#professor remus lupin

[forbidden-forest-witch]

Low quality pics of a high quality man.

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[moonyandtoasts]

Professor Remus Lupin 🫠

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[lupinmoonlight]

Under the Desk

Masterlist AO3

Summary - You want to pull a prank on Professor Lupin by hiding under his desk during one of his classes to tease him with your mouth. He dismisses class early to give you a lesson.

Warnings - smut, teacher/student (of age), gagging, very light (almost implicit) degradation, oral, swallowing, mentions of pain, my grammar. Let me know if I forgot any.

Note - Happy April Fools.

It was April 1st. You normally didn't care for stupid jokes and pleasantries, but this time you wanted to pull a prank on your favourite professor, who also happened to be your secret boyfriend. 

It was a risky prank. One that could ruin both of your lives. But that's what made it thrilling and the simple thought of it made your fingers go tingly from the adrenaline rush. 

You woke up extremely early that morning, making sure no one could see you as you made your way to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom. You felt so rebellious, skipping your first class of the day to pull this dirty prank on him. 

Quietly, you walked over to your professor's desk and crawled under it. You pulled your invisibility cloak over your body and made yourself as small and quiet as possible. 

Moments later, you heard the students file into the room and the measured steps of your professor walking down the stairs from his office to greet the class. As usual, the beginning of the class was practical, leading the students through various exercises.  

After what felt like an eternity, you heard the students taking their seats, and Professor Lupin instructed them to write a short essay on what they had been practicing. You listened carefully as his footsteps approached the desk and you held your breath, trying to remain as still as possible. Finally, he sat in his chair and you heard the soft sound of a quill scratching parchment on the surface of his desk. 

Slowly, your hand settled on his thigh, making him jump slightly. He leaned back in his chair, oblivious to your presence. You removed the cloak covering your face, a mischievous smile spreading on your lips. He gave you a stern look, but it didn't keep your hand from traveling further up to his crotch. 

The reaction to your touch was almost instant as you felt him twitch through his trousers. You could see the panic rise in his demeanour as he tensed up. You started unbuttoning his trousers with trembling hands, trying to keep your breathing in check. He was already painfully hard and you couldn't help but chuckle to yourself. Everything was going as planned. 

You could hear his breathing becoming more ragged as you freed him from his trousers. You were enjoying this a little too much. Usually, he was the one making you squirm under his touch, but now, you were the reason he couldn't sit still. 

He gasped softly as he felt your hot breath on his throbbing length. You just hovered over it, occasionally teasing him with a few licks. Without warning, you took him in your mouth fully and he had to let out a small cough to stifle a moan. One of his hands moved to fist your hair as you took him deeper down your throat. His cock was hard and hot in your mouth and the whole situation was turning you on way more than you had anticipated. Feeling the heat spread between your legs, you reached down from under your skirt and started touching yourself. 

His grip on your hair tightened and you knew then that it was becoming too much for him too. He started thrusting into your mouth ever so slightly, as slowly as he could so that his movements would not be noticed. 

"Everyone, you really didn't think I...I was going to make you write an essay on such a beautiful day. April Fools! You are free to leave," he managed to speak. The students laughed collectively and filed out of the classroom. 

As the room went completely quiet, you heard the heavy wooden door and the blinds of the windows slam shut. He leaned back in his chair and looked down at you with a mix of anger and desire. You tried to give him your best innocent look, but it was difficult when you had your lips stretched around him like that and your hand between your legs. This is when you realized that your own prank was about to turn against you. 

"Come here," he ordered as he pointed in front of him. 

You pulled off of his cock with a pop and crawled out from under the desk to stand before him. 

"Kneel," he continued, gesturing to the floor. 

You knelt down, feeling a surge of anticipation. He stood up from his chair and placed his hand on the back of your head as he pushed his cock back into your eager mouth. You moaned around it and your hand went straight between your legs again. 

"Hands behind your back, Miss L/N," he commanded. "Dirty little brats like you don't deserve to touch themselves." 

"But Remus-" you tried to argue as you pulled away from him. 

"Professor. Where are your manners, young lady?" he said sternly. 

At those words, you knew you were not gonna win this fight, so you let yourself float away in the comfortable space of submission. You reluctantly moved your hands behind your back and looked up at him through your eyelashes, waiting for his next move. 

He moved closer to you so one of his legs was placed between your thighs. 

"You're gonna grind yourself on me while I use your mouth. If you're good enough, I might let you cum." 

This alone was enough to make you combust, but you tried to regain your composure as you slowly started grinding against his leg. It was too good. The feeling of the fabric rubbing against your clit, the taste of his pre-cum on your tongue as he fucked your mouth, his hand gripping your hair. You knew you were not going to last much longer. You stopped, fearing you were gonna cum without permission. 

"Look at me, Miss L/N," he said as he pulled out of your mouth. "Did I say you could stop?" 

You shook your head with pleading eyes, trying to catch your breath, but you knew he was not going to give you any mercy after what you had done, so you obediently started grinding against him again. 

He pulled your head forward again, pushing himself into your mouth. He began to move his hips, thrusting into your mouth with increasing force as he held your head in place. You gagged a little, but didn't resist. 

"Relax your throat for me," he said, his voice rough with lust. "Good girl," he continued, as you tried to relax around him. He groaned, pushing himself deeper into your mouth. 

You worked your mouth around him eagerly, feeling him pulse against your tongue. His hands were in your hair, guiding your movements.  

"That's it," he said, his voice becoming more urgent. "Take it all." 

The roughness of his movements mixed with the sinful words coming out of his mouth was becoming unbearable. You were so close that you felt like you were going to pass out. 

"Are you close?" he asked.

You nodded immediately, tears forming in the corner of your eyes. Your movements were desperate. You needed release as you bounced up and down, grinding against his leg. 

"Then cum for me," he commanded. 

He couldn't even finish his sentence and you were already reaching your climax, moaning around his cock. Your movements slowed down, the sensation of the fabric rubbing against you threatening to overstimulate you. 

The vibration of your moans around his cock pushed him closer to release. His breathing grew faster and more ragged, his thrusts were becoming harder and more intense as his grip on your hair became almost painful. You were out of breath from your orgasm and gagged again as he kept hitting the back of your throat. His cock was thick and hard, filling your mouth almost to the point of discomfort. 

With one last thrust, he buried himself as far as he could and hot liquid spilled into your mouth. 

"Swallow," he commanded between ragged breaths. 

You obeyed, feeling his cock pulse on your tongue and swallowed everything he gave you. 

He pulled away from you and tucked himself back in his trousers. He sat back in his chair and patted his lap, gesturing for you to join him. 

You got up slowly, still feeling unsteady from your intense orgasm, and sat in his lap. He placed a hand on your thigh and squeezed it possessively. You started blushing as you felt his gaze on you, as if you were not on your knees giving him head seconds ago. 

He grabbed your chin and turned your head, gently forcing you to look at him. He swiped his thumb across your swollen lips before leaning in and kissing you softly. Your stomach fluttered at the familiar sensation of his mustache against your skin. 

"That was risky," he said sternly, but you could hear a hint of a chuckle in his voice. 

"I'm sorry, Professor," you said sarcastically. 

"You're gonna have to serve detention for that, Miss L/N," he added before capturing your lips with his again. 

"And for skipping your morning class," he continued, smiling against your lips. 

You rolled your eyes at him, like he didn't know you would do anything to serve detention with your favourite professor. 

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[mymiraclealigner]

Pointless jealousy | Remus Lupin x reader

summary: a guy is flirting with you and Remus has to do something about it.

tw: alcohol consumption.

word count: 766

Remus had his eyes on you since each one went their own way in the party. He understood you two spent majority of time together, and that he wasn't the only person you could have fun and talk with, but there was something about that guy that he didn't like. He could smell his intentions of seducing you from afar, and it was getting on his nerves.

He had you laughing and giggling like crazy, the sight of you covering your mouth and cleaning tears from your eyes infuriated Remus; he couldn't remember you ever cleaning tears from your eyes from his jokes. 

The open back door welcomed a soft breeze that raised your skirt occasionally, forcing you to pull it down. 'If he dares to look down, that's it', he told himself. The air pushed your perfume to the living room, making Remus hyperaware of your distance and reminding him you were there, talking to that loser, instead of being with him, doting him with kisses and secret head scratches.

Every time Remus turned around to check on the two of you, he would notice how the man's body got closer to yours; he crouched down to hear your replies and try to maintain eye contact. 'The music isn't so loud in the kitchen, he could back up a little bit’, the werewolf puffed.

Remus knew it wasn't your fault, you probably weren't even aware of this guy's look, or that he was flirting with you. Your head was always somewhere else, and Remus had taken the capacity of looking at someone else romantically from you, so probably you weren’t thinking something beyond a friendly interaction. If you could notice or not was not what bothered Remus, it was the audacity of that guy to look at you the way he was doing, like he was about to eat you for dinner. 

Time passed and you stood there innocently talking to the guy. His hands were now holding his weight in the counter and his body was fully turned to you. Remus kept repeating himself that you only had eyes for him and having beer after beer in the hopes of relaxing a bit; he didn't want to make a scene in front of everyone, he was not like that. 

Unfortunately, the alcohol did the contrary to relax him. His mind turned dizzy, and his ears shut down to James’ story about how he tricked Sirius into eating a frog alive to try to read your lips. His hands were craving the touch of your hips and the situation was starting to become frustrating. The more his rival made you laugh, the more uneasy Remus would get.

He tried to stop his feet from going over there and pushing the guy far from your face, but sooner than he could realize, he found himself getting up from the sofa abruptly. Looks from his friends were redirected to him, but he payed no attention to that, his mind was focused on your silky hair framing your smile. Each step towards the kitchen made Remus’ blood pump harsh through his body, his breathing was deep, and the sound of your laugh made him shudder with pleasure. 

“And so, I told him: no, we don’t make br—” the adrenaline planted Remus sharply in front of you making the guy stop his sentence. You turned to see him with hazy eyes and a dumb smile.

“Oh! hey Remmy, this is—” 

Remus grabbed your arm and pulled you near him so his lips could catch yours swiftly. A little surprised scream emanated from your throat, but Remus’ tongue silenced it; you got out of your initial shock, relaxed in his arms and dwelled into his passionate, warm kiss.

You were so immersed in your boyfriend that you didn’t even hear the guy’s uncomfortable cough; Remus smiled to himself and surrounded your shoulders with his arms in response. Provocative 'oohs' came from outside the kitchen, probably from Sirius and Marlene, but Remus turned a deaf ear and opted to slightly support your back on the counter.

The sound of steps getting further away announced the retirement of the man talking to you minutes before. Remus slowly separated from you to look into your eyes, they were shiny and semi-closed, a reflection of your drunk state.

"You are coming with me now, miss. No more laughing at other guy's jokes" he kissed the tip of her nose.

You rolled your eyes and giggled because you had no idea what he was talking about, you were just making fun of this guy's ridiculous stories!

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[soupandsimple]

Scones, The Bun & A Kiss (With Remus Lupin)

[ accidentally interrupting husband Remus’s class ]

* FLUFF 🥰

** warnings? pregnant reader

This was requested: see the ask here

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Owning your own bakery usually left you with very little free time during the day. That wasn’t a complaint though; you loved that you could make a living doing one of your favorite things. Now that you were pregnant however, and per your husband Remus’s request, you had to leave a lot of the day to day work to your two trained, trustful employees.

That’s not to say you stopped showing up at the shop. You’d still pop in regularly to help with custom orders or just to see how things were running which almost always led to some leisure baking on your part. Today particularly, you made a couple of batches of chocolate chip scones and decided to take some to Remus to share with his coworkers.

Arriving at the castle that afternoon, you walked to his classroom and respectfully knocked at his door just as you always had in case he was with a student who needed extra help or in a meeting with someone.

Inside, at the sound of the knock, Remus stopped mid sentence, held up a finger to his students and walked to the door to answer it.

“Hi love!” you greeted excitedly at the sight of him.

Remus didn’t reply but instead simply raised his eyebrows in amusement and pushed the door further open so you could see what was in progress at the moment.

Peeking in, you saw he had a full class in session and instantly drew back and quieted your voice.

“Oh, I’m sorry Rem. I just thought I’d bring some goodies down for you and your coworkers…” you said, holding up the basket filled with chocolate chip scones and a silky ribbon tied on the handle. “I totally forgot you had a class right now though, mommy brain must be coming early for me.”

Remus chuckled and lifted his wrist to look at his watch. You took a glance at it too and saw it was a quarter till three- immediately your original plan changed.

“Actually, can I maybe give these to your class instead?” you asked.

“Well, we are pretty busy but…. I’ll allow it, Mrs. Lupin” he said charmingly.

You smiled pretty and walked through the doorway. All the students silenced and turned to you at the sound of your footsteps coming in.

“Class, this is my beautiful wife, Mrs. Y/N Lupin,” Remus announced as he closed the door.

Some of the young girls at different desks aww’d which made you remember all too well how you were just like them at that age; just absolutely in love with the idea of love.

“Annnndd….” you sing songed. “This is baby Lupin” you rubbed your protruding belly.

Remus smiled, admiring the way you didn’t shy away from being in front of his students despite only just meeting them.

“Now I didn’t mean to interrupt your class but I brought these pastries for Mr. Lupin and his coworkers,” you told the students, lifting the basket in your hand. “And, while learning about the dark arts is important I do also know it can be daunting at times. So how about this, here’s a little treat from me to you.”

You passed out the small, fresh baked goods, going from desk to desk and once you were sure everyone got one, returned to the back of the classroom where Remus still stood. Your basket was almost empty, save for three scones.

Both of you stood for a moment just watching the students delve into the treats with sounds and chatter of pure delight and happiness. You couldn’t help but beam in satisfaction at their enjoyment; you then reached into the basket and handed Remus a scone. “And yours, Mr. Lupin.”

He snickered at your professionalism. “Thank you,” he said, taking the scone and giving it a bite. “These are almost as sweet as you angel,” he complimented but not speaking again until he finished chewing.

“And how are you and our little bun doing today..” he asked, hand dropping to your belly to give it an affectionate rub.

You looked down at his hand as it moved at the center of your bump and smiled. “We’re good. Kept me company while I made these scones for you, won’t be long now before we have our baby out here in the real world watching me bake.”

“Hmm… no, not long at all” he hummed, leaning it to give you a chaste kiss.

A kiss while on the clock for work was something Remus Lupin had always deemed as inappropriate, but when you get him thinking about that baby of his on the way, you can bet his set of rules start to become fuzzy.

“Rem” you whispered coyly, eyes shifting towards the direction of the students.

Almost all of them were staring at the pair of you; some snickering but most just with pursed lips and attentive eyes.

Remus slowly took a step back from your immediate space. “That, students, is a kiss between man and wife” he smiled, with a little finger movement indicating they should turn to face the front. “Now let’s continue where we left off before Mrs. Lupin interrupted us” he instructed, with a wink back at you. That calm demeanor in which he handled situations had always been a weakness of yours.

You then watched as he walked back up to the front of the room and resumed his lesson. At a little table Remus kept at the back of the room for disruptive students, you set your basket down and took a seat. It wasn’t everyday you got to see your handsome man passionately teach his heart away, so you devotedly took in every second. Your baby was also happily taking it in too apparently, for it kicked at your belly every so often no doubt at the sound of Remus’s familiar, smooth voice.

Meanwhile, in his peripheral vision, Remus kept catching you with your hand at your bump, attentively listening to his lesson and in turn, couldn’t wait for class to be over so he could properly kiss you without the snicker and stares of his students. <3

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[solemilyswear]

Remus Lupin is the professor who has to ask the class how to full screen a video

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[slytherweasley]

Affair (Professor!Remus Lupin x reader)

Warnings: smut and swearing

Summary: y/n and Remus’ relationship becomes more serious as Remus’ feelings change

You both knew how morally wrong it was but it felt so good. You and your Professor Remus have been casually hooking up over a few months in your last year at Hogwarts. You fell for his charm and he fell for your smarts. He liked that you didn’t pretend to be dumb to get guys interested in you.

Remus is known as the hot Professor, he’s quite young compared to the other old professors at Hogwarts. Your friends all fancy him but have no idea you’re fucking him, if anyone found out it would be over.

Which is why you had to cover your tracks, your friends were suspicious. You used to have frequent boyfriends and now you’ve been single for a few months. You asked Remus if it was okay if you flirted a bit just to get your friends off your back. Remus didn’t care, he only saw you as someone to hookup with while he was teaching at Hogwarts.

In class one of the guys you’d been flirting with started to get touchy with you. Between classes he started to come onto you, you reluctantly kissed him as his hand disappeared under your skirt, Remus watched you as he passed by in the hallway. You made brief eye contact as the boy kisses your neck, you felt terrible even though you knew he didn’t mind.

It had been a while since you’d paid Remus a visit, you’d been building up the tension, the sex was always magical when you’d been apart for a while. After all your dorm mates had fallen asleep you decided to sneak out and wander over to Remus’ quarters.

You knocked on the door a few times and waited, he opened the door and you quickly ran inside so no one could catch you. “I have been wondering when you’d pay me a visit” “Sorry Rem, I’ve been busy and really tired lately” he presses a loving kiss to your forehead.

You look over to the front of the classroom at his desk where he has parchment piled up. “Is this a bad time?” You ask “No. Perfect timing” he takes your hand and leads you up the stairs through a door to a beautiful room. “Is this yours?” You ask “certainly is” “you’ve never taken me here before” “moving too quick?” He asks “No, I like this.”

You’d always fucked in the classroom, never in his bedroom or a bed. You sit down on the bed as he stands over you tucking your hair behind your ears and stroking your cheek.

You unbuckle his belt and fiddle with the button on his trousers until you finally get it and pull them down. His hard on is prominent in his underwear, you spend some time palming him before pulling his underwear down and letting his erection free.

You take his tip into your mouth and suck on it “go on, be a good girl” he encourages. You take him into the back of your throat getting used to the familiar feeling. You start bobbing your head up and down and look up to peak at his expressions. “Such a good girl” he praises you.

He strokes your hair “did such a good job” he says letting you take him out of your mouth. You lay back on the pillows and he meets you on the bed. He pulls your slip dress up revealing your glistening pussy “no panties?” He questions “I knew I was coming to see you” he pulls it up all the way and takes it off putting it on the floor.

You lay there naked on his bed, you’d dreamt of this so many times before. He spreads your legs and kisses up your thighs and lands a kiss on your clit making you squirm. He takes his time slowly devouring your pussy, your back arches involuntarily in response to the intense pleasure.

Your fingers curl around his hair tugging on it “It feels so good, Rem. I think I’m gonna cum” you warn him and feel yourself finish, Remus finishes you off with one last lick up your cunt.

“Taste so good” he mumbles licking his lips before pressing a kiss to your forehead. Remus was painfully hard and ready to be inside you but he waited until you were ready.

You reach a hand to his bicep and lay it there gently “I’m ready, Rem” he lines himself up with your entrance and slowly pushes himself in. He groans at the sensation as you clench around him trying to get used to the feeling. Something about tonight felt different, he took his time with you, usually it was a quick affair.

He listened to all your directions “Fuck Rem right there don’t stop” you moan in his ear and hold onto his strong upper body as he pounds inside you. Remus watches as each stroke inside you makes your breasts bounce up and down. “So tight” he mumbles “Fuck, I’ve dreamt about you fucking me on your bed a million times and it’s never felt as good as this does.”

“You dreamt about this, huh? You think about me a lot?” “All the time, you’re the only thought on my mind when I touch myself.” He has so much power over you, there’s been many times you spilled secrets to him while he fucks you.

“Please” you plead “tell me what you want” he says still pounding into you “I want to-“ you tried to finish your sentence “I wanna cum” you managed to say. “Go on, cum for me” he felt himself getting closer just from the sight of you, your hair messy and breasts bouncing up and down as your mouth is parted and soft moans come out.

You feel yourself finish, Remus watches you carefully. You clench around him as you attempt to calm yourself from your orgasm. Remus gets close “where do you want me to finish?” He asks you look up into his eyes, bewildered. “inside please” he doesn’t give it a second thought as you feel him cum inside you.

He pulls out and cleans you up, you sit up looking for your slip dress “No. Stay” he says. You look at him and lay back down beside him, you lay on your side looking into his eyes. “Don’t kiss those boys, they’re no good for you” “I thought you wanted me to, so no one suspected anything” “I changed my mind, I want you to myself.”

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[turvi]

hi! id like to request a prof remus x prof wife that involves the reader being jealous that remus is being flirted with and he finds it cute that she’s jealous <3

Thank you for sending this request. Keep sending me requests <3 REBLOGS AND COMMENTS IF YOU LIKE THIS

Y/n is an independent and strong woman. For a long time, she had believed she needed no man to make her feel good. She was confident in herself to never fall on her knees for a man.

But not only Remus John Lupin has torn down Y/n's walls that she had built up throughout the years and brought her down to her knees, but he also made her feel something she never knew she was capable of feeling. Jealousy. She watched as a 7th-year student blatantly flirted with her husband. Oh, how the ancestors were right. Jealousy is an ugly color. And Y/n hated how she was throwing daggers at the student who leaned towards Remus too closely.

But Y/n lost her cool when the student touched Remus' arm for a second too long, giggling over a joke Remus made. Y/n rolled her eyes. It wasn't even that funny. She has heard better. Y/n started rolling the ring on her left hand. It's weird how the coldness of the metal brought warmth to her heart, reminding her of the promise she shared with Remus of spending a life with him only to be apart when death says it's time.

Remus immediately noticed the discomfort on his wife's face and excused himself, not noticing the scowl on the student's face. His eyes only focused on his Y/n. A mischievous smirk spread on his face as he saw her picking her nail clear telltale sign that she was upset about something and had no intention of sharing it with Remus. But he has his ways of making his dove speak.

Remus tugged her towards him taking her to his office but Y/n did not react even though internally butterflies were raging in her stomach. Without a word Y/n sat in his chair and picked up a worn book that was resting on his desk.

He watched her as he held back his laughter. With a coquettish grin, he approached her, his hands behind his back. "Is something the matter, dove?" he asked in a soft tone.

Y/n stubbornly shook her head, clearly enjoying the attention of the werewolf. He grinned. "If that's the case, why are you holding the book upside down?"

She gasped and instantly straightened the book in her hand. "Honey..talk to me." His voice was almost whiny as he nudged his nose on her neck.

"Why don't you talk to that student and ask her what's the matter?" Even before she could roll her eyes, Remus held her jaw gently and made her look into his eyes.

"Dove, you have my heart, my soul and my body. Then why are you so grumpy about an 18 year old when I have eyes only for you?"

He gently caressed her cheek when she revealed with a pout. "I know Remus. I just don't like it. I know I seem possessive, but even you look like you will turn into your werewolf form when a man merely looks my way."

Remus tugged her towards him again, chuckling at his own hypocrisy. "I'm sorry, dove. I didn't realise I was being hit on. But I would love to let that happen to me again if I get this reaction from you."

He laughed when she scoffed and lovingly hit him. Remus wrapped his arms around her, taking her in as she glowed under the dim lights of his office. Remus didn't believe in God but was willing to pray that God would let him spend eternity with Y/n.

As her eyes searched his eyes, Remus took this moment to kiss her passionately and deeply. His breath, his tongue clashing with hers. His arms held her possessively. Remus smirked when Y/n broke the kiss with a gasp.

"You wanna mark me up or what?" He asked her with a shit eating grin, clearly enjoying the effect he had on her.

"Moony, I hate you." She finally got to roll her eyes.

With a chuckle, Remus said as he kept pressing kisses all over her face. "I love you too, dove."

A/N: Welp I tried my best. Please do tell me if you like it or hate it. REBLOGS AND COMMENTS ARE APPRECIATED

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[sunflowerabyss]

Charms of Fate Masterlist (Completed)

Pairing: Professor!Remus Lupin x Fem!Professor!Reader

Plot: Amidst the echoes of a bygone era, you return to Hogwarts years after parting ways. What begins as a journey fueled by nostalgia transforms into an unexpected reunion with Remus Lupin, now a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. As the past intertwines with the present, the two former classmates navigate the complexities of grief, the resurgence of friendship, and the unwritten chapters of their shared history in this tale of rediscovery and the magic that binds them together.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Epilogue

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Life at the Cottage (drabbles/one shots):

Rainy Day Chess

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[deeseelovez]

professor lupin

college professor!remus lupin x college student!reader (can be read as any race or size) 

warnings: degradation kink. face fucking. pussy/ass eating (barley ass eating. i don’t know what i’m doing) handcuffs, choking, daddy kink, spiting. porn. 

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remus lupin was grading his students recent tests and he could feel the effects of the full-moon that was coming in two days. He was sucked into his work until he heard a knock on his door. 

“Professor?” She looked inside of the classroom, “May I come in?” Remus could feel his dick harden at seeing her come in, in a short skirt and low-cut top. 

“Mrs. Y/l/n, my office hours are long over.”Remus says. He focused on the curve of her ass. 

“Mr. Lupin, call me, y/n.” She says as she walks to his desk. Remus could see the fake innocence to her smile and his eyebrow raised, throwing the pen on the table, and leaned back in his chair 

“Okay, y/n. What are you doing here?” 

“I’m your student, am I not allowed to be here?” She asks with a smirk. 

“Dressed like a slut?” He asks, his voice lowered. 

“Professor, you’ve been eye-fucking me all year. I thought, you’d enjoy this little outfit. I picked out for you.” She learned over the desk, and he could see straight down her shirt. He stood up. 

“This is inappropriate. I could lose my job, Y/n.” 

“You better fuck me good then,” She says and he grabbed her by the hair, and shoved her against the blackboard. 

“You don’t make the orders here, understand me, pet?” He says, 

“Yes,” 

“Daddy.” He says, his hand around her throat now, his other hand going down her body, squeezing one of her boobs as he went down to core, underneath her skirt to feel the wetness of her pussy, no panties protecting her cunt. 

“You really are a slut,” She looks up into his eyes. 

“Your slut,” She corrects him and he smirks. Their lips moving together, their tounges meeting and melting into each other.  

“You are so wet for me, my fucking slut huh?” They kept eye contacting as his hands hardened around her throat, and two fingers start to go in and out of her soaking pussy, his thumb swirling around her clit, she kept eye contact with him. 

She held in her moans until it all became too much, “Fuck, daddy. I’m going to cum, fuck, fuck, fuck.” 

“Fucking cum, cum on my fingers right now. you dirty slut.” 

“Yes, daddy!” He could feel her come undone on his fingers. 

“I wanna feel you cum on my dick, but first, I wanna feel that pretty mouth.” He finally let her breath.  

“Do you trust me, poppet?” 

“Yes, daddy.” She says, 

“Good, strip down and sit in your chair.” She did that, she slowly took off her skirt and top and sat down in the front row that she sat in everyday. He went around her, now completely nude, the belt in his hands, and he grabbed them and tied them behind her back.  

“Now, y/n.” He says, walking in front of her, his cock hard as a rock, “Listen to me. You belong to me, now.” 

“Yes, sir.” She says, nodding. 

“Now, suck.” He says, and she nods, moving forward towards his cock and starts to suck on his tip, Remus put his hands on each side of her face, and he started to thrust into her mouth. 

“Take it, yes, take it. That’s a good whore.” He cooes as her eyes stare up into him with her mouth in the perfect ‘o’ shape. 

He moaned and his head went back, “Fuck, I’m about to cum.” He says looking back down at her, “Do you want my cum? Do you want to taste my cum in your mouth? Huh?” She hummed a yes and that made him blow his load in her mouth.  

She sucked the tip of his cock until every drop of his cum was inside of her mouth, he untied her hands and threw everything off his dress and put her on hands and knees. 

“Fuck, your ass is perfect.” Remus says, slapping her ass and he spits and it hit her ass and went down inside of her cunt. 

“Jesus,” He says, he dipped down, his tongue going from her asshole to her cunt, he sucked harshly on the skin in between ass and vagina, and went down to her cunt. 

Slipping his tongue in and out of her tight cunt, slurping up her juices, he pinched her clit and she let out a yelp. 

“Daddy, please. You making me feel so good. I’m going to cum,” She says in a whiny high-pitched voice. 

“Come on, princess. Cum for me.” 

He moves her around, her back on the smooth desk, “You want my dick inside you, love?” He says, his hand rubbing up and down on his cock. 

“Yes, daddy. Please.”

“Are you sure, baby?” He says, he didn’t want to hurt her, but her fingers went down to her clit. 

“Please, fuck me, daddy.” She says and he nods. 

“My pretty slut,” He says, leaning over, he slowly enters inside of her, and she moans as he did. 

He starts to thrust harder and harder inside of her, his hand going to her throat again, her hand holding his as their bodies connected. 

“Fuck, baby. Your pussy feels so good tightening around my cock.” 

“Give it to me, daddy. Please.” His eyebrows raised and his hand moved from around her throat to covering her mouth. 

“You don’t get to boss me around me, bitch.” He says, “I make the fucking rules.” He says, thrusting painfully slow inside of her now, she slowly clenched around him. 

Her eyes roll in to the back of her head as he slowly start to speed up again.  

“God damn, sweetheart. I think, I’m going to cum.” He says, moving her right leg over his shoulder as he fucking at her new angle, hitting her in her g-spot. 

“Fuck, daddy.” She screams against his hand, “right there,” She says, “I’m cumming.”

“Fuck, me too, babygirl.” They come undone together as Remus lands on top of her. 

“So, did I fuck you good enough?” 

“I’d say so.” She smiles down at him. 

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[loopylupinmoons]

i need help finding a fic!

it’s about professor remus lupin. he comes to readers parents house for dinner and while she’s giving him a tour upstairs, she sucks him off. then they eat dinner and her parents keep talking about how pure and innocent she is. after dinner she goes into the kitchen to do the dishes and remus fucks her in the kitchen.

I FOUND IT! ITS CALLED GOOD GIRl?. the original poster deleted there account but here’s a reboot you can read it from.

https://www.tumblr.com/ameliaxl20/688128960202162176/no-no-listen-imagine-remus-having-dinner-with

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[meowders]

Remus Lupin x reader

pairing: !professor Remus Lupin x !professor reader

Word count: ca. 1600

Warnings: brief mentions of deceased mother, Remus slightly angsty, fluff ending

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The Hogwarts school year was starting today, the giddy students having lively conversations with each other, exchanging their summer stories, and you, a professor of Muggle Studies for several years, who had become acquainted with many of the staff members, particularly Minerva McGonagall and Severus Snape, was sat at the teachers' table enjoying the familiar atmosphere here at Hogwarts. You shared a unique bond with Severus, stemming from your mutual interest in Muggle literature. It was a cozy night in the Great Hall, and you were discussing a Muggle novel Severus had ironically recommended at the end of last year.

"I can't believe you enjoyed it," Severus remarked, a hint of surprise in his tone.

You chuckled and took a sip of your tea. "It has its own charm, Severus. You should give it another chance."

Before he could respond, Headmaster Dumbledore rose to his feet, and the room fell into a hushed silence.

In his speech, Dumbledore introduced the newest Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, Remus Lupin. As the name left his lips, you noticed Severus tensing slightly. It was a subtle reaction, but it did not escape your notice. You glanced down the table and spotted an unfamiliar face, having a rather sheepish look adorned on his face.

After dinner, the heads of houses followed their students to their respective common rooms, leaving some teachers behind, including you. The group of teachers gathered around in a small circle, each taking turns introducing themselves to the new professor.

When it was your turn, you couldn't help but feel at ease with Remus. There was a warmth to his smile and an openness in his eyes that drew you in. The conversation quickly turned into lighthearted banter, with Dumbledore having told Remus about your "obsession" with tea, thinking you'd get along well. His presence was both calming and intriguing, and you couldn't help but feel a sense of curiosity about the man who was now your colleague.

In the days that followed, your fondness for Remus grew. You looked forward to your daily interactions with him, sharing stories and experiences from your school days at Ilvermorny, where you had attended school. You talked about your childhood, explaining that you had grown up mostly in the Muggle world after your witch mother had passed away when you were young. It was your Muggle-loving father's influence that had led you to teach Muggle Studies.

Remus, too, shared stories of his past, and you discovered that you both had a deep appreciation for Muggle music, literature, and general culture. The connection between you two was undeniable, and your conversations became a highlight of your day.

One evening during tea in Remus' office, you mentioned your meetings with Severus, where the two of you would discuss Muggle literature. You suggested that Remus might join your discussions sometime, but his reaction was hesitant.

"I don't think that's a good idea," Remus admitted, his eyes troubled.

His response was a reminder of Severus' peculiar behavior, and you couldn't help but wonder what had transpired between the two of them in the past. You respected Remus' boundaries, deciding not to push the issue and directed the conversation in another direction.

A few days later, you found yourself in Severus' office, having offered to assist him with a potion. The thought of Severus's mysterious tension toward Remus was beginning to gnaw at you, and you couldn't help but ask what was bothering him.

"Severus, what's bothering you about Professor Lupin?" you inquired, not wanting to create conflict but genuinely curious.

Severus sighed, his dark eyes intense. "You should stay away from Lupin, y/n. He's not who you think he is."

You furrowed your brow, caught between your loyalty to Severus and your budding friendship with Remus, torn between trusting your friend and not seeing how the kind and gentle Remus could be anything other than what he appeared. "Severus, he seems like a very kind person. I can't imagine why you feel this way."

A tense silence hung in the air, and it was clear that Severus was grappling with his own emotions. Finally, he spoke, his voice low and strained. "He and his dunderhead friends tried to kill me."

Your heart raced at Severus' revelation and you recoiled in shock, unable to comprehend what had led to such a drastic act in their past.

Feeling conflicted and desperate not to lose the relationships with your two friends, you decided it was time to confront Remus. You couldn't allow your friendships to unravel due to an unspoken and unresolved conflict, you simply couldn’t imagine such a kind soul being able to do something so gruesome.

One evening, you found yourself in Remus' office, the two of you sitting in comfortable chairs by the fireplace, sharing stories from your past. You were drawn to the kindness in Remus' eyes, and as you spoke, you revealed your knowledge of Severus' behavior, his animosity toward Remus.

Remus' expression darkened as he hesitated, but he decided to open up to you, an act of trust that made your heart pound with affection. "I have a condition, y/n, a condition I can't control," he began, his voice tinged with vulnerability. "I'm a werewolf, and it's the reason Severus and I have such a complicated history."

You listened intently as Remus recounted the night when Severus had discovered his secret, a night when his former friend Sirius Black decided it would be a hilarious prank to convince Severus to come to the Shrieking Shack without the knowledge of the young werewolf, a night that almost ended drastic.

Moved by Remus' story and astounded by Sirius' reckless behavior, you showed no signs of distrust toward Remus. Instead, your empathy for his whole being only grew stronger. After the confession, the conversation took a lighter turn, filled with laughter and shared anecdotes.

As the evening came to a close, it was time for bed. You thanked Remus for his trust and told him that you were there if he ever needed anything. The hug that followed was more intimate and longer than one would expect between two friends, and you left his office with a smile on your face.

The following day, you sought to mend things with Severus. He agreed, albeit hesitantly, to accept your friendship with Remus. It was a small step toward reconciliation, and you hoped that, with time, the wounds of the past could begin to heal.

During one of your evening strolls around the castle, past curfew, you stumbled upon Remus taking a quiet walk as well. The moonlight bathed the castle in a soft glow, the full moon drawing closer and you could only imagine the emotions Remus must be feeling. The both of you decide to continue your once seperate strolls together and your fingers brushed against each other as you walked side by side, neither of you being brave enough to just hold the other‘s hand.

As you reached the Whomping Willow, Remus turned to you, a hint of vulnerability visible in his eyes. "There's something I want to show you."

Intrigued, you agreed, and he raised his wand, freezing the violent branches of the tree. Then, taking your hand in his, he led you toward the secret passage that led to the Shrieking Shack.

While the two of you looked around the abandoned building, Remus shared the story of his school days, the secret of the Animagi his friends became, and how his friends had taken on the risk to protect him during his transformations. It was a tale of loyalty, friendship, and sacrifice. Inside the Shrieking Shack, you sat down on an old sofa, hands still intertwined, gazing into each other's eyes.

As the conversation deepened, the space between you seemed to disappear, your fingers remaining intertwined , Remus couldn't help but open up about the doubts and guilt that had plagued him for years.

"I've always felt so guilty, y/n," he confessed, his eyes filled with guilt and sadness. "They risked everything to become Animagi to protect me during my transformations. They went to great lengths just to ensure I was safe, and I've never felt like I deserved it."

Your heart ached for Remus as he laid bare his inner turmoil. You tightened your grip on his hand, offering him a comforting and understanding smile. "Remus, you are more than worthy of the love and care your friends showed you. What they did, they did out of love and loyalty. They saw the goodness in you, and they believed in it, even when you struggled to see it in yourself."

Remus' eyes glistened with unshed tears, and you continued, your words filled with conviction. "You're not defined by your condition, Remus. You're a kind, compassionate, and incredibly intelligent person. You have so much to offer the world, and it's time you start believing in yourself the way your friends did."

Moved by your words and the emotions that had welled up within you, Remus couldn't fight the urge any longer. He leaned in, capturing your lips in a kiss that was both tender and passionate. Pulling away slightly, Remus apologized for kissing you, fear of rejection evident in his eyes, accompanied by a hint of longing. But you silenced him by pulling him close once more, letting your hearts speak the words that had remained unspoken for far too long. You wanted him to know that he deserved love, that he was worthy of the affection you were feeling for him and you showed it with the emotions you poured into many shared kisses that night.

The night turned into morning, and as you made your way back to the castle, fingers intertwined, you couldn't help but grin at the young professor, thinking about what the future possibly holds for the two of you

#remus lupin x reader #remus lupin x y/n #remus lupin #remus lupin x you #harry potter #hp fandom #hp #professor lupin #professor remus lupin #remus lupin fluff #remus lupin imagine

[moonysbxtch0]

505

Part 10 : Grindylow Hunt

Pairing: Professor Lupin x reader

Summary: Reader tries to find the Grindylow, too bad she has to do so when she's overwhelmed by her emotions from the close full moon.

Warnings: mastrubation (m) ,slight mentions of violence.

Ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/39275319/chapters/119629324

Fuck Remus Lupin. That asshole was dead serious about you getting him a grindylow.You had tried to change his mind a couple times, tried to offer a better deal but he insisted on his own.Not only that but every time you brought up the topic in a sarcastic tone he would blackmail you , threatening to actually tell McGonagall about you and the twins. So,with that thought on mind,on Sunday you woke up, body betraying you in every single way.It felt limp and you were too tired to even stand up. You wanted to sleep but you couldn't and you shouldn't if you still wanted to be a student here.

He's not getting out of this easily. You kept reminding yourself as you got ready. You cussed professor Lupin the whole time ,when you brushed your teeth... spitting on the sink harshly imagining you did so on his face ,when washing your face and then angrily drying it with a towel,when your pants ripped from anger as you tried to put them on,when your hair tangled when you tried to brush it, when you couldn't find you wand and as you slammed the door of your room, descending down the stairs.

"What in the Merlin's left ball?" You were faced with Percy. He was sitting on the couch, reading a book , enjoying the warmth of the crackling fireplace." Who died?"

"Hmm?" You furrowed your eyebrows at him.You were feeling irritated and didn't have any patience to decipher Percy's jokes so early in the morning. Just thinking that he would stay on the room while you had to go out in this cold made your blood boil. Life's unfair.

"It's Sunday, you're up early. I should mark this day on my calendar." He looked dumbfounded. Shut the fuck up Percy. That's what you wanted to say to him. Full moon was going to happen in about a week and unfortunately you got hit with one of the worst emotions, irritation.

"Lower your head ,keep reading that book and mind your business." You frowned and shoved your hands angrily in your pockets.

"Are you having your period? You're in a bad mood." Being dumb was a Weasley treat because even if you were it wasn't any of his business. You took a deep breath, trying to calm yourself.You were mad at Lupin,Percy didn't have to be the person you express your anger at.

"See you around." You started walking in the fat lady's direction, trying to get out of the room before you started an unnecessary fight with Percy for no reason.

"Where are you going?" He raised his voice.Now even if you wanted to tell him th truth ,you couldn't. If you said that you had detention,he would start asking questions and eventually you might slip and tell him the actual reason you woke up so early. Plus you had to leave before Oliver woke up,you lied to him the other night and told him you weren't feeling well and couldn't make it to Hogsmade with him. If he saw you looking perfectly fine now ,he would think that you made an excuse to not go with him and you didn't want him to think that you were ignoring him.

"Out for a walk. Don't tell Oliver that you saw me." You forced a smile as you faced Percy but the look on your eyes made him gulp.

"Okay..."

<•>

You were laying on the grass,close to the lake,hands behind your head staring at the clouds which were changing shape frequently. You were thinking of ways that could help you catch a Grindylow without getting wet but till now you hadn't thought of anything. You hadn't learnt any spells like that and that made you groan in frustration.You closed your eyes and took a deep breath.

At least you had a general idea how to catch one , thanks to your reading yesterday. You came across many useless information,you even read a book written from your previous defence against the dark arts professor,Gilderoy that turned out to be pure trash. The only helpful information you found was an article written by Newt Scamander who had managed to catch one and keep it in a jar. You had made sure to bring a jar with you.You sighed heavily and rested your weight on your forearms now.Maybe you could try to summon one?

"Accio grind-" you stopped yourself.What if you summoned more than one? Plus it's not like it would magically land on your hands anyway. Fuck. You had no other choice but to swim inside the lake. If you died ,you would fucking stalk that Remus Lupin for an entirety, that was a promise.

You stood near the lake, trying to not think too much about the risks of getting killed.You could do this. Twelve transformations a year and you still hadn't died ,a little water wasn't going to change that...or so you hoped. Not thinking too much about it , without a second thought you jumped into the water. You were freezing,it was cold... actually the word cold didn't even describe the temperature of this water.You should have been more careful when you got inside but it was too late. It felt as if your heartbeat slowed. You took deep breaths and gave your body time to get used to the water's temperature. Eventually it did ,you grabbed hold of your wand and casted the bubble-head charm.

You slowly sunk down,not moving too fast , trying to be wary of your surroundings. The lake might be one of the scariest places in the school but in a way you found it beautiful.Not just because of the view because as you kept swimming you noticed many life forms,co-living and not disturbing each other, clearly not minding one another.Only if it was the same with humans,your life would be much more easy,not having to be judged your whole life,not having to worry about showing the true you,your true colours without the fear of being prejudiced for being a werewolf.

You had yet to spot a Grindylow even after about half an hour of being down here and by the looks of it you wouldn't find any if you didn't do something soon. You stopped for a moment, moving your limbs to keep you floating without sinking further and tried to find a solution. It didn't take you much time to think of one.You muttered a tracking spell and soon a net of white strings appeared in front of you. You tried to focus on finding what you came here for in the first place and tried to ignore the white strings ,which located the other creatures and then soon enough a red string appeared. You found them. You just had to follow it.

They were smart,you would give them that.They had hidden under a beautiful dark red rock and never in a million years would you have thought to check there. You eventually went close to it, using professor Lupin's tip to levitate it and soon enough a group of baby Grindylows ,which were sleeping appeared in front of you.They seemed harmless like this and you were glad their mothers weren't around. You managed to get close to them and slowly grabbed one of them, sealing it on a jar just as Newt had done. You charmed the jar and made it shrink so it would fit inside your pocket. You levitated the rock back to where it was but as you did ,you lost concentration for a moment because you thought you heard something and it nicked your thigh. It didn't hurt but the blood wasn't a good sign. It had a certain smell that might attract certain dangerous creatures so with that thought you started swimming back to the surface.

You had a smile on your face,you were sure that Lupin didn't think that you would actually get him one and couldn't wait to see the expression on his face. You felt relieved,he won't snitch and you won't get expelled.Though the twins owe you big time for this...they should have been here with you. You were finally seeing light from the surface, just a few more meters and you would be able to leave and never come back.

Whatever smile you had on your face , vanished quickly when you felt something slippery wrap around your ankle. You frantically moved your head down only to see a group of angry adult Grindylows swim in your direction,one of them having grabbed hold of your ankle and gripping it as if its life depended on it. You were screwed.

<•>

Remus had closed his eyes, enjoying the warmth of the hot water that hit his skin. One hand was resting on the cold piles of the wall and the other one was resting against his side. He let out a deep groan as he felt the pain from his body leave just for the shortest moment. He was tired,both mentally and physically today.

Full moon was only a week away and he already had start feeling restless.What he actually hated this time that made him feel tired mentally was the emotion that decided to accompany this month's full moon. He threw his head back and let the water splash his face, taking a deep breath and exhaling loudly. He felt something between his legs twitch and the thought that he would have to deal with being rock hard for about a week was killing him.

He tried not to give his cock any attention, even though it was starting to become painful. He didn't want to risk it because last time Remus had sat on his desk, pulled his cock out of his pants and had started jerking off images of a certain witch had come to his mind. Her taking his cock in her mouth,inch by inch, gagging on it , eyes watering because she couldn't fully fit him there had made Remus feel guilty for days and ashamed of himself as he had cleaned the mess he had created on his pants and shirt.

Sure he hadn't sat down with the thought of beating his meat while thinking of you,he had tried to use the time as a stress reliever but when it took a dark turn ,it only increased his stress. Sure,it was his fault for that much he was sure. He had been teasing you since day one , had even made sexual remarks...he knew that he shouldn't have done so, he's supposed to maintain professionalism but something about you makes him get out of his skin.

Opening his eyes slowly and looking down,he noticed that his erection hadn't gone down in the slightest. Oh Merlin,he was screwed. He knew what would happen if he touched himself but if he didn't he would have to suffer all day...he needed to cum,he had time to feel guilty after. For now he had to get himself out of this agonizing state. So with that thought,he wrapped a hand around his cock and bit his lip hard , groaning in the process. This felt good...even if the person he imagined as soon as he moved his fist up and down was going to probably hate him if she knew what he did when he thought about her,how he sullied her image,how he imagined that he would defile her... didn't stop Remus from making himself cum,your name falling from his lips.

"Fuck." His chest was moving up and down fast,his fist was covered with white liquid ,the piles were covered in small white maps but none of that mattered. " The fuck is wrong with me?" He muttered as he slammed his forehead against the wall.

<•>

"Relashio" you moaned the revolusion jinx, forcing the Grindylow to remove its hold from your ankle. You had no time to zone out so with that thought,you swam as fast as you could, thanks to your lycanthropy which gave you extra stamina you were out in no time.You crawled out of the lake , coughing on the process and then your body fell to the ground. You made it out ,safe.

"In your face ,Lupin." You shouted and smiled as you punched the air.

<•>

In a matter of twenty minutes you had dried your clothes,had reversed the shrinking spell on the jar,had cleaned the small wound on your thigh ,had found the twins and asked for their help to locate professor Lupin using the marauders map and now you were standing in front of his private chambers door.

You gulped, should you perhaps wait for a better moment to hand him the Grindylow...it felt like you were overstepping his boundaries by being here. What if he thought that you were a stalker? Wait. You almost died because of him today,if anyone should feel guilty, it's him. You moved your eyes from left to right then rasped your knuckles on the hard wood , waiting for him to open the door,hand him the Grindylow,make a sarcastic comment,mock his attempts of blackmailing you the past few days and live your life happy ever after.

The door creaked open, revealing professor Lupin but the second you saw him,your train of thoughts was interrupted. Your eyes were glued on him,your heart was beating fast...what the hell?! He must have just gotten out of the shower because the only thing he was wearing was a towel wrapped around his waist.Water droplets were forming trails all over his naked upper body, which was quite ripped...he didn't look like he would be hiding all that under those clothes of his. His cheekbones were flushed in a warm red ,nose shining and his eyes' colour was even more noticeable...

"Poppy-" he was drying his hair with another towel." I told you that you didn't have to-" he stopped talking when his eyes landed on you.

Something was wrong with you...your throat felt sore,your lips were dry.You couldn't even control the way your voice trembled as you spoke."Professor."

"Y/N." His voice dropped a few octaves lower than usual.

"Eh..."you gulped, trying to get hold of your thoughts. Nervously licking your lip ,you spoke." Your...errand." You moved the jar in his direction, moving your eyes to the side, trying to ignore the way he was raking your body with his eyes , trying to not do the same.

"Right." He ran a hand through his hair, puffing his cheeks and sighing in the process. You heard his footsteps closing in and when he closed the distance you had to physically restrain yourself from making any reaction when his toxicating smell of arousal filled your nose. It was...what the hell was he doing before you arrived here? You closed your eyes and the quick fragment of the professor touching himself that appeared on you mind,made your abdomen clench,your cheeks heat up and your chest burn. The realisation hit you...it wasn't irritation that you would have to deal with this month,hell you wished if that would be the case,you actually had to deal with being horny for a whole week...Oh Merlin." I think you can let go of it,I got it." His voice was strained and hoarse and for the moment your whole nervous system was malfunctioning.

"Eh... sorry." You moved your eyes to his , only to find him already staring at you with this darkened expression...his eyes...no. You were reading too much into this. You let go of the jar and he held the top of it with one hand."Deal closed?" You found it hard to speak,it felt like a struggle to even form simple words in the moment.

He rubbed his neck and moved his eyes to the side, eyebrows furrowed."Yes. I'll keep my word,no worries."

"Thank you..." You let the words linger on the air... waiting for him to say something but he refused to even meet eyes with you again."Guess I'll see you around...sir."

He ran his palm over his face,from his forehead,down to his chin and then back to his forehead, sliding his hair back then locking eyes with you again." See you around,Y/N."

#harry potter #professor remus lupin #eventual smut #remus x you #remus lupin #remus lupin x reader #professor lupin x reader #professor x student

[lupinmoonlight]

Happy birthday, Professor

Masterlist AO3

Summary - You sneak out of your dorm to give your professor, Remus Lupin, his birthday present (it's you).

Warnings - smut, choking, gagging, teacher/student (student is an adult), mentions of bruises and marking, mention of safe word (but not used), D/s dynamic, grammar.

Note - I wanted to write something smutty for Lupin's birthday. I tend to see him as a big softie, but I really like the idea of him being able to act like this when "provoked". This is also the smuttiest thing I ever wrote so I apologize if it's too much (lol).

You both knew that your relationship was forbidden, that it was wrong. But you were addicted to him, and he was addicted to you. It was intoxicating. You could never get enough of his eyes devouring you as you sat in his class, of his hands exploring you when you snuck out of your dorm to his chambers, of his teeth biting your neck, of his scent that you wanted to drown yourself in every minute of the day. It was never enough and it would never be enough. 

The kind man with gentle eyes that you innocently called professor during the day turned almost feral when you met in the eerie stillness of the night. His mouth leaving marks behind. His grip strong and possessive, keeping you close to his body. His hand sometimes travelling up to your neck, lightly choking you. His body pressed against yours. His beard scratching your cheeks. His growl, deep and low in your ears, when he entered your body. It was dizzying. 

He was not expecting you tonight, but you wanted to surprise him. It was his birthday. You felt like you didn't have much to offer to a man his age. But you want to give yourself. You wanted him to use you as he pleased. To make you his, without any restraint, without holding back. 

You nervously snuck out of your dorm, walking the dark halls of the castle, and quietly made your way to your professor's chambers. You had decided on wearing your skirt with a simple shirt. You omitted the panties because you knew they wouldn't stay on for very long anyway. 

Before you could even knock, the heavy wooden door swung open. Maybe he was expecting you after all. His gaze, usually soft and gentle, had a darkness you were used to seeing now. 

"Good evening Professor," you managed to say, your voice barely above a whisper. "I just came to wish you a happy birthday."

His eyes crinkled in a smile and he chuckled softly. Without a word, he grabbed your shirt lightly and pulled you inside before closing the door behind. He knew what it meant when you called him Professor outside of the classroom. God, it sounded so sinful, but so good.

As he led you inside the dimly lit room, you could feel your heart beating out of your chest. Although your encounters had always been intense, you could tell he was holding back. Tonight, you didn't want him to hold back. You wanted him to have you the way he wanted. You didn't know if you could handle it, but you didn't care. 

He led you next to his bed where you stood nervously. You didn't know how to tell him. You couldn't even look at him, but you could feel his gaze piercing through you. You tentatively approach him and reach up for a kiss, but he stops you, gently pushing you back. 

"What's wrong? I can tell how nervous you are," he said, slightly concerned. He could tell you were not your usual self. 

You blushed at the sound of his voice. "Nothing, I-" you tried to explain, but the words wouldn't come out. You craved his body, his warmth. In another desperate attempt to get closer, you try to place your hands on his chest, but he grabs them, stopping you in your track. 

"Talk to me. Tell me what you want," he said, as if reading your mind. 

"Use me," you blurted out. You feel his grip tighten on your wrists. He pulls you slightly closer to his body and you can already feel his arousal against you. He leans in closer to your ear. "I will not be gentle. If at any point you want me to stop, you say the word red. Do you understand?" He pulls back, searching your face for any doubt, but you are looking at the floor, still embarrassed about the words that escaped your mouth. 

"Look at me," he said, his voice stern. "Do you understand?"

You slowly lift your eyes to meet his and whisper "Yes" in confirmation. 

He kisses you softly as he releases your wrists. He moves his hands to your hips and slowly lifts your skirt, exploring your body. His movements stop as he notices the absence of your panties. You knew that was it. It was the last straw, the last gentle touch you would receive. 

"Kneel for me," he commands, and you do, almost before he can finish his sentence. You were so eager to submit to him it was shameful. 

"Eyes on me," he says as he fists your hair. You whimper at the sting and the feeling goes straight down between your legs. 

He keeps his eyes locked on yours as he unbuttons his trousers. You can already see the outline of his hardness. You can't help but feel nervous. It's not like it was your first time with him, but you were not the most experienced when it came to stuff like that. 

"Open," he orders you as he frees himself from his trousers. His grip on your hair tightens as he guides himself into your eager mouth. He starts with the tip, teasing your tongue, and lets out a low growl. He pushes himself further, but feels you tense up around his length. 

"Relax your throat for me," he says as he stills, giving you time to adjust to him. You try to relax, but you're already out of breath and gagged around him. He doesn't care. He pulls out slightly and pushes himself back in, this time hitting the back of your throat. He moves his other hand to the back of your head and starts thrusting in and out of your mouth. You do your best to catch your breath when he pulls out, but it's never enough and your eyes get watery. His pace is relentless, your jaw is sore, your head hurts from his grip on your hair, but this is what you wanted and it is pure bliss. "You can take it," he encourages you but you don't trust yourself that you can. Just before you feel like you're about to pass out, he pulls out completely and tilts your head up. 

"Eyes on me, I said. I want you to look at me. Do you understand?" 

"Yes," you almost sob. 

"Yes what?" he says firmly. 

"Yes, Professor." 

"Good girl." He nods in approval and continues his merciless treatment of your throat, hitting the back of it with every thrust. His eyes never leaving yours. You are not even trying to hide it anymore, you just let the tears flow. He suddenly stills inside your mouth and holds you there a while until you completely run out of breath. He pulls you off of his cock and helps you stand. He grabs your neck and pulls you into a kiss, tasting himself on your lips. It's not gentle, it's not soft. It's possessive, it's hungry, and it's all you want. You can barely stand, your hair is a mess, your face full of tears, but he looks at you like you're the most beautiful thing he has ever seen. 

He guides you to his bed before spinning you around and pushing you onto the mattress face down. Your breath hitched, your body trembled with anticipation. You enjoyed not knowing what was coming next. You could hear him getting undressed, the sound of his clothes being discarded, his steps getting closer behind you. 

You feel the mattress dip as he straddles your legs. He runs his hands up and down your thighs, relishing the softness of your skin. But his gentle touch is short-lived and it's not long before he grabs your hips and pulls your ass up, making you arch your back uncomfortably. You suddenly remember you didn't wear any panties and feel exposed as your skirt is pushed up above your hips. You gasp loudly as you feel a harsh slap land on your bottom. And another. And another. You stop counting and lose yourself in the warm feeling spreading through your body, a painful yet familiar sting surprises you after every spank. You try to squirm away, the feeling is starting to overwhelm you, but he keeps you in place with his other hand firmly resting on your hip. 

He suddenly stops and leans forward, pressing his body into yours. You can feel his hardness resting against your lower back. "Did I say you could move?" he asks, his tone almost predatory. You shake your head, not trusting your voice. "I thought you had better manners than this, young lady," he says before biting your shoulder, leaving a deep red mark. 

You take a shaky breath and say "No, Professor."

"I didn't think I did. Now stay still and take it." he commanded, and his words went straight between your legs. 

He continued to spank you until you felt numb. You knew what he wanted. He wanted to see you struggle to sit during his next class. He wanted you to remember this night while you looked at him standing in front of the class, only you and him knowing what had happened behind those doors. 

His hands were back on your hips in a bruising grip, and this time you could feel his cock grinding slowly against your ass. It drove you crazy. You can't wait any longer. 

"P-please," you whimpered. 

"Tell me." he replied. 

"Please, Professor, use me," you said shakily, pushing back against him. 

As the words left your mouth, he fisted your hair in a painful grip and guided himself to your entrance, just resting the tip, teasing you. He noticed how wet you already were and decided you were ready for him. No playing nice. No fingers. He just wanted to take you, to use you as he pleased. 

In one swift thrust, he pushed himself into you. Although you were already so wet, you gasped at the feeling of being stretched so quickly. It was blissful. He didn't even wait for you to adjust. He just grabbed your hip with one hand, pushed your face down the mattress with the other, and started pounding into you relentlessly. You couldn't breathe, your back was hurting, your ass was numb, but that is exactly what you wanted. Your moans were stifled into the mattress and his pace was merciless. He moved both of his hands to your hips, gripping them hard enough to bruise, and he continued to pound into you. 

He suddenly pulled out, and you cried out at the feeling of emptiness. You didn't have time to catch your breath before he manhandled you onto your back and he was already back between your legs. He pushed into you again as he held your wrists above your head. 

"Look at you," he growled, "so desperate for me to use you." 

You turned your head to the side, blushing, his gaze was too intense and you already felt overwhelmed. 

"Eyes on me," he said as he turned your head back to face him. His eyes were dark, hungry, predatory, possessive. You would have been scared if you had not known him to be so kind and gentle normally. You loved this a little too much. You loved the feeling of submitting, of not being in control, of being physically used for his pleasure. The thought of it brings you closer and closer to the edge of your climax. 

"Can I- please" you beg, but you're too out of breath to finish. "Can I cum, please Professor," you whimper. 

Your words almost make him lose control. He moves his hand to your throat, adding just enough pressure to restrain your airways slightly. "You're gonna cum on that breath. Cum for me." he commands. And that's all it took for you. You wrap your legs around his hips and you let go. It's almost violent. Your vision gets blurry. But just in time, the grip on your throat loosens and you come down from your climax. 

You can tell he is getting close. His thrusts are becoming erratic and deep. He buries his head in your neck as he continues to pound into you and bites you harshly. He bites you again, and again. He is marking you.

"I'm gonna pump you full. I'm gonna make you mine," he said as he continued to thrust into you. His pace falters and you feel him bury himself as deep as he can, his cock pulsing inside of you, marking you with his seeds. He stays inside of you for a moment, trying to catch his breath, before gently rolling off of you and pulling you to his chest. 

"You're gonna be the death of me," he chuckles softly. The soft and kind man you knew was back and while you enjoyed the more feral side of him, now you were desperately craving his comfort. You nuzzle your face in his chest and let the tears flow a little bit. He knows this is your way to come down from your high, and he just lets you. He holds you as you cry softly. "It's okay, you're okay," he says as he rubs your back. 

Once you regain your composure, you manage to look up at him. His eyes are kind again. "Open," he instructs you. You part your lips and a small piece of chocolate is placed on your tongue.

You just lay there, your body melting into his warmth. "Happy birthday, Remus," you whisper before letting yourself drift off in his arms. 

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If you didn't know me like you do | Professor!Remus Lupin x reader

summary: Remus and his ex-student have gotten really close during the Christmas Break

tw: smut (+18), thigh riding, implicit legal age gap.

word count: 2,845

Grimmauld Place held a warm light at Christmas time. Everyone from the Order was gathered between the tall, wallpapered, rotted walls of the ancient house, filling it with tender laughs and chatter while exchanging presents and hot mulled wine.

This year, Y/n’s parents decided to spend the cold months of December and January in a tropical wonder, leaving her in the care of the famous Weasley family. They were lifelong friends of her parents and, even though she was a bit older than the twins and didn’t really spend time with them —besides at parties—, she got along with the ginger clan.

That's how the witch found herself beating Harry and Ron in exploding snap, pranking the old thief Mundungus with the twins, and having long and fun sleepovers with Ginny and Hermione some nights of the Christmas break. Professors were also around, and some were more approachable than others: Severus left pretty clear he didn’t want to be bothered, but Minerva was open to answering questions about the holiday assignments, and Hagrid had no problem advancing the topics he would teach after the break either.

There was also Remus, but he was something more than an academic figure. He was not only there willing to give Y/n book recommendations and suggest grammatical corrections in her final-year essays. He was also there lifting her spirit with bad jokes after Order reunions, asking her if she wanted more butterbeer with his eyes at the dinner table, and listening to her ramble about her dreams and aspirations late at night with a cold cup of tea in one of his hands —the other, barely grazing her pinky.

Remus and Y/n had created an inexplicable bond between them that had formed based on similar interests and sexual tension disguised as genuine concern for each other.

Each one had their problems: Remus was still affected by his deployment in Hogwarts, the transformations were tougher each month, and living again with his best friend was not as fun as he remembered: Sirius came back with a lot of tattoos, resentment towards Remus for believing the lies and an underlying sentiment of guilt for what happened to the Potters. Y/n was dealing with the stress of facing the OWLs and the working life, a brewing war that blinded her vision for the future and threatened her hopes of a normal life, and the imminent feeling of abandonment that her absent parents put in her chest.

They managed to find comfort in each other and they casually started spending more time together very quietly, very subtly. No one read Y/n's expressions like Remus, and no one felt Remus' words as Y/n did; so they started to have conversations in secluded places of the creaking house, where not even the portraits could listen.

Of course, those conversations were filled with listening ears and understanding nods, but also with thirsty lips and fidgety hands. It might have been difficult for the others to spot the magnetic chemistry between them, but it was crystal clear for anyone who would stop to analyze the shine in their eyes when they hung into each other's words.

The young witch had never felt a stronger knot create in her lower belly every time Remus brushed her hip to pass to the other side of the hall, or a hotter blush grow in her cheeks when he rolled up the sleeves of his dressing shirt to reveal strong scarred arms.

He was also down bad, even if he tried to hide it. He had managed to perfect the crossing legs method to hide his erection from his ex-student, and sometimes he couldn't correct the direction of his eyes, which always diverted to the curviness of her hips or the brown spot on her neck.

She secretly found his admiration for her body hilarious; even if he didn't make it obvious, she could see the delicate way he contemplated her moving arms and hair, and her moving lips the most. She loved to be appreciated with that devotion, she had never felt that before.

One cold night, after what Y/n perceived was a stressful Order meeting, they sat on the comfortable, almost broken sofa in front of the library's fireplace. The flames exuded a warmth that made the witch remove her woolen sweater and Remus was finding it hard not to succumb to his desire to caress her tanned collarbone.

The bitter green tea and thoughtful state of mind sparked a pessimist conversation that included Nietzsche quotations and laments about the world and the terrible situation witches and wizards of England were in with the shadow of the Dark Lord stalking the safety of people.

That obscure life beyond the comforting room seemed pointless to go through for a second. So many horrors and injustices were occurring around her in that moment, and Y/n's awareness immersed her imagination in despicable hypotheticals that involved her tortured body, and Remus' body too, who was sitting a few meters away from her.

"Sometimes I wish we weren't real," she sighed and propped her head on the back of the couch.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean I wish we didn't exist, that we weren't known. That we weren't even born."

"I understand why you wouldn't want yourself to exist, I have had that feeling myself before, believe me. My question is more why you want to drag me with you to non-existence?"

Remus laughed a bit, he would always be surprised by her interesting thoughts. She had a way of seeing the world he couldn't grasp and that kept him on a fun, uneasy expectation.

Y/n was relieved to see that the werewolf had moved the conversation somewhere else, where she wouldn't have to think about the darkness of the world around them.

"Because I don't think there would be a you without me," Remus' eyebrows went up. "Don't give me that look! I-I expressed myself badly… forget it."

Y/n felt her face flush and her eyes water; the one time she decided to be philosophically flirty she messed it all up. She thought she should have just sewn her mouth shut.

"No, none of that. Try to express what you meant," Remus came dangerously close to her, increasing the heavy feeling that burnt the witch's skin.

The girl sat down straight touching his thigh with hers and, after a long sigh, she answered.

"I meant that you wouldn't be the person you are or have the thoughts you've had if you hadn't met me the way you do," Y/n was nervously picking at the skin around her thumb, avoiding Remus' stare.

"What do you think I'd be like?"

"Miserable," she joked. Remus chuckled. "I just think you wouldn't ask yourself certain things."

"Things like what?" Remus brought his shaking hand up to put behind her ear a piece of hair that had fallen in the side of her face.

Suddenly the temperature in the library went up, but it wasn't because the fire in front of them burned more intensely. The reality of an awful world truly disappeared from Y/n's thoughts completely; the warm spot in her chest was speaking louder than pain.

"Like…" the girl silenced herself for a second, and then took a big breath to mutter the bravest thing: "whether to kiss me and disobey every rational voice in your head, or bring more tea to calm yourself down and avoid that thought."

A maddening silence stilled everything in the room; the particles of dust, the creaking wood and Y/n’s breathing stopped in time.

Remus turned around to check that the silver tea set was still resting in the small, fancy desk next to the window; if he were to reach it, he would have to get up and break the intimate bubble the two of them had entered.

"Yeah, you are right, I do ask myself that a lot. The kettle is too far, though."

The nervous girl turned around slowly fearing the possibility of her understanding. Their minds were close in thought, and he had unconsciously moved close to the point where she could feel Remus' breath in her cheek, and see a sparkle in his eyes.

"So, no tea this time?"

"No, not tonight I think," he whispered with a serious expression.

Burying his scarred hand behind her ear and into her hair, he brought his nose to her. He ignored the screams of his reason telling him to get away, and teased her opened lips by rubbing noses; she thought that that is how it must feel to kiss a ghost.

The impatient little whine that fell from her mouth gave Remus the final push to press his lips onto hers. She started moving them slowly, trying to mask her desperation for him and all thoughts erased from the werewolf's mind. There was nothing more in the universe than the sweet taste of that girl's mouth. His tongue gracefully licked hers, producing a twitch of her hips and she imitated the movement of his mouth, just like he had demonstrated.

She was eager for more and Remus could smell it. It was driving him insane, but he wanted to leave up to her whether his hand was worthy of something more than the touch of her shiny hair. Just like she had just read his mind, she pulled herself closer to him, squeezing his arm to signal a need for physical contact. Remus placed his hand behind her shoulder, moving her body towards his direction; and without any warning or precaution, Y/n turned herself to him, sitting on one of his thighs.

She separated slightly from him. His hands were now holding her waist in place and they could feel each other's breath from how close they remained. A silent conversation of whether this was real or not started. Their eyes weren't discussing the actual actions, but the tangible desire behind them and the not-so-innocent intentions.

While trying to assimilate that they both wanted this, Y/n started to rub herself against his thigh, searching for a pleasure only he could give her, she was sure. Remus squeezed her sides, trying to avoid the inevitable, and hopeful that she would notice he was not worthy of such pleasure. He closed his eyes, repeating to himself that he should not be enjoying this, that this was just a dream.

"Look at me, please," Y/n said slightly out of breath, Remus' eyes remained shut. "Come on, don't you think I'm pretty?"

Of course he thought she was pretty, and smart, and fun, and so many other things. But this was wrong; it was wrong not only the fact that he doubled her age, but that she deserved someone more capable of giving her love and attention. He was emotionally unavailable to shower her with love, and he wasn't going to be the one breaking her heart.

"Remus, do you not want this?" her hips halted, and his eyes opened immediately, "because I understand if you just think I'm too immature and inexperienced, a-"

"Of course I want this" the words flew straight out of his heart skipping his reason, but he didn't regret what he said.

Y/n didn't waste more time and rushed to grab his face to feel his lips on hers. Remus tightened his grip on her hips and forced himself to forget anything outside the library. In that precise moment, there was only he and Y/n, and his mind shouldn't get distracted from anything else. Nothing was more important than her right then and there.

Now Remus' arms were the ones guiding the movement of her hips back and forth. She bunched the fabric that covered his shoulders in her hands, trying to hide the moans to express her pleasure; the seam in her jeans had found her spot perfectly and the rubbing against Remus' strong thigh was stimulating her just the right way. Sweat started to emanate from her frown and her eyebrows moved up involuntarily, her panting was creating in Remus a hot feeling in his chest and he wanted to feel her warm cunt closer to his leg.

"Take off the jeans," her hands flew instantly to the button on the front, and Remus helped her take one leg out of her jeans so she wouldn't completely fall off his lap.

Remus appreciated how her simple light gray underwear clad to her hips. He followed the sewn end of the fabric with his fingers, from where her legs met her hip, through the middle of her buttocks, until her center. She was wet and the gray of her panties evidenced it blatantly. The werewolf rubbed his fingers on the wet spot before the witch forced herself to sit right on top of the evident bulge in his pants.

The girl started moving slowly again trying to stroke his cock with her middle effectively. Remus stiffened as a reaction to the pleasure he was receiving and that he craved for a very long time before. He was rock hard underneath her, and she took that as an advantage to rock herself against him with more intensity, making it difficult for the two of them to stay quiet.

Remus trespassed the fabric of her underwear and firmly grabbed her bottoms to get some control. The now panting girl searched Remus' lips to comfort herself because there was something forming in her stomach and in her chest stronger than anything she had felt before.

Yes, of course Y/n had touched herself before, in Grimmauld Place it had been difficult to find alone time, but the shower was always a good place of peace where she could visualize her previous DADA professor turning her over a desk and taking a firm hold of her hips. However, she had never really had an orgasm, she usually stopped when it'd get too good because her hands would start shaking and her legs would get some funny, unbearable ticklish feeling.

Her core started getting wetter and wetter and Remus couldn't hide his grunts; he imagined being inside her and his cock twitched embarrassingly.

He lowered his kisses to her chin, then her jaw leaving a sweet purple mark close to her ear. He continued going down, taking more time in that precious mole on her neck, until reaching the swell of her chest. He removed a hand from her moving bottoms and brought it up, with the intention of lowering the hem of her v-neck top.

When Remus started kissing and licking her nipples, Y/n held to his head and cuddled herself against him moving more desperately on him.

She was also imagining having him inside of her, close to his skin, without clothes between their bodies. She wondered what his chest looked like; maybe it was as scarred as his face, or maybe it was full of tattoos like Sirius'. What she knew with certainty was that it was hairy since some hair always peeked from the top of his shirt, and that it was very strong from the way he held her to him.

The werewolf's hips rose softly, following the girl's hip movements with a mouthful of her breast. Both him and her weren't containing their sights of pleasure and were just as close to climax.

Y/n grabbed a handful of Remus's slicked back hair to announce she couldn't bear much more of the pleasure, and he responded by bringing one hand to her hair to pull her close to his face. The closeness permitted them to look into each other's mouths with tired pants and a feral urge to crash lips.

"R-Rem, I think I-I," the witch could barely mutter a word, the divine sensation in her center started crawling up her back and arms, making them weak and wobbly as her voice.

"I know, love. Me too. Be a good girl and cum for me," he whispered, swallowing a moan from how good she felt on top of him.

Just before her legs gave up, an electrocuting sensation tickled her neck and stiffened her whole body. The witch came letting out a surprised little scream with her head buried in his shoulder; she had definitely never felt something like that.

“Good girl, yeah, good girl,” he panted as she rode him through her orgasm.

Remus welcomed all the weight of her body in his chest and, unannounced, came in his dressing pants from the lazy movements the girl was making on him to elongate her climax. He joined her ecstasy with satisfied little grunts and a fist holding her hair. Both entered a hazy, dreamy state where nothing could be bad and words were too complicated to pronounce.

The girl raised her head to meet Remus' eyes. He, ignoring the small circle of drool that she had left on his upper sleeve, gave her a smile and held her by the neck to kiss her sweet lips, certainly not for the last time.

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teacher remus noticing reader is upset and asks them what's wrong after which reader basically comes out as trans (ftm)?

acceptance; remus lupin

synopsis: remus's student confides in him something that's been plaguing them.

warnings: PLATONIC RELATIONSHIP, father figure remus ong, trans (ftm) reader, f/n: friend name, f/n doesn't know y/n is trans

reader's pronouns: he/him

"y/n?"

y/n looked up. he had been stuck in That Feeling for the third day in a row now, and it was hurting him. he was forgetting to do basic tasks such as eat and make your bed. he was barely talking, and had no will to go to classes.

"yeah?" he croaked, suddenly aware of the class's eyes on him.

f/n eyed him. "are you okay?"

y/n nodded. "yeah, yeah i'm fine."

turning f/n nodded to professor lupin. "she's fine."

y/n visibly shrunk back at being referred to as "she". the fucking pronouns followed him everywhere, tormenting him and telling him he wasn't a "him", but a "her". it made him feel a way that he couldn't describe.

at least the lesson continued, and all eyes moved back to lupin.

y/n spent the rest of the class in an uncontrollable daze. his head was spinning, but not quite enough to want to get up and leave. though not soon enough, class was dismissed.

the milling of students past him finally grounded y/n back, but his name being called alarmed him.

"y/n? will you stay for a little bit?" professor lupin asked, scarred face patiently awaiting the answer he knows he'll get.

y/n swallowed. "yeah."

once the last pupil was out of the room, remus turned to his desk and waved his hand. within moments, two steaming mugs appeared side by side.

"cocoa?" the professor asked with a smile. "i know it isn't really the season for that, but i think you'd like this better than the tea i've been drinking lately," remus explains. y/n slowly stands up, and takes the cup from the professor's hands.

"oh don't worry. there's no truth serum in this, i solemnly swear." remus stated before taking a sip.

"so, dear child, what's been on your mind as of late?" remus finally asked.

y/n looked down, back slouched violently. "i- it's truly nothing. just stress, i guess."

it was a pity y/n was a bad liar when upset. "i won't judge. i simply want to know what the change in attitude is about," remus explained, eyes trained on the teen in front of him. "if this is a family thing... well, i had a friend who... if it's a family thing just say so and i'll leave you alone of you so please."

y/n felt horrible. he felt like the professor genuinely cared. and all the emotion in his voice was stabbing y/n in the heart. "i'm trans- transgender," y/n whispered, eyes to the floor.

he barely registered the mug being taken from his hand, or remus leading him gently to the floor, but he didn't realize he was openly bawling into his professor's arms. "i'm trans, professor," he sobbed, gasping on air.

remus soothingly shushed his cries, and patted his back in a fatherly way. it pained remus to see one of his favorite students so upset.

five minutes flew by. y/n sniffed miserably as he harshly wiped tears from his eyes. "are-are you gonna t-tell dumbledore?"

"would you like me to?" remus asked.

y/n shook his head.

"what do you go by?" remus asked quietly.

"still y/n but i'm thinking of going by something else. my, uh, pronouns, though, are he/him," y/n explained, fingers knotting together. he hadn't told anyone that he was trans. this was huge.

remus smiled. "would you like me to use your pronouns in front of the class?"

y/n nodded. he hadn't thought of that question, but maybe hearing his pronouns from his favorite professor would help validate him.

remus grabbed the desk to help him up. grabbing the teen's hand, remus pulled y/n up. "i may have... something that could help make your voice lower..."

y/n looked up, wide-eyed. "really?"

the professor smiled at y/n's glee. "yes. it's a potion that i can give you the recipe too, but i don't have the ingredients," remus explained, summoning some potion book.

flipping through pages, remus finally found the page. grabbing a piece of paper, remus enchanted a quill to copy down ingredients, the process of making the potion, and when and how to drink.

y/n gingerly accepted the paper. "i- i really don't know what to say, professor...'' he trailed off.

"just a simple assurance that you'll be smiling tomorrow is all i need," remus chuckled, nudging y/n gently in the arm.

y/n felt wholly accepted by professor lupin, and the feeling made him want to cry again.

but all y/n could do was smile in gratitude and hope lupin knew how much this meant to him.

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