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i have problems

im disturbed at how quickly i finished this...

also pls dont crucify me over mistakes I'm literally only halfway through the second movie EHKFJHDE

also draco snorts sorry i don't make the rules

also sry for the lazy background... i got midterms

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Jealous kitten

This is a tickle fic!!!

Ship: Haikyuu!

Lee:Kenma

Ler: Kuroo

Ship: romantic

Words: 1031 words

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Kenma was acting strange today, but Kuroo couldn’t quite pinpoint what’s wrong.

Until he realised why: The whole walk home from volleyball practice was silent.

Usually Kenma would ramble on about the latest video game he played if it’s just the two of them, but his boyfriend was silent this whole time.

Was Kenma angry at him? Or was Kenma unhappy about the volleyball practice today?

And what should he do?

Would it hurt to ask him what’s wrong? Should he initiate a conversation? Yet he didn’t want to overstep the shorter boy’s boundaries.

Thoughts were running through Kuroo’s mind like a train wreck. It wasn’t until Kenma tugged at the sleeve of his jacket did he realise they are already at Kenma’s home.

Kuroo kicked off his shoes before following Kenma into his room, where Kenma patted the spot on his bed next to him.

So Kenma wasn’t mad at him?

Even though they had been friends since childhood, and then a couple a few months ago, he still couldn’t read Kenma perfectly, especially in situations like these.

Only one way to approach the issue…

“Kenma~” Kuroo wrapped his arms around the smaller boy’s waist, pulling him closer.

The smaller boy didn’t respond, eyes fixated on Kuroo’s hands.

“What is it, Kenma, why are you staring at my hands?” Kuroo asked, and he swore he saw a faint blush appearing on Kenma’s cheek.

Cutie.

Kuroo smiled amidst the drowning sea of anxiety.

Kenma’s mind was also running in circles too.

He knew his not talking was making Kuroo worried, but his mind was also in a train wreck because of his boyfriend.

Kenma opened and closed his mouth a few times before he finally spoke.

“You know how you’re kinda playfully punishing Tsukki today?”

Kuroo smiled at the memory.

They just had another friendly match with Karasuno, and in all fun and playfulness, Tsukishima made a few snarky remarks about the Nekoma captain‘s middle blocking, which resulted in Tsukki being tackled onto the floor and tickled until Tsukki apologized.

“Yeah, what about it?” Kuroo asked.

Kenma went silent again, and in a whisper, he mumbled,

“…Why haven't you ever done that to me?”

Kuroo’s mouth gaped open in shock as the words sank in.

Kuroo had always been very respectful of Kenma’s boundaries, and he never wished to force Kenma to do something he doesn’t enjoy.

Tickling Kenma has crossed Kuroo’s mind before, but he had always been scared of acting on it, in fear of upsetting his lovely boyfriend.

And now Kenma was… requesting for tickles?

Kuroo felt his heart might explode.

But of course, he couldn’t resist teasing Kenma for a few more seconds.

“Hmmm? Are you jealous?” Kuroo asked, biting his lip to prevent smiling.

Kenma only stared at the mattress and said nothing. Yet, internally, Kenma’s heart was racing miles per second.

Of course he’d be jealous. Others get to feel Kuroo’s beautiful and devious fingers dancing on their skin, getting Kuroo’s undivided attention, seeing his boyfriend’s gorgeous smirk—

A finger dug into his sides, and Kenma was brought out of his train of thought with a gasp as the electric sensation traveled through his body.

He was suddenly hyper-aware of the hands on his waist, now turned into claws, temporarily resting, yet patiently waiting to strike.

“Hmm,kitten ? Cat got your tongue?”

Kenma couldn’t formulate another word before he felt the resting fingers move at a maddening speed, and the overwhelming sensation hit him.

The fingers prodded at his side, and Kenma found himself immediately flailing around like a madman, a wide grin etched onto his lips.

Kuroo looked at his adorable boyfriend before him and felt like his heart might explode again.

Kenma was thrashing, sure, but the smile that decorated his face was so genuine it was a once in a lifetime moment.

And even though Kenma swatted at his hands every now and then, it meant no bite, in fact, it opened up more spots for Kuroo to tickle.

Like when Kenma grabbed at his wrist, Kuroo took the opportunity to use his other hand to tickle Kenma’s armpits, which resulted in an cute squeal.

Adorable~

Kenma was in full blown laughter, his smile so wide he felt the corners of his mouth hurt. Even though his body was twitching and jumping from the madding touch, his mind in a state of confusion, Kuroo’s touch felt like heaven.

“C’mon Kenma, I asked if you are ticklish, yet you still haven’t answered my question. If you don’t, I’ll keep tickling you.”

Kuroo alternated between scribbling at Kenma’s ribs, which resulted in a squirmy and giggling Kenma, and Kenma’s hips, which produced delicious howls and caused Kenma to fold up.

Even though Kenma was in absolute bliss, he had his limits, and he felt that he can’t take much more of the playful torture.

“Hehe…y-yes I can’t t-take it hehe m-much more…”

And as soon as Kenma said that, Kuroo abandoned tickling at Kenma’s worst spots, gently tickling and scratching his lover’s chin until Kenma relaxed a little, still giggling softly at the ticklish sensation, ducking his head down.

“Hey, look at me.” Kuroo grinned, lifting Kenma’s chin to look right at him with his fingers.

Their eyes met, and Kenma suddenly felt shy, tearing his eyes away.

“We’re having none of that, kitten. If you want me to tickle you, just ask, and I’d be more than happy to comply.”

He couldn’t believe he saw an excited shine in Kenma’s eyes. His lover is too cute sometimes.

A tug at Kuroo’s shirt led him to look back to his boyfriend, who was blushing profusely. He watched in amusement as Kenma opened and closed his mouth a few times, before the words came out.

“Again.Please?” Kenma said quietly, but finally looked up at Kuroo.

“Already?” Kuroo questioned, but he felt a smile take over his lips.

Kenma nodded, blushing harder, and Kuroo suddenly felt his heart explode for the hundredth time in the past few minutes.

Ticklish Kenma will be the death of him, but if it makes Kenma happy, he will gladly die on that ship.

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Writer’s notes:

Okayyyy finally cooked up another fic abt one of my fav ship (Kuroken is so cute the movie is just amazing) ehh hope you all like it!!!

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Lovelynim's tickletober Day 19: Makeup

Howl x Sophie

A/N: big thanks again to always sweet @squeenxart that knows perfectly well that Howl is baby and need his ticklies! I hope you enjoy this~

"How do I look, Sophie?!" Markl asked excitedly, looking up at Sophie as if she wasn't the one that spent hours painting that skull all over his face.

"You look so terrifying, of course!"

Markl giggled happily and he rushed out of the room, probably to show Calcifer and Howl. As Sophie put away all the paints and brushes, she couldn't help but laugh when she heard a perhaps too high-pitched scream coming from the kitchen.

"But who did that to your face?! No, of course I know the answer - Sophie!"

Sophie rolled her eyes and continued packing everything into a small bag. She soon heard Howl's hurried footsteps and didn't even turn around to see him as he entered the room.

"Sophie! You can't do that kind of thing on Markl's face! What will we do if you accidentally use your magic on him and he looks like that forever!"

"I want to look like this forever!" Markl yelled from the kitchen and Sophie giggled.

"I didn't use my magic, I just said he looked terrifying and he does!" Sophie finally turned around, an eyebrow raised as she looked at his very agitated husband. "Do you want me to do your Halloween makeup too?"

"Are you insane?! Of course I don't want to- no! Don't come near me!"

Sophie giggled as she rushed towards him. Instead of leaving the room, Howl walked further into it, trying to put the bed between himself and Sophie, but he was a mess even in his own home, tripping over a piece of furniture and falling face first into the bed.

Sophie wasted no time, she quickly climbed onto Howl's back and lifted up his white shirt to expose his milky skin. Howl screeched and tried to escape from under Sophie, but Sophie pressed the paintbrush in her hand against Howl's side and the wizard burst out laughing.

"Let's see, let's see," Sophie said, painting up Howl's side. "Since Markl looks like a skeleton, I think you and I should be one too, Howl! How about I draw some ribs here on yours, hmm? Don't move too much or I'll have to start over."

Howl was cackling, squirming and jerking as Sophie carefully traced his ribs, drawing them over his skin.

"It tihihickles! Stohohop! F-Fihihine! Fine! Mahaharkl can gohoho trick or treating! He c-cahahan gohoho!"

"Ah, I'm glad you want Markl to enjoy the festivities, but I still haven't finished your costume. Now stop moving."

"Sohohophihihie!"

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I LOVE KARATE KID this is so cute, esp in your art style 🥹

!!!warning for footer tickles!!!

literally what do i say

HELP OK SO my family loves the karate kid we watch it all the time and my sisters and I were watching it the other day and my brain was like hey yk what would be funny

and i was like shut up

and it was like im gonna think about this until you draw it

and i was like dang ok

so yeah.

im cringing so bad rn but like i kinda am not too mad at it???

idk i need to shut the honk up before I change my mind abt posting this KDSKJFHJHFSD

also johnny's hair is as painful to draw as it is to look at so there's that

im desperately trying to get out of art block and this is apparently what happens HELPFDLSJFSK OK BYE

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Couple of quick doodles with Morph cause he's a cutie!!

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Been fixating on Treasure Planet lately, and these guys' father-son relationship is everything to me

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Pretty Prefect

Percy/Oliver

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People often wondered how Percy Weasley and Oliver Wood worked.

The two boys could not be more different - Oliver was athletic, outgoing, always up for an adventure or a good laugh. Percy, on the other hand, was studious, introverted, and very serious.

“Do you even do anything together? He’s so uptight!” People would say to Oliver.

“I have way more fun with him than with anyone else!” Oliver would chastise. “You just don’t know him well, is all.”

“You don’t like any of the same things - you don’t even like Quidditch!” People would say to Percy.

“Yes I do,” Percy would sniff, “I’m just not obsessed with it. And people are allowed to have differing interests, you know - we have lots of fun.”

Against all odds, Oliver and Percy made a curious yet lovely couple who loved each other very much, despite what some may think.

And they did have lots of fun.

It was quite late; the usually bustling Gryffindor common room held only a handful of students, as most had gone to bed after a tedious night of homework and revision. As the remaining individuals slowly made their way to their dormitories, yawning and stretching, there were two Gryffindors who showed no signs of turning in any time soon.

“Are you almost done?” Oliver asked for the millionth time.

“No,” Percy snapped, “stop asking me that. I need to go over all my notes at least once more before I can go to bed. Feel free to go yourself, I’ll be up later.”

“And leave you down here all by your lonesome self?” Oliver teased, unfazed by Percy’s grumpiness, “no way!”

Percy just huffed, adjusted his glasses, and continued to read his notes. Oliver spoke again after a few more moments of silence.

“Can you at least take a quick break? You haven’t stopped since dinner, you’ve got to be exhausted.”

Percy shrugged his shoulders. “I just need to keep going.”

Oliver got up from his cozy armchair and stepped over to the table his boyfriend was working at, placing strong hands on Percy’s shoulders and giving a squeeze. “Five minutes? Come sit with me and reset your brain, Perce. You know it’s easier to absorb information when you take breaks every once in a while.”

Percy blushed at the contact and sighed. “I know, I know.”

A pause.

“Fine, five minutes.”

Percy stood and let himself be led to the armchair by his boyfriend. Oliver sat down and motioned for Percy to sit on his lap, which he did, facing Oliver with his knees bent on either side of Oliver’s hips and arms tucked between their chests. Percy leaned down and put his head on Oliver’s chest; Oliver wrapped his arms completely around Percy in a warm bear hug.

“Keep this up and you’ll be too smart,” Oliver teased, “and I won’t be in your caliber anymore.”

“Please,” Percy scoffed, tilting his head slightly to look at the other boy, “just because other people might think you’re all braun and no brains doesn’t mean you have me fooled - too smart for your own good sometimes, even.” His horn-rimmed glasses were a little crooked. His freckles stood stark against his pale skin. He looked cute. Oliver told him so.

“Whatever.” Percy rolled his eyes, but Oliver saw his ears turn pink and grinned as his boyfriend continued. “I’ll have you know that I am much more invested in my studies and our relationship than the opinions of others, and—“

“Pretty Percy,” Oliver interrupted, whispering in Percy’s ear, “my pretty, pompous, perfect prefect Percy…”

“Stop.”

Oliver only smiled more widely; he loved getting under Percy’s skin, especially when he was being too serious and needed to unwind a little. “You’re even more perfectly pretty when you smile…”

Oliver gently pressed his fingertips into the backs of Percy’s ribs and was rewarded with a yelp and jolt.

“Oliver, please—“

“Hmm?”

Percy flushed, looking around and pushing gently against Oliver’s chest. Oliver looked around too, noticing the common room had completely emptied out other than him and Percy.

“Nothing to worry about, Weasley. All clear.”

He goosed the redhead’s ribs again and couldn’t help but chuckle at the following yip.

“That’s not—oh, Oliver, don’t!”

Percy fell into helpless laughter, high-pitched and squeaky no matter how much he tried to stifle it. He tried to wriggle free from Oliver’s embrace, but the arms wrapped around him were unmoving. Although the two boys were similar in height - Oliver was only a couple inches taller - Oliver was much sturdier and more muscular compared to Percy’s lanky frame. Percy had no chance against Oliver’s strength.

Oliver’s hands moved down to scratch his nails along the sides of Percy’s back, making him arch further into Oliver’s chest as he squeaked and sputtered around his laughter. Even through Percy’s sweater the feeling of nails on the backs of his flanks had him flinching and gasping.

Face red. Freckles highlighted. Glasses askew. Giggles frantic. Perfect.

Oliver loved how cute Percy was when tickled, especially because he was ten times more ticklish than Oliver was, but was kind enough to only indulge when there was no one else around; although it would certainly show others that Percy wasn’t just some pompous, uptight, boring git, Oliver liked having this giggly and blushing Percy all to himself.

“You know,” Oliver began conversationally, smiling at the squirming boy on his lap, “I really would like to go to bed. Shame I can’t go knowing that you’re still down here overworking yourself again…”

“J-just a few more minutes, I promise - wahait, wait!”

A hand squeezing Percy’s thigh erased any remaining composure the redhead still had and he snorted - snorted, how mortifying - as he tried to pull his boyfriend’s strong hands away from his ticklish spots. “I take it back, I take it back!” Percy shrieked.

“You’ll come up? All done for tonight?”

“Yes, yes, I swehear!

Satisfied, Oliver halted his tickling and smoothed his hands up and down Percy’s back as the boy flopped against Oliver’s chest, boneless and breathless, still giggling lightly. Oliver reached down to straighten Percy’s glasses, chuckling himself when the boy initially flinched with a giggle at the approaching hand. “If I fail any of my assignments,” Percy managed between breaths, “it’s all your fault. Plus, I’ll make sure you get detention.”

Oliver laughed and kissed the crown of Percy’s head. “If you fail any of your assignments, I’ll resign as Quidditch captain.” This made Percy giggle again, much to Oliver’s joy. “We would have riots on our hands, Wood. So you had better make sure to help me study more tomorrow.”

“Anything you say, prefect.”

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Happy Valentine’s Day y’all!!!

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Uuuhh! I Love the Candy Heart Valentin Event! I Love your blog! Because of your encouraged words I like to try and send my first request:

💜 Hot Stuff: “Come over here and make me!” with Lee!Suga & Ler!Daichi (romantic)

Have a wonderful day 🤗

{Candy Hearts are officially CLOSED!}

Oh man, how I missed these two! They're married in my heart, y'all! I've gotcha covered, friend! :D Thank you so much for the kind words friend!

Hot Stuff- "Come over here and make me!"

“Koshi, get over here!”

“Come over here and make me!” The setter laughed, a foot or two away from his husband. They were watching a movie when Sugawara decided to be silly. When Daichi got up to stretch, he boldly grabbed a handful of ass.

Now he was running for the hills, avoiding the fate he invited on himself from his fuming husband. “Don’t make me come over there- I can and will reach you faster than you expect.”

“Oo, fun! Are you gonna knock over the plant like last time too?”

Daichi clicked his tongue. Sugawara smiled and feinted left. The brunette charged him.

“Whoa- hold up now-AH!” Sugawara yelped as he was tackled, lifted off the ground and into the arms of his beloved husband. “Sahahwa, wahahhait!”

“Wait, nothing! This is what you get!” Daichi snickered as he kissed his cheek, dropping him into the couch like a sack of potatoes. He quickly vaulted over, pinning him down and tickling his sides with reckless abandon. “Tickle tickle tickle!”

“AH! Ahehahahahhaa, Saahhawahahhaha!” Sugawara flopped this way and that, laughing helplessly beneath him. He tried to grab his face, his neck- his shoulders- anything! “Dohohohn’t tihihihickle mehehehhe!”

“Why not? You had no problem getting handsy with me!” Daichi laughed as he moved to Sugawara’s belly, making him arch and squeal. “The punishment fits the crime!”

“Yohohohou liihihihked it!”

“That’s besides the point.” Daichi clicked his tongue, cheeks pink. He pinched along Sugawara’s various tickle spots until he was red faced and teary, finally stopping when he tapped out. “Had enough?”

“Ehehehe..hehhhehe..yehehah. Yehehaha, I’m ghohohod.” Sugawara ran a hand over his eyes, smiling when Daichi leaned in to kiss him. It was sweet and swift.“I lohove you, Sawamura.”

“I love you too, Koshi. Even when you’re a pain in my ass. Literally.” The grey haired man cackled, and Daichi fell into him just as giggly.

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May I request Lee!Ron with ler!Hermione? <3 If not that's okay! And may I say- Your art is absolutely amazinggg! <333 Iloveit!!

Just so you know, I love the fact that in the books Ron is described as tall... I hope I remember that correctly.

and thanks for your kind words ^^

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Discoveries and Desperation

(I saw after I sent that ask that ur always taking submissions! here u go :) also… sorry about that title but that’s as good as ive got lol)

thanks so much for submitting, this is super cute! x ~raspberry

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Remus was lying in his four-poster reading Advanced Rune Translation when Sirius slouched through the door. Sirius had a split second to admire how studious yet disheveled Remus was looking before he flopped down on top of him, knocking the book aside.

“Oof. How was Quidditch practice?”

“I’m tired,” Sirius whined. “James made us do that sprint thing seven times because of the Slytherin match. I want to take a nap.”

“Okay,” said Remus. “I’m just working on this essay, you can nap-”

“No, you have to nap with me.”

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Thank you so much for commissioning me ,sweetheart. You were so patient and understanding since the beginning 🥺❤️❤️

Thank you so much. Your support is very important to me, @otomiyaa ⚘️💓✨️

I'm back (kind of), and since February 7, it's ppy's 2 years birthday party, I'm gonna think about an event! What do you guys think about creating an oc together and wreaking them afterward?

Also, I'm taking commissions again!

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Tickletober Day 9: Ganged Up On

(yes almost all of my tickletober stuff so far has Fall themes. got a problem with that? shit’s on-brand, mmkay?

this one goes out to my fave who doesn’t get enough love: Ron)

Fandom: Harry Potter

Characters: Ron, Fred, George, Harry

“Piss off!”

“Give it up, Ronnikins!”

“We got you now!”

Stupid legs! Stupid awkward growth! Ron hadn’t bulked up juuust quite yet, but his limbs were all hanging and too long, so he looked and moved odd. They most certainly did not help when he was decidedly not trying to be clumsy while running away from his brothers and an eager Harry behind them. 

“Get off–Fred!” Ron almost whined but it came off as more of a surprised crack in his voice when Fred hooked an arm around his waist to keep him from running. He fought Fred off, but as soon as he stumbled into his room, George and Fred tumbled in right after him and threw themselves at him. They collapsed onto the floor in a very messy pile, Ron throwing out protests and curses the whole time. 

“He’s quite the fighter,” good old Chosen Boy Harry decided to say from the doorway, smiling. 

“Oh, he gets even better!” George chided as he goosed Ron’s lower ribs when Fred basically had their younger brother in a headlock that trapped his hands up, as well.

“No! Don’t! C’mon, just-just bugger off–” a sort-of elephant noise was squeezed out from Ron’s tightly shut lips when he clammed up all of a sudden. It was like a balloon about to let out air. George had started to rub his knuckles right in between Ron’s ribs, harsh and precise. Ron kicked out violently, twisting in a way Harry didn’t think was safe for him to do. And then he laughed. Harry beamed. He’d never been able to get Ron this good before because the guy just didn’t seem to be that ticklish. And Ron would turn it on Harry at a moment’s notice. 

“Like a fish on a hook, eh?”

“More like worm on a hook, Freddie.”

“Ahh, you’re right.”

As George moved down towards Ron’s knees, where Harry assumed he was trying to pin his wildly thrashing legs, Fred had maneuvered one free arm out to keep playing Ron’s ribs like a piano, digging in and out of bone. Each new poke sent a piercing shriek from Ron into the air. But Harry noticed that George wasn’t sitting idle. He was taking a simple thumb and forefinger from each hand and pincering the meat of Ron’s kneecaps. Harry shuddered, not imagining how that would be feeling on still developing teenage knees. 

“Stohohop! Stop! Frehed–George!” Ron babbled a bit before he laughed some more, frantic and manic. Then he peeked through his teary eyes and yelled out his first, “Harry!”

Hearing his name shook Harry from whatever tickle hell he was picturing in his mind and he looked at Ron’s red face beneath the mop of red hair. He smiled softly now, pitifully.

“Oi, he’s got a point. Harry, why don’t you come and join us?” Fred encouraged.

“We’ve got a doozy for ya, Harry,” George added, leaning back to scribble his digits along Ron’s socked soles. Ron snorted that time. 

“What shall I do?” Harry asked the twins, playing into the game, as knelt by Ron’s side. 

“Ronnikins quite loves raspberries. Don’t you, Ickle Bickle Wonnikins?” Fred reached around and pinched Ron’s cheek. Ron shook his head, and when that didn’t work, tried to bite at Fred’s fingers.

Harry showed the purest lopsided grin as he looked from twin to twin and then to Ron. Poor Ron. Adorable Ron. 

“H-Harry,” Ron’s voice cracked and sounded so airy and high-pitched, “You don’t have to listen to them, you know.”

There was a pause. Neither twin even made a quip.

“I know, Ron,” Harry finally answered, like he was on his friend’s side and repenting all he let the twins do to him, “I want to do this,” and he shoved Ron’s sweater up, Fred hooked Ron’s arms even tighter in his own grip, and Harry blew a very sloppy raspberry onto Ron’s pale belly. 

Ron cackled. He was beside himself with laughter. It jumped, it dove, it turned into quick spurts of gasps and splutters. It was a chorus all in one person. 

By the end of Harry’s fifth raspberry, he and the twins were laughing right along with Ron. It was all too hilarious not to laugh. And the twins loosened their grip, and Harry politely pulled Ron’s thick sweater back down over his stomach. 

Ron was too red and out of breath to even come up with insults. He would murder them, he really bloody would. But seeing and hearing the lot of them laughing, not as much at him as with him, well… it just made him smile. 

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OOH OOH OOH could you do Sirius tickling Remus please! Maybe like Remus is somehow annoying Sirius and Sirius is like "stooop" and Remus is like "make me" and then you know what comes next

I hope this fits the profile of Remus being annoying! (In Sirius’ mind it does.) x

“No.”

“Please?”

“No, Sirius.”

“Come on Moony, don’t be such a bore.”

Remus set down him quill and turned to stare with narrowed eyes at Sirius, who gazed wide-eyed back, legs of his chair tipped back as he tossed a ball - that he’d no doubt nicked from James - into the air. Remus sighed. “Sirius. I’m not going to go for a walk with you. I’m not going to harass the giant squid with you. I’m not going to go flying with you, and I’m not going to play ‘a quick game’ of Quidditch with you. I don’t even play Quidditch. I’m not going to let the fact that you’re bored distract me from my studying.” He picked his quill back up and resumed note-taking, paying no attention to Sirius’ pouting expression.

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well 🧍‍♀️ as a reminder this blog is NOT a safe space for trump supporters but it IS a safe place for women, queers, trans ppl, people of color, undocumented people, and any marginalized group.

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CONGRATS on the followers! I am a lurker myself--sometimes I am theatre!anon & on n's blog I'm Remyloving!anon...but if I can still send you a drabble prompt: Remus/Sirius, wrestling!

It is most certainly alright for you to have sent me this prompt! :) Drabbles as promised (even though no one gave me fic recs…) and I’ll see how many I’ll be able to get done today. Oh, how I’ve missed my laptop.

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“We’re too old for this,” Remus says, letting out a breathless laugh as he pins one of Sirius’ wrists to the ground above his head. His boyfriend grins back and swiftly flips them over, trapping Remus on the floor beneath him.

“You’re only saying that because I’m winning,” he teases, gripping each of Remus’ wrists in his hands. “It might behoove you to give up now.”

“I didn’t know you were capable of using such complex words as - no, Sirius that’s cheheheatihing!” Remus exclaims, bursting into giggles as the dark-haired boy buries his face in Remus’ throat. “You ahahahass, stohohop!”

“Mmmm, no.” Sirius nuzzles deeper into Remus’ neck, long hair tickling the sensitive skin. “However, I will accept your unconditional surrender.”

Remus can feel the other boy’s grin against his neck, and as Sirius purposefully pokes his nose underneath Remus’ chin he laughs harder. “Fihihine, I surrender! Just stohohop-”

With a chuckle Sirius pulls away and rolls off of Remus before sitting up and pulling him into his lap. “I win,” he says smugly, kissing the shell of Remus’ ear.

Remus huffs out a laugh. “Alright then, what exactly do you win?”

Sirius plants another kiss, this time on his neck. “You.”

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Sup bitches im back

Been a hot sec since I've written but I'm trying to get back on track, trust me. I've been thinking of writing some dorlene cause I've got a decent idea but we'll see 🤷‍♀️ but for now here's a super short wolfstar fic

So yeah enjoy

Throughout the time that Sirius and Remus' relationship was kept a secret the two rarely found time alone together.

But in the rare moments that the pair were alone, those memories were very dear to Remus. They would usually sneak off to an vacant broom closet or their dorm, when it was empty.

Recently, it was getting harder and harder to keep this intimacy a secret. This time the couple was in a far off closest that was simi-filled with cleaning supplies that Filch had probably used in the past, but forgot about.

Sirius had said the it was one of their most cliché hiding places and Remus was inclined to agree, though, most of their hiding places were cliché.

Sirius sniffed the air as he and Remus clambered into the small space. It smelled like dust and old soap.. and something that smelled like Kreatcher.

He soon forgot about the smell when Remus started kissing him though. He loved it when Remus initiated it, showing that he was as excited as Sirius was.

Sure he had a broom digging into his shoulder blade, but he was snogging Remus Lupin so it was worth it.

His hands started to travel, no longer holding onto Remus' hair but gliding downwards. His hands stopped at Remus' belt loops, using them to pull Remus closer so that their bodies were pressed together.

His hands went down a little further to rest on Remus' hips. Soon his mouth was trailing down too, his kisses going from Remus' mouth to his lip to his chin to his jaw. Sirius' hands automatically squeezed Remus' hips as he started kissing underneath his jaw.

Remus yelped and grabbed Sirius' hands. Sirius immediately pulled back, looking up at Remus. He hoped he hadn't hurt him.

"Are you okay?" Sirius immediately asked, worry in his voice.

"Yeah, I'm fine." Remus said, holding Sirius' hands. "You just tickled me accidentally, it's alright."

"What? Where?" Sirius laughed. This had happened a few times before and every time Sirius couldn't help but chuckle about it.

"Just my hip and a little bit on my jaw-" Remus interrupted himself with a laugh when Sirius squeezed his hip again. "Stohop that!"

"I swear, you get more and more ticklish every day." Sirius grinned at Remus who had grabbed his hands again.

"I do not." Remus retorted.

"You really do." Sirius kissed Remus' jaw again.

"Stop." Remus leaned his head away.

"Can't help it, you're just too cute to not mess with." Sirius smirked when Remus eyerolled.

As they went on Sirius may or may not have squeezed Remus' hips on purpose just to hear his breath hitch. Remus was too shy to say he didn't fully mind it.

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