#dilf!remus lupin

[lovelyspooks]

Me looking at myself in the mirror at 3am after reading smut for 4 hours straight instead of sleeping:

[dittos-blog-dylanobrien]

I love older men. I really do.

ride of a lifetime

pairing: dilf!remus lupin x younger!reader

warnings: unmentioned age gap {r is of age}, dom!remus but soft at the end, daddy kink, smut, pet names; 'pup, pet, puppy', kissing, curse words, biting. {fem!reader}

summary: remus returns to his girlfriend after a week away with his son.

a/n: thank you for 100 followers YAYA

- one shot {18+}

"Take y'time pup," Remus smirks, as you push him down on your bed, the pink bunny stuffie he gifted you a year ago right beside him. He picks up Mr. Snuggles, the name you gave it, and sniffs the stuff animal. A groan leaves his lips and he stares up at you, a wicked look in his eyes as he tugs you down atop of him. "Y'nasty little thing, I see you do have company to help you while i'm away." Remus clicks his tongue and chucks the toy on the shelf above your bed head.

"I need something to relieve the stress between my legs, daddy." You pout, and fix yourself on his lap, with your hands now on his broad chest and legs tucked under his. "Plus, what do you expect me to do when you write me all those racy letter." You grin, licking his cheek to his earlobe, biting the soft flesh. You don't miss his natural smell of cedar and sandlewood as you suck on his neck.

"I'm assuming m'lil puppet missed me so much?" Remus asks, trailing his hands down your curves to the hem of your top, which he removes with anticipation. He really couldn't wait to be snug inside of his favorite girl. His eyes drink in your raven colored lace bra which connects to your panties, that peaks out from your biker shorts. "You're trying to kill me aren't you?" He kids, and sucks in a deep breath. He kisses your collarbone then wanders down to the your valley of breasts.

A pleasant moan erupts from you when Remus lips reaches your nipples, his mouth suckling on your rough nub which is covered by your bra. In need to feel his warm walls, you unclip your bra and allow him to discard of the article of clothing whilst his lips suck and tug on pebbled tits. His mouth feels like heaven, he has rocking your hips unconsciously over his stiffened erection. "More," You beg, holding your breasts close together.

"Y'taste so good pup, y'smell even better," Remus sighs in content, suckling harshly on your nipple and landing a light slap on your bum. "Get naked f'me pretty girl," He demands in a soft tone, his hand coming to your waist to lift you. "Fuck, you are a gorgeous little creature," He groans out, a cheeky look on his lips as he makes contact with your wet cunt. He slides his finger over your cunt, coating it with his favorable juice. "Always wet f'me, pet."

"Yes, daddy. I'm always wet for you," You whine. He brings his finger to your lips, and taps for you to open up. Remus watches you intently, as you swirl your tongue around his digit, your eyes on his own. You let out a hum of satisfaction at the taste of yourself. "Can I ride you? Please," You inquire Remus when you pull away from his finger.

"The bunny didn't please my pup enough?" He frowns mockingly and taps your cheek with his rough palm. The slight sting causes you to whine like a child, as you try to lessen the throbbing in between your thighs by rubbing yourself on him. "So desperate f'me," He moans out, undoing the buttons of his trousers. "Help me won't you?" He laughs at your eagerness to take off his pants.

When his cock is free, it springs up freely into your awaiting hands where you begin to pump his swollen, gritty length. You're always in awe of his large size, you swear it grows while he's away. "It's so pretty, daddy." You stare up at him with doe eyes, massaging his balls and lowering your head to suck his tip. A tug to your hair makes you whimper, the tinge taste of his precum lingering in your mouth.

"Didn't allow you to do that, naughty pup," He scolds and slaps your bottom with a forceful hand. "Come on, get on top of me." He orders, a chuckle leaving him at your teary eyes. Remus doesn't budge to assist you, he adores seeing you trying to obediently climb on top his thick thighs and position his cock over your cunt. His independent puppy. "Go on now," He says, seeing your curious eyes contemplating your next move.

"Ah! Fuck!" You moan in delight, not even fully fit around him yet. Your eyes close and open several times, his cock intoxicating you as if you drank a bottle of fire whiskey. You begin to bounce when you're fully in, and God, does the look on your face has Remus hardening even more. "Daddy!" You squeal and take his hand in your own to your tits, as he wasn't touching you.

"Slow down, m'pet," He breaths out, distracted by your bare jiggling breasts before him. He tugs on it to mess with you, but he gets a joyous hum in return. Remus leans back on the bed head, his arm stretched behind him as he enjoys the show. He gruffs out in pain and zeal when your hands knot through his brown locks, pulling for dear life.

"M'close, daddy." You stutter out dumbly, holding up your body with the help of Remus's chest that you use as balance. You increase your speed as a sudden coil forms in your tummy, waiting to rip into euphoric sensation at any given moment. "Oh, daddy." You smile drunkenly, as his cock begins to hit a different spot, it makes you see all the shining stars in the night sky.

"Y'gonna make me come," Remus groans, kissing your lips as his seed spurts into you. His tongue explores the inside of your mouth, his teeth clashing with your own as he devours you in a hungry kiss. "Don't stop," He says into the kiss, his fingers finally coming to your clit to rub the swollen nub. It makes you whimper and has you coming undone in less than a second. "Who's making you feel good, pup?"

"You daddy. Only you!" You shout in ecstasy.

"Good puppy," He kisses your lip and pulls you into the warmth of his huge arms as you begin to shiver. "Y'did so well f'me today, taking me so perfectly." He praises, soothing your shuddering form and massaging the curve of your bum. "Say you deserve t'be eaten out later hm?" Remus smirks, wiggling his brows knowing it'll make you giggle and you do.

"Yeah, but what about Teddy? Isn't he coming home for his birthday?" You question, a frown on your lips at the idea of Remus being away again. You instinctively snuggle closer into him, pressing your bare chest against his donned one.

"He'll be with his mother, m'love. I have him the other week." He confirms and pecks you. As a yawn leaves your lips, he brings your head to his chest, right above his heart. It soothes you to slumber quickly, he observed. "Sleep well," He mumbles.

"You too, remmy."

The night ends with you two in eachother arms, his length snug inside of you as both wisp away into wonderland.

[honeylemonntea]

—my entry for this year’s fathers day

[mymiraclealigner]

Don’t be kind | RemusLupin x fem!reader

summary: Remus has come back to apologize.

tw: smut without much plot (+18), curse words

word count: 2,223

a/n: long time no see :) i have been thinking about remus so much lately... hope you like this and sorry if there are any grammar mistakes, english is not my first language.

The rain hit the window desperately. It banged the outside of the big house begging to come in. The weight of the mist creeped into the walls with ease, like a snake crawling through a dense field, almost invisible. The Black House was dark and moist, the majority of its habitants in deep, twitchy slumber.

A girl held herself up on her elbows, semi-asleep still. Some hair stuck to her temple, product of the sweat. The heat under her duvet contrasted uncomfortably with the cold atmosphere. She managed to sit on her bed to recognize the figure standing past her door. A small breeze sneaked through the gap between the creaky floors; a shiver walked across her.

“Remus?” A set of manicured fingers raised to rub her sleepy eyes.

The man remained still. Remus was counting in his head: one, two three, four… Hoping to go unnoticed around twenty. It wasn’t the first night he had entered her room to watch her sleep or something more. But it was the first time he felt embarrassed that he got caught. Twenty came around and she remained focused on the subject in her room.

The silhouette’s shoulders were moving up and down patiently and a few drops fell from his fingers to the floor: he was soaking wet, the rain caught him on the way back to the house. She knew it was Remus and not an illusion. In her dreams, he would have come to her already and he would have been dry, smelling like books and whisky, like he normally did. In her dreams, he loved her unafraid, he was certain of his feelings for her.

“So this is what you do, treat me horribly and come back to watch me sleep and wet my floors?”

“Sorry about earlier. I didn’t mean to raise my voice at you,” he replied with a hoarse voice. “It’s the moon.”

The girl looked down, a silver, thick stripe on the floor marked the distance between the bodies. It was always the moon the one coming between them. Nature’s round princess was an animated object, playing with Remus’ head and emotions. The witch constantly asked herself how something so beautiful could do him so much harm –and to her, consequently.

She removed the comforter from her body, sitting at the edge of the bed. The moon’s pale light bathed her naked legs. She wiggled her toes against the cold wood, getting ready to stand up. Remus’ breathing quickened, her actions meant I forgive you, clearly. He tried to ignore the inevitable worry of when he would no longer be forgiven.

She moved like an angel towards him: messy curls framing her face, tired eyes shaping the world around her. Remus could have kneeled to her feet and kissed them as an act of gratitude. She was merciful like a virgin.

She first pushed the heavy leather jacket off his shoulders. The garment hit the floor with a hard thud, splashing cold water on her feet. His hands were immediately on her hips, his achy knuckles relaxed at the touch of her cotton shirt. She surrounded his neck and came so close to his face she could feel his warm breath on her forehead. He smelled like pines and smog.

“I’m truly sorry, you’re so important to me,” he whispered against her hairline. His hands trespassed the fabric and caressed her lower back, occasionally playing with the edge of her underwear.

Her hands massaged his nape, helping it get rid of the tension the incoming full moon had induced. She looked up into his tired eyes, the stripe of light reflected in his pupils. He truly couldn’t escape the moon.

“It’s okay, just take what you need,” she responded while pulling his lips closer to hers.

He wanted to correct her, he wasn’t there to take anything –even if it seemed like it–, but it was too late. She immediately kissed him and he forgot about anything that had ever happened in the world before that moment.

The rain suddenly stopped, the clouds took deep a breath.

Like a siren she pushed him slowly into her waters, discarding his clothes on the way. The first buttons of his shirt were undone slowly by her slippery hands; the lethargy of her movements heated Remus’ head. He interrupted the unhurried pace yanking the shirt open, fours buttons flew across the room. Her nails scratched the hair on his torso, fondling the scars with dedication; it made Remus moan.

At the halfway point, Y/n lost her shirt. A soft breeze hardened her nipples, right before the werewolf’s hand grazed them. Her lips, already red and bitten, opened to emit a small groan of satisfaction. She was desperate for him, but so mad at his ways. She brought her bare chest closer to his in a unbridled outburst; fuck you, she thought.

Y/n kept her backward walk until she was stopped by the feel of the mattress hitting her thighs. The girl palmed him over his wet jeans: he was rock hard under the rough material. She guessed he had been hard for a while now by the way his hips stuttered. Remus separated from her kiss to observe her moving hand; in a swift move he removed it holding her by the wrist and trapping her arm behind her back.

“My turn,” he announced lowly against her cheek. He let his words linger in the air; he wanted time to slow her breaths.

With the back of his scarred hand he caressed the curve of her face relaxing the frown that had settled between her brows. His stroke kept going down her neck, the pulse of her veins made his fingers slightly jump. Like on a mountain, his hand raised following the outline of her breast; he pinched the nipple maliciously, stealing a whimper from the girl. His hand slipped down until it sneaked below the only piece of fabric that covered her. Past the mound of hair he wet his digits on her pussy, going up and down, ignoring the crying bead on purpose.

“Pl- please,” she breathed out.

“Uh?”

“I- I said please,” their eyes met. His were determined and playful, hers were pleading.

With a devious smile Remus decided to put her out of her misery and roll measured circles on her clit. Remus knew Y/n was close when the hand held hostage behind her back started to twitch; she also tried to keep her thighs relaxed, but he knew that subtle trembling too well.

The werewolf kissed her neck while diverted his fingers inside of her. First one, then another. He pumped his long fingers into her enough times to open her up, ease his way between her legs. First shallow, then deep. She swore she could feel the protruding scars caress her inner walls.

Once again, in the verge of the orgasm, he let her go. Putting his wet hand on her hip and freeing her arm from his hold. Her hands flew to his belt to unbuckle it. He held her thin hands between his and grabbed his erect member, guiding her through the up-and-down movements. She looked down, embarrassed to be so enraptured in the action.

“Look at me.”

She held her head up, looking shy beyond his shoulder, disobeying his request deliberately. He knew, then: she still resented him. Before he could say anything to defend his case, Y/n turned around and pulled down her underwear. As the small fabric fell to the floor, she straightened up and grabbed the nearest bedpost with her ass perked up.

Remus put a firm hand on her shoulder and pushed her head to side with his, trying to make space to kiss. She could feel his wet tip hitting against her butt cheeks. His hips were rutting against her while his mouth was devouring her soft neck.

“Are you sure?” He whispered in her ear. Goosebumps traveled through her sides; she nodded.

“No, use your words. Come on”

The smallest “yes” came out of her lips. Remus knew he wouldn’t get anything clearer nor louder than that. Anchoring on her hips, he pushed her close to him and grabbed his cock to position it on her entrance.

Neither could keep a sigh of pleasure in at the first stretch. Remus thanked the Gods for her existence and her acknowledgment of his; never in his craziest dreams he thought he could be with someone like her. A long list was the one to enumerate all the ways she was perfect, far more noble and good than Remus; her pussy was in the top five.

He bottomed out and stayed still for a minute, letting her accommodate to his size. He inhaled the scent of her loose curls: fig and honey, his favorite. With a tortuous kiss on her cheek he started rocking inside of her. He held her between his hands like the fourth leaf of a clover, raising a hand to fondle her tits.

The witch could feel his love being poured in the swing of his hips. He was truly sorry (–or very drunk–), she knew, because this is what she had always asked of him and rarely received: to be a little vulnerable, to show her something more than a need to release. The way his breathing fell on her jaw, his arms surrounded her torso, his inhibited grunts matched the thumps… it was perfect, just not what she wanted now.

He treated her horribly hours before, denying her help with the upcoming full moon and talking to her like she was an ignorant idiot. He was so confusing: then, he wanted her far from his life, now, he was holding onto her with all the love and need. He was so mindful and delicate, his cock hit her spot over and over again and it felt so nice that she got mad. She wanted him to unload his frustrations on her, not protect her from already inflicted pain.

“Remus,” she used a hand to halt his movements behind her, “don’t be kind.”

Remus, who was drunk in pleasure, let go of wariness and the fear of hurting her and took a firm hold of the woman in front of him. His hips pounded in and out of Y/n taking the air out of her; he looked down and delighted himself with the view of her arched back and plump ass. Quickly, the slapping sound between the flesh was accompanied by a squelching one; Remus rolled his eyes and kissed the back of her head as she got wetter. The girl moaned his name like a prayer and stammered out scoldings and praises in an hushed erotic whisper.

He paused for a second to turn and lay down his witch on the edge of the mattress. He folded over her, keeping a steady, hard pace. His eyes looked for her, he was missing the connection, a glance to say there’s so many things that I feel that I can’t put words to, but she closed her eyes in feigned focus.

“Look at me,” he framed her face with his big hand. She turned a deaf ear and kept panting, concentrating on the pleasurable new angle.

“Come on,” nothing still. “You know, I–,” she squeezed him hard interrupting his sentence; the corners of her lips raised lightly. “I won’t let you come if you don’t look at me.”

Remus decreased his tempo, rolling his hips heavily against hers. Her eyebrows met and he knew he put her in trouble. A senseless murmur spilled from her throat in the sweetest tone, the werewolf almost melted. He rolled his pelvis closer knowing it would graze her clit and she immediately dug her red nails into his biceps; he smiled triumphant. Her moans increased and he watched her struggle to keep the composure, she needed permission to come.

Just like minutes before, her eyes opened painfully slow. This time, she was greeted by Remus’ glowing face, looking at her with serious devotion and the ghost of a grin. Behind him, an almost round, luminous circle peaked behind the window: the moon.

“Hey there–”

“Harder, please, I- I wanna come,” she begged breathless, dazed by his ministrations and the beautiful light behind his strong frame.

“Shh, don’t worry. I’ll let you come, sweetheart”

Remus increased the rhythm without taking his gaze off off her. She held his face between her hands and drew him closer to conceal her moans between his lips. Surrounding her legs against his torso Y/n asked if she could come and Remus replied with a simple “Yes, love, I’ve got you”. Immediately after, he came inside her with a groan, hiding his face in the gap between her shoulder and neck, her sweetest spot.

The clouds started weeping again, never covering the silver balloon, the protagonist of the night.

The moon looked at the girl laying sweaty on the bed. On top of her, Remus relished in the sole advantage of his condition: heightened feelings. He caressed her sides, looking to say I’m sorry, once again. She looked back at the moon and brought the werewolf to her lips for another round; tomorrow the man would be the moon’s, but tonight he was all hers.

[polaroidcats]

In his early 60s, Remus finally starts growing a beard because he gets over his fear of looking too wolfish. Sirius obviously loves it but an unexpected side effect is that lots of young men now suddenly start calling him Daddy when he and Sirius go to gay bars. Remus is so happy about this and thinks they must be friends of Teddy's. He has a lovely long conversation with one of the twinks about different types of leashes (Remus just recently went shopping for a beautiful new harness for their dog padfoot, who he lovingly calls "his baby" and "his love" during the entire conversation. Sirius nearly spits out his beer because he's laughing so hard when he comes back from the pool table and realises what Remus and the twink are talking about). Remus invites the twink over for "dinner with him and his husband", it seems like the twink really enjoys Sirius and his company, and maybe he doesn't have a good father figure at home so Remus is happy to step up and become the new Fleamont Potter, taking in strays. Remus also loves how much the twink seems to adore Sirius, always giving him compliments and innocent touches, and he can't blame him, his husband is hot and he wants everyone to appreciate what a dilf Sirius is. Sirius deserves the attention, after all! He doesn't really get why these young men sometimes behave so oddly though, like when the twink starts undressing in their living room while Remus is setting the table for dinner, but then again, it's a really hot summer day so he can't blame the guy for not wanting to wear a lot of clothes.

[yuuuu16]

“baby do you think about the past? do you wonder if every stupid little thing has led us to this?” — moony and padfoot somewhere back in ‘95

[kayeeaa]

happy birthday Sirius Black you would've loved hating on Justin Bieber <33

[sexymoonmansslut]

sketch dump :))

aka a bunch of jegulus bc i love them

also yes harry is jegulus’ kid. i’ll say it for teddy and ill say it for harry. they are wizards. they can have bio children. (i love lily do not take it the wrong way pls)

[fracturedsunsets]

listen to me. remus lupin in that new hbo series better be a mf DILF.

i want that man oozing with hotness, alright? I want him tall. i want him with salt and pepper hair and sexy wrinkles. i want his smile to make you SQUEAL. i want him in a button up with his sleeves rolled up. i want him in those tan trousers that fit his thighs so fucking well. i want him LEAN (he’s a werewolf for fucks sake, he better have those wolf pecs). i want him in a sex suit.

i want him HOT AND SWEET AND DILF MATERIAL.

THATS NOT TO SAY DAVID THEWLIS ISNT HOT. but i don’t want him in cardigans and cute sweaters. i need that sexy teacher attire. i am begging you.

[julianblackthornspancakes]

I just know that James Potter would have been such a soccer mom. Who’s the guy passing out juice boxes to the little-league quidditch team? Oh, that’s Harry’s dad. He tried to buy a minivan but his wife wouldn’t let him get a muggle drivers license.

[lovelyspooks]

When y/n does exactly what you told her not to do and now the story has been set back another 4 chapters

[sincericida]

ANDREW GARFIELD

photographed by Mark Seliger for Esquire Magazine.

Read the great article

[bisousbabie]

Any dilf Remus thoughts??

Always!

Ive put a little asterisk where the nsfw starts

Dilf!remus spoiling you with presents like weekend trips and pretty clothes.

Dilf!remus having tattoos and scarring littered all over his body.

Him having a gorgeous vintage car that he drives you around in.

Dilf!remus doesn't have kids of his own but he's a great teacher and practically parents them

Dilf!remus always being super gentle with you.

*

High sex drive 🤭

Obsessed with showing you off to his friends.

Always slapping your ass.

smoking and then shotgunning it with you.

Buys you fancy lingerie just for him to rip it off later.

Him being a God at giving head.

Dilf!remus who loves to walk around with a lipstick kiss on his cheek or neck 🥰

calling you doll rather than your name.

[itsriotmotherfuckers]

A little teaser for a WIP for an AU :)

[yuuuu16]

“well, you’re dirty and sweet, clad in black, don’t look back and i love you” — some more DILF wolfstar when remus actually listens to his attention seeking husband

[kayeeaa]

Little Bit Slow

You walk into the room, hoping to see your professor. But instead you see your teacher's assistant. The one you have a crush on. Today, it was so hard for you to concentrate. He wore a white shirt with the top two buttons down. And he had his hair messy today.

You didn't get to pay attention to the lesson with how good he looked. So you needed some help. "Professor Potter?" You asked and in most polite voice you could. "Yes, Love?"

"This problem is very hard. Could you help me?" You asked with your best doe eyes. "Of course, Love. Come here." you go and set the paper on his desk and lwan down to look at it, he leans behind you, his crotch pressing against your ass. "so-" he keeps on saying stuff about the lecture but you can't stop staring at him.

"Are you listen-" He cuts himself off when he realizes what you're doing. "Hm? A little student got a crush on me?" You started blushing uncontrollably. "I-I-" and just like that, his lips were on yours, ypu kissed back almost immediately, unbuttoning his shirt and taking it off, he then took off your shirt and groped your breasts. "May I?" He asked. You nodded and then he took off your bra, taking one tit in his mouth, rubbing his thumb against the nippe of the other.

"F-Fuck....J-James..." then he unbuttoned your jeans and practically ripped off your panties, then like that you were bent over his desk. "Do we need lube, doll?" You shake your head. "N-No.." you prepare yourself for this. "Okay." And just like that he thrusts into you roughly, not giving you time to adjust.

"F-Fuck! James!" after a hot minute of him thrusting into you, he starts yelling "f-fuck! I'm gonna come!" he practically yells out, "f-fuck! I'm c-coming!" after you both ride down from your highs,

he pulls out of you and gets dressed as you do the same, then you hear the voice of your professor. "What are you two doing?" You look up "o-oh, professor james was just helping me with a problem." He nods "very well, you both may be on your way."

After you guys leave, he pulls you aside "my office, tommorow at 8. No panties or bra. Or bring me some used ones as a gift." He winks and walks off.

(@yrluvjane)