#i wake up and i transfigure ! ; headcanon

[transf1gure]

mmmmm mainly dumping my headcanons here but

since i mainly just play arena. blacklemonade cooky is strong enough to make it to diamond tier 1 but she fluctuates between that and like emerald tier 2. theres times she participates (mainly bc it gives her something to do and release pent up anger and stress) and times she doesnt (working on music and travelling the kingdom for her tour)

she also does bounties to make extra coin and help out the locals dealing with pests and such--- gotta make use of her time in the kingdom.

she resides in a beach hotel on the more populated area of the tropical soda lands-- where the held the summer soda fest /w bassist cookie.

shes also gamer by proxy, bassist cookie makes her join mmorpgs and has become kinda fond of them. but shes casual.

[himegureisu]

Severus Snape Headcanons

Warnings: 18+ suggestive content

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In a relationship

• Your book selection intrigued him when you first met at Flourish and Blotts. Advanced yet rare material on transfiguration, charms, potions, and herbology. He'd try to find reasons to owl to you about them until you both sought each other out.

• You don't hold hands. No, you link arms.

• He doesn't like to kiss you in public. Instead, he'll kiss the back of your hand in reverence. You were his queen.

•You'd try to drag him out of the castle to do anything fun (that isn't intimidating students). The man doesn't catch a break.

• He often feels like he doesn't deserve you. You always tell him: I'm the one who gets to decide and I choose you. I'm yours. You're stuck with me.

• He spoils you but doesn't understand when you do the same to him.

•He didn't like celebrating birthdays, holidays, or anniversaries. That's until you came along. A cozy dinner for his birthday the first year you were together. His favorite cake and favorite person. You asked if he'd invite Minerva and Albus for a bit. He vehemently said no. You laughed. Instead, he thoroughly ravished you as one of his birthday presents and thought that this was his second chance at love.

• In Hogsmeade when he is jealous, he quietly comes up behind you. You briefly introduce him as your significant other and they go after. They find him very intimidating. Tall. Dark. Just standing behind you glaring. With you none the wiser.

Married Severus and You

• He likes waking up before you. Just to admire you without the stresses of the day. Sometimes it's cute and sometimes it's downright creepy.

•He absolutely loathes to leave you asleep when he must watch the students on Hogsmeade weekends.

• When you manage to get up before him, he sleepily mumbles "Come back to bed, darling," You could never say no to that.

• He loves the occasional shower with you. And your magic fingers that massage his scalp. That and the fact that he can pin you up against the wall after to show his appreciation.

• He loves to cook for you. In turn, you clean. You constantly thank him for it because your sorry ass might just burn the castle down to the ground.

[despairots]

uhmuhm! can i be smile anon!!

i have a silly request, you dont have to write if you aren't taking requests but like,, gojou with like some kind of makima vessel reader

like how they would get along and stuff ^_^

#BITE ME, g. satoru!

you weren��t known by gojo until you were introduced. surprisingly enough, he wasn’t the only one with charming eyes (and terrifying powers).

content warning: swearing, r! has makima’s abilities and eyes but they don’t necessarily look like her, gender neutral! reader, r! wears a white button up with a black tie, a black blazer hung around their shoulders, black dress pants and a bandage wrapped around their neck (honestly like 15! dazai), etc.

authors note: u absolutely can!!! <3 my requests arent open but i really liked this request :3 im sorry if this is bad or not exactly what u want but i tried :( and so sorry this is late!!

knowingly enough, gojo satoru was known to be charmed and blessed with eyes that most people swoon for ever since he was a child. not only blessed with charming eyes but finally born with both limitless and six eyes, the first one in 500 years.

because of that, he was spoiled rotten (how horrible!) but no one can deny that he didn’t deserve it. after all, after 500 years of the gojo clan producing, they finally got a kid who changed the balance of the world.

after he turned the rip age of 28, he noticed a person always wake by his classroom with a man beside them. the one thing that caught his attention, was the energy they gave off.

not once did he notice the eyes that pierced through his black blindfolds.

the first time he was formally introduced to them, was that one time where nobara was introduced to megumi and yuuji. he didn’t notice it as first but he realized you were the person walking pass his classroom all the time.

time for the friendship headcanons!

at first, gojo’s first impression of you, was how calm and collected your composure was with some joking antics here and there. you were mostly there just in case gojo wasn’t able to be there with them.

in general, gojo thought you were trying to compete with him because of how you came close to strongest sorcerer (selfish).

i don’t have a grasp understanding of how you two became friends, actually… i don’t think you would necessarily be friends, more like people who trust eachother, have eachothers back and holding respect for each but at the same time, you two don’t trust eachother.

it’s a weird friendship, though, sometimes you two got along, talking and joking around. the next thing you know, you two are ignoring eachother like you never even knew the other.

the concept of friends didn’t scream anything to you, friends didn’t come close to you with how you picture him. in shorter terms, you saw most people like pawns, a means to your plans. gojo was just there.

most of the times, he annoyed you a lot, you could see the way nanami didn’t want to step an inch to gojo (considering how he’s younger than gojo, yet looks older then him. how odd?).

despite everything you two go through as teachers and partners, there are no growth in your “friendship”, as both of your students call it. it’s not what you’re expecting but from the beginning, gojo has had an off feeling about you.

the first time gojo witnessed your technique, was during the shibuya arc; where he massacred a bunch of transfigured humans. you were there helping him, after all, what type of person would you be?

as i said, even though you’re not necessarily friends, you two still have eachothers back.

development!

when time passes, there was a feeling in your stomach whenever you would hang around with gojo, that shoko would explain to you as ‘fondness’.

he was starting to look more like a friend than just a pawn, a nauseous (that didn’t change actually). though, he doesn’t automatically get a pass because the two of you started to call eachother actually friends.

the trio saw the way you two were always with eachother, technically glued to eachothers side and always being there for the other.

gojo, still ever being hungover his ex, saw just a glimpse of him in you, that was partially the reason why he grew closer to you but at the same time, he grew worried that something might happen to you.

without a doubt, even though he’s a complete cocky, egotistical, idiot of a man, his one weakness is his big heart. that’s the first thing you noticed about him. it wasn’t his looks, his energy, or how he was the strongest, it was his big heart that he so desperately tried to hide away.

there’s development to both parties.

you, started to think of him like an actual friend, someone you cared about, and no doubt about it, someone you would sulk over if he ever disappeared.

gojo, who— praying to the lord— for once, will try to get over his ex when he’s with you, there’s something about you that makes everything that’s happening disappear, he needs comfort, you provide that to him.

relationship!

oh boy. why would you ever date him?

how did you even start dating him?

yet again, i don’t have a grasp understanding on how the dating started but i could give a brief explanation of how the feelings developed from there on.

the fondness you get from being around him developed into something where, if he ever got hurt or someone said something to him, you would go ballistic.

he’s someone you genuinely started to cherish and for someone to say or do anything to him would send you to a toxic state. it’ll have him a lot of time to convince you not to harm this person or curse.

eventually, the feelings than letter on developed into, again, what shoko would explain to you, as love. you had rejected the idea of love for ages because you thought you weren’t able to ever feel it. gojo proved that wrong.

gojo’s a nauseous to be around, but knowing him for quite some time made him into a pleasing nauseous. gojo started to pick up that your starting to enjoy bringing around him that he started to tease you about it.

you wouldn’t lie and say the teasing was annoying, it was but it wasn’t the same annoying as before.

when gojo started to fall for you, he quickly tried to bury it before it got out of hand. remember that breakup scene at the kfc? yeah… he doesn’t want that again. let alone fall in love again.

he already lost geto, he can’t lose you. everything he’s ever loved and didn’t want to lose, is lost the moment he gains it.

though, he’d drop signs, massive signs or just small signs, they’re there. even though of what i just said, he’s whipped for you. so down horrendous, my lord.

when you two do get in a relationship, gojo’s touch starved and it shows. he needs to have some sort of contact with you or he’ll sulk in a corner. for a matter of fact, if he doesn’t get atleast 5 kisses each day, he’ll ignore you out of spite until you do kiss him. that’s when he gives you a kiss attack.

i won’t go deep into the intimate details, you can dream about those yourself but i will say, he’s fucking crazy in there (and so are you!)

you’re absolutely spoiled by him, he loves you so why not just give you everything. regardless of that, he knows both of you don’t have enough time, so he tries to make it count by making you happy.

he loves the sparkle in your eye when he surprises you with gifts you adore.

the same goes for you, knowing he’s touch starved, you try and shower him in affection as much as you can before the two of you depart on missions that don’t involve you two partnering up.

knowingly enough, pda is a must in the relationship. though, gojo will stop if you don’t like it, he’s a dick but he’s a good dick (no pun intended).

even though, there’s not enough time and both of your lives are on the line since you’re jujutsu sorcerers, you’re both grateful you had enough time to confess.

oh, and gojo swoons over you, annoying megumi when you’re not there.

[yanxidarlings]

sorry to bother you but i’m obsessed with your writing style 😭 would you consider writing something where theodore nott and mattheo riddle fight over gender neutral/male reader? <3

YANDERE THEODORE NOTT VS YANDERE MATTHEO RIDDLE

take notes, aspiring requesters, this is what i like to see 💖😩✊ so i still should be prioritising the poll results, but this is way too tempting.

this turned out long as dumbledores beard so i might make a part 2 in the future with more details about the poly yanderationship. i tried out some actual scenes so please be honest if they were shit or not because i only want to embarrass myself once.

• ok, so, to put it shortly; the reader/darling is fucked. like. you couldn't have gotten a worse pair of yanderes. both are some of the worst at sharing (ok i know i say that for everyone, but listen). yet, it's not completely off the table.

• once they hop of their high horse and decide to come to an agreement, that's when the darling should be scared. two yandere's fighting is better than them getting along because at least they're distracting each other. and the agreement really only stands until a chance arises for one to eliminate the other. so unless the darling really likes them both, the hostility never ends, there's just a break in between.

to put it not shortly; i like the idea here that they've known each other since childhood, i saw a headcanon somewhere in the depths of wattpad that theo and theo have known each other since they were like 3 so i'm just gonna roll with it.

the darling had never suspected they would harbour such dark thoughts. sure, they once sent each other to st mungos 'play fighting' when they were 9, but that was just them rough housing. okay and there was that one time in 1st year transfiguration when mattheo turned theodore into a raccoon and said he didn't know how to turn him back. oh and that fist fight over who got to take the darling to the yule ball was kind of terrifying, if he hadn't pulled them off each other, they probably would have kept going until the other was dead...

• okay so the darling was getting pretty suspicious over time. not to mention, mattheo is pretty transparent about his actions, and belief that the reader is beholden to him in every way. and theodore makes to effort to hide his intentions of wedding the reader oneday.

• it didn't take long for mattheo and theodore to catch on to each other, especially if they shared a dorm with their darling, but either way, running into each other whilst stalking the reader down the halls and having to awkwardly sit next to each other whilst watching the reader sleep, quickly revealed the others obsession.

• theodore frankly is just offended that mattheo even thinks he's worthy of the reader. it's not official yet but theo is the one that's betrothed to the reader, theo is the one that met the reader first and most importantly, theodore is the darlings friend, not mattheo.

to set the scene, theodore has finally worked up the gall to sneak into the darlings dorm and watch as they sleep, something he'd been itching to do lately; they had been coming to class looking lethargic, eating less at meals, and just seemed out of it lately. he was just going to make sure they were sleeping well, that's all he meant, but when he quietly enters their dorm, none other than mattheo riddle sits on their bed, resting on his palms, creepily staring at theodore's precious darling as they slep.

"what the fuck are you doing" is his initial reaction. he probably shouldn't have said it so loud, as the reader stirred in his sleep. "get off him" he continued, in a whispered yell. the situation escalated pretty quickly, with theodore dragging mattheo off the bed, only to be met with a swift punch to the face.

"mind your own fucking business, nott" mattheo spat, "and get out" gesturing towards the door. if the reader hadn't started to slowly wake up at that moment, this story would have a much simpler ending.

no words were said as they returned to the slytherin dorm. theodore was woken up just hours later with a wand to his neck "if i ever catch you in l/n's dorm again, i'll end you." theodore didn't say anything at that moment, but in no way was he backing down.

• what followed was a series of hostility between the two. before, the threat of the other was only miniscule, because they both planned to whisk their darling away eventually.

• each hosmeade visit would be accompanied by the flanking of the darling, mattheo on the right and theodore on the left, doesn't matter if the reader had other plans, to bad so sad theodore wants to show them a new quill and mattheo has nothing else to do but follow his darling.

• the holidays are a nightmare, mattheo is going to show up unannounced no matter what, only to find theodore already settled in for a sleepover at readers house. the darling is on edge from the passive aggressive remarks, boarding on aggressive aggressive.

• it's impossible for one to pursue any kind of relationship without being intercepted by the other. oh, theodore asked reader out on a date? what a shame the day came by and he ended up in the hospital wing after falling down a flight of stairs. mattheo impromptly kissed reader? theodore's pulling them to him the moment after.

• this goes on kind of indefinately, until something trigger's a change. maybe it's voldemorts return, maybe the darling is injured, or maybe they begin a relationship with someone else. when their darling's safety and exclusivity to them is threatened, the theo's will reluctantly put aside their 'differences'.

• the change in behaviour is unnerving to say the least for the darling, his two slythergremlins suddenly getting along? in what alternate universe-

instead of pulling reader away from studying with theodore, mattheo calmly sat down, swung his legs over readers legs, his feet resting on nott's thigh and lit up a cigarette "you two still go to history of magic? i thought nott was supposed to be a slytherin, and surely you've got better things to do"

mattheo ignored pince scolding him in the distance, but his darling had already snatched the cigarette from his fingers "do you mind" "no". confusing the reader even more, theodore silently leaned behind him and motioned for mattheo to hand him a smoke, using his wand to light it up.

nott went back to studying, whilst the darling just sat there, looking back and forth between the two slytherins. "are- what- ... nevermind" the afternoon continued as usual, aside from the unusual behaviour witnessed.

• it wasn't a one time thing, instead of fighting over who'd partner with the reader in potions, they seemingly took turns. same with hodsmeade visits, and anything they couldn't do at the same time.

• things gradually became less platonic, from calling the reader "pretty boy" and forehead kisses from theodore, to blantant flirting and neck kisses from mattheo, rumours were understandably spreading.

mattheo furrowed his brows as his darling pulled away from his attempted neck kiss "everything good?" he asked, fiddling with strands of the others hair "you know people think we're gay and dating, right?" "aren't we?"

• things are kind of unofficially official, there was no discussion or agreement made between the darling and the theo's, things just escalated to the point everyone at hogwarts knew the reader was involved with nott and riddle in some way.

• it would honestly be sweet, if the reader was a willing participant. it's all fun and games until reader rejects the advances, and questions the possessiveness.

• mattheo will gaslight him whenever he tries to pull away, framing the entire relationship as readers idea. theodore simply scoffs, and tells him he doesn't know what's good for him, that's why you need me. silly darling can barely take care of himself, much less make good decisions, in general and romantically.

"okay then, who would you be with if you could pick? granger? i saw the way you looked at her the other day. god forbid you'd pick malfoy, he's got a golden clad stick up his ass" theodore chuckled, patting his darling on the back "my bed or riddle's tonight?" the smile he was giving his darling was almost taunting, as if to dare him to do something about his situation.

[withinthereeds]

Can you tell us more about the mirror man?

i love being mentally ill about that cunt. Brain slop coming right up.

The Basics of What We Know: largely borrowed from queen0fm0nsterz post on the man.

His presence is known within the Nowhere

His presence is also known outside of the Nowhere

He preys on the insecurities of those who gaze into the mirror

He traps his victims on the Other Side of the glass (his domain)

His victims are seemingly unharmed by being taken (by itself)

Let's take another look at the Room he has in VLN

Again, piggybacking off Carols' post, we know the fence represents the mirror itself, and the paper planes represent children.

What I find odd is that even within the Nowhere, the mirror man is Still represented as behind a barrier. As if his domain isn't within the Nowhere itself. Which would explain how he could also sort of cross into the (presumed) waking world through the mirror's reflection.

I don't want to go overboard with metaphysical speculation but magic certainly exists within the Nowhere as shown by the Lady, and with TSoN we know the Nowhere exists on at least a partially separate plane of existence from the waking world.

Onto the actual headcanons I have regarding his origin and behavior.

He once was a magician of sorts. Misdirection and illusion being his specialty, not Real magic like the Ladies of the Maw possessed.

For awhile he worked at the Carnival in the Sky seen in TSoN, half as a Con Artist, but later moved to the Pale City for a more dignified performance (and for better pay/opportunities) (and out of minor guilt).

After the world started going mad, he had a particular Confrontation with the most influential figure in the Pale City. This led to him being banished, not only from the city, but from the world itself.

Said confrontation also transformed him into a parody of himself. Into the monster we know him as today.

The tendrils on his head are in fact Leeches, sprouted from his own insecurities about being a mooch, stemming from his past.

Said insecurities became reality once more after he was forced into the mirror, reaching out for whatever he could, Wherever he could.

I still believe he has Some honor to him, and perhaps a bit of shame regarding his underhanded tactics. Could be why he left the circus, could be why he allowed the surviving boys to change themselves back with the mirror.

He's undeniably petty for what he did to that girl though.

On the topic of mirrors I do not believe he can see out of all of them at once, it's just a matter of being in the right place at the right time. Each mirror is like a door or window to him.

Anyway with his reputation and self image in shambles he picked up work at the carnival again, never stepping foot onto the ship itself but instead working the funhouse mirrors.

Occasionally he'd also deliver transfigured children to the ringmaster to be displayed in a freakshow side tent. Most likely to reaffirm his self worth, no matter the cost.

all in all: rip bozo

(/j i know this didnt kill him since it was more like breaking a window.)

[siriusblack-the-third]

The Marauders: Pranks!

(in no particular order)

31st October, 1971 (First Year): the idiots somehow managed to get Peeves on their side and messed with the feast. Additives to the food had the entire castle running towards the bathrooms. The pipes were clogged for weeks afterwards. They served detention for the entirety of the duration.

31st January, 1973 (Second Year): Sirius tricked the gargoyle that protected the headmaster's study, got into his library and took several rare tomes. Dumbledore only realised when Sirius marched into his office two weeks later and dropped 14 books onto his table, announcing, "I'll be borrowing your books frequently, thank you." Just for the sheer talent of getting through his protective spells, Dumbledore allowed him to do so. However, detention of two weeks was handed out for breaking and entering.

23rd September, 1976 (Sixth Year): everyone woke up to see that the 26ft bronze dragon statue atop the fountain in the courtyard vanished in the middle of the night. No-one has seen it since. Nobody knows where it is. However, every time James or Sirius pass by the fountain, a small smirk curves over their lips. On another (completely unrelated, of course) note, James has an exquisite new pen, made of bronze and covered in a beautiful, intricate dragon motif.

13 December, 1974 (Fourth Year): the entire castle just. Floated up into the air without a warning. Exactly 77 feet off the ground for 77 minutes. It took all four of them three months to hand carve runes into the perimeter of the castle, and before that it took all of August for Sirius to come up with the right rune sequence that would stick a timer to the magic. They didn't serve detention, only because the rune sequence was such a stroke of genius— fourth year students barely knew how to use single runes in magic, let alone sequences long enough to cover a perimeter.

12th May, 1977 (Sixth Year): any time someone touched a goblet, said goblet would turn into purple butterflies. Very pretty, but very frustrating when all you wanted was a drink after a hot day. It turned out that they had mixed a transfigurative potion into the dishwashing water, and McGonagall made James write a paper about his invention. Technically, he earned his Potions mastery before he got his N.E.W.T. results.

4th February, 1976 (Fifth Year): a vicious storm cloud hung over Hogwarts starting from the 4th all the way till the full moon, making it rain sleet and hail non-stop, 24 hours a day. Everything came to a standstill, including Quidditch (James had to be persuaded for this one). Under the pretense of a month-long detention, McGonagall and Flitwick sat Sirius and James down and had them explain the thought process that went into the spellwork— weather magic not only required obscene amounts of raw power, but the steps as well were notoriously difficult to execute.

21st December, 1977 (Seventh Year): at exactly 23 minutes after eleven at night, the entire castle got wrapped up in huge, terrifying thorny branches. They crawled through the hallways, spilled through windows, blocked the doors and crept over the suits of armour. Huge roses— about two feet in diameter— bloomed all over the castle, dark haunting pink in colour. Waking up in the morning was quite a shock for people when they found out the vines had grown literally everywhere and taken over the dorm rooms. The inspiration was Disney's animated Sleeping Beauty, and Flitwick and Babbling both gave the Marauders twenty-five points each for the creativity. They did serve four months of detention, though.

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WARNINGS

do NOT tag w*lfst*r or j*gul*s i mean it i will block you

I do not want anyone calling Sirius or James stupid

If you wanna argue with any of these, argue with the wall. These are headcanons, not reality. Chill.

[lustytears]

Ron Weasley Headcanons | Smut and Fluff

ron weasley x f!reader

most is completely safe unless you scroll to the smut section, but i’d recommend not clicking on this if you’re below 16. you have been warned.

Fluff |

oh, this guy is crazy for you. i mean, like super crazy.

everything you do turns his knickers into a twist.

he just loves it when you play with his hair, especially when you sneak into his dormitory and into his bedroom, where you admire his ginger locks of hair. it makes him fall asleep instantly, his hand tucked between your waist, his other hand pulling you into his chest, where he buries his head into the crook of your neck. makes him happy.

for one thing, he enjoys being your study partner. personally, i’d imagine he gets off track. “hey,” you snapped your fingers in his lazed state. “wake up!” he jumped, a list of repeated apologies falling from his mouth. “you agreed to helping me with my transfiguration test!” you pleaded, exclaiming and complaining about how tired he looked. “i’m sorry, sweets… what were you talking about, hm?” he’d glance his eyes through the old, yellow-stained textbook. you’d smile, mumbling to yourself about how cute it was when his hair would flop over his face when he laid down on the desk.

if you think he isn’t gonna reward you, you’re wrong. you’ve seen the “5 galleons, 10 galleons” scene between him and his twin brothers. he’d probably try to beg to fred and george, asking them ways to make it up to his girlfriend if you were upset about something.

“come on! i’m your brother. the least you could do is help me out?” he explained. “help? you?” fred and george said in unison. “c’mere, lover boy,” the boys would tease ron, their knuckles shaking and messing up his hair, laughing and giggling would follow.

he was kind of nervous introducing you to his family, but when harry was considered apart of the family, he doubted his mother and father wouldn’t love you. his twin brothers loved you, percy sometimes questioned ron’s romantic appreciation (ron had a habit of finding his fingers near your hair every time you and him sat near eachother,) bill and charlie didn’t mind you, and ginny was completely in love with you. ginny went as far as asking ron if you were to be expected at every holiday and birthday they celebrated.

i think it’s already canon that ron HATES when people give him suits or something to wear (considering the yule ball,) but when you bought a suit from one of the nearby muggle towns, he kind of questioned it, but liked the idea of wearing a black tuxedo. “well,” he examined the outfit, his eyes swiftly moved up and down as he looked at any noticeable details of the suit. “it sure is quite nice.” you smiled, the remark staining a permanent reminder that he adored you.

trust me, you’ve been caught a variety of times trying to sneak into his room, and the same goes vice versa. harry used to be kind of upset at your snogging sessions, but he got used to them when he saw how affectionate the both of you were at dinner in the dining room.

speaking of food, he’d be the type to try and steal your food. you see how hermione smacks him with the nearest object at her hand when he eats too loudly, too fast, or eats a ton. “ron!” you smacked his hand lightly. sad, puppy eyes pleaded for a piece of your food. it made him frown. “fine, ron. you can take a piece.” you’d cross your arms, watching him form a cute grin that would brighten the rest of your day. he’d nibble on the food, a mumbled “thank you” would come from his mouth.

he loves kissing you in the hallways. you’d lean into the corner, allowing him to give faint kisses on your forehead before the both of you had no choice but to part to your own separate classes. “i promise, love. i’ll see you tonight, yeah?” you’d watch him walk away, a sad, yet proud grin would paint your face. you’d hear the distant call from a professor telling you, “get to class, miss l/n!” and you couldn’t help but giggle, your mind set on the memory of his lips as your shoes clacked in the hallways, jogging to your next class.

he’s been late a few times to class, mainly for you. self-explainable.

hugging you when you sleep, pampering kisses all over your neck is his favorite activity.

Smut |

oh, this man…

i’m not the type to specify dick sizes, but let’s just say he’s coming in at 6-7 inches erect, a good 5 when soft.

receiving blowjobs and public sex is his favorite combination. you wouldn’t believe the amount of times he’s snuck you into the bathrooms, locking the bathroom stall with a spell. you’d get down on your knees, swirling the tip of his cock around your tongue like it was a lollipop. his eyes roll back every time your fingers touch the veins on his shaft. he especially ascends to heaven and beyond when you allow him to use your hair to guide his cock down your throat.

just try and tell me this man doesn’t whimper like crazy in bed. he fucking loves releasing all of his audible pleasure into your ears. “o-oh… yeah, love… just like that,” he’d cry out, twisting and turning when his dick met the right spot inside of you.

basically, he’s such a huge switch.

for example, if it’s just casual sex, prepare for him to whimper and moan and squirm every time you touch him, but if he catches you winking at another guy or if another guy flirts with you, he’s gonna fuck you like his dick was made to be inside of your tight cunt only.

his favorite position is probably cowgirl. he loves pulling on your hair when you ride his cock, your hips swaying back and forth, teasing his cock as it twitches inside of you.

“hush it, darling,” he whispered. he’d put his hand over your mouth, violently snapping his hips into you. his fingernails carved crescent-shaped marks into your hips. he just fucking loves it when he gets to fuck you in an environment when you’re forced to both be quiet.

he’s an ass guy. he loves staring at your ass. when he’s done rambling to harry about his day at bed, he’ll make sure he’s asleep before pulling out his cock and imagining sticking it deep in your ass. makes him cum instantly. the surprise on harry’s scarred face when he realizes why ron is jerking around under the covers instantly makes him shut his eyes and turn back around.

he’s not too big on cumming inside of you, but your back, your stomach, your tits, your ass, your face… god, there’s just so many places. besides your ass, i’d say he loves cumming on your stomach and seeing it seep down off and onto the covers when you’re laying down.

he’s sweet when it comes to aftercare. “are you okay, love? want an extra pillow? here, take mine,” he’d lift your head up, placing an extra one beneath your head. he’d grab a warm rag, wiping you off and kissing your chest and stomach. he sometimes just wants to fuck you again after seeing you all cleaned up and asleep.

make him feel appreciated, and i promise, sex with him is amazing. he’s so scared to move too fast in worries of injuring you, but affirmation is important for him or else you’re probably not getting what you want.

might write a draco malfoy one next idk guys. happy thanksgiving if you celebrate it 🦃 🎉

[zennybearr]

What do you think birthday parties would be like for the black sisters?

a/n: idk if you meant these as headcanons or as a story, so we’re going with headcanons! >.<

bellatrix's birthdays: extravagant affairs meant to impress. the black family spares no expense, with grand decorations, enchanted entertainment, and guests from all the most prominent pureblood families. bellatrix thrives in the attention, always eager to show off her duelling skills to any willing (or unwilling) participant. gifts often include family heirlooms or dark artefacts, which she receives with delight. she's usually found bossing around the house-elves, demanding they make her birthday just as she wants.

andromeda's birthdays: quieter compared to bellatrix's, but still elegant. she prefers smaller gatherings, only inviting close family and a few select friends. the day often involves more intellectual activities, such as debates or discussions on magical theory, which andromeda enjoys. despite the understated tone, her sisters make sure there's always an element of magic – perhaps a show of transfiguration tricks or potion demonstrations. she secretly treasures the personal gifts over the lavish ones, like a hand-painted book cover or a rare herb she can study.

narcissa's birthdays: the most refined of all, focusing on luxury and beauty. narcissa's parties are a blend of charm and sophistication, with soft music played by charmed instruments and tables covered in delicate pastries and treats. her birthdays are often themed, like 'enchanted gardens' with flowers blooming in mid-air, or 'celestial nights' with constellations twinkling above them. narcissa is fond of beautiful clothes and jewellery, and her gifts often reflect that. she likes having her sisters by her side, and it's one of the rare times they all come together peacefully, dressed in coordinated robes that druella insists upon.

and just in case that’s not enough, this is what i hc for them as they grow up!

when they’re young: druella and cygnus ensure each birthday is a memorable affair. as children, the girls wake up to a room full of magical decorations that change every year – floating flowers, glittering stars, or enchanted butterflies. druella bakes their favourite cake, a tradition from her own childhood, and charms it to match the birthday theme. cygnus, though more reserved, always has a special gift picked out, often something connected to their magical education – an enchanted quill, a rare book, or a magical pet. the girls are dressed in new robes, tailored especially for the occasion, and they get to pick their favourite meal for dinner. druella always spoils them with extra sweets and tells them they’re allowed to stay up past bedtime.

early teenage years: as they grow older, druella and cygnus start hosting more formal parties for the girls, inviting notable families and arranging sophisticated gatherings in the black family's grand halls. druella takes care to make sure the girls are dressed in elegant gowns, and she teaches them the importance of presenting themselves as proper young ladies. bellatrix enjoys the grandiosity, always eager to impress their esteemed guests, while andromeda starts feeling slightly constrained by the expectations. cygnus continues to give gifts with significance – a family heirloom for bellatrix, a set of rare potion ingredients for andromeda, and a fine silver necklace for narcissa. druella still takes care to make them feel individually special, always slipping a personal note or small sentimental gift into their hands when no one is looking.

late teenage to adulthood: by the time they reach their later teens, the focus shifts from children’s entertainment to elegant social events. druella and cygnus use their daughters’ birthdays to strengthen alliances, ensuring the guest list is filled with influential pureblood families. bellatrix’s birthdays are often the most extravagant, reflecting her power and confidence, while narcissa’s are the most refined, full of understated luxury. andromeda’s birthdays, though still a spectacle, always have a personal touch – druella knows her daughter longs for more than just the grandeur and makes sure there are quiet moments, like a shared cup of tea in the early morning or a private gift that reflects her interests. cygnus, who loves to spoil them and embarrass them makes sure to behave his best on their birthdays, and makes sure each daughter has something to remind them of their status in the family – whether it's jewellery, an enchanted artefact, or a personal artwork (because i totally believe cygnus is the artist of the family) reminding them of their family’s legacy.

[greenerteacups]

Dear GTC!!

Having finished my reread of your Book/Year 3, I’ve been thinking about what lessons the remaining Marauders might have to teach the Harry-Ron-Hermione-Draco foursome (whose lack of a covert group name makes them much less pretentious, but leaves open the option for us readers to suggest our own name ideas; i am partial to the “troll-toppling foursome”). In many ways, they are inheritors and foils of the Marauder legacy, not only its members, but also Snape, Lily, and the Black siblings. I’m certain this inheritance stand a chance to transmute itself into the later generation’s respective magical signatures and talents. Lupin taught Harry how to cast a Patronus; Draco recieved Snape’s old potions textbook. I think it stands to reason that Hermione and Ron individually, and the second generation foursome collectively, have magic to inherit and learn from the surviving marauders. Namely, Animagi magic, at which I think Hermione would be particularly talented, Draco and Ron would appreciate the strategic and tactical value of possessing, and which Harry might relate to on account of his being a Parseltongue. Do you think the four of them as a unit would be strong enough in magic and self-mastery to become underage illegal Animagi together? Do do you think Sirius would have any interest in teaching them, or do you think it’s something they might initiate on their own?

The phrase "Harry-Ron-Hermione-Draco foursome" is, while on the one hand a perfectly accurate and uncontroversial way to describe their group of friends, also the unique combination of words most likely to make Draco wake up screaming in a cold sweat;

The parallels you draw out between the Golden Quartet (trademark pending, someone in the comments gave them this name and I think it's cute) are really lovely, and I spent a while thinking about them! The dynamic parallels between Draco and Sirius vs. Draco and Snape are in particular things that I spend a lot of time thinking about. Chapter 29 is a sort of love letter to the Marauders, in that way.

I'm intrigued that you think Hermione would be a good Animagus; is it because she's a Transfiguration nerd? I'm not saying you're wrong, it's just not something I'd thought of before, so I'm interested by the thought. There's a brief discussion of this prospect in Book 4, before the Second Task, where Harry raises the possibility and suggests that Sirius could teach him (albeit somewhat in jest); Hermione shuts it down for safety and legal reasons, which are probably straight from McGonagall's lips. So that's why they haven't considered it seriously: animagus magic is a unique combination of dangerous and time-consuming that means it's very rarely a solution to whatever the Quartet are dealing with, and the Marauders pulling it off is kind of a small miracle made possible by the fact that, unlike the Quartet, they basically had nothing else to do.

I also slid in a reference to McGonagall giving everyone a lecture on the dangers of fucking up animagus transformations, complete with pictures. It's my headcanon that this lecture started after a Certain Three Individuals graduated, for reasons related to her sanity and blood pressure. (She does offer an elective on it to seventh years, however, so... I mean, if it were me, I'd much rather learn from her than from Sirius, who strikes me as a "straight into the deep end" kind of teacher. Come to think of it, that might be the answer to your question.)

[stardustaces]

[You know it's a good day when you start theorycrafting about your own headcanons.]

[This blog has established a few things that, until further notice, are canon to these T.railblaze.rs' histories. First, their struggles with their own senses of self are personified in the persons they sometimes see in the mirror- a reflection with a deep, black void where their faces ought to be.]

[Second, before waking up at the Space Station, Sei and Kyu were different individuals in Ca.elus and St.elle respectively. They, too, struggled with sense of self, and tried to compensate by making as big a name they could for themselves by accruing skills and talents, hoping that they could find an identity in things they were really good at, in things they could offer the universe.]

[The chasm- has the T.railblaze.r always seen it in the mirror? Did it start with Sei and Kyu, or did it haunt Ca.elus and St.elle, too?]

[And if it started after the memory wipe, which the T.railblaze.r consented to-- could the chasm be their remnant in their post-mindwipe self's psyche?]

[I think that could make for a delightfully ironic dynamic- Ca.elus, taunting and berating Sei for not knowing who he is, while he himself tried and failed to fill the chasm inside of him, to cultivate a sense of identity. He's been transfigured into a reminder of what it is he could never have- yet his new self found a way to fill it.]

[Third- this blog's T.railblaze.r ceases to see the chasm on a regular basis, after at last being able to acknowledge the impact they had on others as proof that they exist. Is this the previous T.railblaze.r gaining that sense of self along with their new self?]

[Perhaps in saving others, the T.railblaze.r finally managed to save the person they once were.]

[transf1gure]

3 things abt black lemonade cookie

- former delinquent that used music as an outlet. (Lots of ANGER AND ANGST.)

- biggest B.A.D 4 and CAKEPOPs stan. (she has photocards hidden somewhere in her phone cases/photocard albums for her biases)

- physically strong depsite how she looks. The only instance of her getting hurt is a tiny scar on her left eye. bc somebody was bullying her bestie SG.

[violenceviolence-rp]

Human Wally headcanons?

You're really indulging me here, it's appreciated haha. Since ya didn't specify which flavor of Fleshy Wallace, have both:

Wood-Cursed-with-Humanhood ("Meaty Wally")

- the beginning of the end of his years-long cat-and-rat game with Jimmy, who was able to level up his Trashy Magician skills by temporarily becoming a wooden puppet again with Slappy's assistance (Slaps was in on the "prank" part but mostly just finds mannequin Jimbo hot)

- closer to an alchemical homunculus rather than a true human, either way he's mortal and experiencing magical impotence for the first time ever because he's now made of meat, not Kanduu's coffin

- honestly between Mahar reincarnating his timber & remains as a living dummy and O'James metaphysically neutering him with an even more unnatural mortality, he's feeling targeted as fuck and spitting anti-Irish epithets that haven't been used for decades

- FURIOUS about being only 4' tall and convinced that Jimmy made him short to mock him, but the Trashy Magician isn't that skilled, Wally is just in the habit of blaming him for everything and can't stand the shoe being on the other foot for once

- easily restrained now that he lacks the supernatural strength of all his victims, or however I decide his necromantic power works--still bites and has a low centre of gravity working to his advantage, much to Jimmy's annoyance, but is also susceptible to being kicked in the crotch despite not having balls, and petty vengeance is sweeter than cake if you ask Jimmy

- off-puttingly cool for a human (think room-temp steak) in the same way his normal body is off-puttingly warm for a doll

- gets food poisoning a lot because he still eats raw meat & cat food; disappointed to learn vomiting just hurts as opposed to the quasi-climax that usually accompanies a geyser of horrible fluid

- he was always handsy with Slappy, but now he's downright cuddly--embarrassing as hell but Slaps ain't complainin ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

- HATES that he wants to ride Jimmy like a unicycle & takes all of this frustration out on Slappy wherever his slave is most likely to walk in on them--again, Slaps ain't complainin

- Jimmy eventually follows through with a long-standing threat after too many instances of waking up to Wally humping his face (old habits die hard) and transfigures him into a cat, and wouldn't you know, one of those free spay/neuter traveling clinics happens to be in the neighborhood...C'mon, be honest, what would you do? Turning him back to a human-adjacent thing results in mild body-horror-comedy (supernumerary nipples) that thoroughly revolts everyone, and once he's back to normal, Horrors Below, he's no longer got the tentacle. Do ya know how many tongues and dicks have gone into that beastly thing? Seriously, he lost count sometime in the 1950s--it's gonna take decades of hunting to get back half of what he had, and that bastard magician is starting to look pretty damn tasty.

Wallace Punch (Totally Mundane Human AU)

- "For the last time Woofles, I'm not an 'egg' I'm a trap! Quit tryna convert me!"

- /b/tard since 2005 (big sis showed him how to use a VPN to pirate shit when he was 12, she kind of regrets it)

- actually his older sister is the one family member he respects & he's only half-joking when he says it's because she "isn't tainted by our loser parents' genes"; as kids they all enjoyed playing "guess which kid is adopted" with strangers (Wallace is the odd redhead among 4 brunettes, genetics are weird)

- doesn't mind being 5' (little spoon privileges) but always bitching about the "discrimination" he faces as a switchy manlet

- ...is a rubbish top anyway, total two-pump chump without meth & honestly a pillow princess at heart

- stereotypical "film bro" whose main takeaways from flicks like Fight Club & A Clockwork Orange are "I need to step up my wardrobe and learn how to hotwire a car"

- does weird shit with food, not always sexual, just seems to enjoy making a nauseating mess; occasionally his show involves bathing in a clear acrylic clawfoot tub filled with spaghetti & meat sauce, which is an Ordeal to set up but the man has some dedicated groupies

- "What’s better than getting a pretty girl to laugh? Getting a pretty girl to peg you ♡"

- hates cooking after having to work in his dad's chippy for all of 3 years as a teenager, pretty much lives off of convenience store sausages & frozen pizza with friggin beans on it, if not for copious amounts of canned pineapple he'd definitely have scurvy

- negates the intended purpose of all that pineapple (if ykyk) by smoking cigars like a chimney--started stealing mom's Dunhills at the tender age of 10, which stunted his height and kickstarted his ambiguous behavioral/emotional disorders...Wally nerfing himself sure is a recurring theme huh

- pretty decent at using a swazzle and keeping a straight face while saying the most obscene nonsense through it

- mutually disowned his father and considers himself "the superior Mr. Punch"--any version of Wally is just like "fuck you, dad"

- admits that it's probably for the best he's allergic to alcohol

- remarkably, the worst thing he's ever gotten/passed on was the clap

- the first time he visited the United States and had iced tea he accused the server of trying to poison him

- also got punched in the mouth in a NYC pizzeria after making a 9/11 joke because someone called him a freak for requesting friggin beans as a topping, but wasn't too concerned because in his experience, teeth grow back (artistic license hyperdontia, okay?)

- dislikes most animals but adores horses, even the homeliest pony turns this man to pudding; actually capable of turning on the charm when it suits him, Wallace adopts a totally different persona (& fake name) around the handful of posh equestrian chums he's manipulated over the years for the express reason of riding their horses, in truth considering these "friends" to be annoying idiots; almost gets banned from one club for wearing fringed holstein cowhide chaps he got in Texas

- can't decide how he dies. On the one hand it could be satisfying to play his "redemption arc" straightish by letting him grow old and mellow a bit and maybe even mature enough to have some shame when he reflects on his youthful foibles, on the other hand it's much funnier & more fitting if his last words are "Oh sod off" as a double-decker bus takes him out because he didn't look both ways before crossing the street

[ohlovxr]

special spells || poly!marauders x fem!reader

Being the girlfriend of three out of four Marauders doesn’t make you any exception to their wicked schemes. If anything, it makes you prime target to them.

words: 3.5k

warnings: fem!reader, dom/sub dynamics, overstimulation, public humiliation/exhibitionism (in a way - it’s in public, no one actually sees anything tho), degradation, praise, unedited smut/fic, sirius being a little shit **safe words are put in place**, got really james-centric near the end because i’m a simp, overprotective james because literally why not, weird titles because i literally couldn’t come up with anything else lol sorry

note: this is a little fic inspired by this headcanon from @pinkandblueblurbs that i thought was just - muah - chef’s kiss. so thank you to her for allowing me to use the idea/prompt - and also to the person that sent it in! again, we’re pretending like peter literally doesn’t exist lmfao, he’s mentioned literally not even by name but just for effect. like that’s it, sorry i don’t fuck with rats. i hope you all enjoy!

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Dating three fourths of the self proclaimed Marauders came about as easy as anyone would expect. That, of course, means not at all.

It had been wishful thinking to have assumed at the beginning of your relationship with the three boys that you would have been spared being a victim to their mischievous ways. If anything, it made you the victim.

As their girlfriend, you were their favourite target. It was never really harmful, like the grand schemes they cooked up for the students in Slytherin house, but they were frequent and a variety.

The games they played ranged from innocent, yet very much able to get you into trouble, pranks such as using a spell to unwillingly turn you into your animagus form - making it appear to others as though James had simply put his transfiguration skills to a hilarious test - all the way to less innocent pranks, such as slipping you the odd love potion every now and then for laughs, giggles, and ego inflation.

They never took it too far, of course, but you absolutely could not stand Sirius’ big head after the effects had worn off.

Up until today, one thing you could have noted was that their little games had never taken a… sexual turn.

Whether it be because the four of you were already heavily active or the fact that those activities ranged thoroughly across any sexual board you could find, you couldn’t imagine your boys could find anything that would catch you by surprise or leave you disgruntled -  as they found it “So very cute, sweetheart,” when you pouted - in any sort of way.

Evidently, you were wrong. You found so much out when two out of three boyfriends came sliding in on either side of you during breakfast in the Great Hall wearing their matching signature wide, and rather unsettling, grins.

Their gazes were settled on you as you continued to butter the slice of toast in your hand. Instead of a greeting, you opted for a, “What did Remus let the two of you do this time?”

A yelp interrupted from you suddenly at the feeling of a sharp pinch to your left thigh. Your head turned to face Sirius with an offended look on your face and a defense about to roll off your tongue before he beat you to it, with a brow raised and his voice quiet and low, filled with authority. “Try again. Proper greeting this time.”

Ignoring the urge to roll your eyes in the wake of a punishment later into the day, you sighed softly before turning to James. The smile still planted on the bespectacled boy’s face made the corners of your lips lift up into a small smile before you offered him your sweetest sounding, “Goodmornin’ Jamie,” and placed a brief peck onto his lips to which made his smile grow more genuine in return.

You turned back to Sirius, this time a pout forming onto your lips as you looked at him with hopeful eyes. “Mornin’ Sirius.”

He hummed in return, “Better. Could still use a little work, pup.”

The pout on your lips didn’t leave as your brows furrowed in dissatisfaction. It prompted Sirius to roll his eyes and feign an exasperated sigh. “C’mere.”

Your little smile returned as he pecked the pout off your lips.

“So,” you said as soon as Sirius pulled away, “What did Remus let you two do this time?”

You heard the clicking of James’ tongue behind you as Sirius’ face contorted to one of irritation. “Remus does not let us do anything.”

“In fact,” James threw an arm around you as he spoke boldly, “I’d like to see him try and stop us from doing something.”

Your brows raised at the bold statement as you stifled a laugh when you said, “Really?” knowing fully well how the little hierarchy the four of you have works - and how Remus happens to be at the very top.

Both boys hummed, to which you shook your head. “So,” you picked your slice of toast back up and took a bite before continuing, “I take it Remus must be one of the masterminds behind this one, then.”

“And that you’re right, sweetheart.”

Remus’ voice came from behind you, hands planting on either shoulder as he leant down and pressed a kiss to the top of your head.

Whilst the boys at your sides looked disgruntled at the statement, your brows furrowed in question as you tilted your head to look at the tallest boy. “What are you three up to?”

The pads of his thumbs swiped across your shoulders, which would have been comforting despite the fact that Remus now donned one of James and Sirius’ “I’m up to no good” smirks with a perfected ease as he looked down at you. His voice was filled with amusement as were the glints in his eyes. “It’s a surprise, bun. I’d hate to ruin it.”

The interaction had left you on edge all throughout your first period, where you were stuck in Divination all alone to stew in your thoughts. 

Usually, you wouldn’t know the fact that your boyfriends had the odd prank cooked up for you, so you’d typically be pretty excited to see what they had to dish out next and to whom. Remus, however, made it abundantly clear that it had little to do with any Slytherin or Filch and everything to do with you.

So, when the second period came around, you found yourself sitting next to Sirius in History of Magic.

The raven haired boy still wore that arrogant smirk of his that you just wanted to wipe clean off his face as it was directed at you.

“Hello, love.”

You only grunted in return, crossing your arms and leaning back into your chair as your eyes surveyed the room for any oncoming threats. It was times like this you found yourself appreciating the corner back row seat that Sirius had shoved you into at the beginning of term.

“On edge, are we?”

You turned to glare at the boy as Professor Binns began onto his droning. “And why do you think that is?” You whispered harshly in response.

When Sirius’ smirk only widened, you went on. “You know it’s only a Tuesday? Tuesdays are the worst, Sirius. You three really couldn’t have chosen some other day to be a lot of pricks?”

“First off,” Sirius’ voice was hushed as he leaned further into your proximity, eyeing the front of room carefully as to not get caught, “Watch your fucking tongue. I am the last person you want to be talking like that to today. Second, I think you’ll find we chose the perfect day to do this. Maybe now, you’ll come-”

Sirius was cut off by a sharp gasp escaping your lips before your hand clamped over your mouth, eyes squeezing shut as you almost collapsed forward into him.

Sirius quickly told off a Ravenclaw that twisted around in concern at the sound of your gasp before he turned back to watch your thighs shake as they clenched against the force of the sudden pleasure shooting through your cunt.

His expression became one less of arrogance and more of awe at the sight before him. Once you recovered, looking at him through the hair that had fallen into your face, he had just barely found it in himself to finish. “-around to Tuesdays.”

Shock painted your face as you tried to control your breath. “What the fuck was that.”

Sirius’ brows furrowed. “Tongue.”

Your eyes widened incredulously. “Tongue?” It was taking everything in you not to shout and keep your voice at a whisper. “Are you three insane? I just ca- finished in the middle of History of bloody Magic!”

“It doesn’t work when you say it, firstly.” Sirius leant over to grab your hand, squeezing as he looked at you with mock sympathy. “Secondly, I told you to watch your tongue. So now, you’re going to cum.”

A second wave hit you. Your eyes squeezed shut once more as you gripped Sirius hand so tight your knuckles burned white. Your clit throbbed with pleasure, a quiet whimper only your boyfriend could pick up on escaping your lips.

“Is it humiliating, puppy?” You refused to open your eyes as he whispered next to you. “What? Refusing to open those pretty eyes because you’re afraid someone saw you? What would you do, hm? Knowing someone saw you for the selfish little whore you are.”

Sirius’ hand came up and gripped your chin, pulling your face to his and urging you to open your eyes. His demeanour changed. “Do you want to use your safe word?”

A beat passed before you shook your head. “No, sir.”

Sirius had taken mercy in knowledge of the fact that the day was only beginning, and so was their torment, and settled on forcing one more orgasm from your already sensitive body.

Your heart was racing as Sirius walked you to your next class even after being twenty minutes since the last one he’d given you.

You couldn’t help the arousal that left you soaking and your mind hazy when Sirius pressed a kiss to your lips before he pushed you gently into your Ancient Runes class and dismissed himself to Transfiguration.

Although, just as you were making your way to your seat, a hand had wrapped around your arm and pulled you out of the class with ease and without a word.

Words died on your tongue when you realized through your haze that it was Remus hauling you through the halls with an unbreakable determination.

“Remus,” you whined as he practically dragged you to the left, “We’re going to miss Ancient Runes. You know I can’t miss classes.”

“With me, you can,” Remus grunted, eyes still poised ahead of him, “Think you’re forgetting I implemented that rule.”

With a sigh of relief, he stopped in front of a door. You barely had time to read the words “Prefect Bathroom” before you were dragged inside. 

The interior never failed to amaze you. You didn’t have time to bask on it, however, as Remus was immediate with his demands.

“Take off your underwear and get on top of that counter.” The hard look in his eyes was mixed with a hunger you only saw when the full moon was close. “Now.”

Like a second nature, you rid yourself of the offending piece of clothing and hauled yourself on top of the counter, bringing your hands back to lean on them as you brought your legs up to rest your feet at the very edge. Your legs were spread, leaving your cunt on display.

Remus couldn’t hold back a groan at the sight of you on display for him, lips puffy and glistening with arousal.

You whimpered as he came forward and used his thumbs to part your lips further. He growled at the sight of your clit, swollen from overstimulation. “Sirius has been having his fun with that spell, hm? Fuck.”

You didn’t have time to respond before he crouched down, licking a strip over your cunt that had you crying out.

“You know I can smell you, bunny?” Remus said when he pulled away briefly before sucking your clit into his mouth.

The action left your mouth hanging open and long awaited tears slipping from your eyes, pleading cries for mercy falling out as he stayed relentless. “Please, ‘s too much, Remmy.”

“I know, baby,” his words were muffled before he pulled away, watching as your cunt clenched from the attention. He looked up at you. “Just had to get a taste of that pretty pussy.”

His attention quickly went back down to your cunt, leaving you flushing at both his words and the way he opted to stare at your bare sex. You squirmed under the attention. “Stop it, Remmy.”

“Stop what, hm?” A smirk formed on his face as his eyes flitted to your face and back. “I just want to watch you cum.”

With that, familiar pressure shot through you. Back arching as you came undone, your head thudding gently against the mirror behind you as it threw back. A groan escaped your lips at the sudden emptiness you felt as you came around nothing.

Remus watched, entranced as your cunt repeatedly clenched around nothing, bringing his hands to grip onto your waist and hold your lower body down as you rode through your high.

The kiss he landed on your clit post-orgasm made you jolt in surprise. A chuckle escaped his lips at the reaction as he made his way up your body. His arms wrapped around you to bury your head into his neck as your legs wrapped around his waist, mindful of your sensitive cunt as he refrained from pressing against you too much.

“How do you like the surprise?”

Although your original dismay was hardly lost, endorphins swarming your body had a giggle escaping your lips. You left the question unanswered as you felt Remus’ chest vibrate with his own soft laughter.

Ironically, Remus was the one who insisted on not going back to class.

Instead, he opted to keep you to himself for the rest of the hour. The majority of it was spent at his mercy, on your knees with his cock heavy in your mouth, as he pulled another orgasm from your overworked - and painfully empty - body with a single word.

The vibrations of your moans and whimpers around his shaft is what had him shooting his cum down your throat.

By the time lunch rolled around, you had lost count of the amount of time you’d cum. All you knew was the lethargic feeling your body took on as Remus guided you with a gentle hand on your back to the Great Hall.

Now, you sat across a smirking Sirius with Remus by your side. “Did a number on her, didn’t you, Moony?”

Remus shot him a stern look before turning his head to you, bringing a hand up to push your hair behind your ear as he took in your state. “You feeling alright, bun?”

You returned a weak smile. “Yea-”

“What did you two wankers do to the poor thing!”

James had finally arrived, plopping down next to Sirius with concern evident in the way his brows furrowed as he noticed your hazy state from the second he saw you. “Baby?”

You smiled, still weak but genuine, at your boyfriend’s concern. “‘M fine, Jamie. Just a little fuzzy ‘s all.”

“Well, then,” your attention turned to Sirius, who’s smirk had yet to wipe off his face, as he leant over the table and spoke hushed to you, “you wouldn’t mind if I asked you to cum?”

“Pads!”

James’ response came just as you collapsed into Remus’ side, hand shooting up to muffle the small cry that left your lips as your eyes squeezed shut. Remus’ arm came around your shoulders to hold you to him just as James fist came in contact with Sirius’ arm.

“Oi!” Sirius rubbed his arm, albeit the punch doing nothing to wipe the mischievous look on his face. “Seems ungrateful of you, Prongs. Weren’t you the one saying that her face like that was the prettiest thing you’d ever seen?”

James looked sheepish before he recovered. “You’re the definition of a wanker, Sirius.”

“He’s mean.” You added with a pout from the pseudo-safety of Remus’ chest.

With a wicked smile, Sirius leant over and his eyes connected with yours. “I can be meaner.”

You rolled your eyes, although smiling fondly at Sirius’ want of riling James up. There was really only one way to rile James up when you were his best friend and partner in crime, with the same sense of humour and values - when you were Sirius Black - and that’s through his baby.

Torment a few Slytherins? Sure. Drive Minnie up the wall? He’s all for it. Relentlessly teasing and torturing his princess, even in the best of ways? His heart would beat out of his chest with guilt and wanting to make his girl feel as good as he possibly can.

It really is why Remus and Sirius have to be the ones to deliver punishments when you’ve broken a rule.

Sirius’ smile only widened as James rolled his eyes and pushed himself up, knowing he’d accomplished his mission.

“Come on, baby.” James gestured for you. “Let me walk you to class.”

Remus hummed. “And you’re sure that’s all you’ll be doing?”

To which Sirius bursted into laughter, James flipped him off as you heard him uttering something along the lines of, “… was supposed to be harmless fun, not torturing the girl.”

You couldn’t help the small laugh that escaped your lips at James’ endearing defensiveness over you.

As he was finally able to put his arm around you once you’d connected at the end of the long table, James guided you out of the Great Hall before you found that the aftershocks of your latest orgasm made you more desperate for something more than you thought.

“Jamie?”

The sound of your voice, a bit weak, made James’ heart melt as his steps faltered for a moment. “Yeah, love?”

“Do you think you could take me to that classroom on the fourth floor?”

James stopped entirely, thankful for the fact that the hallway had been entirely empty, with his brows furrowed as he looked down at you. “Baby, you’ve had a lot today. I don’t want you thinking-”

“I know! I know,” you interrupted, although flushing at the stern look you received in turn for it. He raised a brow for you to continue, nonetheless. “‘S not for you, Jamie.”

You bit your lip as your cheeks burned hotter than before. “Just been coming around nothing all day. Feels so empty.”

James let out a breath he didn’t know he had been holding in, pants tightening painfully at your confession and the way your eyes, filled with lust, bore into his. “Yeah?”

It didn’t take long for James to take you up to the abandoned classroom on the fourth floor, charming the door locked before pushing your front up against one of the desks.

Your hands came down to support you as James ground himself against you before you whimpered. “Please, Jamie, I can’t - Need your cock.”

“I know,” James cooed, pulling away from you to flip your skirt up and groaning at the sight of you bare - panties stolen by Remus. He traced your lips, wet with arousal, with his finger and shushing you as you whined. “It’s alright, sweetheart. I’m going to fill you up, yeah?”

He pulled his hands away from you to release himself from his confines, pulling out his cock and relishing in the gasp that escaped your lips when he ran the tip through your folds. “Gonna make my girl feel all better, hm?”

You pushed back against him with a cry, urging him to hurry up, to which he complied. You groaned at the feeling of the boy slowly filling your cunt for the first time that day.

“Fuck.” James’ hands gripped tightly at your waist as he bottomed out, panting as he took a moment to rest inside you and allow you to adjust. “That feel better, princess?”

You mustered enough strength to nod your head weakly, uttering incoherent words of gratitude as your cunt clenched around the boy’s cock. “Thank you, thank you, thank you so much-”

James shushed you as one of his hands came up to grip your jaw, bringing you up to have your back flush against his chest and connect your lips with his.

“Never have to thank me,” he mumbled against your lips, “‘D do anything for my princess.”

His hips began to move, thrusting at a slow rhythm. “You my princess?”

“Yeah,” you cried against his lips as his cock began to hit a sensitive spot inside of you, “‘M your princess, Jamie.”

James’ thrusts began to pick up, the feeling of your cunt tightening around him becoming too much. The lewd sounds of skin slapping against skin and your moans echoing in the room increased with the quickening of his pace.

“I’m so close, baby,” James grunted into your ear, “Want you to cum.”

With that, another coil in your belly snapped and sent you over the edge. The feeling of your cunt spasming around his cock sent James to his end not long after, painting your walls white as he buried himself into you.

Your pants filled the room, coupled with James’, as the two of you refused to move before a thought hit you. “Did you three really learn how to manufacture a spell and put that knowledge to use by creating a… cum charm?”

You turned your head back only to be met with a sheepish smile on the bespectacled boy’s face. “To be fair, Pads was telling the truth about how pretty your orgasm face is, princess.”

[rewritingcanon]

teddy and victoire headcanons because they are such an ‘it’ couple to me:

fairytale sort of love

like teddy would transfigure themselves to look like a prince when they were super young because then vic would get upset at him because how could they be a prince whilst she couldn’t be a princess? and then teddy would just say ‘but you’re already a princess vic’ and yeah. literal disney-like childhood friends to lovers

when teddy went away to hogwarts for the first time victoire was absolutely distraught, and even more so when she found out out he’d been sorted into hufflepuff because she was convinced she would be in gryffindor since she’s a weasley (surprise! she wasn’t!) and got immense separation anxiety

so everyone knew they would get together and that it was only a matter of time, and fleur, being the romanticist she was, was obsessed with teddy.

like if victoire brought any other person back home fleur would be polite but there was always that hint of coldness towards them because why aren’t they the golden-hearted punk enby vic’s been so clearly in love with since she could process what love was????

teddy and fleur are like that rough, has a cracked tooth, part time tattoo artist who constantly smells like nicotine and the pristine middle aged french woman who has casually acheived milestone successes in her youth and always has her hair and makeup done pair and they just binge watch sad, terribly-written romance films together because they are both extremely sensitive and LOVE cliches

also they do each others makeup and victoire gets very sheepish about it sometimes

victoire and teddy were both heartthrobs at school and they had major game, so they didn’t have much trouble getting partners. suprisingly enough they were never that toxic ‘seething-with-envy’ pair of friends. they were actually quite supportive of one another, if not confused at why they got sad sometimes when seeing the other with someone else

james will claim he found out first that vic and teddy were in a relationship, but it was actually dominique, who is leagues better at keeping secrets.

victoire is high strung perfectionist and teddy is a concentrated chaotic mess, but instead of it being a peeve to each other, they simply balance each other out

teddy used to have dreams of victoire leading up to the moment they realised they were in love with her, and sometimes would wake up morphed as her and become incredibly confused (having gender identity issues was not helping their situation)

teddy gets victoire into philosophy, victoire gets teddy into curation. no one ever thought they’d see the day where either things were possible

victoire has an incredibly grumpy designer persian cat called Camille and she only has a soft spot for her and teddy

after a really long and stressful day at work (victoire’s a sub manager in st mungos), teddy will take down vic’s ponytail, and gently brush her hair out as she relaxes on the couch.

teddy is just overall being great spouse material, i could go on about this point by i would have to make a seperate post

its the tattooed blue-haired bruised-knuckles punk x preppy pastelle pink 2000s fem aesthetic couple

its staying up in your room painting your nails or flipping through an old magazine with your cracked phone crammed between your face and shoulder at night as you slowly fall in love with your lifelong best friend over the phone, and you don’t even know it, because this had been going on for years.

teddy fell first, victoire fell harder

this is a couple that wears big chunky platforms and sleek shiny heeled shoes ONLY

teddy is a huge flirter whilst victoire tends to get flustered more easily, but their dynamic switches when it comes down to each other, making victoire the flirty one and teddy the shy one

victoire’s love language is acts of service, teddy’s is all five because he’s perfect (words of affirmation mighttt just top however)

that’s all because this post is already so long. lmk and request if anyone wants hcs on any other couples!

[stonedregulus]

hihiii!! what are some of your favorite barty headcanons?

Heyyyy! Oh I’m so excited I love doing these.

His birthday is November 8th because the guy is a fucking Scorpio: he’s bold and mysterious and also like pretty obsessive. Would make a great con artist, or cult leader. Super passionate, and holds onto grudges. Not great at expressing feelings but really good at feeling them. Also really good at getting revenge and also super fucking loyal. (By the way—Scorpios are my most favorite people on earth.)

He’s an early bird and he likes to wake Regulus up by throwing things at him - pillows, books, the cat, whatever. Regulus fucking hates it and chases him around trying to murder him afterward. One time this happens and they end up out in the snow in nothing but pajama bottoms throwing snowballs at each other until Evan makes them come inside so their toes don’t fall off.

Barty is a complete psycho when it comes to Regulus’ well being. He’s extremely over protective and will fuck anyone up who even looks at Reg wrong.

He’s extremely fucking smart. Best in their year at Transfiguration. He and Evan are super competitive at who gets better grades and it somehow always devolves into someone finding their book bag full of slime.

He has a pet snake. Magical AU or not he has a snake.

He’s a beater on the Slytherin quidditch team, which helps him get his anger out… Most of the time.

He was almost put into Ravenclaw but his determination to piss his father off and prove he was nothing like him was great enough that the hat put him in Slytherin.

His dad was mentally and physically abusive to both him and his mum.

His mum (Lottie 😊) sneaks him out of the house during the summer into Muggle London while Barty Sr is at work to take him to movies and museums and other places they’re not supposed to go.

He gets super into fashion and he and Reg fix Evan’s absolutely atrocious taste in clothing.

One summer he learned to fold paper into different origami shapes by hand instead of by magic like other students. From then on he takes the time to fold all his notes into little frogs and butterflies. One time, Snape made fun of him for it and Evan cursed him so badly he was in the hospital wing for a week.

He has quite an impressive dagger collection.

[mischievovstar]

How you started dating the marauders headcanons

*gifs not mine*

James potter

He pumps with you on your first day in the train

"i'm so sorry" he stuttered

"it's alright" you said and send him a smile before walking to find an empty compartment

You left before he even got the chance to know your name

The second time you had to talk to him was in third year

"what's written over there?" You asked, not being able to see because of all of the smoke from the cauldrons

"dragon liver" he answered with a smile, but before he could start a conversation with you you were already back to copying what's on the board

He learned your name during the sorting hat

You didn't officially met until 5th year when you wanted a tutor for transfiguration and professor McGonagall told james to tutor you

"didn't thought you needed help y/l/n" he said with a smirk

"sod off potter" you rolled your eyes at him

You spent hours and hours studying for the upcoming exam

He would quiz you unexpectedly

"what's the incantation to transforming an owl into an opera glasses?" He asked you out of nowhere

"potter it's 3 in the morning get the fuck out of my room" you whisper yelled to not wake your roommates

Started hanging out more not just because to study

You started to develop some feelings after few months

And he did too

He started flirting with you on different occasions

"black is your colour y/l/n"

"i know potter"

He loved your confidence

You played by your own rules

He didn't understand how you never got caught sneaking out and you give him some tips

"do try and keep up with the best potter"

You both were hanging by the bridge looking at the snow fall around your

He stared at your lips

You caught his glance and you made the first move by leaning in

He closed the distance by pulling you by your waist and you smiled against his lips

Sirius black

You were studying at the library with remus

You said your goodbyes and walked with your friends while he walked to his

"who's that moony?" Sirius asked

"y/n y/l/n" he answered him

And there where everything started

"good morning beautiful" sirius grinned when he sat next to your

You get confused like alot because he has never talked to you why all of the sudden he's interested?

Flirts all the time

Like 24/7

"if you're not gravity then why did i fell for you"

"can i have five minutes of peace?"

Him flirting with you even more

You lowkey loved his flirting

You weren't sure if he liked you or not because he flirted with everyone

Especially you

You were walking to class with your guy friend and laughs about every joke he said

He gets jealous, like alot.

"who's that?"

"he's my friend"

He scoffs, of course he doesn't believe you

He watched your friendship from afar

Jealousy got the best of him until he stopped talking to you and of course it confused you that he was talking to you on the first place and now he stopped it confused you more

He just couldn't stand it anymore, if he didn't shoot his shot you two would never get together

You saw him pacing towards your direction, he didn't slow down so you stopped "hey is everyth-"

He didn't let you finish before cupped your cheeks and crashed his lips to yours

he just kissed you out of nowhere

"what are you doing?" You asked pulling away

"i like you y/n! Why can't you see?"

You just wanted assurance "oh come back here you idiot" you said and kissed him again

Remus lupin

Lily introduced you to him, both of you had the same friends

She knew that you liked him so she started to invite you more to hangout with you and him

Sometimes she didn't even show up

Everything you needed help with he helped

His friends teasing him about it

"moony how's y/n doing is she still single?" Sirius teased him

"fuck off pads"

Your liking of him started at the end of the fifth year

He offered you chocolate sometimes when you were stressing over tests

You find chocolates inside of your pockets when you're on your period

Of course you knew the source

Such a sweetheart

What's there to not like? Tall, handsome, smart, funny, and the Mastermind

"if you don't ask her out moony i swear i will"

"prongs with all due respect go fuck yourself"

Gentleman

Reminds you take care of yourself during exams because he knows you stress so much

One time though you were stressing out more than usual

Him being him wanted to comfort you

He took you to the kitchens

He gave you some hot chocolate to drink while assuring you

"you have been studying for it for weeks you will be fine sweetheart"

It was the first time he called you this

Your heart started pounding and you blushed

"y/n? Can i kiss you?"

"yeah" you didn't know how it came out

He leaned closer and kissed you, it was tender and sweet.

And then you admitted your feelings for him that he shared the same ones with you

"about damn time" sirius said from behind you two accompanied with james

He rolls his eyes "way to ruin the moment"