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Adult Transgender Legislative Risk Map, November 2024

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when you don’t say “i love you” back to bakugou.

Bakugou says, “I love you,” every time he’s about to leave the house without you. It’s something that he got from his father, and to put it simply, he got influenced.

He’s about to finish putting on his hero gear. His gauntlets were already in place, his boots laced, and his mask pushing his hair away from his face—kind of like how he wore it during high school whenever it wasn’t necessary to wear it properly.

And there you were, sitting cross-legged on the floor without a care in the world.

Books were scattered around you in piles, organized by some system only you seemed to understand. You were focused as you murmured to yourself quietly, comparing sizes, genres, and authors, completely absorbed in your task of organizing the living room’s bookshelf.

“I’m heading out.”

“Mmhm,” you replied absentmindedly, holding up two books and tilting your head as if the slight angle would help you decide which belonged on the top shelf.

Bakugou frowned, his brow twitching. “Oi, did you hear me?”

“Yes, yes,” you said, still not looking at him. “Be careful, Katsuki.”

He let out a huff, running a hand through his hair. He was used to you getting lost in your little projects, but this felt different (were you playing a prank on him?). He stepped closer, crouching down beside you to meet your eye level. “Don’t overwork yourself while I’m gone,” he said, softer this time.

“I won’t.”

Still not looking at him. Unbelievable.

To Bakugou, it felt like being thrown through a building and back—and he wasn’t even exaggerating because it actually happened to him once! And he could definitely conclude that the feeling’s similar when you’re ignoring (not paying that much attention to) him.

Bakugou watched you for a moment longer, his eyes narrowing slightly before he sighed. “I love you,” he murmured, his tone quieter.

“Uh-huh. Have a good day at work.”

Just as Bakugou was about to stand back up, he blinked, the words sinking in slowly. His brow furrowed as the realization hit him—he’s so confused.

You didn’t say it back.

“What the hell?” he muttered, more to himself than to you—because you didn’t even hear him.

He huffed, taking the book you were inspecting as he let your hands fall on his arms instead.

“Hey.”

“Hm?” you glanced at him, your expression innocent as if nothing unusual had happened.

“You didn’t say it back,” he said, his tone sharp, though there was a hint of disbelief beneath the irritation.

The audacity you had. After almost always saying “I love you” to him to the point where Bakugou realized he couldn’t go on his day without hearing it, you decide to not say it now?

What’s next? You’re going to tell him you want a divorce? He’s overreacting, he thinks.

“Say what back?”

He clenched his jaw, his cheeks flushing faintly. “I said I love you, dumbass.”

Realization dawned on your face, followed by a sheepish smile. That smile—the one that managed to win him over—it’s so infectious it might as well be a cause of an epidemic.

“Oh! Katsuki, I’m sorry. I was distracted.”

“Tch,” he muttered, looking away from you. “Yeah, I noticed.”

You leaned closer to where he was crouching, squeezing his forearm softly, your touch light and apologetic. “You know I love you too, right?”

He side-eyed you, his scowl deepening, though it was clear his annoyance was fading.

“Doesn’t count if I gotta remind you,” Bakugou grumbled—almost pouting.

Your laughter bubbled out, so familiar that Bakugou was reminded where his home is, as you then held his face gently—then squishing his cheeks so that his lips are puckered. “I’m sorry,” you said, your voice warm and teasing. “I’ll make sure to say it next time, promise.”

“Better keep thath promish,” he muffled out.

“I will,” you assured him, loosening your hold as you gave him a soft kiss on the lips. Strawberry-flavored chapstick, one of Bakugou’s favorites whenever you kiss him.

“I love you, Katsuki.”

He tried to maintain his frown, but the corner of his mouth twitched upward as you kissed him once more. “You better.”

“Now go save the day, my hero.”

With a sigh, Bakugou leaned away from you, his posture reluctant to even leave you. He made his way to the door, pausing to glance over his shoulder one last time. You were looking at him, blowing him lots of kisses with the emphasized “mwah!”

“Don’t get so caught up in your books that you forget I exist,” he tells you.

You smiled, nodding along. “Never.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too! Text me when you get to your agency; love you lots!” That’s better.

As he closed the door behind him, Bakugou shook his head, muttering to himself, “Ignored for some damn books. Unbelievable.”

Still, despite his grumbling, the faint smile on his face said he wasn’t really mad.

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Can't believe they banned tiktok for a couple hours just so they could unban it and encourage everyone to put Trump's dick right up their assholes and moan about it

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pretty boy

*ੈ✩ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: ethan landry x reader

*ੈ✩ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: drinking/drunk characters, slightly very suggestive ending, no spoilers :)

*ੈ✩ 𝐚/𝐧: he is so babygirl

you’re on his lap, hands lost in his hair, his twitching around your waist.  your teeth clash as you’re desperately pulling at each other to get as much contact as possible. his lips still taste like cheap vodka, and you’re sure yours tastes the same; through all his noise, you can still hear the party raging on only a few floors down. 

you pull away to catch your breath, and your fingers are gently tracing the edges of ethans face. he’s nearly panting, his breathing always gets so husky when he’s making out with you.

ethan moved to bring your lips to his, but you’re gently pushing on his shoulders. 

“no, no—stop,” you whisper, cradling his face in your hands. “lemme just…look at you.”

you’re drunk. you’re really drunk. and as much as you want to kiss him, an even greater part of you just wants to look at him. 

you trace his features; the soft wrinkles on his forehead, his prominent brow bone, the slight bags beneath his eyes and the almost invisible freckles just below them. you obsess over them. 

“what are you doing?” ethan slurs, trying to escape your grasp. 

“you’re pretty…” you’re mumbling to yourself. even through ethan’s silent protests you’re worship every detail of his face. 

“you’re drunk.” he retaliates while you gently thumb his cheekbones. 

“yeah, but i’m also right.” you scoff, grabbing ethans chin and yanking him towards you, rewarding him with a soft kiss on his cheek. 

but you quickly return to mapping his skin, murmuring soft praise that even you weren’t aware of. 

but ethan was. he was very, very aware of it. 

“s’pretty,” your words slur together, coming out as soon as you’re able to think them. 

“did you know that? y’so pretty ethan…” you’re gently running your thumbs along his lips, and ethan’s eyes are locked on yours. 

“pretty boy…my pretty boy…” your fingers reach his neck and you trace the edges of ethans adams apple. you admire the way it hitches when you compliment him. 

“you’re not too bad yourself,” he replies, nervously, and after nearly a minute of silence on your part. if you were only half as drunk as you were now, you might’ve been able to catch that gap, and pieced together that ethan almost definitely had to hype himself up to say something like that. 

“oh yeah?” you straighten your back and your hands finally stop: one palm pressing into his chest, the other resting at the crook of his neck. you finally meet ethan’s gaze through glassy and half-lidded eyes.

you can feel his heart pounding beneath your fingertips. 

you pull his lips to yours and ethan melts in the kiss. it’s nothing like the tooth and tongue from mere moments ago. it’s soft, languid, as if you have all the time in the world. 

but unfortunately, and rather obviously, you don’t. 

ethan had just finally worked up the courage to slide a hand under the hem of your shirt when the door swings open. 

ah. it’s chad. and he’s so clearly, visibly, ostensibly drunk. 

“yo someone just brought, like, three fucking keggers. i don’t give a shit about what you guys are doing you have got to get down here!”

at least he has the common courtesy to close the door behind him.  

you look back to ethan, his warm hands firm on your waist, those dilated puppy dog eyes looking up at you. 

“you’re not going anywhere.” he murmurs firmly, pressing his lips to your skin. “especially not after calling me all those names.”

and yeah, maybe you’ll miss out on the best kegger this university will ever have, but at least you could say you were fucking your boyfriend instead. 

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DESPERATELY need to see your take on poly wolfstar smut. sorry if thats too broad but youre an amazing writer and i just need to see you bring it to life.

had me at poly wolfstar 🫡

LOCKJAW | poly!wolfstar

feat. poly!wolfstar x fem!reader

CW: MDNI 18+, no plot just smut. oral, piv, dirty talk, cursing, softdom!Remus, switch!Sirius

AN: bc I can't get the damn tiktok audio out of my head

Sirius was draped face down across your lap, nuzzling into the crease of your hip while his hands kneaded your thighs.

“Sirius, quit squirming,” you huffed, lifting your book to glare down at him.

“Can't get comfy,” he mumbled, lifting the hem of your shirt to bury his nose into your skin, the tip of it like an ice cube.

“Sirius! Merlin, you're a handful,” you rolled your eyes and looked towards Remus for assistance. He was stretched on the other end of the bed, watching the two of you over his own book. Sirius’ feet were in his lap, tucked between his thighs for warmth.

Remus tsked under his breath, pinching Sirius’ calf and earning an annoyed grunt. “Leave her alone, Pads. She has an exam tomorrow.”

“But I love heeeerrrr,” Sirius whined, clutching you tighter. “Smells s’good,” he hummed.

Remus shook his head, giving you an apologetic look. “Sorry, dove. I tried.”

Sirius had been a needy, pouting wretch all day. You woke up with his morning wood digging into your stomach, his hips twitching in his sleep as soft, mumbled moans dripped like honey from his lips. Any other morning, you would have taken full advantage of your drowsy, wanton boyfriend, but when you checked Rem’s watch on the side table, you realized the three of you were about to late to Charms…again.

And later in class, Sirius seemed incapable of focusing, every spare scrap of attention he had devoted to you or Remus, or both of you. Studying your hands as you wrote, groping beneath your robes to squeeze your flesh, nuzzling into your necks, whining pitifully in your ears. He even pulled you into his lap during Potions, his boner pressed against your uncovered heat for a dizzying, thrilling moment, before Slughorn kicked him out for being a nuisance.

At dinner, Sirius was practically eating out of your hands, desperate for even a little contact, an ounce of physical touch. By then, you and Remus had put together what was ailing your poor boy and started to play along, keying him up even further only to deny him the smallest satisfaction.

You fed Sirius grapes, bits of bread and cheese, but wouldn't let his lips touch your fingers. Remus rested a hand on Sirius’ lower thigh, tracing the bones of his knee through the hole in his jeans, but didn't dare twitch a finger higher, no matter how much Sirius whined and squirmed. You'd even given Remus a full kiss when you'd returned to the common room, tugging at his lower lip with your teeth the way you knew Sirius liked, but only gave Sirius a chaste peck, leaving him dumbstruck at the bottom of the stairs.

If you didn't relieve him soon, you feared he might combust.

You glanced up at Remus again, and he caught your eye. “Ready?” You mouthed, and Remus nodded with a sly smirk.

With deft fingers, Remus started massaging Sirius' feet and calves, increasing the pressure until Sirius was moaning against your skin, going languid in your lap with a pleased hum.

“That feel good, baby?” You cooed, running your fingers through Sirius hair. “Rem is so good with his hands, isn't he?”

Sirius nodded, his hips twitching into the mattress as Remus worked higher, pushing his thumbs up the back of Sirius' thighs in a straight line

“So tense, pet,” Remus hummed.

“Because you cunts have been torturing me all day,” he huffed, but it was toothless, softened by the breathless edge of his voice.

“Torturing you? I would never do such a thing,” you pouted, feigning indignation.

Sirius nipped at your hip before laving his tongue over the sting. “I know you felt me this morning,” he chastised, pulling down the waistband of your skirt to kiss along your hips.

“Yeah, I felt we were all going to get detention for being late to Charms,” you said, trying to ignore the blooming heat between your legs from his touch.

“Would've been worth it,” he grumbled.

“You’re right, maybe you wouldn't have been such a needy brat all day.” Remus tickled the bottom of Sirius foot and he yelped, flipping over onto his back to try and bat Remus away, but you held down his shoulders, keeping his upper body in your lap.

“You can't let him get away with—oh fuck,” Sirius' complaint was interrupted by Remus gliding his fingers between Sirius’ thighs, caressing over the thick ridge in his pajamas bottoms.

“You want me to stop him?” You asked, batting your lashes, and Sirius shook his head side to side vigorously, his hair falling across his face.

“Don't you dare stop,” he whined, canting his hips into Remus' palm.

“Poor thing,” Remus cooed, trailing his finger through the puddle of precum bleeding through the fabric of Sirius' pants. “Been suffering all day at the hands of our beautiful girl.”

You scoffed, unable to stop the grin rising on your lips. “Me? You were the one that wore that slutty little sweater vest.”

“It was temperate today! You were the one that conveniently forgot underwear this morning,” Remus shot back, winking at you.

“You what?” Sirius squawked, jolting upright to glare at you. “And you didn't tell me?!”

You shrugged, toying with the hem of your skirt. “Didn't think it was relevant.”

Sirius gaped at you and Remus snickered. “That is the meanest thing you've ever said to me,” Sirius said, clutching his heart. “Like you don't even know me.”

Remus shifted to lay between Sirius' legs, licking a stripe up his cock over his pants, distracting him from his tirade. Sirius collapsed back onto the bed with a moan, and you slipped off the edge of it before he trapped you beneath him again.

“Oh, we know you well enough, Pads,” Remus chuckled, mouthing at the head of his cock. “Don't we, dove?”

You nodded, stroking Sirius’ hair out of his face while Remus toyed with him. His eyes were half-lidded, cheeks flushed, fisting the quilt beneath him.

“Rem, don't tease me,” he whined, the muscles along his abdomen tight with the strain of keeping still.

“But you like it,” Remus said matter-of-factly. “That's why you kept up with whiny puppy-dog thing instead of just asking.”

Sirius huffed, looking at you for help, his green eyes pleading.

“We love you, Sirius,” you said, bending down to kiss his forehead. “And if you need something, just ask, yeah?”

“We're here to make you happy,” Remus added, dragging down his waistband of Sirius' pants to kiss along his hip bones.

“Just need you two,” Sirius panted, reaching for you while Remus licked up the smear of precum along his pelvis. “Please, baby.”

You unzipped your skirt and let it fall to the floor, showing Sirius the drooling, sticky mess between your legs that his desperation inspired, and he groaned, his pupils dilating instantly.

Remus chuckled. “Look how hard that made him, darling. Making a mess of himself,” he teased, though his eyes were locked between your legs too while his tongue traced over the root of Sirius. Another flush of arousal made you pussy throb, and Sirius practically whimpered.

“If you don't bring that sweet pussy over here now,” Sirius warned, grabbing you by the hip to tug you closer.

As soon as you kneeled back onto the bed, he yanked you over his face, throwing one leg on either side of his head so you were facing Remus, who had paused his own work to watch you through heavy lashes.

Sirius immediately laved his tongue through your soaked slit, a deep rumble of satisfaction reverberating from his chest when you cried out, bucking against his tongue.

“This what you wanted, pet?” Remus said, spitting on Sirius' cock and stroking it with his fist. “To be smothered by us?”

You felt Sirius nod, his tongue fucking into your sloppy channel with ruthless, hungry precision, his fingers digging into the meat of your ass to spread you open. Syrupy thick pleasure pulsed through you, making your toes curl and your head fall back while he drank from you, fiendish as a vampire.

“Take your blouse off, pretty girl. Let me see you,” Remus instructed, using his thumb to massage under the head of Sirius' cock, making him whine and twitch beneath you.

You obliged, fingers clumsy as your arousal deepened. You tossed your blouse off the bed, followed quickly by your bra, and Sirius’ hands immediately shot up to grope and paw at your chest.

Delicious, spiralling heat surged through you when he tweaked your nipples, his tongue moving to circle your clit, his nose pressed against your entrance. Sirius was a master with his mouth, and his eagerness only made him more merciless in the hunt for your release.

You leaned forward, resting on your forearms on either side of Sirius' hips, and licked a stripe up his cock, tasting the heady combination of Sirius and Remus' drool.

Sirius cried out, his hips bucking up at the unexpected contact, and you giggled, repeating the motion.

“I c-can't take both of you—” his protest fractured when Remus licked along his base, your mouth suckling the head, and his cock gave a hard lurch as more blood rushed south. “Fucking saints, so good.” He dove back into your pussy, sucking your clit between his teeth and lashing it with his tongue, payback for your dirty tricks.

You cried out, spine arching as he devoured you and you felt your peak start to build, a steady stacking of pleasure that grew more precarious, more overwhelming, by the second.

“You're perfect,” Remus hummed in appreciation, lifting from Sirius’ cock to give you a messy kiss, his tongue tracing your lips before licking into your mouth, making you loose your breath.

After a few moments, and a whine in protest from Sirius, Remus broke the kiss and turned his attention back to your needy boyfriend, finally taking all of him into his mouth with a smooth, practiced swallow.

“Merlin, Moony, fuck,” Sirius grunted. “So tight.”

You combed your fingers through Remus' hair as he sucked Sirius, earning a sweet hum from your sandy haired love.

“You're perfect too, Remy,” you cooed, trying to distract yourself from your mounting orgasm. “My beautiful boy.” You kissed along his jaw, feeling the tension and tremble as he worked Sirius deeper into his throat. You saw his hips twitch, his hands fisting the sheets. “Finish him off and then you can fuck me just how you like. How's that sound?” You purred in his ear and he groaned, creating a domino effect of moans as the vibrations worked through each of you.

You felt two fingers prod at your entrance and you keened, feeling Sirius sink to the knuckle and scissor your open with his long fingers.

“Shit, Siri,” you whined, rocking back into his hand while his tongue lashed your swelling bud.

“Want you to come all over my face, darling. Taste so good, need—fuck—need it so bad,” he mumbled against your sex, lapping at the creamy mess his fingers coaxed from you.

You rested your head on Sirius’ hip, watching Remus gag on his length through a rosy haze, the combined stimulus making your mind you fuzzy, your heart pound. It was too much, an onslaught of erotic sensation, and your body was pulling apart at the seams, nerves fracturing under the strain—

You came with a scream, trying to muffle the sound into Sirius’ skin as you shattered, a gush of moisture surging from you at the intensity. You were rendered matterless, a floating speck of dust, drifting on the current of the stars.

Sirius grunted beneath you, his muscles tensing in a wave, and he bucked hard into Remus' throat, the root of his cock pulsing as he came a heartbeat after you.

Remus took it all in stride, milking Sirius with his mouth while petting your hair as you came down, tethering you both to the earth.

When you were finished, you slumped sideways onto the bed, panting and slightly shaky from the intensity of it all. Sirius rested his cheek on your thigh, breathing labored and eyes closed, his face shining with your slick.

Remus pulled off of him with a pop. “Worth the wait, Pads?” Remus asked, kissing along Sirius’ thighs.

Sirius shook his head. “We could have done that at least three times since this morning, but noooo—”

You swatted his stomach and he chuckled, nipping at the tender skin of your inner thigh. You glanced up at Remus, who was watching the two of you with so much affection it made your heart twist.

“Come here, baby,” you murmured, and Remus leaned over, capturing your lips in an airy, open-mouthed kiss that stoked the dwindling fire in your belly. You could taste Sirius on his tongue and it made your head swim, your thighs clench.

“Think our girl is ready for more, Moony,” Sirius said, untangling himself from the two of you and stepping off the bed to retrieve something.

“Is she?” Remus asked, flipping himself around and bundling you into his arms, raining kisses over your face, neck, chest and making you giggle. “What say you, my love?”

“Please, Rem?” You whined, grabbing at his cock nestled between your bodies, already rock solid and hot to the touch.

“Oh, suddenly she's polite,” Sirius scoffed, swatting your ass as he climbed back into bed.

Remus chuckled, kissing you one more time before passing you into Sirius’ arms. You snuggled into Sirius’ chest, kissing along his tattoos, loving your two boyfriends so much you could hardly breathe around the fullness in your chest.

“Hi, dolly,” Sirius hummed, drawing you up by the chin for featherlight kiss. “Ready to get fucked out of you mind?”

At the same moment, Remus lifted your hips until you rested on your knees. Face down on Sirius chest, ass up. Sirius adjusted his legs so your feet were pinned beneath them, and Remus grabbed your wrists to fasten them with Sirius’ tie behind your back, seamless in the only the way the two of them could be. Like they shared the same, filthy mind.

It made your cunt clench around nothing, your knees weak beneath you, desire pumping thick and sludgy through your blood.

“Oh fuck,” you moaned, squirming in their hold until you felt the head of Remus' cock tap against your still-sensitive clit.

“Shh, there's our sweet girl. Rem’s gonna get his now, okay? Can you do that for him? Take it like a good little slut?” Sirius asked, petting your hair and smoothing a hand over one of your trembling legs.

You nodded, burrowing into Sirius' neck to ground you. “I'll be good,” you answered, and both boys cooed in approval.

Remus brushed his lips along your spine, still teasing your clit with his cock. “You always are, precious,” he murmured, straightening. “Just try not to wake the entire castle.”

In one, brutal thrust, Remus slammed into you, his hips slapping against your ass with a definitive smack. You cried out, the sound barely muffled by Sirius’ skin, as pleasure streaked beneath your skin, frying the last functioning neurons in your brain. The maelstrom of feeling only increased as he fucked into you, ruthless and rutting.

“Fuck, Moony. Look at our girl, takin’ it so well. Aren't you, darling?” Sirius caressed your cheek, dropping a kiss into your hair.

“Yes—mmph—fuck, so big,” you mewled, fingers tensing around the tie securing your wrists, your whole body desperate to move and release some of the compounding energy that was drowning you alive.

“So fucking tight, Pads. Squeezin’ the hell out of me,” Remus grunted, his grip almost painfully tight on your hips. But you barely registered it, completely awash in the seizing, spiraling ecstasy taking over your body, dragging you closer and closer to the edge.

“You wanna come around our boy? Let him stuff that greedy little pussy full?” Sirius reached beneath you, his middle finger finding your clit like it was magnetized to it. “Absolutely dripping wet for us. Fuck me,” he praised, removing his hand to steal a taste before returning to massage quick, tight circles around the puffy bud.

“Please, please, please,” you chanted, fucking back into Remus as you chased your high, feeling him hit every angle, every inch of your stretched out cunt.

“Go on, dove. Come for us,” Remus gruffed, reaching forward to fist your hair and pull your head up, your cries of ecstasy ripping through the air.

Sirius grinned, kissing the tears as they rolled down your cheeks. “So fucking beautiful,” he said, his free hand wrapping around your throat. “Let go, love.”

And you did, your orgasm slamming into you like a branch of the Whomping Willow, knocking your soul out of your body and into the stars. You were nothing, everything, a mindless tangle of flesh and blood and feeling, the only tether you had was your boys hands on your body, Remus’ cock swelling and the scalding heat as he painted your insides.

You collapsed onto Sirius, breathless, boneless, so sensitive that even the brush of his hair was agony, the thump of his heart like a roaring train.

“Sh, sh, sweetheart, I’ve got you. You did so well, all done now, dolly. You were such a good girl for us,” Sirius shushed, his voice growing clearer as the fog lifted. You were crying, trembling in his arms as the pleasure worked itself out of your system. “She's alright, Rem,” you heard him say, and that was enough to bring you fully back to the present.

You turned to look at Remus, who was watching you with a worried crinkle in his brow, slumped against the pillows at the other end of the bed, chest heaving and sweat dripping down his scarred chest.

You wiggled out of Sirius' hold and threw yourself onto Remus, kissing him with a much strength as you could muster until you felt him smile.

“Didn't mean to be so rough with you,” he murmured, skimming your jaw with his thumb. “M’sorry.”

You shook your head, silencing him with another kiss. “I love you. That was amazing. You're amazing. If I wasn't 90% gelatin I'd tell you to do it again “

The boys chuckled, Sirius climbing up to lay beside you both. You settled into your usual sandwich, Remus wrapped around your back while you nuzzled into Sirius' front, his arms draped over the both of you, and your legs all tangled together.

“I need to shower,” you grumbled, feeling Remus' release trickle onto your thigh.

“No, you need a cuddle,” Sirius retorted, already sounding half asleep.

“I could get us into the Prefect bathroom,” Remus suggested, and Sirius snapped awake.

“Why didn't you say that sooner!” He cried, shoving you both towards the edge of the bed. “Let's go, you lazy asses!”

You and Remus groaned, but let Sirius drag you up and wrap you into your robes.

Looks like you'd be sleeping in tomorrow, too.

Thank you so much for reading!

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Professor McGonnagall: I am at a loss for words!

freeze frame, record scratch

Remus’ voiceover: Despite being at a loss for words, Professor McGonnagall proceeded to yell at us for the next 45 minutes.

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some of my favorite panels prt.1

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first time. (wolfstar)

@wolfstarkinktober2024 | 1792 words | smut | trans/nonbinary sirius | virgin remus

Remus had never done this before, and it was becoming very obvious.

He had fumbled with his buttons when Sirius asked him to take off his shirt, shaking fingers finding each one and trying to pull them apart. He swallowed, and then felt softer hands touch his, covering them and taking over his movements.

"Let me, darling." Sirius said softly, light eyes meeting Remus'. They comforted him immediately and he sighed, nodding in agreement.

Sirius knew what they were doing, just let them take the lead. Remus couldn't take his eyes away from Sirius' face, concentrating on the buttons, the small scrunch of their brow when one button didn't cooperate, the way their hair cascaded over their shoulders, then his eyes went lower and he caught the sight of the garter belt and his mouth went dry. He felt his breath hitch. When Sirius had first walked in wearing it he almost let his knees buckle underneath him. They looked breath taking, beyond anything he'd ever seen before, and Sirius wanted him. Why, he didn't know, but he would be stupid to question it right now. So instead he let Sirius undress him in silence, just allowing himself soft touches of their hip. It made them shiver and Remus smiled.

"I'm sorry about the scars." He whispered and Sirius shook their head.

"You have nothing to be sorry for. You're beautiful. Always have been." And they pushed the shirt from Remus' shoulders, letting it fall to the floor and expose his chest and arms. Remus wanted to cover up, cover up the frail, awkward body in front of Sirius' perfect one, but he held back. He didn't want to ruin the moment, not tonight. His insecurities could be ignored for tonight. He wanted this, he wanted it so bad it ached in the best way, and Sirius clearly did as well. Sirius smiled up at him and raised an eyebrow. "Jeans as well?" Remus took a moment of pause then nodded, watching Sirius reach down for his belt buckle.

Remus wondered if Sirius was just as desperate for this as he was, if they were just as horny and if their brain was fogged over with desire. He wanted to fall to his knees and bury his face between their thighs for hours, but he'd never done that before. He wouldn't be any good at it. Not yet, anyway. He wanted Sirius to tell him what they wanted, how they wanted it. He'd listen to every single instruction and follow it perfectly if it meant Sirius felt good and enjoyed themselves. That's all Remus wanted. He could care less if he came, even if his cock thought differently. They'd get to him eventually. Sirius, with Remus' jeans now undone, chuckled a little.

"You've been hiding this from me?" Their hand reached into the jeans and Remus' choked out an embarrassing noise as he was cupped through his boxers. He felt his mouth go dry as he tried to form words.

"I...I didn't think it was that impressive." Sirius shrugged.

"I like what I see so far. And what I feel. Come, love." Sirius took Remus' hand this time, and slowly led him to the bed. "I know you're nervous, but it's just me." Sirius told him in a soothing tone. Remus smiled.

"Sorry, I wish I wasn't nervous right now."

"I was my first time, it's okay. I'll make it feel so good, love." And Remus knew they were telling the truth. Sirius made everything better.

Remus sat on the edge of the bed and looked up at them with wide eyes as Sirius planted themselves in his lap, wrapping their arms around his neck and nuzzling their noses together. "You're safe with me, Moony. Always. Just try and relax."

They were kissing then, soft and slow and deep, just like Remus wanted. He had been told he was an amazing kisser by Sirius, but he feared that was a biased opinion. Either way, Sirius was sighing and rocking down against his bulge as they kissed and that's what mattered right now. Remus felt the wet heat between their legs and he moaned, hands going to their waist and keeping Sirius right where they were. Sirius moaned into his mouth and played with the soft curls at the nape of Remus' neck to make him tilt his head back. Sirius was on his neck in an instant, and Remus felt his hips buck up before he could stop them, and Sirius moaned.

"You love that, don't you?" Sirius fingers curled into Remus' hair as they sucked at the edge of his jaw, and Remus let out a strangled whine. "Good boy, just relax for me. Let yourself feel good with me." Sirius hips were still moving and Remus began to move his along with them. He wanted that friction to stay, that tug in his belly getting stronger as the minutes ticked by. Eventually, he was lying back on the bed with Sirius looming over him, and he stroked their cheek. Sirius, surprisingly, went red at that.

"You're so beautiful." Remus whispered, and Sirius nuzzled their cheek into his palm. "Can you...I want you to..." Remus' words escaped him and Sirius frowned a little

"What do you want, sweetheart? Tell me."

Remus swallowed and licked his lips, which Sirius' eyes followed. "I want you to sit on my face." Sirius suddenly bit their lip and tensed their thighs around Remus' hips.

"Are you sure? We can take it slow."

Remus nodded. "You'll still be in control, right? I'm just lying here." There was a whine from the back of Sirius' throat and they smiled.

"Okay. Lay back." And Remus did as he was told.

Sirius straightened their back and shimmied up his body, thighs settling on either side of Remus' head. They looked down at their boyfriend, seeing the lust in his eyes, and reached down to pull their lace underwear to one side. Sirius exhaled. "Hope you're hungry, my love." They purred, and the moment they were exposed they sank down. Remus stuck out his tongue on instinct, eyes locked on Sirius', and from the moment he felt the soft wetness he moaned. Loudly.

Sirius' breath hitched and they grabbed onto they headboard in front of them for stability. They had done this before, a couple times with other partners, but they had never been as sensitive as they were the first time feeling Remus' tongue against their clit. They bit their lip and watched, and felt, Remus start to explore them. His tongue was soft and curious, licking gently in circles to get used to it and to see if Sirius liked it.

Of course they did, Remus made them burn brighter than the sun and he had no idea. Sirius had only even been this nervous, this turned on, this confident and this desperate all at once for Remus Lupin. No one else even came close to comparing. And they never would.

Sirius gently rocked their hips down and moaned, their head tilting back as Remus seemed to get a little braver, using slow, long licks against their clit and between their folds. "There you go." Sirius nodded in encouragement, hands flexing against the headboard as Remus' tongue dipped inside for a fleeting second. "Oh fuck, can you do that again sweetheart?" Remus made a noise and moved his tongue back, and Sirius felt their eyes roll back into their head as Remus started to tongue fuck them, making them shiver and grind their hips down a little harder. "Remus, oh my god-" Their voice was higher pitched this time, more desperate, like they were begging.

Remus felt his own cock twitch in his jeans and his hands went to Sirius' thighs to ground himself. He didn't want to drop into a space he couldn't get out of, but Sirius' noises were making his brain go fuzzy. He kneaded their thighs and rolled his tongue before using his lips to suck gently at their clit, hoping that felt good as well. From the way Sirius suddenly pressed harder against him it must have. He watched their expressions change over time; that scrunched up face of pleasure to one more relaxed, filled with ecstasy. Remus was doing that to them, Remus was making them feel this good. He could have cum on the spot.

"Keep going, love. Don't stop." Sirius swallowed and finally opened their eyes again, looking down at him. "You're so good, baby. So good, holy shit." Their left hand moved from the headboard down to Remus' hair and they tugged with a lazy smile. "My good boy, doing so well." Remus whimpered and pushed his tongue inside them, catching Sirius off guard and making them whimper as well. "Right there, shit!" Sirius kept a firm hold on Remus' hair and started to fuck his face, rocking and squirming and almost bouncing at one point. They were already so close that it was torturous. No one had ever gotten them off from oral alone, and the idea of it being Remus was turning them on so much they could feel their slick between their thighs, coating Remus' mouth and chin. They tugged again, wanting Remus to look up at them.

"I'm gonna cum, okay? Do you want me to mo-" Sirius didn't even finished their sentence before feeling Remus latch onto their clit and start sucking. His hands wrapped around their thighs and Sirius cried out, covering their mouth so they didn't piss off the neighbours. "Baby-" Remus didn't say anything, just kept using his mouth to get them off, and Sirius starting moaning and whimpering louder and louder behind their hand, feeling their pussy pulse as Remus brought them right to the edge. "Please, please, please!"

Sirius threw their head back the the moment they started to cum but Remus kept them stable. He watched in awe as he felt Sirius cum on his tongue, feeling the wetness seep down his chin. His lashes fluttered, but he refused to let them close. He wanted this moment burnt into his brain, forever. He felt his start to throb uncomfortably in his jeans but he ignored it, moving his tongue and lips until his jaw burned, and only stopped when Sirius flopped over beside him, sitting there dazed and panting.

"You...you've never done that before?" They asked, clearly stunned. Remus just blushed and shook his head.

"No...was I okay?" Sirius let out a laugh and pushed some hair from their face.

"Baby, you've unlocked something dangerous." They suddenly got a look of hunger on their face and their eyes flickered to the very obvious bulge in Remus' jeans. Sirius grinned wickedly. "Your turn, sweet thing."

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if you dont eat the pizza crust you are weak and natural selection is coming for you

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Late to the trend

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Teddy and Papa

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baby marauders for the soul <3

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ya gotta stop caring what people think and start being extremely weird. but never cruel. i think that might save you

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hey issa, im so happy to see you’re back!! can i request steve fingering reader or reader giving him a bj to show off their new set of nails?? thanks, have a great day and take care always<33

Hi anon! I appreciate you so much for sending in a request!

New Set

Steve Harrington x fem!reader

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, NSFW, blow job, PIV, egregious description of nice nails

"You're not looking at them, Stevie," you whine, making sure your pout is clear in your voice since Steve has his arm thrown over his eyes and isn't looking at you.

"Baby, I can't look. I'll fucking cum."

You're on your knees between his thighs, one hand cupping his balls while the other strokes slowly up and down his throbbing cock. You swipe the flat of your tongue over his leaking tip and he moans.

"But you paid for them. They're so pretty. You have to look at them."

You're referring to your new set of nails. That morning Steve had sent you off with a kiss and a handful of twenties, telling you to treat yourself to a manicure. You'd gleefully run off to the salon and picked out the most brilliant shade of girly pink. A shade you knew would look perfect against the flushed skin of his cock. You were so certain of this that the minute you'd returned home, you hadn't let him so much as get up to greet you before you were rubbing a stiffness into the front of his pants and working towards proving your hypothesis.

And boy were you right.

The almond shaped nails did look beautiful against his quickly swollen length. Steve sputters as you take him fully into your mouth and squeeze your fingers around his base.

"Holy fucking shit."

"Look at me, Stevie."

You say it with your lips pressed to his tip, so the words come out muffled. However, Steve finally pulls his arm away from his face and looks down at you, his face screwed up as if in pain.

"Oh god." He sounds like he's in agony. And in many ways, he is. He wants to fuck the shit out of you, but he won't be able to do that if he cums in your mouth a few minutes after you started playing with him.

"They look good, right?" you ask proudly. Steve's eyes finally hone in on your hands. Your lithe fingers wrapping around his cock. Squeezing and twisting in an upward motion, made slick and irresistible by the lubrication of your saliva.

"Yeah. They look good." Steve's voice is all gravel and darkness. He reaches down and curls his hands around your upper arms. "Get up here now."

You do your best to shrug him off and pick up the speed of your fist on his cock, causing him to intake air sharply.

"No, I want to...thank you...for paying for my nails," you argue breathlessly between sucking pulls.

"You can thank me by bouncing up and down on my dick," Steve replies gruffly. You feel your pussy tighten around nothing at his statement. Your underwear is already soaked through, as it always is when you focus on his pleasure alone.

"I...well..."

Steve knows he's got you by the hesitation in your voice. Knows how much you can't resist the promise of grinding down on him and taking what you want from him as well.

"Stand up, baby."

You do as you're told and get up on shaky, half-numb legs. Steve reaches quickly under your skirt and pulls your sticky underwear down to your ankles. Without being asked to do so, you step out of the underwear and straddle Steve, one leg over each of his on the couch. The second your most intimate parts touch - both wet and throbbing - you and Steve gasp.

"Take off that top." Steve isn't asking. You love when he gets this way. Especially when he'd been basically a shaking mess only moments ago. The contrast does things to you and you whip your shirt off, and accompanying bra, like your life depends on it.

The look on Steve's face when he devours you with his eyes has you rutting against his cock. The shaft grinds against your clit, making you mewl. He grabs you by the hips and guides you up so you can sink down on his cock. You both groan and clutch at one another.

"You're so fucking wet," Steve practically growls.

"That's what happens when I have your cock in my mouth," you attempt to quip. It comes out shaky as you start to find a rhythm with your hips.

"Rather have my cock in your pussy."

"You tryna lodge complaints against my mouth?" you joke. Steve thrusts up deep inside of you as retaliation.

"Never. But fuck this is good."

You settle into a good rhythm and feel yourself begin to climb the mountain of pleasure pretty quickly. Steve, who knows all your tells, decides to up the ante.

"Show me."

You're almost dazed at this point, breathing heavy as you ride him hard.

"Huh?"

"The new set. Show me." Steve's brow is furrowed with concentration, clearly trying his best not to bust before you've had a chance to cum. A grin spreads across your face now that Steve's willing to play along.

You lift a hand up and fan your fingers slightly so he can get a good look. But Steve shakes his head.

"No. Show me on your tits."

You basically short circuit at the suggestion. Of course if Steve has seen those nails next to his cock, the only second best view would be them next to your breasts. Naturally. Why hadn't you thought about that yourself?

You bring your hands up to your breasts, making sure to lift them up and push them together, giving Steve a full show.

"Dear god..." Steve breathes. He immediately regrets urging you to do something so erotic when he's so close to blowing.

Things get even worse for him when you slowly spread your fingers and allow your nipples to peak out between them. Your pink nails look perfect against your skin.

"Oh fuck...shit." Suddenly frenzied, Steve grips your hip with one hand and reaches under your skirt with the other. His fingers find your clit and your eyes blow wide at the sensation.

"Oh...oh," you moan.

"That's it, baby. I can feel you squeezing me. You're close, huh?"

The combination of his voice, his words, the way his cock was hitting deep inside you, his finger on your clit, and your own hands on your breasts...it's all too much.

"I'm gonna cum, Stevie."

"Yeah."

"Then cum for me, baby. Do it." He's on the verge. He just needs you to get there first.

You cum with his name on your lips, practically convulsing as the pleasure racks your whole body. The way you squeeze him is enough to finish him off. You're not finished orgasming when you feel Steve get impossibly hard inside you and finally succumb to it all. The feeling extends your orgasm and you continue to grind against him until you're both sweating and gasping and gripping each other in a exhausted, satisfied heap.

You still can't fully see straight when Steve pulls your hand up to his mouth and kisses it.

"When are you gonna need a new set?" he asks. The laugh that comes out of you is so loud you surprise yourself.

"I literally just got this one!"

Steve gives you a crooked grin.

"I know. I'm just thinking ahead." 

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brainrot so bad i scripted gilderoy lockhart moved out of the marauders dorm because peter was going through his shit trying to find his cologne (he carries it in his robes with him at all times)