#love jkr

[feministfang]

Got news from my secret spy friend about some troons/trannies/trans-imposters taking screenshots of my blogs where i am hating on brown/south asian men and posting them with captions where they’re calling me a racist.

Are u sure it’s the racism you are crying about or are my transphobic posts burning your ass?? Or is it something to do with the effects of castration on your dickless male bodies?? Missing that trashy thing already????

You clowns couldn’t even bring down the most powerful and successful JK ROWLING👑 with your racism-card and think that tactic will work on others. That woman did not give up on her beliefs and neither will I. No amount of gaslighting will work on me cause i don’t mind being an evil person. Cope and cry!

Last thing, if you are offended by my anti-south asian moids posts, you should definitely see how i treat them irl. Tumblr blogs are just the trailer 🤣

[ricochetyears]

love that hc where james doesn’t really like being called “jamie” but goes absolute stupid when regulus calls him that. i mean, in general, he’s all so grumpy and frustrated that no one bothers to just add a fucking s to “james”, but whenever reg says it so casually like “thank you for the tea, jamie” or “no, i’m not busy, jamie” or “that’s alright, jamie” his mind just goes lalala i’m so in love hihi

[skyrigel]

People have the audacity to say they weren't fucking.

[toorumlk]

— chapter 7, goblet of fire

i felt the strongest urge to draw this endearing scene :’)

[i-need-of-a-hobby]

i love seeing fic writers put "i dont support jkr!!!!" in their summaries-

like, yeah, i appreciate the sentiment but sweetheart, you're writing wolfstar a/b/o with the tags "background starchaser" and "trans regulus." i wouldn't have assumed you supported a terf sweetie.

[aidens-ocean-galaxy]

nerdy, blonde, ravenclaw barty becoming the rebellious, black with green tips haired, bad bitch he is to not only piss off his dad, but to impress a certain slytherin boy

[moonyswarmsweaters]

Walburga: You are not good enough for my son.

Remus: You’re not good enough for your son.

Walburga: Excuse me?

Remus: You heard me.

[lovesickmarauders]

regulus and remus who are out as a couple, but everyone thinks they're constantly arguing because they're independent.

Anyone else whos dating is making out in the corridor but no one has seen them even look at eachother in days

It's because rhey patrol the corridors together at night and can't be bothered with the drama so they have their secret places to relax together

The rumours are also entertaining on why they've fought this time

[caspervi]

Nothing like drawing starchaser while hearing Phoebe Bridgers the entire time

[imheredisappointingmyparents]

Sirius: Hey, guys, you remember that annoying queerphobic girl in school, Joanne? The one that asked questions when James offered to be Lilly and Mary's donor? Yeah. She wrote some weird book about son of James and Lilly? And everyone is straight and cis? Weird, right?

[ricochetyears]

really love the idea of regulus being oh so mean and cold and detached in his human form but a cutie patootie in his animagus form (little kitty). like he just curls on james’ lap and purrs and meows and licks his cheeks and bites him gently and nudges him with his rosy little nose and

[mistyjessart]

my boys <333333

made for a class assignment where i wrote about all the young dudes and the marauders fandom, with tortured poets department lyrics in the background. what is my life

anyways…. i’ll make a coloured version when i have time btwn finals but in the meantime, i kin assigned them all moony toast condiments and taylor swift songs:

james is jam, because the pun was too good to pass up, but also he gives me sweet strawberry vibes. he also gets the prophecy for obvious reasons.

sirius is marmalade, like jam but fancier and more citrusy, less willing to put up with shit. also assigned the black dog.

remus is lemon curd, he gives me lemon boy by cavetown energy. he’s got a kinda harsh exterior with his scars but he’s actually really sweet and loves sweets. assigned tortured poets department for the “you smoked then ate seven bars of chocolate” line.

peter is butter, a staple to round out the group, can be overlooked but definitely deserves more appreciation. butter on toast is the best. assigned peter bc… well… it’s peter.

[aiden-writes-gay-stuff]

whenever james and regulus get into an argument where neither of them want to apologise first, regulus will tease james as much as he can until he caves and says sorry first

like, he’ll wear sexy underwear, bend over as much as he can, and when he feels that james is about to cave, he starts rubbing him through his pants and gets him hot and bothered

and when james asks for more, regulus says “just say you’re sorry, baby. come on. say it and I’ll give you more”. and obviously james apologises

[punchablelunchable]

Harry takes the steps two at a time, but Draco takes them one at a time at lightning speed

Draco gets tattoos but Harry gets piercings (Luna does most of them)

Draco says babe and baby but Harry says love

Draco loves when Harry wears crop tops but Harry loves it when Draco wears Muggle suits

Draco has to be practically forced to share his trauma but Harry brings his up casually bc he thinks it's normal

Tall Draco and top Harry

Draco becomes the potions professor and Harry becomes the DADA professor

Draco can't stay asleep but Harry can't fall asleep

Draco's love language is acts of service (followed by words of affirmation) but Harry's is gift giving (followed by physical touch)

Draco runs but Harry weight lifts (both think the others build and ability is extremely hot)

[marauders-bs]

this has been in my head for a year and a half

When Regulus moved into his dorm room in first year, he had two roommates. Evan, and Barty.

Both were pureblood. Evan rejected the whole thing, but he was soft-spoken. He wasn't the loud one- that was his twin, Dora.

To put it simply, Dora was a freak. She was into dissections and was in second-year DADA while Evan and Regulus were in second-year Potions.

Evan was fantastic. He was Regulus's lifeline for four years.

And then the twins came back from summer break to start fifth year.

All of a sudden, it was Evan who was into dissections and blood and Barty. It was Evan who spoke loudly, Evan who never shut up.

Dora was like Evan had been. She was quiet now, sharp intelligence and the same aptitude for Potions Evan had before the break.

"So," Regulus began, lounging in a chair with Dora laying on the ground with a sketchpad in front of her. "Which of you two figured out the switching spell?"

"Me," Dora answered. "Things are better now, at home. Now their girl is soft spoken and their boy is a freak, like every other Rosier."

"Nice going," Regulus said, then something occurred to him. "Let me and Cas know if you need anything, yeah?"

"Yeah," Dora answered.

[slytherslvt]

plsplsplspls i need an innocent!reader (any pronouns) x corruption!Theodore and Mattheo

Corruption- Poly! Mattheo and Theodore x innocent!male!reader

major nsfw !!

The door to Mattheo's dorm creaks open, revealing a nervous you standing on the threshold. Your cheeks are flushed, and your eyes dart between Mattheo, lounging on his bed, and Theodore, sitting at his desk.

"Come on in, angel," Mattheo says, patting the mattress beside him. "We've been waiting for you."

You hesitantly step inside, closing the door behind you. "I’m-I’m not sure why you wanted to see me," you stammer, wringing your hands together.

Theodore chuckles, turning his chair to face you. "Isn't it obvious, love? We've seen the way you look at us. All wide-eyed and innocent. It's... intriguing."

“Oh,” you say. “Okay.” You don’t move from the doorway, though.

Mattheo raises an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. "Just okay? That's all you've got to say, hmm? Come on, don't be shy. We won't bite... yet." 

He stands up and approaches you, his tall frame towering over you. "At least, not unless you ask nicely," he adds, leaning in close enough for you to feel his breath on your ear. "Now, come inside and make yourself comfortable. Unless, of course, you'd rather stay there and let us imagine all the filthy things we could do to you.”

“Oh… um… I don’t know about this,” you reply. 

“Come on,” Theodore says. “You can trust us. We’re your friends. We won’t hurt you.”

“By not trusting us, it could make you a bad friend, and you don’t want to be a bad friend, do you?” Mattheo asks. 

You shake your head. “Okay…” 

Mattheo grins, stepping aside to let you enter. "There you go. See, that wasn't so hard, was it?"

As you take a few tentative steps into the room, Theodore stands up and locks the door behind you. "Just want to make sure we're not interrupted," he explains, turning back to face you with a predatory gleam in his eye.

Mattheo sits back down on his bed, patting the spot next to him again. "Come sit, angel. Let's get to know each other better, shall we?”

“But we know a lot about each other, what more do you want to know?” you ask.

Theodore smirks, walking over to stand in front of you. "Oh, sweetheart, we want to know so much more about you. Like... what sounds you make when you come. What feels good when we touch you. How far we can push you before you break."

He leans in close, his voice dropping to a low whisper. "We want to corrupt that sweet innocence of yours, you see. Make you scream our names and beg for more. Isn't that what you really want, hmm?" 

“I don’t know. I haven’t even done anything… like that,” you reply.

Mattheo's eyes light up at your admission, a hungry look crossing his face. "Well, isn't that just perfect," he growls, reaching out to grab your wrist and pull you closer. "We get to be your firsts. Your first kisses, your first touches, your first everything."

He leans in, capturing your lips in a searing kiss, his tongue demanding entry. You stiffen at first, caught off guard, but soon melt into him, your inexperience evident in your clumsy attempts to reciprocate.

When Mattheo finally pulls away, he smirks. "See, that wasn't so bad, was it? Now, let's see what else you can learn tonight.

Theodore's lips trail along your neck, sending shivers down your spine. You gasp, your eyes fluttering closed as you try to process the sudden sensation.

"M-Mattheo..." you murmur, unsure of what you're asking for.

Mattheo chuckles, pulling back slightly. "Don't worry, love. Theo and I are going to take care of you. Aren't we, Theo?"

Theodore hums in agreement, his teeth gently grazing your skin. "Mhm. We're going to teach you everything you need to know. And you're going to be such a good student, aren't you?”

You nod, “Yes,” you answer.

“Good boy," Theodore praises, his voice soft yet commanding. He straightens up, his gaze locking onto yours. "Now, let's start with something simple. Take off your shirt for us.”

Mattheo watches your every movement, his eyes darkening with desire as you slowly lift your shirt over your head, revealing your bare torso. "Fuck, you're gorgeous," he growls.

His words make you flush. “Thanks?” You don’t know why it comes out as a question, but it does.

Theodore chuckles, running a hand through your hair. "It’s a fact, love. Now, lose the pants too. We want to see all of you."

You do as you’re told, stripping off the rest of your clothes. You’re fully exposed to them, and now you’re nervous.

Mattheo’s gaze roaming over your naked body. "God, you're beautiful," he murmurs. "Look at you, all nervous and innocent. It's fucking adorable."

Theodore nods in agreement, a smirk playing on his lips. "And all ours to play with. Don't you worry, sweetheart. We'll make you feel so good."

You blush at their words, biting your lip nervously. "What do I do now?" you ask, looking between the two of them.

“Undress us,” Theodore answers. 

Mattheo grins wickedly. "Yeah, show us how eager you are to learn. Start with me."

He spreads his legs, giving you space to stand between them. You tentatively reach out, your fingers fumbling with the buttons of his shirt. As you expose more of his chest, you can't help but marvel at the lean muscles beneath your fingertips.

Theodore watches your every move, his eyes darkening with lust. "That's it, love. Keep going. Show us how much you want this."

Soon enough you get them both fully undressed. “What next?

Mattheo grips your chin, forcing you to look up at him. "Next, you get on your knees and show us what that pretty mouth can do."

You do as you’re told, getting on your knees. Theodore guides your head, pushing his cock past your lips and to the back of your throat. You gag, your eyes watering, but he doesn't let up. "Relax your throat, love," he coos, his voice laced with false sweetness. "Take it like a good boy."

Mattheo watches, his hand stroking his own cock as he enjoys the sight of you struggling to take Theodore's length. "Look at you, choking on Theo's cock like a good little slut," he taunts, his voice rough with desire. "You're doing so well, sweetheart. Keep going, just like that."

Theodore threads his fingers through your hair, holding you in place as he thrusts into your mouth. "That's it, love. Suck it just like that. Fuck, you're a natural."

You continue what you’re doing, your tongue tentatively licking at his shaft and then his tip. When you notice that Theo likes it, you do it again.

Theodore groans. "Jesus, that feels good. Look at you, learning so quickly. You're a natural-born cocksucker, aren’t you?”

As your confidence grows, you try to take him deeper. Theodore’s cock twitches in your mouth and he pulls away from your mouth, not wanting to cum just yet.

His cock is replaced by Mattheo’s.

Mattheo grabs your hair, guiding your mouth onto his cock. "That's it, angel. Show me what you've learned from Theo." He pushes his hips forward, his cock hitting the back of your throat. "Fuck, yes. Just like that."

Mattheo's grip tightens in your hair as he begins to fuck your mouth in earnest. "You look so fucking hot like this, on your knees, taking my cock like a good bou," he says.

Theodore kneels down beside you, his voice low and seductive. "You're doing so well, love. Why don't you touch yourself while you suck Mattheo's cock? Show us how turned on you are.”

You’ve never actually touched yourself before, and when Theodore notices your hesitation, he takes your cock into his hand, thumb stroking the tip.

It makes you moan around Mattheo’s cock.

Theodore starts to stroke your cock, trying to match Mattheo’s pace as he fucks your mouth.

Mattheo groans at the vibrations of your moan around his cock. "Fuck, that's hot. Keep making those noises, angel. Let us hear how much you're enjoying this."

"That's it, sweetheart," Mattheo encourages, watching your face contort with pleasure. "Take my cock while Theo jerks you off. You’re being so good for us.”

"You're gonna cum for us like this, aren't you, pretty boy?" Theodore asks.

You are. You don’t know what it feels like but the pleasure is overwhelming and your cock is twitching in Theodore’s hand, and, fuck, you do cum.

"Good boy," Theodore praises, slowing his strokes as you ride out your orgasm. He brings his hand up to his mouth, licking your cum off his fingers. "Delicious," he says “Now why don’t we move to the bed so I can be inside you.”

So, the three of you are on the bed, you’re on your hands and knees, Mattheo in front of you, already pushing his cock passed your lips and Theodore, who is lubing his cock, and then your hole, before pushing inside you slowly.

Theodore runs a hand down your back, his touch gentle despite the invasion of his cock. "How does that feel, love? Does it hurt?"

You only moan in response, not being able to answer with Mattheo’s cock in your mouth. Theodore starts to move, slowly at first, letting you adjust to the new sensations. He grips your hips tightly, his nails digging into your flesh. "Fuck, you're so tight," he groans, picking up his pace.

With a final thrust, Theodore buries himself deep inside you, his cock pulsing as he finds his release. "Fuck, yes," he groans, filling your ass with his cum.

Meanwhile, Mattheo gripping your hair tightly, fucks your mouth one last time before coming undone. "Swallow it, angel," he demands, his hot seed shooting down your throat.

Both men collapse onto the bed beside you, panting and sweaty. Theodore runs a hand through your hair, a satisfied smile on his face. "Well done, love. You were incredible."

Mattheo leans in, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. "Thank you, sweetheart. That was amazing."