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Loki | episode 3 - Lamentis

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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WHO THE HELL?! ━ imagine!

eddie munson x fem! reader

summary: when eddie munson doesn't find the need to tell the dungeons and dragons club members about his new girlfriend. so imagine dustin's surprise when he visits eddie's trailer and sees it looking impeccably clean.

wc: 956

“Okay, Eddie! I hear you! So it’s just in your living room? On the table beside the sofa? Okay!” Dustin stops his bike beside the Munson trailer, dropping it down onto the dirt as he rushes to the door. “Wait- how the hell am I supposed to get inside?!”

“Did I not give you my keys?”

“No!”

“Damn!”

“Wait! I see someone inside! I’m just gonna knock on the door till they answer. Talk to you later, over and out!” Amidst Eddie’s protests, Dustin turns off the walkie-talkie and strides over to the door. He secretly hopes to himself that it’s not Eddie’s uncle. But shit, who else is going to be in the Munson residence if it wasn’t Eddie or his scary-looking uncle?

He breathes in and out, raising his fist to knock on the door. However, right after his fists land on the door, it falls open as if it wasn’t locked in the first place. 

‘Red flag. Red flag.’ Dustin knew better than to go into a complete stranger’s house. But, this was Eddie’s trailer. The worst thing that can happen is that he can stumble on some disgusting shit, or God bless him, his uncle holding a knife to his chest ready to pop off and kill him. ‘God, please guide me.’

As he walked inside, it seemed empty. There was absolutely no sign of life, but something did scare the living shit out of Dustin. 

The Munson trailer was clean. Clean as fuck. 

Dustin only knew Eddie from the beginning of the school year. But, regardless of the short time, Dustin knew that Eddie hardly took care of himself and would rather focus on anything else other than cleanliness. Shit, he remembers that one time he went inside Eddie’s room and it was laundry day. The stains on that mattress were traumatizing. 

After going through a state of shock, Dustin remembered the reason why he was even in Eddie’s trailer. He began his search for the paper his leader needed, but it was far more difficult to find compared to the simplicity Eddie emphasized. Dustin cursed him under his breath, opening up every drawer on every table by the one sofa in the entire living room. 

However, Dustin was so focused on his search, that he completely went deaf to the sounds of movement behind him. 

“Hey! Who the fuck are you?!” Dustin almost fell back at the sheer terror he just felt surge through his heart. His breaths began to get erratic. Seeing a really, really pretty woman standing with only a shirt and…shorts? Or were they panties? He didn’t know. But it was fucking scary. Or hot? He didn’t know. “Hello?!? You better say who you are before I call the cops!”

“Wait! Wait! Eddie sent me here! He sent me to get something for the campaign! My name is Dustin! Dustin Henderson!” Dustin raised his hands up in defence, not seeing the woman’s shoulders deflate in relief. She chuckles, prompting Dustin to lower his hands. “W-Wha-”

“God, I’m sorry. Did I forget to lock the door again? Shit. I’m gonna get myself killed one day. Anyway, the paper he forgot is actually on the kitchen counter. I put it there figuring out he was gonna come back.” She walks past him. 

‘Oh jeeze.’ Dustin tries not to look at them, only looking forward to where the paper was. 

“Here you go, sorry about earlier. I just got scared is all. Did he drive you here?”

“No…I biked here.” He blinks twice at you, becoming nervous at your gaze staring him down. 

“Oh my god! Really? Do you want some water? What about a cookie? Oh wait! I baked some cookies earlier, I was really bored. Can you bring some to the DnD club, please? Eds loves them…” As you ramble on about cookies and water, Dustin can’t help but gaze at your beautiful features. Your voice was also soothing, and shit, you look like you give the best hugs. “Shit, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Y/N, Eddie’s girlfriend. Nice to finally meet you, Dustin!”

‘Now I know why Eddie hides you.’

–

“Fuck! Look who finally decides to turn up! Henderson, what took you so long?” Eddie walks up to Dustin, eyebrows furrowing in search of the paper he asked him to get. “Did you get the paper-”

“You son of a bitch!”

“Excuse me?”

“I should be saying ‘excuse me’! I get sent, for a paper, and y’know what I find? Hm?” Dustin looks around the room past Eddie, trying to show them validation for his anger. “The most beautiful and shit, best baker, I have ever met in my life!” After his last statement, Dustin shoves the container of cookies at his (now ex) idol’s chest. 

Eddie, though initially confused at Dustin’s anger, finally understands why when he sees your signature chocolate chip cookies. You always add M&Ms, saying that they ‘add a pop of colour’ to them. Not that he minded. He loved it. 

“I don’t get why you’re angry-”

“Bitch?! You have to show them off! Sell these cookies for God’s sakes! Bring her to meetings! Shit! Do I have to teach you how to be a good boyfriend?!?” Dustin drops his bag, groaning at Eddie’s ‘stupidity’. “Let’s get on with the game!”

Eddie looks at Dustin, then at the container in his hands. 

It wasn’t like he was hiding you. Eddie smiles to himself, propping open the lid and eating one cookie. 

Eddie just thinks that you’re his little secret. Only he gets to eat your cookies. Dustin just happened to stumble upon them. Never again though.

“Hey, Eddie, can we try some of those cookies-”

“Fuck off Gareth.”

I'll tell you a secret... my name 'Sam' is short for 'Samson'.

just realized i’ve never posted any sam love on here… a travesty

Early Morning

Hey guys- I’m trying out some new characters that I’ve recently gotten into, the marauders. Hope you enjoy and let me know what you want to see next xx

Fem!reader x poly!marauders smut

Warnings: lots of smut, polyamorous relationship, mentions of denial and overstimulation, daddy kink

You sighed into the warm pillow, eyes opening slowly in the soft glow of sunrise. As you shifted, looking at the three boys sprawled on various beds in the dormitory, you felt the familiar ache between your legs and thought back to the previous night, face heating even at the memory of what they’d done to you.

“Morning, darling,” James murmured from beside you, stretching a toned arm out and pulling you close to his warm, muscular body. This was one of the rare occasions when he didn’t have quidditch training first thing, so you let him hold you for a bit, enjoying the way he traced small patterns on the bare skin of your shoulder with his finger.

James’ bed was probably the one you most enjoyed sleeping in, if you were honest. The early mornings were less good, but it was easier throughout the night- Sirius moved around in his sleep too much, and insisted on taking all the blankets, and Remus didn’t mind sharing a bed but he was often struggling with new scars, joint pains and bruises, so you felt nervous that you would hurt him in some way. James slept like a log, warm and stable for the whole night.

“Are you awake, bunny?” Remus, sleeping only a few feet away, had opened his eyes and was looking at you with a mild smile on his face. You smiled back, but it faded into an expression of surprise as your eyes travelled down his body and found the bulge under his blanket. “D’you want to come over here?” He held up the blanket, inviting you in, and you bit your lip at the sight of his half-hard erection.

As you moved away from James, the curly-haired boy grunted in protest, but conceded for you to go and lie with Remus.

As you slipped under the covers, Remus kissed your forehead softly, letting you pull down his boxers and freeing his cock, now fully hard. You breathed quickly, and he smirked as your small hand wrapped around his member, stroking it with practiced ease. His own hand- the one that wasn’t in your hair- trailed down your body and traced the slit of your already wet pussy, eliciting a small whisper from your lips.

“Hush, now.” He whispered, sliding his finger between those puffy lips and pressing it against your sensitive nub. You tried to contain your squeak, but Remus decided to help you by putting one hand over your mouth, muffling the sounds to continued to make as he pinched your clit, rubbing it between his thumb and forefinger.

It was an effort not to squeeze your legs together, with how sensitive you were, but you could already feel the coil in your tummy tightening. You lifted one of your legs and rested your knee up on his hip to give him easier access, and nodded your consent for him to thrust into you.

You couldn’t contain the drawn-out moan that escaped you, even past his fingers in your mouth, as he pulled you up to straddle him, letting his cock go even deeper. He rubbed your clit lazily with his thumb, relaxing against his headboard and watching you with still-weary eyes. You moved more quickly, but he soon put a stop to that, removing his fingers from your clit and mouth and using them to halt your hips, adjusting your speed so that you were now moving achingly slowly. You huffed in frustration as your once-close orgasm faded away again, but didn’t make a sound beyond that. If Sirius woke up, you wouldn’t be able to cum until all three of them had fucked you- he liked being mean like that, hearing your desperate cries for just a second more. Remus was usually a bit nicer with giving them to you, like James, but both of them liked to keep going after you’d cum, thrusting into you until you’d climaxed three or four times and were nearly in tears from the overstimulation.

Now, you could tell that Remus wasn’t looking for anything too wild. He was still tired, and he never pushed you very far the morning after a night like last one. Still, he was making you go much more slowly than you would’ve preferred. You closed your eyes as he pulled you down onto him again, bumping you clit on his pubic bone as you arched your back. Your near-silent moans grew in volume, feeling his cock hit your g-spot, and he pinched your outer thigh, prompting your eyes to spring open and look down at him.

“Quiet, now, there’s a good girl.” He said softly, moving that same hand to rub slow circles on your clit again. “Always so well-behaved the morning after, aren’t you?”

“Yes, Remmy.” You replied, interrupting yourself with a short gasp as you rocked forward and his fingers pressed more into your sensitive mound. He smirked.

“You look so pretty right now, puppy. You’re so cute when you’re desperate,” You blushed at his words, and looked to the side, but within two seconds he was guiding your face back to look at him. “Eyes on me, ‘kay?”

You nodded, and he paused, holding you up so that you couldn’t keep moving.

“Use your words.”

“Yes, sir, I’ll keep my- ah!” You whimpered as he thrust you down onto his cock, hitting all the right places. His eyes met yours again, and he sat up abruptly, muffling your moans with a deep kiss. You let his tongue into your mouth, enjoying the way his hands felt on your waist and it he back of your neck, holding your lips to his until he broke the embrace and started moving you up and down again, faster now and at a new angle which somehow went even deeper than the first. You bit your lip, nails digging into his firm biceps as you chased your peak.

“You close, puppy?” He asked a moment later, feeling you tensing more and more.

“Ah- yes, Daddy! Please- mm!- please can I cum?” You managed to stammer, forcing yourself to keep the orgasm at bay until you had his permission. He took his sweet time to answer you, a slow smile spreading across his features as he took in your sweat-sheened face and growing urgency for release. Finally, he relented.

“You can cum for me now, pup.” To finish you off, he took his hands off your neck and waist and gripped your breasts through the big t-shirt you’d slept in, squeezing and massaging them and you came with a high-pitched moan, muffled as your head fell against his shoulder, still gripping his arms more tightly than ever. The intense pleasure was mixed with some pain remaining from last night, and you clenched around him, milking his cock of Remus’ own cum as he finished with a soft groan, muscles tightening.

“Thank you, Daddy.” You lay down beside him. “M’sorry for making sounds.”

He opened his mouth to reply, but before he could you heard the familiar, arched voice of your other boyfriend from his bed across the room.

“We didn’t mind, did we Prongs?” Sirius sauntered over to the bed, and Remus watched amusedly.

“Not at all.” James replied, now evidently wide awake.

“My turn.” Sirius said.

“She’s tired. After breakfast, maybe?” Remus asked, but it was less of a suggestion than an order. Sirius sighed, rolling his eyes, but nodded his agreement. Only you seemed to realise that Remus wanted you clinging to him for the morning- he could be a little possessive that way, and you didn’t mind at all.

you and your body need nutrients. please make sure you are eating enough food and drinking enough water and getting enough sleep, you matter so much and i don’t want anything to happen to you

sending ex bf patrick a pic of a hoodie you know isn’t his in a text that says “come get your hoodie, i don’t want it” and watching him short circuit in real time bc you stop responding. he sends you 27 texts in the span of 3 minutes. when you finally respond with “if it’s not yours don’t worry about it” you know what you’re doing. he shows up at your door in 10 minutes flat, was probably already on his way before you even said that. you feign annoyance, rolling your eyes and sneering at him when you open the door, but he doesn’t care. he picks you up over his shoulder and slams your front door shut behind him as he carries you to your bedroom.

he throws you down so hard you almost bounce off the bed and the entire time he’s bullying your little pussy with his dick he’s asking “whose fucking hoodie is that?” the more you skirt around the answer, the harder he fucks you - he’s got two fingers fishhooked in your cheek and one hand around your neck while he rails you from behind, your back to his chest. you’re drooling all over his fingers and your face, he gives you opportunity after opportunity to tell him but you won’t - you’re so fucked out on his cock you don’t even know your own name anymore, but it doesn’t stop you from being a fucking brat - you tell him the hoodie smells good, maybe you will keep it if it’s not his. he sees red. he pulls out of your pussy and has you on your back with your head hanging off the bed so fast it makes your head spin. “fine,” he says. “don’t wanna tell me? you don’t need to use that mouth at all, just take this fuckin dick.”

he fucks your throat so hard you think you’ll have trouble swallowing for a week. when he sees you try to snake your hands back down to your needy cunt, he grabs your wrists in one hand and pins them to the bed so he can keep humping his dick in and out of your throat. he slaps your poor pussy with his free hand for good measure, just to feel you yelp around his dick. your whines and whimpers below him send vibrations straight through him. “you like that, baby? you miss this dick? whatever prick owns that hoodie couldn’t fuck your bitchy little mouth the way you want? pushing my fuckin buttons. you know only i can slut you out like this. take it take it take it.” you swallow every drop of his cum like you’re starving for it.

and god, he still takes care of you after. cleans you up, tucks you in bed, and asks again about the hoodie. you give him a sleepy, smug smile and with your hoarse voice say, “picked it up at the mall earlier today. it’s cute, huh?”

hi! i was wondering if you could make some more bartender!sirius x reader stories! anything works really! i love love love your writing 💞

Thanks for requesting ml!

cw: attempted sa, police are called (but don't worry, everything is fine)

bartender!Sirius x fem!reader ♡ 1.1k words

Sirius isn’t ashamed to say he’s had his eye on you tonight. You’re a sweet-looking thing, with sparkly eyes and a big, genuine smile that you’d beamed right at him as you ordered your drink. You got your first couple from Marlene, but most recently you came up to him. You’d leaned your elbows on the bar, looked at him with those lovely eyes, and said all the pleases and thank yous and may Is that always make Sirius want to climb over the counter and hug the customers who use them. He'd have comped your drink if you weren’t clearly here with someone else. 

And that someone else seems to be infatuated with you. Appropriately so, Sirius thinks. He takes your hand to lead you over to a couch along the wall, and he nods so eagerly while you speak that it looks like his head is on a spring, and when you turn to look at something he’s pointed out he reaches over and—

“Hey!” 

Several heads turn at Sirius’ shout, but the important part is that yours does. Not before your lips close around the straw of your drink, though. Sirius doesn’t have to work to convey urgency in his expression—that comes quite naturally. He waves his hand to beckon you back to the bar.

You obey, not looking upset but rather tentative as you make your way through the crowd. Your date stands with you, but something in Sirius’ face must tip him off. He disappears towards the exit. Sirius wants to go after him and strangle the bloke with his own two hands, but he’ll have to worry about that later. 

“Don’t drink that,” he says once he thinks you’re within earshot. 

You’re not, evidently. “What?” 

“Give it here.” Sirius leans across the bar, reaching for your drink. It’s only the caution in your expression that reminds him to say, “Please.” 

You hand it over, eyebrows raising when he brings it behind the bar and immediately pours it into the sink. 

“Erm…am I going to be refunded for that?” 

Sirius shakes his head, but managing a breathless, frazzled, “Yeah.” 

He feels so far out of his depth. Nothing like this has ever happened during one of his shifts—at least, fuck, not that he knows of. Sirius isn’t sure what he’s supposed to do. 

He starts by looking you in the eyes. “The bloke you were with put something in your drink.” 

Your lips part, brows twitching together. “What? No, he…” You turn your head, clearly expecting your date to be right behind you. Sirius watches your face change as you realize he’s nowhere to be seen. 

When you turn back to him, he can see the beginnings of fear in your gaze. His hand makes its way across the bar of its own accord, squeezing your wrist before tugging you gently towards the nearest barstool. 

“I saw it happen,” he says firmly. “Do you want to sit here with me for a bit?” 

“I don’t…yeah, please.” You look dazed. Understandably dazed, in Sirius’ opinion. You slide onto the stool and slouch to rest your elbows on the bar. “I don’t feel any different. I only had a sip.” 

“It might not be enough to do anything,” he agrees. “I’m not sure, honestly. But it’s probably a good idea for you not to be alone just in case, yeah?” 

You nod hesitantly. Sirius strokes a short line into the inside of your wrist, and when you look up at him those pretty eyes are wet. 

“I’m already drunk,” you say, quietly, your voice on the edge of breaking. “How am I s’posed to know if it’s working?” 

“I’m sure you’d know,” says Sirius, though honestly he’s not very sure of that himself. Guys don’t learn much about these things, not the way girls have to. “You’re alright, darling. We’ll take care of you up here, you’re totally safe. Do you mind if I phone the police?” 

Your eyes widen to glossy saucers, the true gravity of your situation seeming to sink in. 

“It’s just standard procedure,” he adds quickly. 

“Right.” You blink, sniffling. “Um, sure.” 

“Beautiful.” Sirius shoots you a smile. “Be right back. Marl,” he gets his coworker’s attention, “keep an eye on her, yeah?” 

Marlene looks confused and then intrigued as she spots you weeping at the other end of the bar, but she makes her way to you. 

Sirius’ call with the police is brief. They make him regret tossing out your drink before it could be tested, but they tell him to keep you at the bar and they’ll be there soon to question you. When he goes back inside, you look far better than he’d left you, face tearstained but dry and nursing what looks to be a plain coke topped by a mountain of cherries. 

“Blimey, did you ask for extra?” Sirius asks, taking his place in front of you. Marlene, helping a customer at the other end of the bar, shoots him a grimace that lets him know you’ve told her what happened. 

“I asked for a few,” you say, picking one of your cherries up by the stem and popping it in your mouth. “I think she feels bad for me.” 

Sirius laughs. “No, Marlene doesn’t feel bad for anyone. She probably just likes you.” 

“Really?”

“Yup. Almost as much as she hates our manager.” He winks at you. “Her latest plot is to rob him blind by way of bar napkins and maraschino cherries. But you didn’t hear that from me.” 

Your lips twitch into something dangerously close to a smile. You draw a line across them, pretending to zip them shut. 

“So,” you say, looking down to fish another cherry from your glass, “did you give the police my regards?”

Sirius smiles at your forehead. “I did. They said it’s been far too long, and they’d like to come here to chat with you themselves.” 

You huff a laugh. “That’s funny, you’d think they’d’ve gotten their fill of me when I was in the nick last week.” 

Sirius laughs, delighted. 

You look up with a wry smile. “Kidding,” you whisper. 

“Oh, I’m so disappointed.” He props his chin on his hand, letting his head loll to the side. “And here I was thinking you were a rebel outside the law.” 

You shrug, smile fading as the melancholy turn your night has taken seems to take you under again. “Sorry to lead you astray,” you say anyway. 

“No, don’t worry about it.” Sirius studies you. You look understandably worried, a tad wistful too, but still that same sweet girl who’d come up to order from him at the bar. “If you are concerned about the cops catching onto your jailbird alter-ego, I could always stay with you when they get here. If you want company.” 

Your expression melts into gratitude, the fretful line of your brow softening and your eyes filling with relief. They start to go shiny again. “That would be great,” you say. “Thank you.” 

“Don’t worry about it, doll.” Sirius reaches across the bar, giving your hand an awkward pat. “Just don’t cry again, please? It kills me a little bit.”