurry of wings caught your attention as you sat in the Great Hall, desperately trying to focus on that stupid Potions essay, and tiny owl swooped down, a small rolled parchment clutched in its talon. The note was short and to the point: "My quarters. Now."
The elegant handwriting that you recognized as Remus' sent a delicious shiver down your spine. It was unlike your usual, careful exchanges. This didn't feel like just another stolen moment; this was him throwing caution to the wind, and you were more than happy to indulge.
You looked around, making sure no one noticed, and then bolted up from your seat. Professor Lupin's quarters. Now.
Reaching his door, you barely rapped your knuckles against it before the door flew open, revealing a tense Remus. He grabbed your wrist, pulling you inside with surprising force. He slammed the door shut with his foot and warded it with a quick flick of his wand.
"Remus-" you began, but before you could finish, you were lifted from the floor, Remus' lips crashing against yours in a hungry, desperate kiss. He carried you over to his desk, parchment and quills scattering to the floor as he set you down, never breaking the kiss. You clung to him, your fingers digging into his back as your body arched instinctively into his.
Remus groaned into the kiss as your legs hooked around his waist. He pulled away slightly, both of you out of breath, and whispered against your lips, "I can't get enough of you."
His lips trailed down your neck, nipping at the soft skin there. You let out a needy whimper, a sound that undid him completely. He felt a primal, possessive need to make you his. The urgency of his movements surprised you. He was always so reverent, only allowing a few pecks here and there, a lingering touch. But now, he was devouring you, and it was all you wanted. No thoughts. Just Remus.
"Remus," you whispered.
"Y/N," he responded, his voice deep and husky. "I need you. Now"
You could feel the heat radiating off him, the hard ridge of his length pressing against you through your clothes.
"Please, Remus. Please," you pleaded in a shaky breath. "Please."
That plea shattered any self-control Remus had been clinging to. With a ragged breath, he pulled back and spun you around, pressing you against the wooden surface of the desk. He fumbled with your clothes, desperate and impatient, his hands undoing just enough of your clothing to give you what you both craved. He positioned himself, and with a deep breath, he entered you, drawing a gasping moan from both of you.
You pushed back against him, your fingers digging into the desk. "Remus…"
His name on your lips sent him into a frenzy. He moved with a desperate intensity, every thrust forcing you to raise yourself on your tiptoes, to try and keep up with him. His hands gripped your hips, guiding your movements, and he leaned over you, burying his face in the crook of your neck to stifle a moan.
"You feel so good," he groaned. "I can't… I can't hold back."
"Don't," you gasped. "Please, Remus. Don't stop."
He growled low in his throat, his movements becoming even more urgent. The desk creaked under your combined weight, but neither of you cared. All that mattered was the overwhelming need to be as close to each other as possible.
His grip on your hips tightened, his movements growing more forceful. You cried out as you reached your peak, your body shuddering with the force of your climax. Remus followed moments later, a guttural groan escaping his lips as he spilled himself inside you, holding you tightly against him.
He stayed like that for a moment, breathing heavily. Slowly, he pulled back, helping you off the desk and turning you around to face him. He kissed you gently this time, the urgency replaced by tenderness.
"Are you alright?" he asked softly, his eyes searching yours.
You nodded, a blissful smile on your lips. "More than alright."
Remus tried to regain his composure slightly, though both of you were sweaty and disheveled. He made a futile attempt to adjust your clothes, but there was no use. They were ruined and you both knew it. His gaze drifted downwards, noticing the result of your encounter trickling down to the floor from you.
"Looks like I made a bit of a mess there," he mumbled, a sheepish blush creeping up his neck.
"Well, Professor, who would have thought such a composed man could be so… messy?"
A genuine laugh escaped him. "The blame, my dear, falls squarely on you. You're impossible to resist."
He leaned down, capturing your lips in a lingering kiss, and with a gentle hand on your back, guided you towards the bathroom.
Once there, you started peeling off the clothes that had survived your encounter, but Remus stopped you with a soft touch. "Let me," he murmured.
He took his time, his touch tender and reverent as he cleaned you up. His fingers traced the love bites and flushed skin that marked his claim on you. He placed soft kisses on them, as if sealing his love into you.
When he finished, he wrapped you into his large dressing gown. It engulfed you in his scent, a comforting mix of cinnamon, wood polish, and something distinctly him. You perched on a small stool, stealing glances at him as he cleaned himself with a quiet efficiency.
After drying himself off, Remus offered his hand to help you up. "Come on, let's get you comfortable."
You took his hand, and he led you back to the main room. He fetched a blanket and laid it out on the couch, guiding you to sit down. "Rest here for a bit, you don't have to go back just now," he said, tucking the blanket around you and pulling you back against him.
As you settled into a comfortable silence, a memory jolted Remus. "Accio," he murmured, and a small vial materialized in his hand. "Contraceptive," the label read.
"Here," he said, offering it to you. "It's best to be safe."
You looked up at him, taken aback. "Where did you get this? Not Professor Snape-"
Remus gave a nervous laugh, a flicker of worry crossing his features. "Sirius," he admitted. "He sent it with a rather cryptic message about 'precautions.'"
Your face turned crimson with mortification. "Oh God. He did?"
Remus nodded, trying to hide his amusement. "Yes. But it's important. Please, drink it."
The thought of your uncle anticipating your secret encounter was almost too much to bear. You downed the potion in one go, shuddering and grimacing at the bitter taste.
"Good girl," Remus murmured, placing a gentle kiss on the crown of your head.
"Uncle Sirius knows, then? About…" you trailed off.
Remus hesitated for a moment before nodding. "He know there's something between us. He's not blind," he explained, referring to the summer you had spent together at Grimmauld Place, stealing glances at each other like a bunch of teenagers.
You groaned, burying your face in his chest. "This is so embarrassing. Please, promise me you won't tell him about what just happened."
Remus chuckled, stroking your hair reassuringly. "I promise. Your safety, and Sirius' sanity, are worth more than anything."
You lifted your head slightly, your gaze flickering up at him. "Was that your first time?" you asked, your voice barely a whisper. Despite the lingering blush on your cheeks, there was a playfulness in your eyes that sent a jolt through Remus.
He let out a surprised chuckle. The question, though somewhat innocent, was unexpected. "Merlin, Y/N," he said, a touch of amusement in his voice. "No, it wasn't. I'm rather ancient, you see."
You feigned offense with a playful shrug. "Well, excuse me Professor," you teased. "Just trying to gauge the competition."
Taking a deep breath, you confessed, "Actually, that was my first time."
Remus' smile faltered, replaced by a wave of guilt that washed over him. "You should have told me," he said, his voice low and serious. The image of your hurried encounter flashed before his eyes, and a pang of regret stabbed at him.
"Why?" you countered, tilting your head in genuine confusion.
"Because," he began, "your first time shouldn't have been… like that. Bent over a desk, rushed, with barely a moment to breathe."
Your response surprised him. A soft giggle escaped your lips. "Actually, Remus," you admitted, "that's always been a bit of a fantasy of mine. A little forbidden, a little…messy."
A blush crept up Remus' neck at your words, a nervous chuckle escaping him.
"And perhaps," you continued, "next time you can show me properly."
Remus' breath caught at your suggestion, and he tried to remain casual and unaffected but failed miserably. "I, uh, well… yes, of course," he stammered. "Whenever you're ready."
You giggled again, enjoying the sight of his flustered state.
A sudden jolt of panic shot through Remus as he glanced at the clock. It was well past curfew. "Merlin's beard," he muttered, "I need to walk you back to your common room before anyone notices you're missing."
You nodded, reluctantly getting up. You were still clad in Remus' dressing gown, your clothes crumpled in a ball clutched in your hands. The large "R.J.L" embroidered letters on the chest were impossible to miss.
You stepped out of Remus' quarters, trying to appear as casual as possible, only to turn a corner and find yourselves face-to-face with Professor McGonagall.
You froze, your smile vanishing faster than a puff of smoke. your eyes wide with shock. McGonagall's sharp gaze swept over you both, taking in the sight of you in Remus' robe, your hair damp and slightly mussed, and landing finally on Remus himself.
The silence stretched, and you braced yourself for McGonagall scathing reprimand.
"Miss Black," McGonagall began, her tone questioning but laced with the knowledge of what was clearly going on. "What are you doing out of your common room so late, and why are you wearing Professor Lupin's robe?"
You opened your mouth to respond, but before you could say anything, Remus stepped in, a charming, albeit slightly panicked smile plastered on his face.
"Professor, I was just on my way to accompany Miss Black back to her common room," he said smoothly. "She had a bit of an accident in the Potions classroom earlier and got some ingredients on her clothes. She came to my office for help cleaning up, and I lent her my robe to wear in the meantime."
McGonagall raised an eyebrow, clearly skeptical but unable to challenge the story outright without more proof.
“I see. Well, Professor Lupin, I trust you will ensure Miss Black returns safely to her common room?”
“Absolutely, Minerva,” Remus replied, his voice steady. “I was just about to do that.”
McGonagall studied you both for a moment longer, then sighed. "Very well. But in the future, Miss Black, do try to avoid such mishaps so close to curfew. And Remus, please ensure that students return to their dormitories in a timely manner."
"Of course, Minverva," Remus said with a respectful nod.
With that, McGonagall swept past you. Remus took a deep breath, the tension visibly draining from his body.
"Well played, Professor," you teased.
Remus chuckled. "Just another day at Hogwarts," he quipped.
Reaching the entrance to your common room, you turned to face him and whispered, "Goodnight, Remus."
"Goodnight, love," he replied, then leaned in and gave you a quick, soft kiss on the lips. You slipped through the entrance of your common room, giving him one last smile.
Remus watched you go for a moment, and made his way back to his quarters.
He sank back onto the couch, his gaze trailing across the room and settling on the now-innocent desk. His mind, however, was reeling with what had just transpired. The feel of your skin, the warmth of your body pressed against his. He closed his eyes, a ghost of a smile playing on his lips, and let himself slip back into the memory.
A sudden crackle from the fireplace jolted him back to reality. Sirius' grinning face filled the flames. Remus nearly jumped out of his skin, a strangled scream escaping his lips.
"Merlin's beard, Sirius! What- what are you doing here?"
Sirius' laughter echoed in the room. "Fire-called you earlier, Moony," he said, "but it seemed you were…busy."
Remus choked, absolutely mortified. His mind raced, wondering if Sirius had truly witness what he thought he had. "I… uh, what do you mean?"
Sirius raised an eyebrow, his smirk widening. "That poor desk looks like it's barely standing after this."
Remus' face fell, his mind going blank. He stammered, "S-Sirius, I-"
"Don't worry, Moony," Sirius said, his grin softening. "Just wanted to check on my niece. Seems she's well taken care of, though."
Remus could only manage a weak nod, his voice still lost somewhere in his throat.
"Did you use the little potion I sent over?" Sirius asked casually.
Remus croaked out a confirmation, his cheeks burning hotter than the fireplace ever could. A satisfied smirk spread across Sirius' face.
"Just looking out for you both, mate. You weren't exactly discreet over the summer," he continued, a wink following his words. "Besides, wouldn't want any little surprises popping up in a few months, would we?"
Remus was so mortified he could hardly speak. "Sirius, I… I didn't mean for you to-"
Sirius laughed, shaking his head. "Relax, Moony. I trust you. Just remember, she's precious to me. But from what I can see, you're doing a decent job."
With that, Sirius' face disappeared from the fire. Remus slumped back further into the couch, burying his face in his hands. Relief mingled with worry. Sirius knew. Definitely. Yet he seemed… accepting. The thought offered a sliver of comfort, but he knew he wasn't going to tell you anytime soon.
I was wondering, when you get the time if you could do a birthday thing with Remus where it starts off all cutesy and fun during the day and gets sexual in the evening, or something like that. Maybe the date could be Dec 6th or take place in December?? I kind of rambled sorry. I hope you have a good day!!
Patience is a Virtue
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Summary - It's your birthday and after a date in Hogsmeade, Professor Lupin goes down on you (1,978 words).
Warnings - Oral sex, kissing, fluff, smut, cheesy fluff, unprotected sex, my grammar, not proof-read.
Notes - It's my birthday so I decided to write this request. I'm also half-asleep and only have 4 hours of sleep left before i have to get up for university :') cheers
It was a cold winter day, the kind of cold that bit at your cheeks and made the snow crunch under your feet. Your hand was securely tucked into Remus', each breath you took materializing as a small cloud before dissipating into the crips air of the Scottish Highlands. Hogsmeade was just a short walk away, and you could already see the rising smoke from the chimneys of the snow covered houses and shops.
"Are you sure you wouldn't prefer a warmer celebration? We could apparate to Spain, have a paella by the beach," he teased.
Laughing, you squeezed his hand. "And miss a birthday walk to Hogsmeade with you? Never. Besides, I'm looking forward to that cinnamon latte at Madam Puddifoot's" you replied.
Remus smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he glanced down at you. "Well, anything for the birthday girl," he said. You knew Madam Puddifoot's wasn't Remus' favourite. It was too pink, too tacky, too much, but you loved it and it was your birthday and so he went.
As you approached the village, you took in the scent of fresh pastries emanating from the shop with their frosty windows. Children ran past you, laughing and throwing snowballs. It was perfect. He was perfect.
You turned your face to look at him, admiring the way the winter sun caught the edges of his slightly greying hair and the gentle lines around his eyes. Feeling your gaze, he looked down, his eyes meeting yours with a softness that made you absolutely melt.
"Enjoying the view?" he asked playfully.
"Yes, Professor," you giggled, the title coming out teasingly.
Remus chuckled warmly. "You must stop being so adorable- it's hard to resist not kissing you right here," he quipped as he reached to tuck a loose strand of your hair back into your scarf.
"Why resist, Professor?" you whispered back, standing on your tiptoes, pulling him closer by his coat.
With a mock sigh of surrender, Remus leaned down, his lips meeting yours in a sweet, lingering kiss.
Hand in hand, you continued your walk into Hogsmeade. The village was charmingly festive and buzzing with excitement for the coming holidays. You soon found yourselves in front of Madam Puddifoot's tea shop. The place was bustling with chatter and filled with a slightly over-the-top array of pink decorations and floating candles that flickered softly above your heads.
Remus guided you to a secluded table, helping you off with your coat before pulling out your chair. He waited until you were comfortably settled and made his way to the counter, only to return shortly with a tray bearing two steaming cups of cinnamon lattes and a plate of pastries.
His gaze lingered lovingly on you as you took a sip. Your cheeks were still pink from the cold and your eyes were sparkling with the joy of the day that he had made so special. "You're beautiful," he murmured, almost without thinking, keeping his voice low enough so only you could hear.
You looked up from your cup, not brave enough to set it down and expose the blush that was threatening to intensify under his gaze. After a moment, Remus slid his hand into his coat pocket and pulled out a small, elegantly wrapped box, placing it gently on the table. "For you," he said softly.
Your eyes lit up with curiosity and delight. "Remus, what is this?" you asked as you untied the ribbon and opened the box to reveal a delicate gold necklace with a beautifully crafted moon as a pendant- a symbol so deeply personal to him.
"It's just...I always want to be with you, even when I'm not there. This way, a part of me always will be," he explained, his eyes never leaving your face.
"It's beautiful," you whispered, lifting it out and holding it towards him. "Would you...?"
With a nod, he stood, moving to your side to fasten the necklace around your neck. His fingers brushed your skin, sending a shiver that had nothing to do with the cold. Once secured, he leaned down, kissing the top of your head softly, whispering, "Perfect."
Sitting back down, Remus reached into another pocket and produced a slightly larger package. "There's more," he added.
As you unwrapped the second gift, you found a luxurious quill, alongside a well-bound book on advanced potion-making, and a selection of your favourite teas.
"Remus, how did you...these are perfect!"
"I'm glad you think so. I love seeing you this happy."
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After running a few errands, you and Remus returned to the quaint warmth of your cottage. It smelled of lavender mixed with the earthy scent of the woodsmoke from the fireplace. It smelled home.
You began unpacking in the kitchen, lining up a few ingredients for a simple dinner and setting aside the new teas beside the kettle. The house was quiet, save for the quiet crackle of the fire and the occasional clink of a jar finding its place on the shelf.
Remus watched you for a moment, leaning against the doorway, his eyes tracing the familiar lines of your figure. He walked quietly behind you, slipping his arms around your waist, pulling you back against his chest. You let out a small, surprised gasp, a smile curving your lips as you leaned back into him.
"Did you get everything you needed?" he murmured.
"Mmm," you hummed, feeling the warmth or his body seeping into your back.
Remus leaned down, his lips brushing the skin of your neck, placing tender kisses that made you shiver delightfully. "You smell like cinnamon and winter," he whispered, inhaling deeply as if trying to imprint your essence in his memory. His hold tightened, one of his hands tracing a path up to caress the line of your jaw.
You tilted your head to give him better access, your eyes closing in delight. "Remus," you breathed out.
He responded with a low hum. "I can't seem to get enough of you," he murmured, his lips tracing a path up to your ear, nibbling gently. "Like a man starved."
You turned within his armed, facing him, your hands sliding up to circle around his neck. "You have me. All of me," you said, pressing your body closer to his. You could feel his growing arousal through your layers of clothing, pressing insistently against you.
His eyes darkened, "Oh, I do intend to have you," he replied before scooping you up effortlessly. A spontaneous giggle escaped you as your legs wrapped instinctively around his waist and your arms draped around his neck, allowing him to navigate through the cottage to your bedroom.
The door swung open, and he crossed the room to lay you down on the bed. Standing back, he looked down at you with an intensity that made you squirm. You sat up, reaching out toward him, craving his touch.
Remus shook his head, a playful yet firm "No," escaping his lips. He raised an eyebrow, his voice teasing, "Now, now, where are your manners, young lady?"
Your response was an exaggerated pout, your eyes meeting his in a silent challenge. You never wanted to give in so easily, but the man before you made you quite literally fold. Despite your short-lived attempt to brat him, his presence commanded the room, and you were momentarily stunned by it.
Remus chuckled softly. "I'll give you what you want," he assured you, "but you need to be patient. Good girls are patient."
Patient? That word simply wasn't part of your vocabulary. You tried again to reach for him, your hands stretching out, seeking him. But in a swift movement, you were pushed back onto the bed, your hands pinned above your head as he hovered above you.
"And what did we just learn about patience?" he teased.
Your breath caught, your mind going blank. "T-that it's supposed to be...rewarding?" you stammered.
"Very good," Remus smiled, leaning closer so that his lips nearly brushed against yours. He began removing your clothes, each movement calculated and slow, torturously so, laving you increasingly exposed and vulnerable under his gaze.
Finally bared to him, Remus began to kiss your skin softly, each kiss lingering a little longer than the last. Every so often, he left a gentle mark, a love bite that spoke of possession, love, adoration. His way of saying you belonged to him.
He slowly, agonizingly slowly, made his way down to your most sensitive area, his breath teasing you.
"Remus, please," you whispered. "I can't take it anymore. Please."
"Shh," he soothed, his breath teasing you again as he spoke. "I've got you."
You gasped as your felt his tongue tease at your clit, your hips bucking up involuntarily. He swiftly pinned you back down and pulled back.
"Ah, ah, ah," he said, "it seems someone is forgetting the rules. Patience, my love, is a virtue."
"But Remus- Ah..." you moaned as he used his fingers to spread you open and allow for better access. The tip of his tongue flicked against your sensitive flesh, and a finger was teasing at your entrance.
"Remus..." you whimpered, your fingers tangling in his hair. You felt his lips curl into a smile against you. He trailed his tongue down to your entrance, poking at it, exploring, tasting, savouring, and pushed in. His finger worked your clit gently, barely touching it.
Your hips bucked again, and this time he allowed it. He hummed against you and began to slide his tongue in and out while simultaneously rubbing your sensitive bundle of nerves. Your body was tensing now, your back arching as the pleasure began to build.
Your legs were spread wide, shamelessly, your hips thrusting upward to meet his movements. But Remus is patient. And Remus knows what he is doing. His finger brushes against your clit more firmly, yet not enough. It's teasing, tormenting, and making you yearn for his touch even more.
"Remus...Remus Please." Your voice is breathless, your hands clenched tightly into the blankets.
Remus grins against your skin. He has you exactly where he wants you. He uses the tip of his tongue to swirl around your clit, then flicking over it quickly before retreating. A finger teases your entrance before venturing inside as he increases the pressure of his tongue. You cry out, your body tightening as your climax nears.
With one last flick of his tongue, he pushes you over the edge, your body shuddering as your orgasm rips through you. You breath hitches, your back arching off the bed as you try to hold onto consciousness.
Before you could even form a thought, Remus' clothes had vanished, and he was pushing your legs apart with a growl, his length pressing insistently against your core. He was hungry, keeping his eyes locked onto yours as he slowly entered you.
"You feel so good," he breathed. Your eyes fluttered close as he began to thrust inside you. Slowly. Lovingly. He leaned in to capture your lips, allowing you to taste yourself on him. You moaned into the kiss as he buried himself fully within your warmth.
He groans as he feels your tight, wet heat around him, and his movement become more urgent, his body rocking against yours with increasing speed.
"Don't stop Remus..." you moaned as you felt your second orgasm begin to crest.
He picked up the pace, gripping your waist with a bruising force and slamming into you, his movements bordering desperation.
You clenched around him, moaning his name as you reached your peak again. The sensation made him growl, and his body tensed as he spilled within you, his movements finally slowing down. He collapsed on top of you, his breathing ragged and his heart pounding against your chest.
"Happy birthday, beautiful," he whispered in your ear. "I told you, patience is a virtue."
I'm so obsessed with him it's unhealthy. I have a folder on my phone with 800+ edits of Remus.
I've also been re-reading the books recently (last time was back in 2017) and the man is SO FATHERLY!?!
In PoA when Harry faints on the train and Remus excuses himself...he doesn't go to speak with the driver...he goes to SEND AN OWL TO MCGONAGALL TO TELL HER HARRY FAINTED so when Harry arrives at school he gets swarmed by Poppy and McGonagall.
In OOTP he literally writes a letter to Mr and Mrs. Dursley to let them know that Harry was going with him and to not worry about him. He leads the entire mission to bring Harry safely to Grimmauld place. He stands up to Molly to tell her they all care about Harry. He tries to calm everyone down and starts serving dinner, telling Molly it looks delicious. He comforts Molly when she sees her boggart by PETTING HER ON THE HEAD GENTLY!?!?! He lectures Harry about letting Snape help him in Occlumency. He accompanies the trio to visit Arthur at St-Mungo's during Christmas!?!?! He goes over to sit with a werewolf to make him feel less alone and more human!?!?!
This man makes my heart melt every single day. I'm in a constant battle with myself, wondering if I want him to be my dad or my husband.
Remus is HUNG. I don't care what people say. The manhood is felt, even long after. Surprisingly, it's not bulgy, it's quite well hidden by his underwears and trousers, but when he wants you, nothing can contain it. It springs free, throbs, and nudges you insistently. It's not so much that it's unbelievably huge, but it's one you could hurt yourself with if you are not careful.
For a good (somewhat canon) visual, I'm just going to recommend the movie Naked from 1994 by Mike Leigh (in which stars David Thewlis) at the 18:25 mark. Enjoy :3
Hey, I loved Corrupted! Can we try it the other way around with Y/N dominating Remus? 👀
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Summary - It is Remus' birthday and you edge him a year older using your mouth (1,665 words).
Warnings - teacher/student roleplay, (reversed) D/s dynamic, oral sex (reader giving), swallowing, premature orgasm, remus comes twice, overstimulation, my grammar.
Notes - HAPPY BIRTHDAY REMUS <3 Thank you for your request @crazykidsdontmelt! I never thought of reversing the roles and it was surprisingly fun!
It was a quiet evening in the cottage. It often was, with Remus. Yet, today, the quietness was more pronounced, as he deliberately made it so because it was his birthday- a day he stubbornly believed didn't warrant any celebration.
You, however, thought the man should be worshiped. You adored him. But anything extravagant would spark a rant about the insignificance of another year passing, an silly argument that would end with you rolling your eyes at him and him attempting a stern glare, only to be betrayed by the soft kindness that filled his eyes whenever he looked at you. So you kept it quiet. Of course, you made his favourite breakfast, took him to his favourite bookstore, brewed his favourite tea- a strong cup of Earl Grey with a dash of milk- but you kept it quiet.
Now, you both lounged by the fireplace, him on the sofa and you on your preferred spot on the floor, tucked cozily between his legs, each absorbed in a book. You still were both new to this kind of domesticity. It wasn't long ago that you were his student, where every interaction, every stolen glance, every touch was forbidden.
Turning around, you shifted your position, now looking up at him with a mischievous glint in your eyes. His book hovered mid-air as he watched you with a curious expression.
"Is everything alright, love?" he asked softly, his hand reaching down to caress your cheek.
"Mhm" you mumbled before resting your head on his thigh, feeling the comforting weight of his hand as it moved to thread through your hair.
Your own hand began a daring journey over his thigh, a light, innocent touch at first that grew bolder as it neared his crotch. His reaction was immediate- a sharp intake of breath and a subtle tensing of his body. His fingers paused, then tightened every so slightly in your hair.
"Y/N, w-what are you doing?" he stammered, his usually composed self nearly undone by this small gesture.
You looked up at him through your lashes, feigning innocence. "Nothing".
He tried to act casual, but you could already feel him harden from beneath your hand resting innocently over his growing bulge. Deciding to take it a bit further, you sat up slightly, now kneeling between his parted legs, and looked him directly in the eyes.
"Hands off, Professor," you said playfully.
Obediently, almost comically so, he let his hands fall to his sides, his expression a delightful mix of flustered anticipation and alarm. He looked at you, clearly intrigued and utterly at your mercy, a stark contrast to the dominant he usually was in your moments of intimacy.
The bulge in his trousers was obvious now, straining against the fabric, and you couldn't help but chuckle softly as you imagined the power you held over him in that moment.
"I want you to know how much you mean to me, Remus. How much I love you," you whispered.
"I do know, Y/N, but you really don't need to-"
"I want to. Please, let me."
"Okay," he murmured, his voice quiet and vulnerable, something you rarely saw in him.
Your hands were steady, despite the excitement you felt, as you gently eased his trousers down, revealing more of him to you.
You leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to his knee, then slowly working your way up his thigh with a series of soft, lingering kisses, making his length twitch in anticipation.
"You deserve to be cherished, Remus," you said, pausing to look up at him again. "Let me show you how much."
His response, this time, was a silent nod, his usual eloquence lost at your boldness. In contrast, his erection stood proud, hard and ready for your touch.
Your fingers trailed over his skin, lightly caressing him, teasingly stroking him. And then, leaning down, you started licking a soft, slow path from the base of his shaft to the head, circling the sensitive tip with your tongue, savouring the taste of him.
His head fell back against the couch as he fought the urge to touch, to claim, to reassert the control he was so accustomed to. Meanwhile, your tongue moved deliberately slowly over his cock, never really taking him in, eliciting soft gasps from him. You love the way his body responded to your touch, the way his hips bucked involuntarily, desperate for more contact.
As you sensed his growing struggle, you paused, locking eyes with him, a silent challenge passing between you. It was then that his hands moved, almost of their own accord, reaching for you, fingers threading through your hair with a firm grip, his intention to fully bury himself in your mouth clear.
"I said hands off, Professor," you chided softly. The use of his formal title in such an intimate setting only made him throb.
With a frustrated groan, he let his hands fall back to his sides, his body language a blend of obedience and barely restrained lust. You could sense his struggle, the effort it took for him to remain passive, to relinquish control to you.
You opened your mouth, allowing him to feel the warmth of your breath, and slowly took him in, relishing the feel of him against your tongue. You swirled your tongue around the head again, making him groan obscenely.
"F-fuck…" he breathed as you felt him noticeably pulse in your mouth.
You grinned around him, enjoying the sound of his desperation, and took him a little deeper. His hands clenched at his sides, knuckles white, as he fought the urge to defy your commands. With a moan, his head fell back against the couch, his eyes closed, lips parted as he surrendered to the sensations.
You began to work your head up and down, taking more of him into your mouth each time, each movement deliberate, calculated to tease, to draw out the tension, winding him tighter with every flick of your tongue, until you felt him hit the back of your throat. You paused, deliberately swallowing around him before slowly pulling back until only the head of his cock was still in your mouth. You could taste the salty precum that was steadily seeping out of his tip and just lapped it up like it was your favourite thing in the world.
"Wait- wait- s-stop," he gasped, panic lacing his voice as his hips bucked up. "I'm…I'm going to…"
You released him with an obscene pop and watched as his eyes squeezed shut and his cock began to pulse, untouched, while thick white ropes shot out, landing on his stomach and your hand.
"I…I'm sorry," he stammered out of breath, "I didn't mean to…"
But your response was a chuckle, light and soft, as you held his still hardened length. You licked and kissed your way up his shaft, cleaning every inch of him, and took him right back into your mouth. Remus gasped, his eyes widening in surprise.
"I-I don't think I can-" he murmured, his voice strained.
You pulled back and licked the remnants of his release from your lips, one of your hand stroking him gently. "Let me worry about that, Professor."
Remus whimpered- fucking whimpered- as you wrapped your lips back around him. He made another feeble attempt at holding your head steady, weakly trying to thrust into your mouth, but you placed his hands right back on his sides.
"No," you commanded. "You don't get to control this."
Remus made a sort of desperate sound and his hands fell limply to his sides. Holding the base of his shaft, you dragged your tongue along the length of him and his response was immediate. A sharp gasp escaped his lips, his body arching off the couch. You pressed your hands to his hips, holding him down.
"Stay still," you said, stroking him deliberately slowly, feeling him pulse and throb. Remus trembled, violently, his chest heaving. He was overstimulated, right where you wanted him. You reveled in his reactions, each sound, each movement showed how desperately needy he was. You were almost in awe of the power you held, the ability to unravel this man, once your professor, who was always so composed and in control.
Almost out of pity, you allowed him back into your mouth, sinking down until your nose was flat against his abdomen- no further to go. The depth was unfamiliar and you struggled to hold yourself there, but you controlled your reflexes fighting against the intrusion and breathed through your nose as you worked your throat around him.
"Y/N," he panted, his voice filled with pleasure, desperation, and a hint of bewilderment at his own body's responses.
"Too much…it's too much…" he managed to gasp out.
You slid your lips back up, not fully pulling back, and used your hand to stroke him in tandem with your mouth. Remus was falling apart. You could feel his cock jerking in your mouth, preparing for another release.
"Oh fuck-" Remus whimpered. You moaned around him as you felt him start to spasm, his hands fisting the cushions.
You sunk back down until his cock was buried down your throat once more and swallowed around him and then, with a loud, unrestrained moan, Remus lost control, and you allowed him. His hands gripped your hair tightly, pushing you down as far as he could, his hips bucking wildly as he spilled down your throat. You swallowed everything he had to give until there was nothing left, until he finally let go of your head and fell back, boneless, as you released him.
Remus was shivering, panting, heaving, sweating. It was unbelievably satisfying to see him so undone. You had done this. You had made him this way, and it filled you with an unexpected pride.
"Happy birthday, Professor," you teased.
Remus smiled, a sheepish sort of smile, and swung his arm over his face, embarrassed.
