#i barely scratched the surface tbh

[pencilofawesomeness]

HI! I'm a huge fan of your work, especially the HTTYDS series, (several rereads in, though I hadn't work up the nerve to comment 'till just now.) and I was wondering if you had any projects you were working on that you're excited about, and might want to talk about?

askdjfs hi! Thank you for the comment now. I promise you there is never any pressure but it does always mean a lot to hear XD

Heh. Heheheh. Projects you say? I have. sooooo many projects, forever and always. Too many. I am haunted and harassed by them daily. (Which is to say, yes there are some I am very excited about XD)

I presume your bias, lovely Eon, would be for HTRYDS so I'll go in that direction first lol. Obviously there is A Lot I am super excited for, but some of the top ones would be the Oracion Seis arc and the arc after Tenrou. The latter of which I sometimes use as a jumping stone to think about AU scenarios inside my own universe XD. It's a problem. I lovingly call that one the Teambuilding Exercises arc but it's also, just, four arcs in a trenchcoat. It will be a beast to write. (Coincidentally these things have a few elements in common, one of which is Kinana. I am so hyped for Kinana's arc stuff. My version of her is hilariously different from canon but I have accepted this and I embrace it.)

Though actually the biggest project I am hyped over is for a different fandom. I am doing the smart thing and prewriting a large chunk of it before I start posting, and I also promised myself that I will finish Runaways before I do so. It's another au rewrite where I canon-diverge the bad guy into a good guy and then butterfly effect my way through the series. (The fact that I currently have 70k and counting pre-series is not the point. It's honestly barely a rewrite because so much of canon won't even happen lol.) It's a JJK fic that will mostly likely be called With the Storm and it is also the reason I have attachment to a canon character we see Not At All in canon. I will blab about this fic too much if given the excuse.

I also have a robust stack of oneshot ideas I want to get through eventually. (and non-oneshot ideas of course but I am trying to not explode.) Lots of TWST and JJK and finishing Genshin Whumptober after I died last year.

[greensaplinggrace]

I think one of the biggest differences between bangel and spuffy is that angel isn’t a partner to buffy. he’s not even someone she knows that well. he’s not someone she’s ever familiar with, and he’s not someone she can ever fully rely on.

yeah their romance was big and grand and all the things a tragic fairytale romance is. but at the end of the day their relationship is so incredibly surface level. all there is is the idea of love, and not even the real thing.

[confessionseddie]

congrats on 2.5 million words! would you ever consider doing a fic rec list of your faves? 👀 i rly love your fics and would love to know what a writer like you thought was good!

firstly thank you so much for the compliment 🥹🧡

and i certainly would!! honestly the easiest for now is probably to go through my bookmarks— i make the ones that are really special and that i would recommend to anyone public. it's a wild mix (from drabbles to 50k fics, though i rarely read really long works, from fluff to ambiguously unhappy endings, from vanilla to decidedly-not-vanilla) so i hope there's something there for you :) it's not really a complete list, because there are certainly more than 30-ish buddie fics that have moved me in this way and i most likely just forgot to make them public, but these ones are like. the screaming from the rooftops kind of awesome.

i might go through my other private bookmarks some day and update them or make a post here 🥰

[ganondoodle]

i have to resist the urge to delete the oc lore post so badly....

i have never written and posted this much of core stuff from it, i usually wouldnt either bc theres lots of things that would get slowly revealed over the story, big spoilers rly- i since i know im not gonna get to that anytime soon i thought it wouldnt hurt to actually just say it all anyway, bc who knows what anyone would remember of one post i once made, and how much of it is still true (since this is a project thats always changing) and if i ever even will draw or write it in the first place

still it felt like i just threw a piece of my soul into a shopping mall o.o

[mo-ok]

What's a Red without their Blue?

Seijuu Sentai Gingaman

Ryouma & Gouki

[skitskatdacat63]

I love that I can look up "Fernando Alonso kiss" on Getty and get basically every possible angle I could ever need for ref

[t4tbrostrider]

if there's somethin about this fandom i hate it's how people consider bro to be a splinter 'cause for all intents and purposes he's the og dirk. without the beta timeline the alpha timeline wouldn't exist, and it's a thousand times more interesting to think about him under that light.

yes. his role is menial and he's shoved into the background. dirk has much more urgency than bro ever could. but imagine how much that would suck. if another version of you had everything you wanted and more.

control is very important and something he doesn't have. there's something about him knowing this to some extent and trying so hard to remedy the fact.

there's something about the cal juju specifically being in the beta timeline, something about needing that influence over bro specifically. all he is is a guardian, not a player. he's simply not allowed to be the one behind the wheel, and i think without cal's influence he would've been much more resistant to the rules of the game. maybe he'd try something that could break the world. but dirk's allowed to choose. it's his right as a player regardless that he still has to follow the "true" timeline.

the extent of bro's knowledge or how much influence cal really had is never explicitly stated, there's only implications. but i imagine he must've known his role and how to follow it, though the thought of dirk would be infuriating.

imagine there's a version of you. separate from you. who gets to have control. agency. if you got to play, in this timeline, in your timeline, it wouldn't even matter. in the end your life and reality is just some set up. a precursor to the one that gets to win. maybe he'll follow in your footsteps. maybe he'll be saved by the sheer fact he got a much better hand in the gamble of life. though it's not quite a gamble at all. not with the game at stake.

whatever it is. he gets to be better.

you're just a guardian.

you raise. you protect. you train. you die.

[cookinguptales]

wwdits tarot: the hermit

This is another one of those cards that I’ve talked about before, so some of my followers will already know where I’m going with this.

But, well, I’ve never found a WWDITS topic that I couldn’t ramble about for a little bit longer, so let’s talk some more about IX. The Hermit.

Now, before I get too deep into who I’ve chosen, I’d like to talk about the card itself a little. I think that some people assume that this card is always to be taken literally, that The Hermit is always about a person who doesn’t want to be around others. But that’s not really what this card is about; it’s about self-reflection and spiritual self-discovery. It’s about looking inward so you can fully understand the world around you. It’s about an ascetic on the top of a mountain who’s gone there to think truly and deeply in the absence of any human sound.

The Hermit is one of those cards that’s really about meditating on life’s big questions. Why am I here? What’s the meaning of all this? Will I ever be happy?

Now you’re probably getting where I’m going with this.

I think that Nandor the Relentless makes a tragically perfect Hermit — and he already owns the cloak.

This is another one of those situations where the character I’ve chosen suits both the upright and the reversed meaning of the card, but this is a little more subtle than the ones in the past. The upright and reversed meanings of The Hermit both essentially refer to the same behavior; the question is really just if it’s currently healthy for you.

And for Nandor… well, like The Hermit itself, it’s kind of a mixed bag.

The Hermit is a card that’s about taking a moment to tear yourself away from the hustle and bustle of daily life so you can think things through without the discordant chaos of other people’s words. This can be a really good thing if you’ve got some stuff to ponder and you’re being led astray by too many points of view, but it can become a real problem if you’re starting to withdraw from others. It can be card of discovery, or a card of loneliness.

I think that Nandor’s current journey of self-discovery is eminently necessary but also ultimately ineffective. It’s true that the man is at a crossroads and needs to figure out who he is and what he wants, but he’s so in his own head that it’s hard for him to see his life for what it really is.

I’ve written a lot of meta about Nandor the past couple years — like… a lot — and getting at what makes him tick is so difficult. Nandor is one of those rare characters who thinks both too much and far too little. It’s kind of like a plane that can’t find a place to land. He keeps going around in circles and circles without ever reaching a real conclusion.

He’s deeply thoughtful about the world he lives in, but he has a hard time seeing it for what it truly is. I think he’s trying really hard to discover the meaning of life without realizing that meaning is a thing you have to make, not find. He’s looking at what his life is missing without realizing that the real problem is that he’s missing from life.

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. Nandor is the type of guy who’s always daydreaming about how the grass is greener on the other side without ever thinking to water his own goddamn lawn. He doesn’t seem to get that he already has what he needs; he just needs to learn to make use of it, y’know?

It’s like the Djinn said with that dick wish: he was surprised that someone who had so much still wanted more.

But that’s Nandor in a nutshell, isn’t it? The man is frantically casting around for something that will make him happy and make him feel like his life has meaning, but he’s so terrified of something actually getting beneath his emotional defenses that he sabotages any pursuit that might actually bring him peace.

So he really is both the upright and reversed Hermit. He really does have all the positive traits: he’s deeply thoughtful, he’s curious about the world he’s currently living in, he’s willing to listen to outside ideas when necessary but just as willing to withdraw and come to his own conclusions.

Like — Nandor really does seem to understand that something needs to change and that he needs to do some soul-searching to figure out what it is. He’s not wrong in that respect, and The Hermit’s advice to slow down, take some time for yourself, and really think through the big questions is not bad advice for him.

The problem is that he’s just so fucking shitty at it.

So then you’ve got the negative side to The Hermit as well. He’s withdrawing too much. He’s too stuck in his own head. He’s so wrapped up in these questions that he can’t enjoy the life he’s currently living, and he’s starting to hurt the people around him during this quest for meaning. He’s constantly talking about how the life he currently has isn’t enough — which makes his friends and loved ones feel like they’re not enough.

But… I think what Nandor eventually needs to realize is that cutting himself off from the people who really love him is the worst thing he can do. He needs the thoughtful parts of The Hermit, but the solitude is killing him.

Because, and this I think is the key part, Nandor is isolating himself because he’s afraid of genuine emotion. He falls for women who don’t love him because he’s afraid of what he feels for the people he does have a connection with. He marries a woman who never actually asks anything meaningful of him, and then goes even further and prevents her from even asking for the things that aren’t.

He’s so afraid of truly loving someone and losing them that he’s only allowing these surface-level relationships. He never cultivates a real relationship with any of the people he chooses, and while that serves his fears of intimacy and abandonment, it means that he’ll just keep feeling hollow inside.

Like… if he never truly offers up his true self, that self can’t be rejected. If he never truly loves someone, he can’t lose someone that he loves.

Not again.

I get it. Being alone can feel safer. But that’s no way to live.

Nandor is feeling around at the edges of this whole mortifying ordeal of being known thing, but he can’t even allow himself to be known by himself, much less anyone else.

So even if Nandor is probably the character that longs for human connection the most, he’s also the one that just cannot allow himself to have it. And he can think all the thoughts in the world, idiot that he is, but he’s never going to find the fulfillment he’s seeking until he allows himself to.

I do think that Nandor is The Hermit in every sense of the card. He’s off on this wild, meditative journey, but he’s so, so alone. He’s searching for the key to this nebulous sort of lock inside him without realizing that he was the one who hid the key behind a locked door in the first place.

Nandor even tried to go on a literal Eat, Prey, Love journey like this card often advises people to do. But his problem was that he did do it alone. I think even subconsciously he knew that the problem was that he wasn’t forming human connections. That he was trying to muddle through this life without anyone to seriously depend on. I think that’s why, after Guillermo “abandoned” him, the first thing he did was try to find a family.

I think Nandor’s finally starting to understand that the best family he’ll ever have is already right there waiting for him — and the partner he’s been longing for has never been all that far from his side.

The problem is mostly just that his solution has become a cage. And until he’s finally able to summon up the courage to follow his musings to their logical conclusion, he’s just gonna keep going in circles, all alone, on the top of a mountain.

Unable to meaningfully touch another living soul.

Depressing as that thought is, let’s move on to some imagery.

The Hermit is a very simple card. An old cloaked man stands at a lonely mountaintop, a staff in one hand and a lantern in the other. The lantern contains a six-pointed star, a symbol of wisdom, and it shows what is lighting his way as well as what he seeks to find.

Nandor is one of those characters who literally and metaphorically favors a cloak. His emotional defenses are some of the fiercest we’ve seen in any character, and are ultimately self-defeating.

On this card, he has no staff; our Nandor strongly relies on outside support but it’s still very difficult for him to admit it. (Though… he’s getting there.) Instead, he holds out his candle with one hand while drawing his cloak tight around him with the other. He’s still too fearful to let anyone inside.

The Hermit typically looks down at where the lantern is lighting his path, but Nandor instead is looking out into the darkness. His flame is not yet meaningfully lighting his way; it could, if he would just pay attention to the earth beneath his feet, but his head is still up in the clouds. His eyes are fixed on a horizon that he cannot quite make out instead of the solid lighted ground he has to work with.

And yes. He wears a Jansport on his back.

wwdits tarot masterpost

[cringefaillosersummit]

Can we send asks for characters who weren't in the bracket? If so, I'm gonna say Trafalgar Law, I was so sad that cringefail little nerd didn't make it in.

Yeah you can total send characters who weren't in the bracket!! cant say I'll know all of them lmao but definitely!

One aspect I love: i fucking love characters that despite the cruelties they've endured in life they can still have compassion and kindness, even if its reluctantly. also law drip is real and i like how he just looks so miserable in like. every image post timeskip. sometimes even pre timeskip. torao is very funny

One aspect I wish more people understood about them: i dont really got anything to say about law im ngl

One (or more) headcanon(s) I have about them:

he's so salvadorian to me........ oda dni.... autistic and he hates bread bc the texture once it gets wet in his mouth absolutely destroys him. lami gave him an extremely sour umeboshi onigiri once and he cried. he has told nobody about the crying. bepo knows.

One character I love seeing them interact with: cora-san and bepo i cant pick which one

One character I wish they would interact with/interact with more: sengoku probably

One (or more) headcanon(s) I have that involve them and one other character: doflamingo thought he was the ugliest fucking kid ever LMAOOOO cora-san hiding him in the treasure chest also symbolizes that law was rosi's greatest treasure not a headcanon but adding it here luffy reminds law of cora-san when bepo and law were little they would do sleep piles and that has not changed in the slightest, bepo will just pick him up when he's being annoying by like his jacket like a little creature

Send me more characters!

[bisaster-energy]

i do get making cas essentially human i understand that he can adjust to it and actually enjoy life like that. but um. i just think he can be just as fulfilled as a full blown angel

[dontcallmebree]

Ahhhh Bri! Your WIP list is sooooo compelling, like everything you write is, so I'm so excited (and scared) to see what's around the corner (divorced shrunkyclinks???? my heart)

I am going to ask about HWMS because the letters have me intrigued and in my head I read it as High School Musical, and I don't think that's correct 😂😂😂

I love you! 💘

Taj, you are the literal nicest <333

Also when I typed out HWMS the first thing that came to mind was the high school from Glee so we both thought of fictional schools 😂

HWMS is actually what I had planned to write for Silver Fox Steve and scrapped, to make way for A Leap Begins! It's an AU inspired by Morning Glory (2010) aka the Rachel McAdams movie no one has heard of but is very close to my heart.

Basically it's enemies to lovers between a plucky Bucky, an Executive Producer for a failing morning show (Howling Morning Show/HWMS), and Steve, a retired & respected news anchor who gets roped into co-hosting against his wishes due to an old contract.

I tried and failed to get this premise into a concise elevator pitch, clearly. Here's a snippet that is equally as long-winded.

“You’re chipper,” Steve observes, eyeing him with trepidation. He goes in for a sip and halts the drink midair, leveling Bucky with a flat, “Did you spit in my drink? That what it is?” Still, Steve takes a long gulp, despite the muttered, “Or is arsenic more your style?” Bucky doesn’t even falter, Steve’s surly attitude failing to bring him down. “Oh no,” he sing-songs. “I would never. Who’s gonna greet families across America every morning if you get poisoned and succumb to an untimely death?” Steve rolls his eyes and scoffs an amused, “Families across America, please.” It takes a disconcertingly short few seconds for him to drain the mug, Bucky blinking at leftover dredges when Steve hands the thing right back. “They’re all tuning into GMA and The Today Show. You’ve got college kids still high from the night before and the security guy downstairs.”

A high school musical au would've been way funnier, though. Thanks for asking tej! <3

[straighttxhell]

ACROSS THE SPIDERVERSE IS SO GOOD IM GONNA KILL MYSELF

thanks

[rainingincale]

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[awritersrejections]

"feeding him the ear of their surrogate daughter" is a very tame way of putting what is going on in this scene

HANNIBAL + Text Posts 25/∞

[3d-wifey]

can i get a short lil sumthin sumthin about remus and his girlfriend being academic weapons, sirius and james thinks they're boring bc they've been doing their work in the library for hours but they're actually cockwarming and seeing who'll crack first heheheh 👀👀👀

"Focus, Lupin"

Pairing: Remus Lupin x girlfriend!reader

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: well, smut of course! Exhibitionism, possessive Remus, yall are both freaks tbh, cucking? cock warming, riding

A/N: The other marauders have a big fat stinking crush on you but that's neither here nor there until the end of the fic. Sighhh, I go through my marauders mood swings. Your house isn't clear so feel free to pick any of them.

Tags: @yvy1s @innercreationflower

Remus hooks his chin over your shoulder, looking for all the world as if he's just getting into a better position to read his chicken scratch notes, pressing your back even further against his chest. You inhale, clenching around him at the sudden movement. You scoff at his near-inaudible laughter, elbowing him as he chuckles into your neck.

"Quit it." You grumble, quil moving at the speed of light as you furiously write.

"Quit what?" He moves the textbook you're sharing closer, the big hand he places on the page mirrors the one that's settled on your stomach. He spreads his fingers wide like he's stretching them before he drums them along the parchment. You wish you hadn't left your robes in your dorm, at least then you'd have another layer between your skin and Remus's teasing touch.

"You're cheating." You hiss, but that's the most you do to reprimand him. It's your fault you're in this mess anyhow.

Both of you are always the highest scorers in your class. And with the past few exams, you've been getting the same score or beating each other by a point or two. It's bloody frustrating.

You continuously tried to one-up each other in academics, long after you two started dating. He's your rival first, boyfriend second.

At this very moment, before you both sit two half-done papers for your N.E.W.T-level Alchemy class that isn't due for another week, but you get extra house points if you're the first to turn it in.

Which you plan to be, even if half the blood in your brain has traveled down to where you're swollen and soaked. You both sit completely clothed, other than where you're hitched on Remus's cock, knickers pulled to the side.

Of course, the library is empty. It's nine in the afternoon on a Friday. And it was your idea to see whose dedication would overpower their carnal desires. 

He laughed you off at first. A soft, dismissive chuckle rumbling from his chest, muffled by the book he barely looked up from. Typical, shaking his head as if you'd said something absurd and that was the beginning and end of it. But you knew him well enough by now to know which buttons to push—and exactly how hard. 

"Yeah, right," you sighed, letting your tone drop into exaggerated defeat as you flopped back against his headboard. "Wouldn't be much of a competition anyway."

Remus paused mid-turn of the page. His brows furrowed, eyes flicking to you in sharp suspicion, but you didn't look at him. Not yet. Instead, you stretched out along his bed like a cat, carefully keeping your expression blank as you toyed with the edge of the blanket.

"...And what's that supposed to mean?" His voice was sharp, clipped, but you could hear the curiosity, the irritation. The competitive edge. Exactly what you were counting on.

"Hm? Oh, nothing." You waved a hand vaguely in his direction, settling yourself comfortably against his pillows. You stretched a little more, arching your back like a cat before flopping onto your side. You kept your expression perfectly neutral, but you knew he could feel the smirk simmering beneath the surface. "It's just...well, we both know you'd give in long before me. So there's truthfully no point in even entertaining the idea." You shrugged, all nonchalance, even as you felt your chest flutter at the way his brows drew together. "I'm just agreeing with you, Rem."

His scoff was immediate, sharp and incredulous. You'd earned yourself a full look now, his book lowering just enough to reveal the disbelief etched across his face. “That’s not what I said.”

You shrugged as if it was no concern to you, deliberately looking away like the conversation was already over, knowing full well he wouldn’t let it rest. You flipped onto your stomach, propping your chin on your hands to stare at him with wide, innocent eyes. "Didn’t need to." 

You bit your lip to keep from smiling as his book lowered—not abruptly, but slowly, deliberately. One inch, then two—his sharp amber eyes flicking to yours. The forefinger he slipped between the pages made it look like he might still pretend to be reading, but you knew better.

The scar closest to his eye twitched, irritation flickering faintly across his face. Merlin, you always loved how expressive that scar was when he was annoyed. One of his fingers tapped against the book spine resting on his chest, the motion twitchy.

He exhaled through his nose—sharp, like he was trying to keep it together—and finally set the book aside. His movements were precise, controlled, but there’s no hiding the faint flush creeping over his neck or the way the corner of his mouth twitched.

You knew you got him. He tried, and failed, to mask his irritation and it was almost unfair how easy he was to rile up. Almost

He let a long silence settle, the weight of his gaze pressing into you. Finally: “…You taking the piss?” 

You let the grin spread across your face this time, sitting up slightly so your chin props on your hands. "M'as serious as the plague, Lupin."

The staring match that followed was something out of a duel, the cogs in his mind clearly spinning. The tension stretched taut between you, thick as smoke, neither of you daring to blink.

His book stayed in his hand for a moment longer, though you saw the exact second he gave up pretending to read. Then, to your satisfaction, he closed his book with an audible thud and set it aside. He shifted, sitting up and leaning forward. He crossed his arms over his broad chest, the muscles in his forearms flexing with the movement, and your stomach twisted—just a smidge.

"Go get your books," he said, his voice low and challenging, sending electricity up your spine. "And meet me in the library."

“Oooh, someone's touchy," you said, walking your fingers up his thigh, muscles tensing under your touch. “Formal battlegrounds now, is it? Bold move, Rem. I thought you liked keeping your humiliations private. But if losing in public gets your rocks off, who am I to deny you?"

His lips twitched—an almost-smile that was gone too fast to catch properly. “I’ll be the one handing out the humiliation, thanks.” 

"Stakes?" you asked, cocking your head.

"Loser buys the winner chocolate frogs for a week," he said, already swinging his legs off the bed. Then, after a pause, he glanced over his shoulder, smirking faintly. "Or…whatever else I decide." 

You pushed yourself up with a wicked grin that matched his, already moving toward the door. “Alright, but don’t be mad when you’re the one giving in first. I know you can’t resist me for long.” 

Behind you, you heard him huff a laugh, though it sounded like he was trying to hide it. “Get your books, trouble. Let’s see how well you actually handle restraint.” 

You were confident by the end of this week you'd overdose on chocolate frogs. Remus might be brilliant and disciplined, but he’s not immune to distraction. Especially distraction in the form of his wickedly beautiful girlfriend.

Truthfully, it was daft of you to assume Remus would play fair. You mix two people who are as competitive as they are horny and it leads you here, on your boyfriend's lap, surely dripping onto the wooden bench under you.

He hums as if he's thinking over the definition of cheating and if what he's doing right now counts as it—which it does.

"S'that right?" He mumbles into your neck and you almost reach for your wand, honest, "I don't see any cheating here, love. Just good old fashioned studying, just like you wanted."

He thrusts up, and your hand flies up to cover your mouth. You see his quill moving out of the corner of your eye without the aid of a hand. "Cheater," you pant, but don't move to stop him or even continue writing your essay. You allow yourself to enjoy the slow, steady rock of his hips against yours—only for a moment. Every vein and ridge dragging against your hypersensitive walls.

You go to reach back—for support, for a futile attempt at stopping the way he rocks into you, feeling as inevitable as the ticking of time—with your other hand, but are stopped by the quill in your hand. You're reminded, there and then, that winning over Remus is almost, if not just as satisfactory as a hard won orgasim.

You put quill to ink pot, and then, quill to parchment. Remus curses behind you but doesn't stop. Not with you panting and whining behind gritted teeth. Not with you clenching around him like a Grindylow's spindly fingers, tightening with a merciless grip. He doesn’t stop until the familiar voice of his mates cuts through the fog.

"There you two are. Should've known you'd be held up in here weeks before your assignment is done. On a weekend at that—" Sirius trails off as he and James discover the little nook you and Remus have secluded yourselves too, as well as the...odd position you find yourselves in.

It's not that he's never seen you two be affectionate, especially nearing the full moon as it is, but you in Remus's lap like this, a flustered look on your face, well, he's not a dumbass. Something out of the ordinary is happening here.

James on the other hand is none the wiser, brows furrowing in self righteous disappointment.

"We've been looking for you two everywhere. Party's not that far off, you know the turn out will be lethal even if we lost the match to those snakes." There was a foul that should've been called, but wasn't, a sligh that the refs didn't catch. In traditional Gryffindor fashion, they didn't whine about a rematch or about the unfairness of it, and in typical Slytherin fashion, they didn't either. But they needed you two to help set up certain spells only you two knew because, well, you created them. Definitely not because they liked watching the way their best mate's girl stretched and bent as she set up in the Gryffindor commons.

"We know," Remus says, glancing up at the boys before looking back to one of the open textbooks. "The plan's to party the weekend away, yeah? It's why we're getting the assignment out of the way. Sooner you let us finish this," he's slowly sliding his hands up from your knees to your hips, pushing you down with such strength that your stomach clenches, "sooner we can help."

"It's...it's just an essay, Sirius. We'll be done before the Hufflepuffs start," you almost bite your tongue mid-sentence when Remus ghosts a callused finger over your aching clit, playing it off as a hiccup, "bringing the snacks.

Neither of you say anything more as you have a sneaking suspicion that they're going to catch on, chances of you opening your mouth to speak only for a moan to tumble out are high. Remus is quiet because he hopes they do figure it out, either from the audible wetness of your cunt or your eyes rolling back as he makes you cum. 

Remus knows they're in love with you and have been since third and fourth year. He's tempted to invite them a glimpse under the table so they can see how he has you stretched around his cock, squirming and wanton. What better way of making sure they know you're his?

And from the way Sirius looks the two of you over, glances down at the table, and raises his perfectly sculpted brows as James begins to ramble at you, there’s no mistaking that Sirius knows. Of course he does. Sirius always knows. His stormy eyes flick down again—deliberate, calculating—as if he’s debating whether or not to call you out. He hums, low and thoughtful, as if weighing the satisfaction of saying something versus letting the moment play out. Instead, he smirks faintly and leans against a nearby bookcase, letting James’s oblivious chatter fill the space.

Remus holds his gaze, unflinching, daring him to say a word. For a brief, reckless moment, he considers sliding his chair back just enough to let Sirius catch a glimpse of how thoroughly he has you. The thought makes his cock twitch inside you, and from the way Sirius’s smirk curves a fraction higher, it’s almost like he knows that, too.

Remus doesn’t full-on smirk when they lock eyes, but it’s a close thing.

"…Right.” Sirius tilts his head slightly, his sharp grey eyes dragging over the two of you like he’s piecing together a puzzle he’s already solved. His gaze flicks down to the table again—just briefly—and then back up to meet yours. The corner of his mouth twitches, not quite a smirk, but close enough to make your stomach drop. “You know, you two really are awful at being subtle.”

Your heart skips a beat, heat rushing to your face as you open your mouth to protest—except Sirius doesn’t give you the chance. He hums thoughtfully, his gaze flicking to Remus, and then back to you, like he’s enjoying the power of watching you squirm. “But don’t think being pretty gets you out of work,” he adds smoothly, leaning in to knock his knuckle against the table. “You’ve got until ten on the dot before I come back and drag you out of here myself.”

James, oblivious as ever, snorts and waves Sirius off. “Don’t listen to him, he’s just mad because we need you for the setup,” he says, rolling his eyes. He jabs a thumb at Sirius, then gestures toward the door. “I told him you’re probably in here studying, because what else would you two be doing on a Friday night?”

Sirius hums again, a low, knowing sound, his gaze locking with Remus’s in a silent challenge. The corner of his mouth curves, just enough for you to wonder if he’s going to say something more—something that will make it impossible to deny that he knows exactly what’s happening beneath the table.

But instead, he lets out a soft laugh, straightening from the bookcase. “Sure,” he drawls, his voice dripping with amusement. “Studying.” His eyes grow bigger as he says it to emphasis just how little he believes that rubbage excuse.

He casts one last look over the two of you, smirking faintly, before turning to leave, James already rambling on about the next Quidditch match as they disappear into the corridor. Relief floods your chest for all of three seconds—before Remus tilts his hips just so, dragging another whimper from you as his cock presses deeper.

You bite your cheek, barely able to return James's wave goodbye before you're digging your nails into Remus's thighs. The same thighs that are currently spreading yours apart. Your skirt rides up, exposing you to the air and his sly hands.

"This," your hips twitch against his as he traces feather-light fingers over your puffy lips, swollen with need. You bite back a whine, huffing harshly through your nose as those fingers move down where the base of his cock sits snugly in you, tubbing slick where you and he are connected. "This is how you're cheating."

"If you're so much better than me, you should be able to focus, no problem, right?" He has an arm wrapped around your waist again, the other flipping pages.

"Fine." If that's how he wants to play, then you are more than game. You lean forward, elbows on the table as you grind your hips back and forth, barely raising off of him before coming back down with your fluttering warmth squeezing around him. "Focus, Lupin. Or, mh, at least try."

"Shhhit. D-dearest, that's not—" he cuts himself off with a truly shameless moan, both hands gripping your waist. He doesn't stop you, no, wouldn't dream of it. Instead, he helps you balance as you move faster, busy chasing your high more than you're focused on sabotaging Remus. "You, your—Merlin, you're bloody brilliant."

At this point, you don't know what'll come first: you, Remus, or Sirius's wrath.

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dom

definitely has a choking and a size kink.

Is into BDSM. Has a red room, which he shares with you.

He loves when you are needy for his touch or for his cock. He likes to tease you before giving you what you want.

Office sex is on a daily basis since he is busy all the time and barely home. He’ll hold your ass up while he slams inside you repeatedly, filling you over and over until you feel like exploding.

He also has a breeding kink. For him, you’re a superior human being just like him, and he intends to continue his bloodline with a worthy partner like you.

Speaking of which, he is very open about his kinks and expects the same from you.

He loves when you're under him, all needy and whiny, with tears falling down your cheeks as you scream his name and beg for more.

He can be rough, but only if you want him to be. He is aware of his strength and doesn’t want to hurt you.

He likes to see your pretty face and the many grimaces you make as he pleasures you.

He loves to see your eyes rolling and your mouth wide open.

Something tells me he is a sub.

has a size kink and a phone sex one (because he is gone on missions for months, and when he misses you, he just calls you for that naughty time).

likes it when you talk dirty to him.

He is also into roleplay.

This guy tried to be dom for once and ended up using the safe word for himself because he was afraid of hurting you.

He is not into very kinky stuff, but he won't say no if you want to try something bold. Just give him a heads-up.

loves to please his mistress. He doesn't mind if you mark or scratch him.

loves to be called "captain."

Likes to go down on you. There’s something that turns him on whenever you moan his name or when your fingers are tangled between his hairs.

He loves when you come all over his face and smear his beard and chin with your juice.

switch

It depends on his mood,e honest. tbh

Likes the doctor/patient roleplay and has no shame in using the labs from his work.

You two definately fucked after getting rid of the las plagas. It's ironic that you moan on the very same chair you used to scream in pain.

He loves to have you on top, regardless of whether he’s a dom or a sub.

You keep tracing the scar on his chest with your fingers whenever you see it because you think it looks very sexy on him. It also turns you on.

He loves to give oral sex. He'll bury his face between your legs every time he gets the chance. He’ll eat you out on every surface possible and in every pose. Desk, operator table, bed, kitchen counter, everywhere

He loves when you order him around.

"Does my pretty mistress require my services?"

You can't work together because you'll end up fucking.

It's the pretty boyfriend that spits in your mouth.

Very possesive. If he sees someone flirting with you, he'll make sure to remind you to whom you belong.

dom

This man has no shame when it comes to marking you. He’ll leave hickeys in visible spots (neck, shoulder) and in hidden ones (waist, thigh, and ass, which is his favorite spot to mark).

Has a roleplay kink too. His favorite scenarios are either government agent/rescued civilian or government agent/secret spy (for obvious reasons).

You’re definitely fucking in his office from the White House. You’ve been bent over that desk more than over your own bed.

Likes to go deep, so deep that it hits your cervix.

While you’re bent over, he’ll pull you by your hair and bring you closer to his face. He’ll whisper dirty things to you, which will only turn you on more.

Leon loves when you blow on him, and moreover, he loves the sight of his cock slowly disappearing into your mouth. You’ll pull some sinful moans and whimpers out of him.

Likes to be called "Mister Kennedy."

Has a hair-pulling kink.

If not bent over his desk, he likes to have you on top of him. He’ll praise you for the beautiful work you’re doing. With hands on your thighs, he’ll guide your body as you ride him.

Switch

He has a punny mouth, and you'll have to punish him a lot. He doesn't mind, though, and sometimes he does it on purpose.

He'll have you sitting on his face for breakfast, dinner, and lunch.

He is extremely possessive, so when you come home, he'll make sure to remind you that you belong to him and him only.

Has moments when he talks very dirty and moments when you are his "princess."

"Oh, look at you, such a slut for my cock. You want Daddy inside you that bad, huh?"/ "Oh princess, you don't have to beg; I'm right here for your needs."

He will definitely slap your ass and will be very satisfied to see a red mark in the shape of his hand appear on your flesh.

It fucks you deep, so deep that your body goes numb and your toes curl.

He loves when you use him for your own pleasure.

Loves to make a mess, especially over your chest.

Is into roleplay

Can be very sweet, and aftercare is a must. He'll wash up the mess he made and massage your sore body.

dom

Has a knife and a size kink

Will pull out his knife and run the blade across your body. You’ll feel the cold blade running from your neck, between your breasts, or on your inner thighs. He’ll chuckle deviously while you squirm under his touch.

Likes to fuck you with his fingers. He loves to see how his fingers slowly disappear into your tight cunt. They’re thick, and you can barely take two of them.

He is a strong guy, and he enjoys pinning you down and pushing that cock inside you. Wall sex is among his favorites.

has a major praise kink. The slightest praise will get him over the edge, and he'll start thrusting like an animal inside you. He'll also become very vocal and demand that you keep praising him.

He loves when you struggle to take him.

He isn't that much into bondaje, but he won't say no if you ask him nicely.

He'll bite you and won't care if he marks you. He knows that you enjoy it, though.

"Just look how this little cunt of yours clench around me whenever I bite you. How interesting..."

dom

Will use his metal-bending powers in bed to make handcuffs or bend the metal frame to hold your hands.

Has a bondage kink, obviously. Likes to tie you up and show how helpless you are in his touch.

He also loves to tease you until you beg him with tears in your eyes to let you orgasm.

He loves when you get so desperate for his attention that you basically beg him to fuck you.

He loves when you climb on his lap while he works and then start to rub your cunt over his bulge.

"You'll have to work harder for that kitten."

Oh, this bitch

He loves when you give him a hug while he is at the desk. He'll occasionally stop his work to grab your hair and buckle his hips to fuck your pretty mouth.

He can be sweet, although that happens very rarely.

He loves when you make yourself pretty for him; he goes feral when he sees you in lingerie.

sub

He loves when you’re in control of him and tell him what to do.

When you give attention to his neck, he turns into a needy, whimpering mess.

Doesn’t mind if you mark him.

He plays it tough at first, but all that tough guy act disappears when you take him in your mouth.

Likes to be spanked and cuffed.

He loves when you mark him because he wants people to see that he belongs to you.

He can't get enough of your touch; he is addicted.

He can get clingy at times, but you don't mind. He is like a little puppy.

Definitely walked him with a leash around the house at some point.

Loves to give you oral. You'll find him crawling between your legs while you do your tasks, and he won't leave until you orgasm.

He loves when you pull his hair, and you'll hear or feel him moaning the harder you pull.

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