WIP. (remus Lupin X Reader)

𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕥𝕖 𝕔𝕙𝕣𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕞𝕒𝕤 // 𝕕𝕚𝕝𝕗!𝕔𝕖𝕠!𝕕𝕞 𝕩 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣

𝕤𝕦𝕞𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕪 → 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕓𝕠𝕤𝕤 𝕚𝕟𝕧𝕚𝕥𝕖𝕤 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕟𝕕 𝕔𝕙𝕣𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕞𝕒𝕤 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕙𝕚𝕞 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕤𝕠𝕟

𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕥 → 𝕔𝕙𝕣𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕞𝕒𝕤 𝕗𝕝𝕦𝕗𝕗,, 𝕔𝕖𝕠!𝕕𝕚𝕝𝕗!𝕕𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕠,, 𝕓𝕦𝕓𝕓𝕪,, 𝕚𝕞𝕡𝕝𝕚𝕖𝕕 𝕒𝕞𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣,, 𝕤𝕠𝕗𝕥 𝕤𝕞𝕦𝕥,, 𝕤𝕡𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕜,, 𝕤𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕣𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘,, 𝕓𝕣𝕖𝕖𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕜,, 𝕤𝕦𝕓𝕤𝕡𝕒𝕔𝕖,, 𝕕𝕒𝕕𝕕𝕪 𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕜,, 𝕟𝕒𝕟𝕟𝕪!𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣,, 𝕚𝕞𝕡𝕝𝕚𝕖𝕕 𝕒𝕘𝕖 𝕘𝕒𝕡,, 𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕕𝕒 𝕤𝕦𝕘𝕒𝕣 𝕕𝕒𝕕𝕕𝕪!𝕕𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕠 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪,, 𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕦𝕝𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟,, 𝕔𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕞𝕡𝕚𝕖

𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕤 → 𝟝.𝟙𝕜

𝕒/𝕟 → 𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕪 𝕝𝕒𝕥𝕖 𝕔𝕙𝕣𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕞𝕒𝕤 𝕞𝕪 𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕝𝕤 :)

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Yellow | Draco Malfoy

Hey lovelies, here’s another Draco. I don’t know why but right now he’s all I have the motivation to write for. I hope you don’t mind! 

Description: Y/n and Draco falling in love with the color yellow and each other

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Hufflepuff!Reader

Warnings: It’s a little angsty, a little smutty, very fluffy, and way too long

Word count: 6k

Tags: FLUFF, angst at times, the ending hints at smut

Tag list: @fashionably-crying​ , @draconisxcaput​

Yes, I’m using this gif again, sue me

Yellow. Sunshine, flowers, freshly pressed gold. Everything that’s eternally happy and pure and good. 

Yellow. Sickness, potions gone bad, poison. Bile when there’s nothing left to throw up. 

Yellow. Kissing, and fighting, and doing. The color of life itself.

The color of the pumpkins growing in Professor Sprout’s greenhouse and of her nails as she writes notes on information long ingrained in her memory.

“Can anyone tell me the name for what is in front of you all right now?” Professor Sprout’s jolly voice rings through the greenhouse and you can’t help but smile as you raise your hand.

Sprout nods at you, a smile on her face too, knowing quite well that you’ll tell her what she wanted to hear and more.

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Summertime and Sundresses

Summary: it’s the dead of summer in New York City, so you’re wearing a sundress. This causes Peter to lose his mind.

Warnings: explicit smut, unprotected sex, afab reader, dom/sub elements, choking, slight voyeurism, Peter being a horny mess. I’ve never written smut before so uh yeah.

@agnesamarantheastwood @decadentpaperduck @phoebe-danvers @vigilvntes if I forgot anyone I am so sorry

“Babe, come on! We’re going to be late!”

You had to laugh. A few months ago, getting Peter to come to the farmers market with you was like pulling teeth. Now it was his favorite part of his and your Saturday plans.

Saturdays were devoted to the two of you. No work, no Spider-manning (as you liked to say). Just you and Peter. Sometimes you spent the day running errands, sometimes you spent it lazing around the apartment you shared. What you did never mattered, what mattered was that you got to spend time with the most amazing man you knew.

Even if he was being impatient.

It was the dead of summer in New York City. Which mean that by one in the afternoon, it was going to be hotter than Satan’s ass crack. The two of you had several errands to run

You noticed the sundress out of the corner of your eye. You had brought it on a whim, after seeing it in one of those ’25 viral pieces of clothing you have to buy!’ articles on the internet. You knew deep down that those brands had paid the website to be on the list, but damn if that dress didn’t look cute. It was white and had your favorite flowers splashed throughout the dress, with tortoise buttons from top to bottom.

You slipped it on and headed into the living room, ready to start your day with Peter.

“Babe come on, if we don’t leave now, the empanada stand is going to run-“ Peter stopped when you entered the living room.

“-out.”

Holy shit.

He’d never seen you in a sundress. He didn’t know how that was possible, after dating for you several years. But fuck if it wasn’t the hottest sights he had ever seen.

If you asked Peter what his favorite part of your body was, he would say all of it, which isn’t a lie. But there were some parts he liked a little more than others. And right now, all those parts were on display. Your shoulders were bare and so was your back, other than those two thin straps that kept your dress up. Those two straps deserved a medal considering your tits looked like they were dying to get out of the dress. The dress came to the middle of your thighs and of course to look down at your thighs, he also had to notice your hips and fuck.

He slowly stood up from the couch, using his long fingers to adjust his pants to help better cover up his growing erection. He felt like a teenager again, crossing his legs and arms to conceal the physical indicator that he was horny for you.

On any other day, Peter had no issue picking you up and having his way with you.

But he also knew how unhappy you would be later if y’all put off buying a new showerhead again. You two also needed to buy groceries because this was the fifth week you and him had ‘decided’ you would stop eating out so much.

Errands first. Then fuck insanely hot girlfriend. That’s what being a responsible adult was, right?

“You okay Tiger?” Your sweet voice broke him out of his thoughts.

“Oh yeah, yeah,” if he repeated it enough, maybe he could convince you and himself, “Uh….I’ll be right back. Gotta go check something in the bathroom.”

“Weren’t you just saying that we need to leave?” You asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Yeah but that was before nature called!” Peter all but ran to the bathroom, hoping the cold water he was about to splash on his face would calm down the tent in his shorts.

Be a responsible adult first, he kept reminding himself. That way he could fuck you for as long as he wanted, without having to go do errands. Just be a responsible adult.

Being a responsible adult sucked. In fact, Peter didn’t even feel like an adult, despite all the errands you and him were doing. He felt more like a teenager, with how everything you did was turning him on.

Every time you turned your bare back to him, it made him imagine your back on the bed or against a wall while he fucked you. Every time you titled your head to look at something, it exposed your neck that was currently unmarked which Peter thought was a real shame, as he could easily fix that. Not to mention how every time you kneeled down to look at the flowers, your dress rose up a bit, which was causing him to think about how badly he wanted to bury his head in between your legs and-

“Peter!” Peter looked up to see you standing there, holding two different bouquets.

“Which one do you think May will like better?” You asked. You brought flowers with you when you first met May and it was now a tradition you insisted on whenever the two of you had dinner at her place. Peter was incredibly thankful that this dinner wasn’t happening until tomorrow night.

“S-She’s…. go-going to love whichever one we bring babe,” He stuttered through. He really felt like a teenager again and not an almost thirty-year old.

You lowered the bouquets, raising an eyebrow, “Are you okay? Is the heat getting to you? You’re sweaty.”

“Y-Yeah, I’m great! Just need…need to go to the bathroom.” Maybe if he splashed his face with water, he could focus. Or maybe the smell from the portables would do it.

“Again? Also the bathrooms are rancid, are you sure you want to go in there?” You asked as you put a bouquet back.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah! I’ll be right back y/n.” Normally he’d kiss you on the cheek or forehead but not this time. He was too busy running his shaking fingers through his hair and biting his lip, almost like he was-

Oh.

You had heard the joke. That sundresses to men were what rolled up sleeves were to women. Well, Peter just proved that it wasn’t a joke, it was an actual thing, a thing he was experiencing right now. Your boyfriend was turned on by just what you were wearing. You had done nothing intentional to turn him on.

At least, not yet.

You still had several errands that needed to be done before the two of you could go home. And you were determined to have some fun with this.

Turning Peter on was incredibly easy. Mostly because it was things that shouldn’t turn him on. Running your hand through your hair, stretching your arms, which caused you to stick out your chest. Even just reaching up to hold onto the railing while on the subway got him flustered.

Of course, that didn’t stop you from doing more intentional acts. You may or may not have stuck your ass out more than needed when you had to kneel to check the price of something. You may or may not have also tied your hair back so that your neck and collarbones were always on display. After years of dating, you knew Peter had a thing for marking you.

You couldn’t lie, Peter was simultaneously adorable and hot right now. His stuttering, running his hand through his hair, and hardly being able to make eye contact brought back so many memories of when you first met him. At that time, you were stunned someone so attractive was so nervous talking to you. Even to this day, sometimes you still had a hard time believing it. Believing that someone so amazing, so handsome, so incredible was attracted to you.

But it was times like these where you weren’t just aware of that fact, you were relishing in it.

Which is what gave you the confidence to slip off one of your undergarments while you were in the bathroom. You had suggested that the two of you stop by to grab some coffee and sit down to rest for a bit. You were almost done with your errands, you just had to a few things from your favorite deli.

You may or may not have suggested this specific place because they have long tablecloths that reached the floor.

“You good, bunny?” You couldn’t stop the grin on your face once you heard his nickname for you. Apparently, it had to do with the fact that one of the first things he noticed about you was how your nose would scrunch up when you laughed, like ‘a cute little bunny’.

“Yeah, I’m good,” You said as you sat down, gripping the sides of your dress so your surprise wouldn’t be ruined.

“So…. after this, we just have one more errand to do, right?” He asked before taking a sip of his tea. His hands had stopped shaking but making eye contact with you was still difficult-which alerted you that yes, he was still turned on. You toyed with the table cloth, pulling it so that your lap and legs were covered by it.

“We do! After that we can go home and do….whatever,” or whoever.

You reached your purse and started to fish out your chapstick. You found it-finally-only for the tube to slip out of your fingers and roll under the table.

A total accident.

“Babe,” you looked up through your eyelashes, “Can you get that please? I don’t want to flash the whole place.”

It wasn’t a lie. He just didn’t know yet how much you would have shown the café.

His brown eyes widen before he could mumble a mix of ‘yeahs’ and ‘sures’. He bent down to put his head under the tablecloth. As he did so, you couldn’t help but grin as you spread your legs.

Peter Parker knew he was not subtle when it came to how much he liked you. He nearly ran into a wall when he first met you because he could not stop staring.

You, on the other hand, had gotten much bolder when it came to making it known that you wanted Peter.

As soon as he ducked under the table, the scent hit him. He’d recognized it anywhere, as it was his favorite scent. It was your arousal, but why could he smell it here-

Oh. Fuck.

Well, that would explain it. Your legs were spread wide open and somehow you no longer had on underwear.

Peter had a feeling you knew how much this sundress turned him on. Now he had confirmation that yes, you not only knew but were teasing him about it. His eyes were burning into your exposed core and if you weren’t in a public place, he’d had no issue burying his face in between your thighs.

“You good babe?” You asked innocently from above.

Peter gripped the chapstick, taking one last look before he got out from the table. He placed the chapstick on the table, with a bit more force than usual. There you were, smiling away as if you had no idea what he had just saw when you totally did.

Fuck being a responsible adult, Peter needed to fuck you now.

“Yeah,” He grunted out, “All good. We need to go home. Now.”

You titled your head to the side, feigning confusion, “But we have to-“

“We’re going home now.” His eyes were dark and narrow. It felt like they were burning a hole through you.

“Okay,” You said, smiling before you took another sip of your iced coffee. You considered arguing, prolonging your teasing. But with how he was looking at you, like he wanted to devour you right then and there, made your reconsider.

Peter’s arm never left your waist the whole way home. You could feel his long fingers gripping the hem of your dress, most likely to ensure that you didn’t flash anyone. It also had to do with how horny he was right now.

You walked through the door of the apartment you two shared, slower than usual. You knew it wouldn’t be long before Peter had his way with you, so you were determined to enjoy your teasing while it lasted.

“We should put the produce away first. Do you still have the video about installing the shower head-“

A large hand snuck up from the nape of your neck, grabbing a fistful of hair and pulling it, forcing your head to tilt back. You looked up to see Peter there, pupils blown and a hungry look on his face.

“Bedroom. Now.” He grunted. You nodded your head as he walked you to the bedroom, keeping a tight grip on your hair.

“Get on the bed,” he ordered as soon as the door opened. You nodded and began to grab the hem of your dress to begin taking it off.

“Keep it on.” Oh. Okay then.

You walked over to bed you shared with him, sitting down. The look on his face was nothing but devious and you’d be lying if you said it wasn’t turning you on.

You loved how sweet and gentle Peter was with you. But you also loved when he was desperate and rough.

He leaned over and in that moment, you felt so small. He gripped your shoulders, pushing you back so you were lying down. You then felt his hands move from your shoulders down to the hem of your dress.

You hissed at the feeling of the cold air hitting your core when he hiked your dress up to your waist, exposing how soaked you were.

“Someone’s been a fucking tease,” he whispered as he traced his fingers along your thighs. He leaned over, his face inches away from yours. You didn’t dare move, not unless he told you to.

“See, my original plan was to just fuck you,” you felt his fingers get closer and closer to your soaked cunt, “But after that little stunt you just pulled?”

He leaned in, his breath hot on your ear, “I’m going to wreck you.”

Without warning, his fingers were filling up your cunt, curling just so to hit that sweet spot. You were already an incoherent, rambling mess which should have had you worried considering Peter had just started.

“You like being a fucking tease?” You felt his other hand tighten around your throat. You did your best to nod, which was hard with how relentless his fingers were on your cunt right now.

“C’mom bunny, use your words,” his fingers stilled inside of you, keeping you filled but not giving you what you needed. His grip on your throat loosen, enough to make it easier to talk.

“I-I like being your tease, Peter,” you got out, praying it was what he wanted to hear.

He smirked, “that’s right, you are mine bunny.” God, you hated that nickname when he first started calling you that, and now it was getting you even more wet.

Peter’s hand left your throat and trailed down to meet his other hand. His fingers began moving once again, in and out of you. You then felt another finger drawing circles on your clit.

Your back arched as you moaned obscenities, which was probably going to get you another complaint from the neighbors but at this moment you didn’t care. You were too focused on the knot in your stomach that was building and building

“Peter.”

“Hmmm?” He looked up at you, his hands still working on your pussy. Fuck, why was he so hot?

“I-I’m c-close,” you buried your head into the pillow, bracing yourself for what would happen next. It wasn’t your first time getting punished for teasing Peter.

“Good girl.”

Suddenly, you were empty, his fingers gone. You bit your lip, knowing better than to whine at the loss of contact. Even though your eyes were closed, the sound of the bottle of lube opening told you everything you needed to know.

“Look at me,” you opened your eyes to find Peter hovering over you. He had one hand on his leaking cock, which was lined up at your entrance.

“Tell me what you want,” He whispered as he pushed a strand of your hair out of your face.

“You Peter, I want you.”

He chuckled, “I’m right here. You gotta be more specific bunny.”

Your whole body felt like it was going into heat. Your mind was racing through a million different thoughts, though they all had to do with just how badly you wanted Peter to fuck you.

“I want….I want your cock inside of me. Please, please, fuck me, please.”

Peter chuckled, “you’re so cute when you beg.”

Before you could say anything, he began pushing inside of you, slowly, allowing you to adjust to his size.

Your back arched as he fully buried his cock inside of you. Your hands reached from him, grabbing onto whatever part of his body you could get. Peter rested his forehead on yours, wanting to be as close as possible.

“This okay baby?” He whispered, dropping the facade for a moment. No matter how heated things got, the last thing Peter wanted to do was hurt you.

You nodded your head, “please…please move.”

“If you insist,” he began to pull out, almost all the way before he slammed his hips into yours.

“Fuck! Peter!” He felt amazing, you never wanted it to end.

“Fuck bunny, always so tight for me,” he buried his head into the crook of your neck.

His pace was relentless and you loved that all you could do was just lie there and take it.

Peter gripped your thighs as he leaned back, adjusting so he was now on his knees. The change in position allowed him to spread your legs apart even more. Fuck, it felt like he was splitting you open on his cock. You were going to feel this for the next few days but you didn’t care.

You opened your mouth to speak, but he shoved two fingers in before you could get a word out. You moaned around his digits, sucking on them as best you could.

Peter knew he wasn’t going to last long, he had been horny all day. Which was why he was done with teasing you and now focused on getting you to finish. He was generous like that.

Totally didn’t have anything to do with how your cunt got even tighter whenever you came.

The fingers left your mouth. You then felt them rubbing your clit, eliciting even more obscenities from your mouth.

“You gonna tighten up for me?” You nodded your head. Between the pressure he was placing on your clit and him rutting into you hard, you knew you weren’t going to last much longer.

That knot building in your stomach finally unraveled, hitting you all at once. Your walls contracted around his cock, as if your pussy was desperately trying to keep it from leaving you. He never stopped his movements, which prolonged your orgasm.

“Peter, please, come inside of me,” you whimpered. All you could focus on was how good it was going to feel when he filled you up.

It didn’t take long. You already felt amazing, but when you came around Peter’s cock, you felt incredible.

Within a few more thrusts, you heard him groan, which was a sign. You moaned at the sensation of him filling you up with his seed. You grasped his shoulders and pulled him closer to you.

The two of you laid there, trying to catch your breath. You snuck a hand into his hair, massaging his scalp as he placed gentle kisses along your now very marked neck.

“You should wear sundresses more often,” Peter said, breaking the silence.

“Noted,” you laughed, “I’ll order some more.”

“Can…can I help you pick them out?” He asked shyly. It was hard to believe that the guy who just fucked you senselessly was now nervous to ask if he could pick out clothing for you. But that was one of the many things you loved about Peter.

“Of course you can,” you pressed a kiss to his forehead.

“Cool,” he paused, “I was looking some up while you were in the bathroom at the cafe.”

You let out a laugh, “if you’re going to fuck me like that, I’ll wear them for the rest of summer.”

“Don’t threaten me with a good time y/n.”

Harry Potter Universe Recommendation List

Last Updated: 12/21/2020

Marauders Era

James Potter

One Shots:

The best prankster by @deathlyhogwarts Summary: When a lowkey Gryffindor who values her education is disrupted during class by a roudy group of boys she decides to retilate, and she is determined to win.

Falling For You by @theweasleysredhair Summary: Soulmate AU. After suffering thorugh the pain of your soulmate, whom was not particulary careful about injuries, their identity is revealed during a Quidditch game.

What’s Happening To Me by @harrytpotter Summary: James Potter was starting to feel more and more overprotective towards his friend Y/N and considerably annoyed at the blatant flirting she and one of his best friends were displaying publicly and at the thought she might be falling for Sirius. What was happening to him?

Sirius Black

One Shots:

Drooling like a dog by @deathlyhogwarts Summary: Dogs are great pets, and it´s annoying how all kind of pets are allowed at school but dogs. So when you realize a group of friends frequents one you can´t help but shower it with affection. 

Cardigan by @gcdric Summary: You love everything Sirius’s family hates about him.

Remus Lupin

One Shots:

Scared by @thoseofgreatambition Summary: y/n’s mother has left their family, and because of this the reader is quite scared to form romantic relationships. Remus does his best to build her strength and trust up. in doing so they fall in love.

Peter Pettigrew

Lily Evans

Regulous Black

One Shots:

Mon Soleil by @poppin-potter Summary: Lupin!reader; no-Voldemort AU. Regulus Black helps you with your lycanthropy symptoms

Narcissa Black

Golden Trio Era

Harry Potter

One Shots: 

One step from happiness by @weasleydream Summary: After the war is over, there is one person he needs to see, a muggle that made Privet Drive seem less gloomy.

Dumbledore’s army by @poppin-potter Summary: Lupin!reader. When you help your boyfriend, Harry Potter, you start to notice a few things in his teaching style.

The Girl I Once Knew by @lunalovegxxd Summary: Malfoy!reader. When you receive the Dark Mark the best you can do to keep those you love safe is to play perfect pureblood daughter, sadly, that includes making Harry hate you so he’ll stay away.

Hermione Granger

Ron Weasley

One Shots:

Coffee Shop by @lunalovegxxd Summary: Coffee shop AU; Soulmates AU. In which you meet your soulmate in a coffee shop.

Only For You by @iliveiloveiwrite Summary: Ron Weasley is a family guy and a sap.

Draco Malfoy

One Shots:

Sneaking out and Shooting Stars by @stupxfy Summary: Draco wakes you up in the middle of the night to go watch the meteor shower

two sworn enemies Part 2 by @wondernimbus Summary: there is only one thing worse than being hated by draco malfoy; it’s being fancied by him.

A Beautiful Dream by @angelinathebook Summary: You meet up with Draco during the night and discover the boy buried underneath the pain.

Play Dumb by @willowbleedsonpaper Summary: Ravenclaw!reader. One day visiting your friend Myrtle, you found that she already had company. Learning some things you shouldn’t about Draco Malfoy you become really nervous around him and see yourself in the need to face him.

Carrot Cake by @willowbleedsonpaper Summary: Soulmate AU. You decide to put your own café after the war and you find yourself with some unexpected clients.

Seamus Finnigan

Dean Thomas

Fred Weasley

One Shots:

The Smell Of Love by @leahstypewriter Summary: You remain unranked by the Weasley twins catching one of the readhead’s attention.

Act Like a Gryffindor by @hp-imagines-07 Summary: Gryffindor!reader. The 4 times that Fred Weasley made you blush and the one time that it was the other way around…

Nervous by @hufflepuffgirly Summary: Fred’s nervous about meeting your family, but he really has nothing to worry about.

Blue by @hufflepuffgirly Prompts: “You’re so agitated, what’s wrong?” “You know exactly what’s wrong.”; “Come here.”; “Your hair smells nice.”

Surprises by @acciotwinz Summary: All the times Fred never manages to catch Y/N off guard and the one time he does.

George Weasley

One Shots:

Lifelines by @diary-of-an-onliner Summary: Gryffindor!reader. Your happy line responds to George as you flirt incessantly.

Gryffindor bravery by @heloisedaphnebrightmore Summary: Your shy and quite personality never matched the infamous bravery of Gryffindor. However the little bet George initiates might just help you find your inner Gryffindor, the bravery you have been looking for.

5th December by @george-fabian-weasley Summary: You read him a poem as he laid on your chest, loving the sound of your voice.

Ginny Weasley

Neville Longbottom

One Shots:

Childhood crush by @angelinathebook Summary: professor!Neville x professor!reader. You lost contact with your best friend after the war but neither is planning on passing up your chance when you find yourselves back in the castle you grew up in.

Oliver Wood

One Shots: 

Little brother by @poppin-potter Summary: Hufflepuff!reader. Your boyfriend comes to meet your family and everything seems to be going swell, except for the fact that your little brother doesn’t seems to like him much.

Charlie Weasley

Bill Weasley

Theodore Nott

One Shots: 

Terrible Tuesdays by @gcdric Summary: You get paired up with Theo in potions who defies all your preconceived notions on what a Slytherin is. Needless to say, Theodore Nott was not at all what you were expecting.

Lonely Heart by @willowbleedsonpaper Summary: After years of frienship you realize that although you might not be alone you’re lonely. You’re not part of the Golden Trio and they don’t seem to care when you drift away from them. You learn to be by yourself when certain Slytherin enters your life and change it for the better.

They don’t know about us by @willowbleedsonpaper Summary: Hufflepuff!reader. You are open and unapologetic about your relationship, even with its particular critics.

Blaise Zabini

One Shots:

Chess is for chumps by @peeves-a-legend Summary: Chess is all about sophistication and strategy; everything that Blaise prides himself on. Monopoly is about frugality and… also strategy?

Cedric Diggory

One Shots:

Ceasseless Interruptions by @imaginexmeintheuniverse Summary: Five times you almost kissed + when you finally did

4 AM by @random-imagines-blog Summary: You’re a transfer student at Hogwarts, and all of these changes are feeling restless. You develop a late-night hobby, but a handsome Hufflepuff catches on.

Yule Ball from the Sidelines by @imaginexmeintheuniverse Summary: In your attempt to avoid the elephant in the room you tell your best friend to go with someone else to the ball, and he does. Don’t worry, he has saved a dance just for you.

Fantastic Beasts and Where To Find Them

Newt Scamander

One Shots: 

The Dress by @poppin-potter Summary: platonic!reader. You and your best friend, Newt Scamander, try to find the perfect dress for your wedding.

Theseus Scamander

One Shots:

Care For a Treat? by @poppin-potter Summary: Theseus never cared for sweets until his little brother’s best friend walked into his life.

Tina Goldenstein

Jacob Kowalski

Queenie Goldenstein

she knows what nancy listens to.

Will: um I've noticed you've been avoiding me recently-

Mike:

this is the best representation of internalised homophobia we ever got in media you can't change my mind

Hi- may I ask for a Loki x reader, for their anniversary as a couple, reader decides to get a tattoo in his honor. A permanent mark in a private place, to ensure how strong their love is enough to put a dedicated brand on her very skin... In the evening of their celebration day, she reveals her "gift" for him... How would Loki respond to such declaration of love? You may choose how fluffy/smutty the story will be, or perhaps you just can make it "smuffy" !

A/N: I think 'smuffy' is my new farvourite word! Hope you like it.

Tattoo You and Loki were sharing a chocolate lava cake. He had picked out a fancy restaurant for your 1-year-anniversary. Both of you had dressed up for the occasion. You were wearing a green dress with long sleeves and a low V-neck. He was wearing an all-black suit. He looked so hot it should be against the law for him to wear it. The whole evening the two of you spend talking and reminiscing about your relationship.

The dessert was finished – Loki had eaten most of it – but you were so full you didn’t mind. You saw that familiar twinkle in his eyes, the one that always shone whenever he had something planned for you. It was your most favourite facial expression of him. You cocked your eyebrow, silently asking the question what he was up to. When you heard the familiar Norse song starting to play, Loki got up and extended his hand.

‘Will you do me the honour of a dance?’ he asked.

You rolled your eyes at his puppy-eyes, but took his hand. He let the two of you away from your table towards the band. He had learned you this dance when you were together for about half a year. Even though you had practiced a lot, you were still thankful that Loki was good at leading. He spun the two of you gracefully around. Other couples that were dancing made a bit more room for the two of you. You had the feeling that multiple people were watching you, but you didn’t care. Right now, all you saw were Loki’s emerald eyes, looking at you with love.

‘How did you even get them to play this song?’ you asked him.

‘I have my ways’ he smiled.

When the song ended he led you back to the table, on it were two glasses of champagne. He winked at you and pulled out your chair.

‘I was going to wait until we got home to give you your gift, but I can’t wait anymore he said.

He conjured up a small rectangle box, beautifully wrapped. He slid over the box to you.

‘Happy anniversary, love’ he said.

You untied the bow and unwrapped the gift. Inside the box was a beautiful golden necklace. At the end hung a green stone. For a moment you didn’t know what to say. You looked at Loki, who didn’t show the amount of certainty on his face as he did a moment ago.

‘You don’t like it?’ he asked a bit hesitant.

‘I love it!’ you quickly answered before he could conclude the wrong thing.

He looked relieved when you answered him. You took the necklace out of the box and unclipped the claps. ‘Can you?’ you asked while holding up the necklace to Loki.

Loki got up from his chair and walked behind you. You moved your hair out of the way, so he could put the necklace around your neck. His fingers softly touched your skin and suddenly your whole body felt like it was on fire. When the necklace was on he gave you a kiss on your cheek and sat back down across from you.

‘I’m glad you like it’ he smiled.

‘It is beautiful! Where did you get it?’ you asked him. Loki always went to the same jewellery story and this necklace didn’t look like something they would have in their collection.

‘It was actually my mother’s’ he said softly.

You put your hand on his and gave it a light squeeze. Loki didn’t like being vulnerable, so you didn’t push it any further. You knew how much this meant to Loki and he knew that you knew. ‘She had great taste’ you smiled.

‘That she had’ Loki chuckled.

‘But on to more pressing matters. You have forgotten to get me a gift’ he smirked.

‘I haven’t forgotten it’ you answered.

‘You have. I looked everywhere in the house and couldn’t find one’ he said.

‘It was in the house, currently it isn’t’ you smirked.

‘If it were, I would have found it. I have found every gift you ever given me’ he said sceptically.

‘Maybe you are losing you touch, trickster’ you smirked.

‘Hmm, no that isn’t it’ he said. You could tell from his face that he was intrigued. ‘So, what have you gotten me?’

‘You’ll see it at home’ you said. While casually sipping your champagne. Loki gave you a fake pout and started to ask for clues. You didn’t give him any, he just had to be patient. When you walked through the door of your shared home Loki immediately pushed you against to wall for a kiss. He lifted you up so you could put your legs around his waist. He walked the two of you to the bedroom and laid you down on your back.

‘You’re sure you haven’t forgotten a gift?’ he asked between kisses.

‘Very sure, you will see soon enough’ you answered.

Loki trailed his kisses down to your neck and your chest, as far as the V-neck would let him. ‘Not that I’m complaining, but we agreed that sex didn’t count’ he smirked. He put his hands around your back and undid the zipper. You were making quick work of his jacket and blouse. When he had slipped your dress of you unbuckled his belt and pulled his pants down.

Loki was surprised to see you didn’t wear any underwear. ‘If I knew this, I would have fucked you in the bathroom there’ he growled in your ear. Instead of a response you moaned when you felt his hands on your breasts and his teeth in your neck. He was still wearing underwear and you started to grow frustrated when you felt the fabric against your clit. He deliberately took it slow, knowing it would drive you crazy. When you tried to pull down his underwear he grabbed your wrists with one hand and put them above your head.

‘Loki, please’ you begged.

‘Have patience, love’ he whispered. His tongue was licking every inch of your breasts and your nipples hardened. After a long time, he had you moaning and arching into his touch. He grabbed your knees and put your feet flat on the bed, leaving you completely exposed to him. He magicked his underwear away and started to tease your clit with the tip of his erect cock. You were getting closer to your orgasm when Loki pushed two of his fingers inside of you, slowly massaging your g-spot. Right before you came he retracted his fingers, making you whine.

He smirked ‘You still don’t want to give me my gift?’ he asked, thinking you would scramble out of bed to get it.

‘You’ll see’ you smirked back.

‘That’s it, on all fours. I think it’s time to teach you a lesson about gift giving’ he growled. He quickly flipped you around and you got on your hands and knees. Loki didn’t waist time and entered you in one smooth motion. He was buried bulls deep inside of you. Before he could start to thrust you flipped your hair to the right side of your face, leaving your left shoulder exposed. You felt Loki tense and he halted all his movements.

‘What’s that?’ he asked.

‘A tattoo’ you replied.

‘You painted my symbol on your shoulder?’ his voice was getting lower and you felt his cock twitch inside of you.

‘I did, I wanted to keep a piece of you with me wherever I went’ you replied. You wiggled your ass against him, it was getting harder to concentrate and you really needed Loki to start moving.

‘How- for how long will you wear it?’ he asked.

‘It’s permanent, I can’t remove it’ you answered.

For a moment Loki didn’t respond, you looked back and saw tears starting to form in his eyes. ‘I want everyone to know I’m yours’ you added. A switch in Loki flipped. A growl which could only be described as animalistic emitted from him and made your whole body shake. He forcefully grabbed your hips and started to thrust into you. He was groaning hard, his hand snaked around to your clit and he started to alternate his fingers on your clit with his movements. He had you coming in seconds. He didn’t stop until your second orgasm had washed over you. Then he pushed your upper body down on the bed and started to kiss and bite your shoulder. ‘MINE’ he growled in your ear, making you come for a third time.

You didn’t expect this reaction. Loki seemed utterly possessed and you loved every minute of it. He was fucking you senseless, claiming you like he had never done before. After the fourth time you came hard around his cock, your walls kept clenching. You milked his cock for all he got. Loki didn’t pull out of you. He laid down on his side and pulled you against him, cock still buried balls deep inside of you. He was panting and kissing the shoulder with the tattoo on it. Loki finally had caught his breath ‘I can’t believe you love me so much, that you permanently put my symbol on your skin’ he whispered.

‘Guessing from your reaction, you like it?’ you panted.

‘I love it. And I love you more than anything in the world. I can’t believe how lucky I’m to have found you’ he said while kissing your shoulder.

‘And tonight, I will give you a night you will never forget’ he growled while starting to thrust inside of you again.

@delightfulheartdream @the-best-phineas @theaudacitytowrite

in my mind remus have a BIG breeding kink

YES YES YES!!!

remmy would have the biggest fucking breeding kink.

even when you were still in hogwarts, every time you fucked, he’d beg to go bare. you were on birth control, so you were mostly safe, but that lingering 2% that it’d fail always got to him.

he’d always be muttering stuff in your ear while he fucked you.

“want me to fuck my pups into you?”

“gonna look so pretty with your belly all swollen with my babies.”

and don’t even get me started when you’re out of hogwarts and discus children, that man would lock you away in his bedroom for days just to fuck you, coming inside of you over and over and over again until the test shows up positive.

disobedience | remus lupin x reader

word count: 1.4k+

summary: remus tries to train his puppy in the art of patience, however, you are anything but; something remus is willing to remedy after your little bout of disobedience.

warnings: fem!reader (18+), teacher/student relationship, d/s dynamics, hard!dom!prof!remus, puppy reader, pet play, puppy training, collar and leash, some dumbification, shoe play (idk if that’s a thing ??), orgasm denial, punishment, degradation/a bit of objectification/degrading names, fear kink for a sec, gagging, penetrative sex, allusions to pup headspace, implied breeding kink

before you read: (one) reader isn't a hybrid, she's a human and (two) she's fully nude in case you don't catch that. enjoy!

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You realize now that it was ineffectual when you craned your neck forward in the hopes that this time you'd find some relief from your uncomfortable position on the floor–some solace in the man that sat before you, head bowed and back hunched over his papers–because you were immediately pulled back by the restraint around your neck. The familiar tsk from his lips had your bottom lip protruding.

"If you can't sit still," he said, "you mustn't be here." His eyes never left his work, and his words were accompanied by the harsh sound of his quill scribbling on the parchment before him. "You know better. Don't make me repeat it." His voice was stern, explicative, though not unkind; Remus was not a mean man. And you did know better, but you couldn't very well tell him that.

You were close enough to reach him if you outstretched an arm–close enough to smell him–but not close enough to lay your head on his knee or have his hand on your head and pet your hair as he usually did.

You ground down on your heel, desperate for friction because maybe Remus won't notice if you did it for just a second–your want had been bubbling beneath the surface ever since he clipped your leash to his desk. But Remus didn't miss the movement from the corner of his eye.

He was no longer hunching over the coffee table; his arm outstretched, and he was gripping you by your collar before you could blink. "What did I say 'bout sitting still, puppy, hm? You too dumb to understand, or r'you too much of a needy pup that y'can't wait for y'owner to do it for you?" His eyes looked from your face to your core before he let out an incredulous scoff. "Y'dripping like a whore." He let go of your collar and sat back on the sofa. The force he lets go of you makes you lose your balance, and you have to plant a hand on the floor to keep yourself from tipping over. "Next time, wait for me," he said as he picked up his quill. "Now y'have to wait even longer. Be a good girl f'me, won't you?"

A whimper was on the tip of your tongue before Remus shot you a stern look, one that left no room for begging, so you bite your tongue.

So you sat and waited. You watched Remus grade paper after paper, watched the steady waft of steam from his cup of tea slowly come to an end and the way the sun had come to settle just above the horizon.

You were growing restless, the heel of your foot no longer enticed you, and you wanted him. So you reached out and tugged on Remus's pant leg.

"Yes, puppy?"

All you could do was let out a low whine as you continued to pull at his clothes and only hope that it would best convey how needy you were.

"You want me?" Remus asked, though he showed no sign of his usual snarkiness nor interest in the way you were trying to pull him toward you, it was a genuine thought. He sat back on the sofa and eyed you; flushed skin, a wobbling lower lip and a heaving chest.

He gave you a look that said fine before his dress shoe came into view, and he was pushing you away from him. You braced yourself on your elbows when you felt something hard press against your centre.

Remus was lazily dragging the tip of his shoe across your clit as he continued to read the work before him. You couldn't stifle your moans as he pressed his foot harder against you, and you had just barely started grinding your hips in sync with his movements before your thighs began trembling and all sorts of noises started tumbling from your lips as your impending climax approached. But when Remus moved to retract his foot, you inanely gripped onto his ankle to keep him in place, desperate to come after waiting for so long-

"Pup," Remus growled, yanking his foot from your hold, "D'you not understand what it means to be a good girl? Or r'you too fuckin' dumb?" You scrambled onto your knees and shuffled forward, desperate to get his foot back, get anything, so you could cum. "Good puppies take what they get 'n nothing more."

You whined again and grasped onto his shoe, trying to pull it toward you, but Remus jerked his foot away from you once again. You were too desperate to wait any longer, and your thoughts were running rampant in your head, and so the word fell from your lips unbidden.

Before you could clamp your mouth shut, look up at Remus's red face with a pleading look, you had been turned over onto your hands and knees, and Remus's front was pressed to your back.

"What was that, puppy?" Remus's breath caressed the shell of your ear, and though it sent a shiver down your spine, it was nothing familiar to the usual exhilaration you'd feel thrumming through your veins. "Did'ya say 'please'?" You could hear the grin in his voice, though it was not one of happiness but of sinister excitement. "Oh, pup," he cooed, "y'know better than that."

Remus stood, but you kept your head down–afraid to look up–and you braced yourself for your impending punishment. But all you heard was the click of the clasp of your leash. You were no longer bound to the desk.

"Open wide, puppy." Before you could do as Remus said, he roughly gripped your jaw and shoved his tie in your mouth. The unexpected intrusion caused tears to prick your eyes, and Remus gave your cheek a pat. "That's better."

He moved behind you once more, the end of your leash gripped in his right hand, tugging you back ever so slightly with every move he made.

"Now, puppy," you could hear the clink of Remus unbuckling his belt and the zip of undoing his zipper, "because you're such an impatient little brat, you'll get my cock now." One of Remus's rough hands splayed over your ass. "How's that sound, babypup? That's right, good puppies don't speak, do they?"

The tie in your mouth muffled the whine spilling past your lips when you felt Remus's cock prod at your entrance. "That's right," Remus murmured, "you just stay nice 'n quiet. Be a good fuck toy f'me, won't you?"

Finally, he thrusts into you, and he wastes no time in letting you adjust to him. "Such a wet little whore," Remus groans, his length filling you to the brim, and you want to tell him how good it feels, but the tie restricts it, and when Remus starts pounding into you at a merciless rhythm, any coherent thought you once had is long forgotten. "C'mon, puppy," Remus croons as he tugs on your leash, and you merely whimper as your feeble body moves in whichever way he likes, "'m I fuckin' you dumb? Dumb puppy?"

You try to nod your head because you truly feel like a dumb puppy, but if you can't even grip onto the rug below you, there's no way you could do even that.

"Y'not gonna cum, y'know that?" Remus grunts. "Y'don't deserve it after bein' such a greedy little whore, playing with y'puppyparts right in front of me."

The tie muffles your unintelligible babbling, and so you feel a steady trail of dribble leaking down your chin. Your legs have been trembling ever since he turned you over, and you feel yourself clenching around Remus's length.

"Y'wanna cum, don't you?" Remus groans as his hips begin to pick up their pace, his hips slamming into your ass, and you dimly think about the bruises that will decorate your backside tomorrow. "Your tight little hole's gonna make me cum, babypup. Y'want my cum, puppy?" An incoherent sound bubbles in your throat, and Remus takes it as accordance.

His hips give one last thrust, and he finally stills. You whimper when you feel his hot release coat your walls, and something about the way he's gripping onto your leash, his nose in your hair and his left arm encircling your body, keeping you flush to him, makes you feel like he's branding you in a way he hasn't before.

Your body still aches for release, but when Remus holds you in his lap and tells you what a good girl you were and that maybe he'll reconsider your punishment tomorrow, you mindlessly nod your head because you both know you'll agree to anything he says, and all you can think about are the strong arms that are keeping you upright and his seed slowly seeping down your thighs.

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