Remus Lupin Insert Reader - Tumblr Posts
Like a renaissance painting
{You admire Remus whilst he paints}
⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆ ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆ ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆ ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆ ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆
You study the slight curve of Remus’ back as he sits in front of the small canvas, he’s shirtless because apparently he ‘works better than way’ although you’re certainly not complaining at the beautiful sight, the way small little beauty marks litter across his skin like constellations or how he has this one specific scar that stretches up the expanse of his spine that you love to trace with nimble fingers.
You watch his muscles move as he stretches, sitting up and rolling his shoulders, before reaching over to a small cup of discolored water swishing his paintbrush around then gently dipping it back into the blue paint, and he methodically moves the paintbrush across the canvas, you can’t see what he’s painting from where your laying on his bed but you just know it’s a masterpiece.
A sudden gust of wind pushes itself through the window and into his room, his thin curtains waving with the movement, “Are you getting cold dove?” He asks turning around to admire you, and you shake your head with a small ‘no’ as he gently smiles at you.
“If you get cold let me know I’ll close the window, there’s also a jumper over there, okay?” He says nodding over to where a clean pile of clothes sits neatly on his wooden dresser.
“Yeah”
He goes back to whatever he’s painting, the sun is setting, and an orangey light casts through his room, dusting against his skin, it’s a warm glow that makes him seem ethereal. Not even a full minute passes and he’s already stretching again shoulders moving in circles, you can tell he’s getting restless.
He sighs, “Alright, that’s me done,” he says standing up, he takes a seat next to where you’re laying, looking down at you with the softest eyes, and his hand gently cups your warm cheek, “How’s your head dove?” He asks, thumb smoothing over the skin.
“Better than yesterday, think your ‘magic tea’ helped” you hum as he nods with relief, he hates seeing you in pain.
“That’s good” he smiles, your hand reaching up to thread your fingers through his unkempt hair, admiring his face, and he goes all bashful under your loving gaze, “I love you” he whispers, leaning down to where your laying pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth.
“I love you too” you smile, your chest blooming with devotion as your thumb grazes against the scar that adorns his cheek, “You’ve got paint on your face” you giggle noticing the smudge of blue that smears across his chin.
He doesn’t say anything, he’s just studying you with his lovesick eyes, so full of such care and adoration that it makes you feel giddy, butterflies flutter around in your belly as you watch his eyes flicker down to your lips.
And before you can reply with some snarky comment he’s peppering kisses all over your face, trailing off to your jaw and then shoulders, and you burst out in a fit of giggles at the sudden ticklish sensation.
“You’re so pretty, so gorgeous— just like a renaissance painting” he chuckles as you let out a groan, pushing at his shoulders as you try and break free of his hold, “M’telling the truth, you’re so lovely” he whispers, lips grazing against your jaw as he nibbles at the sensitive skin.
“Yeah yeah alright, the paint fumes are getting to your head” you chuckle and he rolls his eyes playfully laying his body weight down on you with a huff, and you cave in relishing in his warmth as your fingers tail against the scar that stretches up his spine.
“Such a sap” you sigh, looking over at the painting that he was working on, it’s not finished yet but you already know what it is, it’s you, captured by surprise in a candid Polaroid he’d taken a couple of days ago.
Remus looks up at you through his eyelashes from where his head is laying against your chest, “Do you like it?” He asks watching as you study his unfinished artwork, and he sees the joy that gleams through your eyes.
“Yes, you’ve made me look much more pret—“ he cuts you off as his hand clasps over your mouth.
“I didn’t do anything, that’s all you dove” he whispers removing his hand before pressing a loving kiss and you relish in the warmth of his lips against yours, completely heavenly.
⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆ ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆ ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆ ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆ ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆
☾⋆AN/ hope you enjoyed my lovelies! <3
Burnt toast
{Remus finds you eating a midnight snack}
⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆ ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆ ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆ ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆ ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆
You’ve never laughed so hard in your life, the look on Remus’ face as he watches you use the same knife for the butter and jam for your very much burnt toast, the look he gives you as if you had just committed a crime right in front of him.
“Please tell me you haven’t been doing that the whole time we’ve been together” He deadpans as you laugh so hard tears blur your sight, he shakes his head softly taking the jam jar from your hands and examining the toast crumbs and butter that contaminate the sweet spread.
“You should be locked away for this” It's the seriousness in his voice that makes you laugh harder, you watch through joyful tears as he takes a teaspoon out of the cutlery drawer and starts to pick out the crumbs and butter pieces from the jar.
“You’re being ridiculous Remus,” You say through a fit of giggles watching as he picks the butter up and puts them back in the fridge, “What do you expect me to do?—- use the same knife?” You giggle as he turns back in shock as if you just asked him the most stupidest question ever.
“Yes I do, it’s cross-contamination” He can’t help but chuckle a little when you wipe the tears from your eyes still laughing, “Alright breathe lovely” he chuckles walking over to you.
“What you even doing up this time of night?” He asks looking over at the clock that read five am in bold red writing.
“Was hungry” you say regaining your composture before taking a bite from the toast, Remus’ arms wrap around your body as he stands behind you, and he presses gentle kisses against your shoulder.
“Well hurry up, it’s fucking freezing out here” he whispers resting his head on the juncture of your neck and shoulder, while you continue to eat your toast. He leans closer to you trying to steal your body warmth as the cold tiles of the kitchen sends a shiver up his spine.
“Wanna bite?” You ask, bringing the toast to his lips and he’s quick to move his head.
He looks at the brunt toast in disgust, shaking his head, “No I don’t” he chuckles, “How have you managed to burn it so bad?” he asks, face cringing a little as he watches you take another bite.
“It tastes fine,” you say, and he’s not quite sure if you’re trying to convince him or yourself.
“Yeah, I’ll take your word for that dove” He smiles, his head resting against your shoulder, the ends of his hair tickling your skin as he presses kisses against your jaw and his hands dip underneath your jumper settling against the warmth of your belly.
“Come on let’s go back to bed,” you say as he nods against you, following you back to the bedroom, and he’s quick to search for your warmth again underneath the covers, holding you close to him as you both drift off back to sleep.
⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆ ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆ ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆ ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆ ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆
hi!! could i request touch starved remus lupin? loved your sirius one!!! xx
-Remus Lupin x Reader
{Remus doesn’t want to seem clingy, he just loves your touch}
Thank you! And of course you can lovely, Enjoy! 💕💕
⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆ ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆ ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆ ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆ ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆
Remus chews on the inside of his cheek as you tidy up the kitchen, you’ve been busy all day whether it’s work, studying or chores there was always something that had your attention, anything but him.
It’s ridiculous he thinks, you’re both adults with adult problems and yet here he is sulking because he feels pushed to the side. He blames it partly on the long week he’s had, nothing seemed to be going right and all he wants is to be wrapped up in your warm love and to forget about everything.
However he doesn’t want to come across as clingy, he cringes as the thought crosses his mind, because what if you get sick of it? Sick of him? It’s a thought that festers from some deep-rooted insecurity and he tries his best to talk himself out of thinking that way, but that’s easier said than done especially when those thoughts are at the forefront of his mind.
You smile over at him, the sweetest smile he’s ever seen and there’s an odd sense of guilt that builds up in his chest. He feels awful for moping about all day and he knows he hasn’t been the best of company.
He smiles back at you, although it’s strained it’s still a smile. “Sorry Remmy” you sigh, walking into the living room. He’s sitting on your couch, a throw blanket draped over his knees as he fiddles with the fabric. “But, I’m all done now” You look over at him, your smile dropping as he lets out a shaky sigh, he looks almost frozen as if he wants something but he’s holding back.
Your hand rests against his arm, and he feels the warmth of your palm seeping through his jumper. “Hey, did something happen at work?” You ask, your hand soothing his upper arm, and he thinks he might just start crying because you’re still so caring despite his sour mood.
“No dove, work was fine” he sighs glancing over at you, “I just missed you is all” Your heart clenches in your chest as he whispers the words, his tone so quiet that you almost miss it.
“But I’m right here,” you tell him, slightly confused about where this was coming from.
Then it hits you all at once, as you notice how tears collect in his eyes. You pull him towards you, his arms wrap around you immediately and his hands settle against your back, “It’s been a really long week” he mumbles against your shoulder, breathing you in. You turn your head to press a kiss on his cheek.
Remus pulls back slightly, still close enough that he can feel your body heat radiating against him and he rests his forehead against yours, the ends of his hair tickling your skin, “I’m yours for the entire weekend. No work, no studying, just me and you” you tell him, watching as he smiles widely, bumping his nose against yours.
Your hands cup either side of his face and he sighs softly at the warmth of your palms against his skin. He melts at the way your thumb grazes against the small scar just under his eye, he closes them as he leans into your touch.
“Sounds like a great plan lovely,” he says, his hands resting against your hips as he tugs you closer to him.
His lips press against yours as he gives you little pecks that turn into a slow and gentle kiss, “I love you” you mumble against him, the words have him smiling like a fool and he doesn’t miss the way you let out a breathy giggle.
“Say it again?” He asks dropping a kiss to your jaw.
“I love you Remus” you smile, and he reckons you might just give him heart failure as you play with his hair. He goes completely giddy with love and he can’t quite believe that it’s him you’re talking to.
“I love you too,” he says in between kisses as he litters your face with them, the feeling has you reeling with joy and you both are overtaken with laughter, a sound that has both of your hearts full of sickly love.
⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆ ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆ ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆ ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆ ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆
-Remus Lupin x reader
{A lazy Sunday morning is rudely disturbed by James and Sirius, much to Remus’ dismay}
Short and sweet! Hope you enjoy as always lovelies!💕
!18! {Its a little suggestive}
⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆ ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆ ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆ ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆ ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆
Remus loves mornings with you, how your gentle fingers run up and down the expanse of his back, he sighs against your collarbones as your fingers graze against his scars that are littered over his skin, you enjoy the roughnesses of them.
You spent the night over at his apartment, enjoying the silence since both James and Sirius were gone.
He nuzzles his nose against your neck as he presses kisses along your shoulders, “Mm, you’re so cuddly in the mornings” you giggle, running a hand through his pillow-tussled hair.
You can feel him smile into your skin as he throws a leg over your own, “You’re so warm” he says, voice still a little raspy from sleep. His hand slips underneath the oversized shirt you’re wearing, and you hum softly at the feeling. He props himself on his elbow, gazing down at you with soft eyes, “And so very pretty dove” he smiles, dropping a kiss to your shoulder, then another to the corner of your mouth.
The butterflies in your stomach are all too prominent at his loving words, and goosebumps prick at your skin as his hand traverses up your body. He notices, of course, he does he always notices the way your body reacts to him.
That’s why he decides to push his luck, leaving a hot trail of kisses along your neck, his soft lips lingering at the sensitive parts of your skin making you sigh with pleasure and it only fuels him to go further.
“I love you” he whispers, lips grazing against your jaw as he moves to lay in between your legs. He continues to pepper kisses along your skin as your fingers thread through his hair, and he smirks when your hips writhe under his own.
You gasp when he grinds down against you mimicking your own actions, “I love yo-” and before you could even get the four words out there’s a loud knock at his door. Remus lets his head drop against your shoulder as he groans.
“Come on Moony! You promised us breakfast” Sirius yells from the other side of the door, followed by James saying something about how he was ‘starving’
Remus lifts his head from your shoulder, “Talk me out of murder” he says, dropping a kiss to your shoulder as you try to stifle a laugh behind your hand.
“We couldn’t do this” you smile, tucking his hair behind his ear before leaning to press a kiss to the corner of his mouth and he hums in agreement. And despite the relentless knocking at his bedroom door he still kisses you, thumb resting against your chin as his tongue pushes against yours.
He pulls back, his forehead against yours and for a moment the sound of the knocking is drowned, it doesn’t last long enough though as both James and Sirius start hammering at the door with their fists.
You giggle as he stands up from the bed, the door swings open, “Oh come on! You’re not even dressed!?” James complains throwing his hands up in the air.
“Yeah put a shirt on you flirt” Sirius smirks, his head popping out from behind the door as he sends you a small wave greeting you a good morning, you wave back to him with a laugh.
Remus threads a hand through his hair, “Give me twenty and we’ll be ready” he huffs, watching as the pair nod their heads, and just like that the door closes again and he climbs back into bed with you.
He notices the confusion that paints your face as nuzzles back down into your arms, “Just five more minutes dove” he smiles and you don’t fight him on it as your arms wrap around his shoulders, because how could you deny that?
⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆ ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆ ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆ ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆ ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆