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follow @glossymalfoy pls papis😩🧎🏼
yeah i’m fucking pissed i have to start over. no ones forcing me😐yeah i know but i don’t wanna hear it.
for some reason my navigation link won’t work and i can’t find the overall masterlist i posted. tumblr didn’t flag it and i can’t find it anywhere in my mass post editor. the link stopped working yesterday (i’m pretty sure), but did anyone manage to either like/reblog it? i honestly have no clue on where it went and i can’t find it.
do u have any tips for getting my account started? also how do you do the like navigation stuff- im really new to tumblr and still confused on that so help would be very much appreciated :)
hi! some tips i have is try to be active (if it’s posting your own work or reblogging, anything works!), follow other bloggers and don’t be afraid to reach out and make friends :)
also have your asks open! this gives your followers the opportunity to send in requests for imagines or just interact with you in general.
to set a link in your bio (navigation, masterlist, etc), try following this page! i followed a lot to get mine up, but don’t quite remember which website i followed.
if you’re still confused, send me another ask and i’ll try to go into more detail!
OMG YOU READ MY IMAGINE, YOU'RE LITERALLY ONE OF MY TOP 3 FAV WRITERS ON THIS APP
of course!! you’re imagines are so good
A Shit Tutor (1/4)
Pairings: Draco Malfoy x reader, Draco Malfoy x slytherin!reader,
Word Count: 1,903
Warnings: language, Draco’s an ass (surprise)
Request: “Can you write a fic where draco is asked by a professor to tutor a fellow student but he falls for her? Thank you and I absolutely LOVE your work!!”
A/N: This is just the first part of what will likely end up being a 3-4 part-er! Hope it’s intriguinggg :) Also this is clearly a sort of alternate universe in which there’s no war, no Slughorn, and Snape still teaches the N.E.W.T.s class
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With an exasperated sigh, you shoved the cauldron away from you, pulling your hand back as it spilled and destroyed the table beneath it.
“Oh, come on!” you hissed, more colorful words longing to leave your mouth.
“Y/L/N? I don’t recall instructing to burn through the table,” Snape sneered, coming to stop at your table as he swept through the room. Snickers could be heard from the other side of the room, and you seethed in your chair.
A Slytherin who couldn’t make a simple decaying drought to save her life.
A Slytherin who seemed to be in the wrong place in Potions.
“It was an accident, sir,” you breathed, forcing yourself to bite your tongue.
“I should hope so. This is your,” Snape paused and thought for a moment. “fourth try? Is it not?”
“It is,” you said through clenched teeth. It seemed his House favoritism only extended to those who excelled in his class.
“How you managed to scrape an O and squeeze into my N.E.W.T.S class I’ll never understand,” Snape shook his head, his voice drawling.
“Me neither, Professor,” you said–really, it had been luck. The potions you had been tested on you just happened to be actually decent at, that, paired with intensive studying and an aptitude for testing, you’d scraped an O.
“Malfoy!” Snape suddenly barked out, causing you to jump.
“Sir?” he called from the other side of the room–the side from which the snickers sounded.
“Come and help Ms. Y/L/N before she burns through this very floor,” Snape sneered before, thankfully, whisking away to another table.
Draco then began packing his things into his bag, and seconds later, was sliding into the seat next to you, his smoldering pine-like scent filling the air, making your head spin.
“Sweet Salazar, what the bloody hell did you do?” Draco laughed, peering into the cauldron.
“Evidently not the right thing,” you grumped, struggling not to enjoy the light sound of his laughter as it was at your expense.
“Clearly; I mean, I’ve seen mistakes, but that is just embarrassing,” he scoffed. Shocked at his blunt curtness, you were stunned silent.
“Scourgify,” he said, and with a wave of his wand, your cauldron was cleared of the bubbling goop you’d managed.
“Y/N? Right?” he asked, pulling out his scale and setting it on the table.
“That’s right, only been in the same house for 6 years,” you said scornfully.
“There’s a lot of people in Slytherin, can’t expect me to know everyone’s name,” Draco shrugged, looking unbothered. You just rolled your eyes at him, not wanting to speak with him any more than necessary.
“Here, split these vertically,” he said, pushing a pile of caterpillars at you. Pulling your onyx blade from your bag, you did as he asked. “If you can manage that without fucking it up.”
“Oh, that’s nice,” you sneered at him, narrowly avoiding slicing open your finger as your hands shook with anger. “I did manage to get into this class, you know. I’m not completely helpless.”
“I’ve no idea how. Longbottom could do better than that mess.” he sneered.
“Fuck you, Malfoy,” you hissed.
“Whew, language, Y/L/N,” he grinned. Rolling your eyes and gritting your teeth, you resolved to silence for the rest of the class unless absolutely necessary. The next few minutes were quiet work, Draco pausing to give you instructions every few minutes, his long fingers working quickly. And before you knew it, it was over; the massive bell reverberating throughout the castle, signaling the next period.
“Alright, that’ll be the bell. We’ll pick back up here tomorrow. Leave your cauldrons. I’ll deal with them,” Snape commanded. At his words, Draco began packing quickly, looking back at Zabini, who seemed to be mouthing something at him.
“What?” Draco said quietly, leaning forward and looking intently at Blaise, evidently trying to read his lips.
“See you tomorrow, then,” you said, turning to him. But Draco was already halfway across the room, having left without a second glance. Stung, but knowing you were ridiculous for expecting any less, you shook your head at yourself and quickly left the room, your emerald-lined robes billowing behind you in your haste.
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Back in the dungeons the next day, your foot anxiously jumped up and down, dreading Draco’s comments about your ineptitude with this potion, and dreading Snape’s snide remarks. You watched him as he jostled Crabbe across the room, grinning about something. His pearly teeth gleamed against his pale skin, lit sparingly by the fire bubbling beneath the cauldron in front of him.
“Wands away, Goyle,” Snape snapped, pulling your attention from Draco. The paper airplane Goyle had been supporting with his wand fell pathetically, and with a wave of his own, Snape set it ablaze and it disappeared in seconds. “Well, go on—no need to wait for instructions. I gave them at the end of last class. Get your cauldrons and get to work.”
Draco rose from his spot next to Blaise and strutted his way over to your table, smirking as he did so.
“Hello,” he said, almost politely.
“Er, hi,” you said cautiously.
“Didn’t manage to develop some actual talent overnight, did you?” he sneered, pulling out his things.
“Not really. Didn’t manage to develop some decency either, I see,” you tossed back–determined not to let him get at you again. Sure, he was a Slytherin, but he wasn’t the only one.
“Ooh, touchy today, are we?” he grinned spitefully.
“Just tell me what to do,” you spat, wanting to get the class over with.
“How very submissive of you, I do like that in a girl,” he said thoughtfully, winking at you.
“Godric, you’re an ass,” you breathed. “If you’re looking for submission, perhaps you should go back to your goons; I’m sure the both of them are utterly lost without you. Or Pansy, I know the simpering slag could think of nothing better than being bossed around by you all day. Personally, I can’t think of a more proper hell, but we all have our differences, I suppose.”
“I think you just managed to insult four people at once,” Draco said, looking thoughtful.
“I’m pleased you can count. Now, what am I supposed to do?” you sneered, crossing your arms.
“Whatever I say, love,” he grinned, winking. “Chop these up, finely, and stir them into the potion, stirring counterclockwise five times.”
“Alright,” you said, taking the pile of seedlings from him. His pale hand stopped yours and held it still.
“Ah, ah,” he chided, shaking his platinum blonde head at you. “Repeat it back to me.”
“What?” you scoffed, incredulous.
“Repeat what I said back to me; should I say it slower?” he said, cocking his head to the side. You were so angry, a hysterical laugh bubbled from your lips; your chest positively on fire with anger.
Seconds from exploding, you saw the knowing smile growing on his face and closed your eyes, willing yourself to calm down, willing yourself not to take his bait. A surely insane smile on your face, you opened your eyes.
“Chop these up, finely, and stir them into the potion, stirring counterclockwise five times,” you repeated word for word.
“Excellent, you might have hope yet,” Draco taunted, meeting eyes with Blaise from across the room and grinning.
Draco Malfoy, the Prince of Slytherin, what a complete and utter sodding wanker. It’s no wonder the little shit didn’t have any true friends; who the hell could stand him? Catching your friend’s eyes from her seat across the room, you mimicked stabbing yourself in the throat with your knife, earning a snicker from her. The little interaction with a friendly face calmed you immensely.
“Now what?” you asked, turning to Draco and steeling yourself for another smart remark.
“The last step. I’ve ground up the moth wings already,” he said, standing to tip a container of fine, shimmering dust into the cauldron. With a whoosh, it turned an inky blue, and he smiled. It was rather nice, his smile. He was almost handsome–alright, he was downright gorgeous–when he wasn’t being an absolute prick.
“Staring, Y/N?” he grinned, his grey eyes flitting to yours and winking. A flush of embarrassment flooded your face, and you dropped his steely gaze, your silence answer enough.
“S’Alright, if I saw me, I might stare as well,” he shrugged, grinning cockily at you.
“You’re disgusting,” you whispered, seconds before Snape appeared soundlessly behind you.
“Ah, much better, excellent, Mr. Malfoy,” Snape praised suddenly, causing you to jump slightly.
“Thank you, sir,” Draco simpered, smirking proudly. Several sets of eyes rolled around the room, and you found comfort in that you weren’t the only one he caused to do this.
“Do you see how it’s an inky blue? How it’s not corrosive? How it isn’t burning through the table?” Snape snided, turning to you with a malicious glint in his eye.
“Yes.” you seethed through clenched teeth, unable to trust yourself to not mouth off if you opened your jaw.
“So, what did you do wrong? What catastrophic mistake did you make to produce the most abysmal potion I’ve yet to see in my N.E.W.T.S class?” he asked, eyes alight in your anger.
You could feel every eye in the room on you, and to your complete horror, you felt angry tears pricking at your eyes. Blinking rapidly, determined not to show such weakness, you tilted your chin up and glared into the blank, black eyes before you.
“It was the moth dust, sir. It wasn’t ground fine enough, and she only stirred 3 times,” Draco answered for you. Despite your shock, you held your ground and glared up into Snape’s eyes.
“Thank you, Mr. Malfoy, but I believe I asked Y/N. If she can’t make a proper decaying drought, I should hope she’s at least intelligent enough to recognize her mistakes,” Snape said, his voice icy.
“If I knew my mistakes, sir, I wouldn’t make them. Would I?” you seethed, unable to hold it back any longer. As if you were going to let Draco Malfoy protect you. Surprised hisses and gasps sounded throughout the classroom, and you knew you’d fucked up.
“Detention. 3 days. With Filch,” he sneered, getting closer to you as he spoke, daring you to say anything else.
“Delightful,” you quipped back, a fake smile on your face.
“And 10 points from Slytherin for cheek. Making me take points from my own house, disgraceful,” and with a billowing wave of his cloak–he was heading back up to the front of the room.
“Tuesday, we will begin working on a lovely, tricky little potion known as Felix Felicis; you’ll be in partners,” he said, looking around the room before stopping on a pair of tittering Ravenclaws, “And I’ll be choosing the partners.”
The small class visibly deflated at the prospect of Snape choosing partners, causing Snape to grin lightly, and with that ominous note, he ended the class.
Desperate to get away, you left everything on your desk, only ensuring you had your bag before racing from the room, the frustrated tears falling freely now.
“Y/N!” you thought you heard Draco call–but surely you were mistaken, unless he wanted to further embarrass you or rub it in. Before he could do either, you burst into the girl’s restroom and out of sight.
really debating on leaving this account :|
since this isn’t my primary blog, i no longer have messages, when i comment on others blogs i’m not glossymalfoy but glossydols.
and i’m not sure if this is it, but ever since i got my messages taken away—other blogs haven’t been getting notified whenever i post/tag them. i could be shadow banned but i’m really not sure.
i started this account not knowing it wouldn’t be my primary (if that makes sense?) ive tried searching up ways to just get this blog (glossy malfoy) by itself without being connected to anything else, but have failed to find anything that could work.
if anyone has any suggestions, please let me know by commenting/reposting <3
George and a hand kink!!! Maybe he’s fixing something that broke during a prank and he gets really concentrated and his hands are flexing and he doesn’t notice the stares until reader makes a sound/says something
warnings/content: george weasley x fem!reader, daddy kink, hand kink, porn link, mention (if even that) of a threesome
GEORGIE MY BOY
Ron bashers : Romione sucks. Ron's not worth it. He doesn't care about anyone but himself.
Me : *Shows them Deathly Hallows, UK edition, chapter 23, page 375, line 8.* I rest my case.
“Take these prisoners down to the cellar, Greyback.” “Wait,” said Bellatrix sharply. “All except…except for the Mudblood.” Greyback gave a grunt of pleasure.
“No!” shouted Ron. “You can have me, keep me!” Bellatrix hit him across the face: the blow echoed around the room. “If she dies under questioning, I’ll take you next,” she said. “Blood traitor is next to Mudblood
in my book.
anti romione shippers can suck a dick.
ronmione is literally the superior ship
romione is the best ship you can’t change my mind i love them so much
me: starting to simp for remus
also me: putting remus on my WONT write for list👁
Can I req something? you know about the subspace one when the marauders love to tease the reader to death and they barely acknowledge that she's already far gone and it takes them two hours to get her back (frustrated, panic and tired) because she refuses to come back unless they continue to fuck her senseless. thanks!
warnings/content: marauders x fem!reader, a bit of marlene and lily but nothing sexual, voyeurism, really bad subspace, swearing, daddy!kink, BDSM, overstimulation, penetrative sex, mentions of oral sex, mention of being naked in a public area, use of pet names, mention of spanking/bruising
You should DEF write something about falling into sub space with the marauders bc the one you wrote was PERFECT and so wholesome 🥺🥺🥺 no pressure tho !!!
warnings: degradation, handjobs, choking (on a dick), swearing, fucking, subspace, oral (male!receiving)
Hi yes pls write the marauders taking care of a girl after she’s slipped into sub space I’ll give you all my money✨✨✨✨
“Hi, baby,” James murmurs, attempting desperately to meet your wandering gaze.
“Hi.” You chirp fidgeting anxiously with the fingers in your lap, specifically Remus’ as your teeth sink into your bottom lip. “Was I good? Good for you?”
“So good, angel. So good.” Sirius croons from behind you, pulling a pair of boxers over his hips as he saddles up behind you. “Took us so well, yeah?”
You shake your head, releasing your hold on Remus’ appendage before your fingers travel up, tugging anxiously at your hair as a lethargic haze shrowds your line of vision and lulls you forward until you’re all but collapsing into James’ embrace. “Just a little toy...” You whisper in your inebriated state, malleable in James’ hold as he pulls you from the mattress. “Just a little plaything...”
“No, you’re not, kitten. You’re so much more than that, hmm? You’re our darling y/n. Come back to us. Come back fo’ me.” James reminds you, Remus darting to the bathroom to draw a warm bath for your aching limbs.
Languid tears dance on the precipice of your eyelids, and you fall forward, forehead smearing against James’ clavicle. “No ‘m not! Just a little cock slut. N-Nothing more...” You pause for a few seconds. “I did good, right? I did good, right daddy?” You turn your head to catch Sirius’ gaze.
“‘M not daddy anymore, poppet. S’just me. S’just Sirius.” He brushes the pad of his thumb over the apple of your red-tainted cheeks, lips curling into a pout at your blissful nature.
“Daddy..” You babble, watching as Remus returns from his trip to the bathroom to hook his hands under your armpits and pull you up into his embrace. “Mooonnyyyyyy.......” You sing with laughter, curling your arms around his neck as your head lolls against his muscled shoulder.
Chuckles rumble from the base of your captor’s chest as he dips down, gently placing you in the porcelain basin and crouching down beside you. James enters right behind him, dipping down to sponge his lips across your brow. Warm water is still spilling from the faucet, splashing against your heated limbs and pulling feeble cries from your lips.
“S’too much!” You sob out as the water laps at your overused cunt, and you’re bounding up on trembling legs, attempting (albeit not very well) to escape.
“Shh...” Sirius soothes from behind you, hooking his forearms under your arms once again after he’s slipped off his boxers for the second time that night, and he’s stepping in after you, slipping under your body and seating you across his muscled thighs.
“That’s a good girl..” James praises from his position at the side of the tub, cupping water in his large palm and pouring it over your perspiring hairline. Sirius smooths his own palms over the expanse of your thighs, careful to avoid your oversensitive bundle of nerves as he tries to pull you back to reality.
Remus leaves quietly, only to return moments later with a warm cup of hot cocoa that he manages to coax past your swollen, parted lips.
You’re still babbling incessantly about being the good girl you’ve aspired to be five minutes after, but the boys soothe your woes with gentle kisses along your hairline, and you grow accustomed to the warmth that sinks into your feeble bones.
“Sirius?” You murmur after a few moments of silence, head dropping back so you can meet his gaze. You’re coming back, that much he can tell.
“Yes, angel?” His voice is soft as to not disturb the air of bliss that has settled over the four of you.
“Was I good?”
“So good, darling.” Remus is the one who answers for his friend, massaging circles into the palm of your hand before he presses his lips against your knuckles. “Best I ever had.”
He’s not lying.
You nod, eyes slipping shut as the water begins to cool. Before Sirius can even attempt to get out, James realizes you’ve succumbed to your exhaustion (thankfully) and he bends down to pull you from the tub.
He wraps you up in the fluffiest towel he can find, bringing you back to their dormitory to then dress you up in some spare pieces of clothing he found in his trunk.
They make sure you’re comfortable in Sirius’ bed as he slides in beside you, curling you into his chest as they all find their own mattress and fall asleep themselves.
Don’t worry, they make sure to take turns with which bed you sleep in.
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Hi pumpkin I absolutely adore you and your work!! I saw that your requests were open but if they are closed already then please ignore this I don’t want to bother! I was wondering if you could do more of a full fic of Remus smut (marauders era) and having the reader in sub space idk I’m a whore for Remus lupin 🥲 but whatever is up to you if you want to add other characters or anything ! Hope you have a good day!!
warnings/content: Remus x fem!reader, facefucking, fingering, squirting, really bad subspace, use of the word daddy, dom!sub relationship, a little bit of face slapping, mentions of spanking, mentions of puking
oh my god
remus smut where he cockwarms you in public & you have to be quiet maybe?
“I don’t know how you managed to convince me to do this,” Remus hisses, pushing you forward until you’re forced to brace the brunt of your weight against your forearms, which are resting upon the wooden table in the library.
You’re tucked into the back, away from the peeping eyes of curious students, and your backs are turned towards the back end of the library. I mean, why not, with Madame Pince out sick and a slumbering substitute in her place. Everything was pointing at YES! FUCK IN THE BACK OF A LIBRARY! but Remus was hesitant and you both actually need to study. Alas, you’ve resorted to cockwarming.
Despite the fact that he’s been dubbed the lesser mischievous of his troupe, he’s the mastermind, hiding behind the scenes and smooth-talking the rest of his mates out of being disciplined. He’s just as much trouble, he’s just better at not being caught.
“Hurry up! Wanna feel you,” You mewl in desperation, your forearms burning with the effort it takes to bear your weight.
“Patience, poppet. You’re not going to get anywhere by whining.” Remus tuts in a tantalizing manner, his fingers make quick work of his belt and button before he pulls down his zipper and shuffles around with his boxers.
He has you bent over the table with your pleated skirt flipped up over your perspiring hips with your glistening pussy, slick with your arousal in plain view.
Remus glances around you, specifically the entrance, assuring that there are no wandering eyes before he dips forward, pulling your clit between his lips and suckling at it until he’s able to pull his cock out of his boxers.
“You’re so wet, f’me, and you taste so good,” Remus muses as he releases his hold on his throbbing member and it comes back up to tap against his belly. “Alright now, pet, come down then. C’mere,” His fingers wrap around the curvature of your hips, pulling you far enough down until he grasps at his cock again, pressing the swollen head through your folds in lubrication.
“S’too much. Please, fill me up, please.” You’re gasping as though you’re suddenly deprived of air and your lungs are searing with tense anticipation for what he’s about to do.
“What did I say?” Remus sneers, nosing at the dip of your spine before sponging idle kisses along the expanse of it, even with the thin cotton that’s separating his lips from your soft flesh. “Patience.”
But he wastes no time in pushing the engorged head between your folds and into your drenched cunt.
He pulls you back onto his open lap until he’s balls-deep inside you, sitting snug inside your walls. You do your best to remain still, knowing any slight movement will have the gangly male keeling over in pleasure.
Yet, you do anyways, subconsciously, of course, when you straighten your spine and flip down your skirt so that it looks as though you’re merely sitting on the boy’s lap.
But the slight movement has Remus’ teeth sinking into his tongue to prevent any noises from spilling out into the back portion of the library.
You lean forward, fingers curling around the weathered textbook in front of you and flipping idly through his pages in search of a particular page.
“Oh! Here we go! Felix Felicis!” In your excitement, you shift once more, and you can feel the repercussions with the way Remus is digging crescent moons into the flesh of your thighs in a desperate effort to get you to stop moving.
“Sorry,” Your cheeks are rouging bashfully as you drag a finger over the worn pages, under the words so you can commit them to memory.
“S’alright, poppet. You’re taking me so well.” Remus pats at your thigh, wrapping around your waist and pulling you closer to his chest so he can peer over your shoulder at the same words.
He rests his chin on your shoulder, humming as though this is but an innocent endeavor, doing his best to ignore the way your walls are fluttering around his oversensitive cock.
“You like taking my cock?” He inquires with such innocence as if it’s a question about the words you’re reading, eyes flitting across your visage to gauge your reaction.
You nod, slowly, as if hesitant, as you turn your gaze back to the textbook.
“Use your words, baby.” he chastises.
“Yes, D-”
But then you’re interrupted.
“Excuse me? Are you Remus Lupin?” Your eyes snap to the entrance of your little nook, eyebrows furrowing in surprise, and fear.
It’s this measly little first-year Gryffindor, quivering in shoes at the mere concept of talking to a seventh-year, nonetheless Head Boy.
And.. fuck. You’re going to get caught and scar an eleven-year-old in the process.
Remus clears his throat, jolting upright so he can get a proper view of the boy. His hands at your waist tighten as he adjusts you, but the movement sends pangs of pleasure up your spinal cord until it’s tugging on your vocal cords and you’re going to fucking moan. It’s itching at your throat and you have to clamp your jaw shut to refuse all semblance of noise.
“Y-Yeah. I’m Remus. What’s up, kiddo?”
“P-Professor McGonagall said that I-I needed to say hi because y-you’re the h-head b-boy..” He scratches at the back of his head, absolutely terrified.
Remus’ heart is tugged up into his throat and he clears it, desperate to just speak because he’s supposed to stand up and shake this boy’s hand. Instead, he’s forced to sit there, snug inside your cunt, and he sticks to just sticking out his palm for the boy to take.
“What’s your name?” You question when you shake his hand as well, surprised at how unmatched your decorum is.
“Nate.”
Remus’ cock is pulsing inside you.
“Well, Nate, welcome to Hogwarts.”
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wowow
can we have the one about james and sirius fucking u behind remus’ back and then him finding out ..... i’m guessing u know what i’m talking about . ty 💕💕💕
warnings/content: marauders x fem!reader, mentions of subspace, pentrative sex, daddy!kink, consensual sex, deep throating in a closet, a bit of angst, but mostly fluff, smut, establishment of a dom/sub relationship
oh my god. the writing in this was just🧎🏼🧎🏼🧎🏼and all three boys had me like😩
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nerves: harry finally builds up the courage to ask you out.