#pandora rosier smut

[juleswritesstuff]

Holy hands, will they make me a sinner ?

You seem to have a little secret. Regulus figures you out immediately.

regulus black x fem!reader

warnings: smut

“If you bore holes in them I won't be able to finish my essay, Y/n” 

His voice brings you back from the apparent state of trance you had unconsciously fallen into. Blinking rapidly, you regain perception of the walls of your dorm room surrounding you and the myriad of books scattered across your bed.  You shift your gaze to his gray eyes and you find them already set on you.

“Pardon ?” your voice has a confused edge that almost makes him chuckle.

“My hands” he explains, his tone as neutral as ever “You were staring”

Your eyes go a little wide, like you had been caught stealing the last chocolate frog of the stash. You swallow, trying to compose yourself as best as you can.

“I was doing no such thing” you declare, a bit too solemn and defensive to be the truth.

Regulus pins you with an unimpressed look, his left brow arching just enough to tell you that he isn't buying any of your bullshit.

A defeated sigh leaves your lips. 

It is no use hiding something from Regulus Black. He will find out one way or another, and you got caught right with your hands in the jar.

“Ok, fine” you admit, lifting your shoulders to make it seem like the most casual thing ever “I was looking at your hands”

Regulus’ expression doesn't change, but the glint of amusement flashing in his eyes doesn't go unnoticed.

“More like ogling, I would say” even his tone has a playful bite to it.

You like this side of him. The Regulus who is able to relax a bit and let go when he is surrounded by the people he is comfortable with.

But carefree Regulus also means menace Regulus apparently.

“I wasn't ogling” you grumble, rolling your eyes “I was just admiring them” 

His eyebrows furrow.

“Why ?” he seems intrigued as the question leaves his lips.

Why, he has the courage to ask.

Well the answer is that Regulus Black has the prettiest, hottest, most gorgeous hands you have ever laid eyes on.

They are elegant, slender, the little veins underneath the pale skin gracing your eyes with their presence with every movement he makes, every flex of his muscles, producing a delicious design that hypnotizes you. 

They are smooth but decorated by light calluses, undoubtedly caused by Quidditch, that create a divine contrast with his otherwise untainted skin.

His fingers are long, lean, clad in silver rings that make your mouth water with how exquisitely sultry they make him look.

And suddenly, but not surprisingly, you find yourself imagining what it would feel like to have those hands on you, exploring every inch of your body, dancing on your skin like flames dance in the cold hair of the night. The cool metal of his rings being at odds with your scorching hot skin, making you hiss as his skilled fingers create a burning path over your body, traveling everywhere. Your legs, your thighs, your hips, chest, shoulders and stopping right at your neck, wrapping delicately, reverentially around it. Worshipping the sensitive skin, feeling the erratic pulse of your heart and-

“You’re doing it again” his words interrupt your spiraling for the second time that day, sounding dry and apathetic as always, but a hint of teasing twinkles in the otherwise coldness of his eyes.

“You have nice hands, that’s all” you manage to say without giving away all the less than pure thoughts flooding your mind in that moment. “From an artist point of view, obviously” you add, shrugging, trying to make everything less than obvious.

You really hope Regulus didn't learn to cast a Legilimes in his free time, otherwise you were well and truly screwed.

Bringing up your passion for drawing is futile and you know it. You know he knows the drooling over his hands isn't for the sake of art. You can't fool Regulus Black, not even if you try to.

Which is both extremely annoying and criminally hot in your humble opinion.

But pretending is the only thing you can do to not feel embarrassed, holding onto the hope that maybe he doesn’t have you all figured out.

“So you’re saying that your interest is purely artistic ?” he cocks a brow as his head tilts slightly.

There’s something in his voice, in his eyes, that you can’t quite figure.

Your forehead scrunches in confusion.

“Yes, of course” you answer, trying to hide the stutter of your voice as best you can.

You are pretty sure he knows that you aren’t telling the truth, he somehow always knows. He reads you like an open book, and, for someone who doesn’t engage in showing his emotions too often, he is pretty damn good at reading the ones of others. 

So why that question ? You almost expected him to tell you to cut it out and get back to study because that essay isn’t gonna finish itself.

This is new, unexpected. 

Interesting.

“Would you like to draw them ?”

Your eyes go wide in surprise.

Wait.

What ?

Never, in all the years you have known each other, had he offered to model for you. 

He knew about you having an interest in arts, he even saw a couple of your drawings and paintings and he often asked about them and how they were coming up, but he never asked to be in them.

You never brought up the suggestion either. He is a reserved guy and he loathes having eyes on him, so you figured he would’ve never accepted even if you did.

That never stopped you from sketching him from afar, though. Those gorgeous features deserve to be portrayed.

But why the sudden proposition ?

You aren’t stupid. Regulus might know you like the back of his hand, but you could say the same about him. And this, whatever this might be, is not like him at all. 

Regulus never does anything for nothing, there is always an explanation, a reason to his every move. You think even his breaths are perfectly calculated.

But this time the why gets lost on you, and the harder you try to understand the less it all makes sense.

“I can see the gears in your brain twinsting and turning,” he says, calm and composed as ever.

He is sitting on your bed, the quill he was using to write his Charms paper now abandoned next to him. His back is perfectly straight, leaning on the headbord to support his weight. The raven strands of his hair create soft waves that frame his face in a delicate and enchanting way. His lips are stretched in a rare, playful smile, curling up slightly on the left side.

He is beautiful. Dangerously so.

“It’s just-” you are confused, there is no doubt about that, but most of all you are intrigued “You have never asked me before”

“I know” 

That’s his only answer. Simple, concise. Enigmatic. 

Just like him.

“So why now ?” 

The question escapes your lips before you can stop it. You can’t help it, curiosity is consuming you, and the possibility of learning a new part of him makes your skin tingle with excitement.

“Why not ?” he shrugs “There is a first time for everything, right ? So why not now ?”

There is still that glint of something in his eyes. You don’t know what it is, you don’t think you would be able to give it a name even if you knew, but it's there, and it’s strong.

“I’ll get my supplies then” 

You slowly get up from the bed, feeling your heart in your throat in a mix of anticipation and nervousness, and you retrieve your album and a pencil.

When you sit back down you notice that the books have been neatly stacked in a small pile next to your bed and all the papers, previously scattered all over your sheets, are nowhere to be seen.

“Figured we might need the space” he says, like he read your mind.

“Thank you”, you give him a small smile before opening your album, turning the pages one by one, until you find a blank sheet, ready to be filled.

“Where do you need me ?” 

The way he utters those words with the utmost nonchalance, apparently unaware of the effect they have on you, nearly sends you into cardiac arrest.

Everywhere, you think, before mentally smacking yourself.

You need to get a grip, for Merlin’s sake.

“Right there is fine,” you're able to say without your voice faltering “just angle your hands towards me, so the light is right”

He does as he is told, adjusting his position and moving his hands a bit to the right, veins in full display and rings shining under the warm rays of the sunset seeping through the window.

“That’s good” your mouth is suddenly dry as you gulp at that sight.

He is a bit far, and the light doesn’t hit as perfectly as you had expected, but you’ll work with it. If squinting your eyes a bit is the price to maintain your mental sanity then so be it.

Then you start drawing. The only sound filling the room is the gentle scraping of your pencil as your eyes focus on the white sheet in front of you, your gaze shifting to his hands ever so often to take a peek at them, like you haven't learnt every detail by heart.

You can feel his eyes on you. You try not to focus on it, but the shivers those pools of the color of a summer storm send down your spine are difficult to ignore.

“You’re straining your eyes” he blurts out of the blue. And it’s not a question.

Observant as always.

“It’s fine,” you assure him, your gaze never leaving the paper “this distance is good for perspective” 

“But it’s a problem for the lighting”

Those words make you lift your head up, your brows knotted in a frown.

How does he-

“And what would you know about the lighting ?” you eye him suspiciously, a small grin curving your lips.

“I guess all your rambles about that muggle painter weren’t in vain” he says, and there’s a cheekiness in his tone that is completely new to you “Caravaggio, right ?”

Your grin turns into a full smile.

“Right,” you nod, your eyes widening a little “I can’t believe you actually remember”

“I remember a lot of things,” he remarks defensively.

“Only those important enough to you” the teasing in your voice is light, playful, as your pencil glides on the sheet swiftly, adding strokes and shadows here and there.

There’s a beat of silence.

One second. Two. Three. And then-

“Exactly”

Your hand halts every movement, freezing completely. You look up from your paper and you find his gaze already on you.

Suddenly you are lost. Your heart is beating so fast you wouldn’t be surprised if he was actually able to hear it.

The implications of that single word swirl in your brain, creating a hurracane of thoughts that almost gives you whiplash. 

He doesn’t give you the time to even think properly about what he may have just suggested, because he decides to speak again. 

“I can come closer if you need me to” his voice is lower, deeper, oozing with that same something he’s had in his eyes since he caught you staring at his heavenly hands.

You want to scream. You have no idea of what the hell is going on and it’s confusing the shit out of you.

You know he is asking for that forsaken drawing you still have in your lap, but it somehow doesn’t feel like it. The electricity in the room is so high it feels like an open cable sending sparks flying everywhere, setting the air on fire. 

The only coherent thought in your brain is a chorus of yes, please and nothing else.

So you cave.

“You can,” you manage to say, because the necessity to protect your sanity might be strong, but the need to have him close to you is apparently stronger “if you want to”

His gaze is so penetrating you feel it in your soul, consuming you from the inside out and setting your whole body ablaze.

It’s compelling, hypnotizing even. 

“This is not about what I want, Y/n”

Oh, the way those words leave his perfect lips, making shudders erupt all over your body should be studied. 

Your world shifts on its axes and it starts spinning ten times faster. Because he knows. 

He knows. 

“We're not talking about art anymore, are we ?” you ask, swallowing soundly as your breath gets stuck in your throat.

“Were we ever talking about that in the first place ?” his question is rhetorical. He doesn’t need an answer because he already knows it. He figured you out, like he always does.

So what was the point in pretending anymore ?

“No,” you admit “I guess we weren't” your trembling hands move the paper out of the way.

There is a spark in his eyes. It’s foreign, thrilling even, and it makes your skin prickle in the best way.

Suddenly he moves. He shifts his weight forward, approaching you slowly. The veins in his arms and hands bulging from the pressure and knocking the air out of your lungs in the process.

“So tell me” he whispers, crawling to you bit by bit, like a hunter advancing towards his prey. He seems to be calm, poised, totally in control of his body as he comes closer and closer.

It’s his eyes that betray him. 

They have always been the window to his feelings, talking more than his mouth even did. And right now they are burning, engulfed by a heat that makes your legs weak and your heart roar. The realization hits you, a rush of adrenaline running through your veins.

They are hungry.

“Tell you what ?” you stutter, unable to regain a hold of yourself. You can’t breathe, your palms are sweaty, you feel hot all over and he is close, so damn close.

He stops right in front of you, mere inches between your faces and a tension so heavy you can cut it with a butter knife.

“What you want” the warmth of his breath delicately caresses your skin. Your tongue darts out to wet your lips, his eyes following the movement intently almost making you squirm under his gaze.

“You seem to know what I want” you murmur breathlessly, your body heating up in response to his proximity. 

Those hands, protagonists of some of the filthiest dreams you’ve ever had, are right next to you. Close enough to graze the skin of your thighs with his knuckles, but never indulging in the act. Like he is teasing you, waiting for you to beg for it. You shift your gaze to them and you swallow hard, the need to feel them on you growing stronger every second that passes. 

You are about to fucking combust.

His silver eyes are still fixed on you, intense and magnetic, as they follow your line of sight.

“I won't move a muscle unless you tell me to, Y/n” 

Those words, mouthed so close to your lips and mixed with the low, velvet-like husk of his voice, make your legs clench and your stomach churn in the best way possible.

You can’t take it anymore.

You move forward, abandoning your position on the bed to place your legs on each side of his hips, almost straddling him. Your hands are on his shoulders, helping you to keep your balance, feeling the lean muscles underneath the shirt as you hover over him.

His head tilts up, eyes sharp and hot and glued to yours. You hear him suppress a hiss as your thighs brush his hips. His arms are still next to him, hands gripping the sheets so hard his knuckles turn white.

He is restraining himself. From touching you. 

Your thoughts are clouded, your mind hazy and completely out of it. The only thing you want right now is for him to place those perfect fucking hands on you and never stop.

“Do it” your voice is so weak and breathy it’s a miracle he hears you.

“Do what ?” he mouths, so close to your lips it makes your head spin.

You’re needy, desperate even, but you don’t care. You don’t have time to think right now. You want to feel.

“Touch me” you beg.

“Where ?” he sounds just as gone as you are, and you finally crumble.

“Everywhere”

It’s nothing more than a whisper but it shakes the both of you like an earthquake. 

You meet in the middle, your lips colliding and completely knocking the breath out of you.

His mouth is sinful, greedy, chasing yours with a hunger that almost makes you melt on the spot. You get lost in the softness of it, in the ungodly brush of your tongues making you moan breathlessly. You bite and nibble and lick and he follows you, matching the languid pace just as eagerly, as your hands tangle in his hair, pulling at the black strands delicately. The low groan that escapes his throat sends goosebumps all over you.

You are so focused on the filthy dance of your mouths that you almost miss the agonizingly slow graze of his fingers on the exposed flesh of your legs, gently tracing a path on your thighs.

The metal of his rings meets the hotness of your skin and you hiss.

Oh, it’s just as delicious as you imagined.

“Ah- fuck” you pant, millimeters away from him. Your head feels light, dizzy. 

You feel like you’re dreaming, lost in your own fantasies.

But his hands running up and down your thighs feel too fucking good to be just a product of your imagination. They travel slowly, excruciatingly so, making you lose your mind with every new inch of skin they explore. 

Until they sneak under your skirt, reaching your hips to gently knead the supple skin, applying enough force to bring you forward.

“Sit” It feels more like a plea than an order but-

Holy shit.

A gasp escapes your mouth before you can stop it.

Every cell of your body threatens to explode as he pushes your weight on him all the way, making you straddle him completely.

“Fucking finally” he curses, more to himself than to you, like he has been waiting for this moment his whole life.

His eyes are dark, fogged up by lust and need, and it's the lewdest thing you have ever witnessed.

“I have never seen you like this” you whisper directly on his lips, nibbling on the plush flesh.

He smirks, smirks for Salazar's sake, as his fingers move, reprising their mission to make you lose every ounce of control.

“It seems you were busy looking at something else”

His thumbs rub the skin of your inner thigh in a hypnotizing manner, sending bolts of electricity down your spine.

You whimper as they get closer and closer to your core, your grip on the junction between his neck and shoulder tightening in pleasure.

But he must take it as some sort of sign of discomfort because he halts suddenly.

“Want me to stop ?” his eyes search for yours, the veiled concern in them making your heart stutter.

“Don’t you even dare” you say, a mere breath away from him before you dive in, capturing his mouth again.

It's messy and dirty and you get addicted to his taste way too quickly.

His hands move up, massaging your skin at every caress of your tongues, until they reach the hem of your panties.

He moves away from your lips for a quick moment, and he looks at you.

The silent ‘Can I ?’ written in his eyes almost makes you swoon.

You nod your head.

“I need words, chérie” he whispers sensually.

The combination of his right hand so close to your most sensitive spot, his left one traveling up to your hip, holding it tightly, posessivly, and that fucking pet name almost make you cum on the spot.

“Yes” you practically beg.

Only then he resprises his journey of exquisit torture along your body.

“Shit-” you quiver as he kisses your neck, branding the sensitive skin with his lips and teeth. His hands move, fingers skilled and sinful as they reach your heat.

You mewl as they make contact with the light material of your underwear.

“Jesus Christ” hs hisses a groan “you’re soaked”

A series of choked out whimpers leaves your lips as he strokes his fingers over your panties, feeling your wetness through the fabric.

“Fuck- Reg” a moan ripples from your lips when his thumb brushes your clit tentativley, making you gasp. Your hands fly to his hair, lightly pulling the soft strands with trembling fingers.

“Look at you, all horny and needy over my hands” his voice is tantalizing but you can hear the breathlessness, the strain in it. He is affected by this just as much as you are and it makes you go almost feral.

“Please” you breathe. You don’t even know what you’re begging for. Your mind is too hazy, too fogged up by lust and need to have a single coherent thought in it.

But he sure does know, because his digits move your panties to the side, just enough to glide over your slickness, making contact with the tender skin of your folds and spreading your wetness all over.

Finally, finally the hands consuming your every thought are on you, right where you had craved and imagined them the most.

You arch your back in ecstasy, biting your lip.

And it’s when his middle finger eases inside of you, slowly breaching your velvety walls, that you lose it completely.

The air gets knocked out of your lungs, liquid fire engulfs every cell of your body, every nerve and muscle consumed by pleasure.

“Regulus-” it’s the only thing you manage to mewl as he slides in and out of you in a rhythm so sensual and sultry it makes you melt. The cold metal of his ring meets the warm, sensitive skin of your cunt with every prod, creating a delicious contrast.

You never break eye contact, your gazes locked together drinking in every little detail, every wave of bliss swimming in them.

“Is this what you fantasized about, love ?” he pants right on your lips “All the times I caught you staring, is this what you were imagining my hands doing ? Fucking you senseless, feeling how tight and needy you are ?”

His words are as dirty as his eyes as he slides another finger into you, making you inhale sharply and stretching you out so good you could almost cry. 

“Ohmygodyes” you moan as your hips start moving to their own accord, meeting the prodding of his fingers eagerly, riding his hand like it’s the last thing you’ll ever do.

“But this is not the only fantasy you have, right chérie ?” he teases, going faster, harder, pumping mercilessly and leaving you a blubbering mess.

His left hand leaves its place on your hip and moves up, grazing the soft skin of your stomach, the supple and tender flesh of your breasts, the natural dip of your collarbones, worshipping every inch of your skin in their path, until they reach their goal.

“I bet you thought about this too, didn't you ?” 

You were always sure this would remain just one of your daydreams, the kind of dirty thought that should remain in your mind and nowhere else. But Regulus Black was Regulus Black and reading you was one of his favorite hobbies.

It still comes as a surprise, though, when he delicately wraps his hand around your throat, resting it there, feeling every pulse of your heart, every pump of your blood and adorning your neck with the prettiest fucking necklace you could ever ask for.

“Yes” it’s nothing more than a breath, but it sends him into a frenzy. His right thumb rubs your clit relentlessly, adding to the unforgiving pace of his fingers sliding in and out of you with lewd, wet squelches. The whimpers coming out of your mouth are raw, filthy and downright pornographic as you feel your orgasm approaching.

Your head is in the clouds, a hundred thousands miles from earth as the only thing you can focus on is the feeling of his hands on you, fucking you to your release as the one on your neck squeezes the faintest bit, enough to almost send you over the edge.

His left thumb leaves its place right above your jugular, moving upwards to caress your jawline, your cheek and, lastly, your lips.

You can feel the digit caressing the red, bitten flesh, brushing it with reverence, worshiping it with his whole being. His heated gaze is bewitched, entranced by your mouth parting, welcoming him past your lips, and lightly grazing the pad with your teeth before enveloping it wholly.

“Bloody fucking hell, Y/n” he rasps, voice low and dangerously close to pleading as you suck on his thumb like it's the tastiest treat you have ever put in your mouth.

The hand on your cunt speeds its pace, pounding in and out of you like a fucking machine, the vibrations on your little bundle of nerves getting more intense by the second, sending you over the edge in a mess of moans and whimpers.

“Reg, fuck, I'm-”

You reach your release with his name on your lips, back arched and hips rolling to help you ride your orgasm on those unholy fingers of his. 

Your vision is blurred, your brain fuzzy and overwhelmed by bliss as you slowly come back to your senses.

It takes you a few seconds to regain control of your body and mind, but when you do you are graced with a vision you are sure you will never forget.

The ever composed and collected Regulus Black is right in front of you with his expression contorted in pure lust, eyes bleary and unfocused, hair tousled by your hands relentlessly stroking them, lips red and glossy from the heated kisses, tie loose, crooked and shirt crumpled.

He is a mess.

The hottest mess you have ever seen.

You're still not fully out of your head space when he speaks again.

“You're loud” he grins, his tone teasing but still a little raspy.

“You're filthy” you bite back weakly, your voice hoarse and strained. 

“Maybe. But I don’t think I'm the only one” 

The fingers that have been inside of you not even a moment ago are now in front of you, coated and glistening with your essence.

He slowly brings them closer to your mouth, and you don't even think twice before eagerly welcoming them inside it.

The taste of yourself mixes with the metallic tinge of his rings as you suck leisurely, restraining a moan before he takes them out with a wet pop.

“Sale fille” he groans in french, lowly and right on your parted lips, before he dives in an alluring kiss. (Dirty girl)

It's slower than all the others you shared, but it's deeper, sensual and it almost gets you worked up all over again.

His tongue meets yours in a erotic dance and when the taste of your very essence coats his tastebuds a moan rumbles in his throat.

“You're sweet” his voice is nothing more than a whisper as his teeth nibble at your lower lip gently.

“Want me to find out if you're sweet, too ?” You offer with a teasing smile on your lips . His hands might be your biggest fantasy, but they sure as hell are not the only part of him you fantasize about.

“Eager, are we ?” he teases playfully, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear “Not today, chérie”

The little pet name creates butterflies in your stomach and makes your cheeks warm, but doesn't hide your disappointment. 

“Why ?” you ask, your hands going to fiddle with his tie.

“As I told you, this is not about what I want” he explains, his arms circling you in a loose hug “and I don't know if you noticed, but it's pretty late”

You furrow your eyebrows in confusion, and only then you realize that the sun has already set and the room would be totally surrounded by darkness if it wasn't for the few magic candles lighting up automatically when twilight hits.

Your eyes widen.

“How long have we been here for ?” your voice has a panicked hint to it, making Regulus laugh.

“I'm pretty sure dinner is getting served right now” he says nonchalantly, like it's the most normal thing ever to engage in sexual activities with your best friend and miss supper because of it.

“Which might be for the best,” he adds.

“Why ?” you ask in genuine confusion.

“Because I’m the only one lucky enough to hear your dirty little sounds” he says with a shit-eating grin before kissing you again.

Thank you for reading 💖

[starstruckmoony]

so high school.

masterlist

pairing - james potter x reader

summary - that one cute nerdy guy from your lectures gives you a follow and you end up actually falling for him.

trope/tags - modern!au, uni/college!au, instagram/social media!au, fluff, terrible humor

word count - 704

warnings - language, suggestive jokes

part 1 / part 2 / part 3

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[talesof-old]

dearest gentle readers | introduction

pairing(s): marauders (undetermined) x reader

warning(s): eventually 18+, bridgerton au, mentions of marriage, slight cursing?, i’m not british so just pretend i know what i’m talking about, mentions of scandal and incest, not proofread/edited so forgive me

word count: 818

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Sponsored by Lady Minerva McGonagall and desperate to find a match before you’re truly considered a spinster, you find yourself caught up in the whirlwind that is The Season. Will you be able to find a husband by August? Or is fortune just as fickle as the ton?

Swathes of fabric lined with lace, ruffles, and beads filled the great expanse of the room.

Yellows as pale as cream and blues as deep as midnight thrown over chase and chair. London’s dreary gloom seemed brighter the longer such a vibrant array of colors decorated the space. Lady Minerva McGonagall wasted no expense on the three debutantes she’d chosen to sponsor again this season.

Beside you, Mary eyed the fabrics with rapt attention.

You fingered the expensive satin silk of the dress nearest to you. Simple in silk, but a striking royal purple, it truly was a marvel of craftsmanship.

“I can’t believe how many dresses there are.” Mary’s Scottish accent appeared to be far less pronounced than what you might’ve imagined, but you three were sure to be an odd bunch. Lady McGonagall had sponsored you lot for two years already. A favor welcomed by your not-so-noble families. Or rather, your not-so-wealthy families.

“I’ve decided on new wardrobes for you this season. You will be married by the end of it, if I have any say. Mary’s are by the window and Lily’s are by the bed.”

Minerva’s sharp gaze turned to you. You’d had either the luck or misfortune (which one it was, you weren’t quite sure) to additionally spend the last few years as Minerva’s ward. Her rough edges were thorns you’d grown accustomed to, especially in her times attempting to make you a reputable lady.

“Your’s are by the chest of drawers.”

She’d certainly paid attention to detail. Mary’s dresses consisted almost entirely of her favorites: warm pinks and oranges. Brilliantly cut to showcase her clavicle, each dress appeared as if it would cover her breasts modestly but still draw attention to her long, slender neck. The simplicity of their silhouettes showcased the utterly perfect embroidery that decorated each bodice and skirt.

Lily’s were a myriad of greens, sprinkled with the occasional peach or yellow. Her soft, drapey dresses contrasted beautifully with the sleek lines of Mary’s attire.

Your own clothes appeared to be a quite suitable mixture of the two.

In moody shades of blue and violet, with the odd periwinkle and silver, you were honestly looking forward to donning the impressive garments. Any jewelry you wore would be borrowed from Lady McGonagall’s extensive collection. A collection, you were afraid to say, you’d miss dearly once you wed.

It was Lily that surged forward to examine her pieces, a chorus of thank yous from each of your lips as you did the same. Minerva smiled knowingly. Your dresses last year and the year before were beautiful, yes, but these actually suited you in a way those hadn’t. Three years of sponsoring the same girls had gone from a favour to fondness. She leaned onto her cane as her gaze flicked between you all. Still, she would be lying if she said she wasn’t eager to find you husbands.

“This is beautiful,” Lily breathed. In her hands, an elegant ensemble of a cream colored fabric hung. You grinned. If this was any indication of how this year’s season would go, you were more than ready. Jill, Minerva’s favorite maid, entered the room holding four sheets of familiar pale paper. Your eyes narrowed in delight. Lady Whistledown’s Society Papers were a joy every season. Mary reached for the pamphlet first. She knew better than anyone how gossip could be wielded as a weapon, and her eagerness to uncover the secrets of this year’s marriage mart was palpable. You felt the same.

Dearest Gentle Readers,

How lovely it is to greet you again. Our time away from Society has proven wonderfully refreshing indeed, though I would be quite the liar if I claimed to not miss you. Our extraordinary ton has now returned from our glorious reprieve, and it seems there are a many anxious mamas hoping to prey on the unsuspecting wiles of this Season’s eligible bachelors.

Last year, scandal swept through the ton when none other than Miss Narcissa Black married Duke Lucius Malfoy in secret after a supposedly whirlwind love affair. Hopefully, Mr. Sirius Black is as unbothered as he appears.

Regardless of the nearly disastrous ending to last year’s entertaining exploits, the new batch of debutantes seem sparkling indeed.

There is fierce Lady Charity Burbage, who proves to be a bold wonder amongst a meek crowd. Or perhaps one might find interest in Lady Aurora Sinistra, who I dare say is more brilliant and sharp than ever. Even Lady Pandora Rosier seems dreamier of late.

There is one thing for certain, reader: this season will be one to remember.

Keep your wits about you. Scandal lurks in every corner, as tricky as a hungry fox and more than ready to sink its claws into an unknowing victim. Guard your hearts, gentle ton, for I fear what I will write this season will be quite damning indeed.

Yours Truly,

Lady Whistledown

[addsalwayssick]

what marauders characters do when they read smut in public

Remus Lupin: Cold face. You’d think he’s reading The Picture of Dorian Gray or something because he just doesn’t react. (inside he’s flipping out bc oh my goodness he’s acting so lovely towards her and that’s so cute and oh my gosh the aftercare it’s so nice and-“

James Potter: Hes 100% that friend that everyone thinks is so innocent but he’s actually reading Suspension, Impalement, Knife play smut on ao3. he has a straight face (he’s blushin a little tho)

Peter Pettigrew: verge of tears. crying.

Sirius Black: screams at it in a very loud high pitched voice.

Lily Evan’s: pretty straight face but she’s blushing a ton

Mary Macdonald: Her eyes are really wide and she is just shell shocked

Marlene Mckinnon: she’s giggling at it

Barty Crouch Jr: HES CACKLING AND SHOWING EVERYBODY AND HE WILL NOT LEAVE IT ALONE

Evan Rosier: He sighs and closes the book, throws it, and never picks it up again.

Pandora Rosier: same as james lowkey, except she doesn’t read hardcore smut but she’s for sure not innocent. she just reads the smut that comes up in normal romances.

Dorcas Meadowes: finds it funny, laughs at it. Everyone thinks she’s reading a funny part and they ask what it says and she goes “Oh so basically the guy just stuck his whole hand up her-“ “NEVERMIND.”

Regulus Black: everyone thinks he reads it with a straight face, but this man is blushing from head to toe, eyes wide, mouth agape.

[here-am-i-sitting-in-a-tin-can]

what if I write unrequited rosekiller based on this song

just an idea

[lulublack90]

The final part has been posted. Not gonna lie I can't believe it's finished. Thank you everyone who's read it especially @weirdtinkerbellversion

I hope it's a good ending

Lulu xxx

[littleliterarylesbian]

(nsfw, 18+, ect ect)

for my first post of pride month I would like to start off by really leaning into my username and being the lesbian that I am. And that means there's pandalily smut under the cut :]

Lily gasped and, gods above, she wished she could move her hands. She tugs on the binds that tie her to the headboard and small pin pricks of frustration started to well up in her eyes. She would do anything to grab onto the girl that was laying between her thigh, pushing her closer to where she needs it instead of littering mean little kisses on her thighs and on her cunt but not doing anything more.

She had only just licked through her folds after what felt like hours of foreplay and teasing and Lily felt like she was going to explode already. Her red hair was already mussed, checks flushed a bright red that travels down to her chest, and she was so fucking wet. Her breath stutters as Pandora places a little kiss on her clit and her hips rise up to try and tempt the other girl into giving more.

But Pandora has always liked teasing and being mean. She liked to watch Lily beg for more, only to give the littlest amount she could for hours, edging the redhead until Lily was sobbing. That didn't change. The blonde tisked, one of her hands grabbing the flesh of Lily's thighs and squeezing.

"Don't get impatient," Pandora hums, pressing a kiss against the apex of Lily's thighs, "Good girls take what they're given, only whores beg for more." Pandora places another kiss to Lily's center and Lily clenches around nothing.

"Are you my whore, Petal?" Pandora leans in, circling her tongue against Lily's clit and the other girl's tongue piercing feels so good. Lily's body tries to curl in on itself as she tosses her head back, a cry tearing through her lips and she can feel Pandora's fingers dancing up her legs softly. She nods, panting as a few tears drip from her eyes.

"Are you a whore, Petal?" Pandora makes a few kitten licks against Lily's clit, and Lily has to press her lips together tightly to stifle the whimpers that try to escape. She loves it when Pandora is mean, calling her names and getting her worked up. She feels like she's dripping.

"Yours- all, all yours-" She gasps out, moaning and cursing as she feels Pandora do another small lick before pulling back and finally going all in. The metal tongue piercing is kind of cold and it feels so, so good against her. Lily is so lost to the pleasure that she doesn't even notice as Pandora sneaks a hand up until there's already a finger working its way into her drenched entrance.

It slides in easily, she's already soaking enough to feel it on her thighs, and it takes even less time for Pandora to slide in a second finger alongside it, thrusting them in and out, curling her fingers where she knows it feels good. Pandora fucks her like it's her job, like it's the only thing she was put on this earth to do, and Lily is in shambles. Broken down to nothing but screams after the first orgasm wracked her body, her legs shook and her thighs tightened against Pandora's head, her mind has just been floating further and further away.

Pandora hardly goes up for air, but when she does it's only to degrade and praise Lily more. Calling her a slut for taking it so well, pressing her tongue piercing against her and asking how it feels, telling her that people can absolutely hear her outside of the room with how loud she's being, that everyone knows. It makes Lily's head swim and her body shake but the assault just doesn't stop. Her brain is fried and gone.

Pandora wrings out orgasm after orgasm, waves of pleasure rolling through Lily as her cunt pulses around Pandora's fingers, trying to keep them in despite the overstimulation. Pandora doesn't listen to her body's whims, instead, after what feels like and what very well could have been hours, she finally pulls away from Lily's pussy, panting and pressing kisses and creating hickies up, up, and up. Her navel, her hip, her stomach, her ribs. Not a single inch is missed from Pandora's goal, the girl making sure to leave her mark on the pale skin to cover her like Lily's freckles do. Pandora pauses when she reaches Lily's chest, licking a wide and wet stripe against her nipple, and while it doesn't really feel like anything it's still the fact that it's Pandora doing it that caused her to moan weakly at the feeling. Pandora spends a few minutes kissing and nipping and creating hickies on and around her breasts before she finally makes her way up again, mouthing at her neck for just a second before giving Lily a proper kiss. Lily doesn't even care that she can taste herself on the other, and instead welcoming the kiss wholeheartedly. If not a little tiredly.

"Oh my flower garden," Pandora gives her another peck, finally pulling her fingers out of Lily, "You were so wonderful." Another kiss. Another and another and another until Lily is smothered with it. Pandora untie Lily's hands from the headboard, rubbing her wrists and kissing the small red marks that Lily's pulling had caused.

"Let's get us cleaned up, yes?"

[spiritstar477]

For my four Kinktober fics so far I’ve posted surveys to ask what coupling I should do. This is because I enjoy the challenge of potentially something new.

So anyways

[konaanaria13]

Jealous Blood

Hi! So another Barty Crouch Jr. One even though I was originally thinking it to be of Theodore Nott but I couldn't really deside....

Warnings: Violence, Blood, Fucking, fingering, a lot of cursing. Just a shit ton of smut guys.

MDNI

If I'm honest the only thing I thought I would never be tasting in my life would be My boyfriends Blood.

But well he is Barty Crouch Jr. so never be expecting anything normal.

"Shut the fuck up!" I hear the punch before I see it, he was pinned against the wall, a huge grin on his face as Fabian Prewett landed another punch on him.

"Immobilus!" I pointed my wand at Fabian, he froze in place his eyes still on Barty.

"Fucking bitch" I grabber Barty by the hair and he crocked his face so he was smiling up at me.

"Hey baby" he winked and then winced when I pulled on his hair.

"What the fuck did you say to him?" I looked at Fabian who had a Blue eye and a split lip.

"Nothing" Barty mused and I scoff pulling him by the arm now.

"Come on, before he  get's into trouble for beating your ass" He walked behind me wrapping his hand's around my waist and using me as support.

"Oh believe me, I definitely won" I rolled my eyes, we reached the common room and the others stared a bit before deciding not to give a shit.

I entered his room and set him on the bed getting cleaning supplies from the bathroom.

He was bleeding from his lip and from a split on the check which looked rather nasty.

"Does it give you pleasure?" I ask as I sit down beside him and take out a tissue cleaning his check of blood.

"Kind of" He wasn't smiling anymore, his brow ached and he winced when I got close to the split.

"You could ask me? I'll punch you once a week to death no worries" I grab his chin so he'll stop turning towards me.

"Why if your offering so nicely..." He grabs my wrist as I get to close again and winces.

"Your hurting me" he looks at me and I sigh raising my eyebrow.

"Yes well maybe don't get in cat fights" I lift myself on top of him so I'm straddling his lap, I stabilize myself on top of him so that I am taller than him and I can reach his check without a worry.

"Fuck" Barty mumbled as his hand's wrapped around my lower back and ass.

"Stop I'm trying to clean the wound" I run my thumb over his check.

"You are?" He crooked his face again and I looked down at his Bloody lip.

"Don't give me that Look, Crouch" I slap him lightly and he winces before starting to pout at me.

"Just one kiss-?"

"You have blood on your face." I push him back but he doesn't let go bringing me closer to him.

"Don't you love me?" He jokes and I laugh

"I love you Barty but you wouldn't give me head if I was in my period either so?"

"I'd give you head even if you were shot down there Love" He kissed my check and I laugh while he spreads his own blood on his lip and presses a lip on my neck leaving a lipstick mark.

"Fuck Barty" I rolled my eyes lifting his lip's to mine.

"I fucking hate you" I whisper but he shakes his head kissing my lip's open.

"I need you to shut up, cum on my dick right now and not hate me yeah?" He asks and I feel myself get wet on him.

I take of my skirt while he removes his belt and I adjust myself on top of him, he removes my top, a kiss after the other following, I help him take his shirt off and let my hand run up his stomach, I bite down on his lip and He pushes me back in pain cursing as the strange metallic taste fills my mouth.

"Fuck" he lifts his thumb to his bleeding lip and I laugh grinding myself down on his open trousers.

"That hurt's you know?" He grabbed my head and Kissed me softly on the neck whispering something to himself.

He looked up, his eyes tired and his face ruined from bruises.

"Gods you look hot" I whisper and he chuckles.

"I mean, imagine what I'm looking at? My dream girl in her underwear about to ride my dick, while my blood is marking her body? I can only imagine how feral Prewett would go on me if he knew? His ex-girlfriend loves me so much more" I roll my eyes at him, he places his hand on my hips and lifts me up taking my panties off and teasing me for some time before pushing a finger into my wet pussy.

I moan letting my head fall back as he pushes another one in until he hit's a soft spot.

"Don't talk about Fabian right now" I ask as I try not to squirm into him to much.

"Why?"

"Because he makes my pussy dry?" I mock and he grins up to placing a long kiss onto my lips.

"I only annoyed him because he kept talking shit about you darling" He opened his mouth against mine and I moaned as his fingers filled me up again.

"Ah fuck" I rest my forehead against his and he smiles sweetly.

"I love you" He kisses my neck and I throw my head back again letting him leave a hickey.

"Fuck me like you love me then?" I Moan and that's something you wouldn't have to ask twice, His fingers left me and came up to his mouth. I got lost in his eyes, the way his body moved against mine, my back ached at his touch and I panted softly against his skin.

He helped me move on top of him and made sure to tease me until I begged him again, the sound of him groaning made my stomach turn, he entered me with small pressure on my hip's as a warning letting me adjust to him for a while before helping me move up and down on him, his fingers digged into my skin while I tried to cover my moans, his lip's attached to my neck and tits as he drowned his own moans in my skin, the blood had dried up and  when he would hover for a long period of time above me I would feel how a drop of two would land on my skin.

He took of my bra and I stopped for a second trying to catch my breath, he helped me move again and I cursed through my moans calling his name with every push.

"Fuck baby" His voice was near my ear and he placed a kiss right below it as I felt him twitch deep inside me, I didn't move for a while until it was physically impossible for me to hold him inside of me, he threw his head back, the ape of his neck daring me to bite it, he breathed through, I could see the sweat on his face glistering in the low light and My eyes searched for his as I released quietly shutting my eyes.

"Fuck you" his voice echoed around his room as he grabbed the back of my neck and pressed laughing kisses on my face, I felt his smile and Blood on my skin and I tried to find his lip's to kiss them alright, they we're puffy and somehow still bloody.

He leaned down so we could rest, I closed my eyes until we we're dry, his hand running up and down my back, I laid on his chest quietly drawing circles.

"Why'd you fight him?" I ask and Barty leans over to his table taking out a cigarette and lighting it.

"Who?" I take the cigarette from him and sit up leaning on the rails.

"Fabian Prewett?" I remind him and he laugh's.

"He said something about you, I didn't like it... so I spited him nothing more" he moves closer to me until his lip's are Inches apart from my, he breathes against me inhaling the smoke from my lungs and blowing it out again.

He stared at me, his face inches away from mine, I moved closer to him and he lifted his hand's up to my face, I felt his fingers sink into my hair as he kissed me, I held the cigarette as far away from us In fear that I would forget I was holding and lean into his strength.

I breathed him in and I felt his finger's wrap around mine taking the cigarette back, his lip's parted from mine.

"Come on lets wash you off, the blood is kind of disgusting" I laugh as He offers me a hand and helps me to the bathroom.

K<3

@siriusdumblittlepuppy happy early birthday<3

[siriussslut]

Pandora tying you up with a vibrator while she sits there and watches (make her mean please🫶🫶) also you getting extremely overstimulated while she pretends to not notice and takes photos of you saying that she’ll show her friends 

short but🤤🤤

warnings: explicit smut, degrading, crying, overstimulation, bdsm

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you grit your teeth, tears spilling down your cheeks. the vibrator between your thighs continues its brutal pace as you writhe on your girlfriend’s bed, trying to twist your way out of the bonds tying you to the headboard.

you cry out in frustration.

pandora clicks her tongue. “oh, stop whining,” she says, her tone bitchy.

you try to form a sentence, instead just stuttering something incoherent. pandora laughs.

“aw, is the little slut too fucked-out? can’t even form a sentence, huh?” her tone is mocking and cruel. another tear slides down your cheek. “fucking idiot.”

she lifts her phone up, framing your naked, tied up body in the camera. “i’m gonna show this to all our friends, show them how pathetic you are.”

you grind into the vibrator, wanting more despite the overstimulation. you hear the quick shutters of her camera, but you can’t stop. you sob as you come on her sheets again.

really, you want to come by her hand, but you’ve given up on begging.

pandora laughs again, lips stretched into a cruel smirk. her fingernails click against her phone screen as she types something. “and… send.” she meets your eyes, a cruel light shining in hers. “to the group chat.”

[juleswritesstuff]

Blind

james potter x reader

I saw that post right in the middle and I just had to.

Warnings: none (it's a bit suggestive, but nothing major)

It would truly be the best life ever in your humble opinion.

You could live like this, you think.

Sitting on his lap, arms wrapped around his neck, holding on to him like a lifeline as your bodies fit perfectly like two pieces of a puzzle. His hands are all over your body, fingers exploring wherever they can reach before sneaking swiftly under your shirt and tracing the length of your spine, pads dancing on your soft skin and making shives erupt all over you.

And his lips. Oh God, his lips. 

James has the face of an angel, and the mouth of a demon. And you love it. You revel in the feeling of his lips claiming every part of you, every inch of flesh. They are soft and reverent and teasing and filthy, and in this moment they are devouring yours with a hunger that matches the fire blooming inside of you.

“You have no right to look this good” you whisper on his lips, biting his bottom one before swiping your tongue right over it.

You couldn’t help yourself when you saw him. All disheveled after quidditch practice with his hair still a little damp, the first three buttons of his shirt free, tie loose and crooked and a half smirk on that perfect face of his; knocking on your door completely clueless of the effect he had on you.

He looked like sex on legs. A literal sin in human form, and you were ready to fall from grace when it came to him.

“Didn't know post-quidditch me was so sexy to you” his voice has a little strain to it, breathless and teasing as his hands roamed all over your body.

You let out a breathless chuckle, hyper aware of every centimeter of him pressed against you.

“You have no idea” your hands get to work on his shirt, unbuttoning it as fast as you can, until his perfectly chiseled torso graces your eyes in its full glory.

Your mouth waters at the sight.

You slide the fabric off of his shoulders, brushing the smooth skin and feeling all those firm muscles that he hides behind his beloved sweatshirts, biting your lip as the flames inside your body grow hotter by the second. 

Your mouth latches to his once again, never having enough of his taste, of him.

He starts to lay down and you follow him, never breaking the embrace of your lips, intoxicated by the way his tongue caresses yours in the filthiest of dances. His back hits the mattress and you are fully all over him, chest to chest.

The kiss becomes messy, a clash of teeth and lips and tongues. You are sure the thing running through your veins is not blood anymore, but liquid fire, consuming every cell of your body and setting you ablaze with desire.

“Hold on, love. I have to-”

God, he was so beautiful like this. All worked up and breathless, laying underneath you like the tastiest meal you ever had the pleasure to taste.

One of his arms leaves your waist and reaches up, until his fingers are wrapped around the slim, golden frame of his glasses, taking them off in a way that should be considered illegal in at least twenty countries. All smooth and seductive with that little grin of his and-

“Woah, you're fucking blurry” 

For a split second the room falls silent, not a single sound can be heard inside those four walls.

You blink a few times, enough to let his words sink in.

And when they do you can't help but burst out laughing.

A real, genuine laugh coming straight from your belly and echoing through the room like you had just heard the joke of the century.

James’ eyes are wide in disbelief, flabbergasted by your reaction. But his mouth is stretched in an incredulous grin, sprinkled with a glint of mirth as he himself can’t stop the chuckle bubbling in his throat.

“Are you making fun of my blindness ? How cruel, Y/N” there is not an ounce of offense in his tone, just light-hearted and hilariously exaggerated teasing.

“Me ?” the fake and over the top innocence in your voice makes him smile even harder, the little dimple on his left cheek that you adored so much peeking through. You dip forward, leaving a kiss on those dreamy lips of his before whispering right against them “I wouldn't even dream of it” 

“Oh, you wouldn't ?” he cocks a perfectly arched brow in a challenging and yet adorable manner, eyes sparkling with mischief as his fingers start poking at your ribs, making you squirm and giggle like a middle schooler.

“No ! No, no, no ! Jame-”

He is laughing too, now. Glasses back in their place and eyes glistening with joy and pure adoration as he looks at you struggling not to lose a lung from the almost hysterical shriek coming from your lips at the ticklish attack he had you under.

You are so focused on not collapsing from the laughter and the skillful way his fingers move in every place he knew was the most ticklish for you, that you don't even register the way his hands suddenly stop.

They land on your hips, holding them in a delicate but firm grip, and, before you know it, you are being flipped over. Your back makes contact with the mattress of your bed as the delicious weight of your boyfriend’s sculpted body settles over you. 

You let out a yelp of surprise at the sudden change of position, a sound that threatens to turn into a full moan considered your current situation.

James is now on top of you, and the breath almost gets knocked out of your lungs as you admire him in his full glory.

His hair is wild and messy, but they frame his face in a way both so beautiful and so sexy that it makes your heart stop beating and your body run hotter. His eyes are still crinkled up in the ghost of a smile, but the haziness in them, that glint of adoration and reverence as he looks at you through his eyelashes, renders you speechless. His golden specks are hung a bit low on the bridge of his nose, giving him an adorable but mouth watering beautiful look. His lips are curled up in a half smile, playful and gorgeous and so, so incredibly sensual that you are not even sure if he knows the power that mouth has on you.

“Cat got your tongue, love ?” he brushes his nose with yours as he murmurs the question right on your lips, leaving a kiss on your cheek right after.

You wish you could just function like a normal person and tell him that, no, your tongue is definitely still in its place and it works perfectly fine, thank you. But your boyfriend is shirtless on top of you, with your legs still wrapped around his hips and that deadly handsome grin plastered on his face. Suddenly, the only thing you can think about are some other couple of ways in which your mouth could definitely be useful. 

“I-” you gulp loudly as you try not to drool at the sight of his muscles flexing right before your eyes “-what ?”

He lets out a chuckle, his head hung low as his shoulders shake with laughter. His wild locks tickle your chin and you can feel the ghost of his smile pressed lightly on your collarbone

You can’t help but follow him as the delightful sound of his laugh echoes through the room, spreading a warmth in your heart that you had never felt before meeting James.

When he lifts his head back up and his eyes find yours again, all sparkling with joy and fondness, you really think your heart is seconds away from bursting in your chest.

“Am I really that distracting ?” there is still a hint of that cocky smirk on his face, but it fades into something sweeter as he catches the light blush blossoming on your cheeks.

“You know perfectly well that I stop functioning properly when you are on top of me, Potter” your grumbling tone doesn’t faze him one bit, he just dips his head lower and captures your lips in a searing kiss.

“Really ? I hadn’t noticed” the unimpressed deadpan look you give him makes him chuckle again and you can feel the vibration right on your chest with how close he is.

“Sorry, sorry” his laughter dissipates, replaced by a more relaxed smile.

“If it’s of any consolation-” the hand not busy holding his upper body up and preventing his full weight to be laid on you, reaches the supple flesh of your thigh, letting his fingers dance on the exposed skin as they please “-my brain stops working, too” 

His mouth starts a journey that begins on your lips and slowly and tortourously ends on your neck, which seems to be his favorite place to worship to make your brain short-circuit.

“Mmh, does it actually ?” you don’t know how the hell you manage to let a single word out, especially in that teasing tone, as you are sure nothing except pure filthy sounds threaten to come out of your throat.

He grins against your skin before lifting his head up once again.

“Oh, trust me. It does” he whispers sensually against your lips “In every position you have me in”

Yes, you could definitly live like this.

I am not sure if I am a 100 % satisfied with this, but I tried my best.

I hope you enjoyed and thank you for reading 💗

[starstruckmoony]

style.

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pairing - sirius black x fem!reader

summary - you and sirius start dating after accidentally running into each other at a concert but confirm nothing, just to watch everyone lose their shit online.

trope/tags - band/celeb!au, instagram/social media!au, modern!au, fluff, terrible humour

word count - 991

warnings - language

part 1 / part 2 / part 3

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prongsyboy and they can all be about how amazing sirius' hair is

yourusername i've got a few in the chamber already

starmanblack i'm blushing

user272720 does this mean y/n x marlene duet?

user647372 WHAT I THOUGHT U WERE ON TOUR

user327776 she's multitasking

user001911 are we all just gonna ignore y/n saying she's got songs about sirius' damn hair?

user338288 NO BUT I SAW THAT AND CRIED THERE HAS TO BE SOMETHING GOING ON

user133543 uhhhh new album? pls say yes

user382809 OMG???

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yourusername

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yourusername thank you for those three beautiful shows edinburgh! i shall be going home with lots of wonderful memories and a bag of gummy bears 💕 (special thanks to whoever gave those to my favourite security lady (alice ily 💓))

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starmanblack so when are you coming to london?

yourusername when are you free?

starmanblack can i slide into your dms?

yourusername you're free to try 😚

mmmckinnon my throat is so sore i can barely speak

casmeadowes i CAN'T speak

yourusername that means i was good 🤪

pete__ can i come for free next show?

yourusername we can negotiate

prongsyboy i volunteer to spectate from the first row

yourusername pay up prongsy boy

user055251 best experience of my life

user293929 I GOT A GUITAR PICK QUDOQIDJQJDJQDJQJSJ

user456268 can you fight?

user288882 SIRIUS LMFAOOO

user564400 i love him XHADJJAJSJA he's lowkey flirting

user919292 doesn't he have a gf though?

user444447 naw they broke up

user667634 I WAS THERE I WAS THERE

user709111 COME TO GERMANY PLS

starmanblack

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starmanblack unmatched unspoken w rizz

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yourusername you look like you're about freestyle it

starmanblack rapping is my hidden talent

yourusername 😲😲😲😲

marymacdonald HOW did you make remus agree to that?

rjlupin i was bullied please come help me

xeno_lovegood is there context behind this?

ev.rosier there's never context with them

prongsyboy evan is right

user029390 someone make green screen edits i'm begging

user372919 are you and y/n dating?

user644211 ffs y'all are annoying af 💀

user747373 early halloween party?

user327372 HELP ME WHAT

user654553 sirius you're famous 😭

celeb_gossip

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celeb_gossip not long after his split with actress emma vanity, sirius black has been pulled into some unexpected dating rumours with fellow rockstar, y/n l/n. the two singers have been leaving some interesting comments under one another's posts recently, and fans claim to have seen them together at marlene mckinnon's shows and several other occasions. the alleged couple, however, has not been photographed together yet. what do you think? 🤔 is this just another senseless rumour? 🤨 or is there something more going on? 👀 drop a comment and let us know your thoughts 😘💋

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user709111 never thought i'd see pictures of those two side by side

user900012 wouldn't be surprised if they were together actually

user915624 why does it even matter? 💀

user362625 they're just friends lmfao you all need to get a life

user422224 i thought y/n was dating evan 😭😭

user374848 HELPPP NO HE'S JUST HER PHOTOGRAPHER

user929397 honestly y/n should date me

user113231 PLS BE TRUE DHAHDJAJSHW

user800001 THIS WOULD BE MY DREAM

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yourusername one day i'm gonna release a song about this little demon and you lot better make it my most streamed track

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starmanblack ooo threats?

yourusername i need everyone to appreciate my pets

starmanblack i have a photo of him looking guilty after he peed on my carpet

yourusername use it as your profile picture

starmanblack done

maraudersofficial THAT WAS THE OFFICAL ACCOUNT SIRIUS

pandorasbox put it on an album and include limited edition photocards of him

yourusername can i hire you?

r.a.black cats are better

marymacdonald as a cat mother, i agree

starmanblack wrong but okay

user433322 I MISSED HIS LITTLE PHOTOS

user111000 AAAAHHGDHSHD CUTE

user726261 I WILL STREAM ITTT

user939290 even your dog got to meet sirius before i did lmao i'm hurt

user937344 SIRIUS WAS TGERE? WTF

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starmanblack dog

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yourusername is this your only good angle?

starmanblack it's a representation of how you see me

yourusername i will be contacting my lawyers 😤

yourusername i'm telling him to bite you next time

starmanblack bold of you to assume he'll listen to you

yourusername we both know he likes me more

starmanblack let me be in denial for a bit

prongsyboy woof

starmanblack don't bark in my comment section

prongsyboy ☹

bartyyy has this one contaminated your carpet too?

starmanblack no i was 3 seconds faster this time

user999291 you own this angle

user172777 YOU AND Y/N WE NEED ANSWERS

user866622 I AGREE WITH THE COMMENT ABOVE ME

user232655 EVERYONE LEAVE HIM ALONE 😭😭

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[justagirlobsessedwithwizards]

i need someone to write a threesome fic where sub!regulus and softdom!pandora are both with switch!reader

[swag696942069]

Sure would be a shame if someone drew all the Marauders and co and the skittles in croptops 👀👀👀👀👀👀

This is me begging someone to do this

[elilelibeli]

NSFW | wax play (don’t burn yourselves lmao) | this is a long, bad attempt of smut but like I just had to cause I couldn’t stop thinking about this lol | stay safe, eat pussy, be happy

Now that all of their friends were dating each other, the dinners together were a frequent occurrence. Lily often made up excuses to not show up as a 9th wheel but tonight Pandora had asked her to join and she just couldn’t say no to her.

That was how she found herself in the middle of the table full of lovesick, wine drunk couples. Her mind was wandering through mindless labyrinth of thoughts as she was dipping tips of her fingers into the tiny pools of melted wax in the candle. Suddenly, she felt someone’s hands on her shoulders, as she looked up she saw Pandora smiling down at her.

“Disgusting am I right?” she was pointing at their friends, “ as if they don’t get to do this everyday of their lives.” She imitated kissing sounds like a toddler. Lily was now laughing and Pandora’s smile was growing even more. “You look bored.”

“I mean they all.. well you can see” Lily said laughing. “ and you disappeared, soo..”

“Well I am here now.” She was beaming at Lily as she started to talk about something.

Lily could not hear her anymore, all she could do was stare. Stare at Pandora’s eyes, hair, skin, lips, just everything, she wanted to be enamored by the light Pandora’s smile was shining. Her hair was sparkling with the candle light and Lily was speechless by the beauty.

All of a sudden Lily felt a sting on her palm. She was quickly brought down from her dreams by the feeling and had realized that Pandora was holding a candle and dripping hot wax on her hands that somehow found themselves in Pandora’s lap.

“Hey.. that hurt” she kind of lied, I mean it did hurt but it was a good kind of pain, sudden and quick like getting shocked, like tiny tiny explosions on her skin.

“Well you were not paying attention to me, were you?”

“Oh sorry, I was just..”

“You like that huh?” Pandora pointing at the candle, interrupted Lily’s incoming excuse. Not waiting for the response she continued. “Lily I was trying to thank you for coming tonight. I wanted to talk to you about something and I am glad I get to do it now. I wanted to ask you on a date. Since Sirius’s garden party I have wanted to ask you out and I… you disappeared from there very suddenly so I didn’t get a chance but I am doing it now..” Pandora’s voice was quite and her eyes were looking all over Lily’s face.

“Panda, you..” Lily started. “Oh thank fuck” she suddenly whispered to herself and in matter of milliseconds her lips were attacking Pandora’s. She really really wanted to be gentle but she was eager after all this time and the wine in her head was making self restraint a little bit difficult.

Pandora had made a sound of surprise at first but soon that yelp turned into a delightful moan. Lily was a woman starved, just taking and taking and Pandora?! who was she to deny Lily anything.

After a while, Lily finally managed to stop herself. It was probably the hardest decision but what she wanted to do next was really, really not appropriate for the outside world. So she straitened herself up and almost died at the sound of disappointment Pandora made.

“Please don’t pout at me, I can hardly contain myself right now as is” she chuckled.

“But I don’t want to stop” Pandora whined trying to get closer to Lily.

“Oh sweetheart I am not stopping, in fact I don’t think I can ever stop doing this.” Lily was smirking now, “but what I want to do is not really appropriate for the dinner table and maybe should be done after our date.”

“Lily shut up, I am not waiting for another day for this, date can wait. I am ordering a taxi” Pandora quickly jumped up from her chair.

Lily laughed and after a quick peck went inside to pay. The taxi arrived very quickly and Pandora was so glad she lived nearby. They quickly said their goodbyes and went outside.

After two seconds Pandora rushed back in, quickly blew out candles in front of Regulus and stuffed them in her pocket.

“Please pay for the candles, Reggie” she yelled back while running towards the car.

The taxi ride was excruciating. Lily’s teasing hands and smirking. Pandora was in pain, but she was letting her be, after all she had a surprise in her pocket for Lily.

Pandora had never opened her door this fast and as soon as she was in, she was pinned to the wall knee shoved between her legs. After quite a lot of grinding and traveling hands Pandora tapped on Lily’s shoulders to stop.

“Ma biche, Bedroom’s this way.”

And it took a lot of self control for Lily to not get on her knees and crawl to the door after hearing that nickname.

The clothes were discarded in mere seconds, Lily getting on top of Pandora in a blink. Lily was gone. As a person who usually prided herself in having control over her actions and feelings, on top of a pretty girl was where all of that pride quickly went away. For Lily this was where she discarded all her control and did everything and anything that crossed her mind. Her hands were exploring spots on Pandora’s body, her swollen lips eager to find spots that would result in more of those delicious sounds Pandora was making.

Lily wanted everything, but most importantly Lily wanted a taste. Taste of what would soon become her favorite thing ever. She needed to take Pandora apart and needed to hear those sounds from between the legs.

She wanted to tease, to play but Pandora was squirming under her, hands traveling to somehow relieve all the buildup pressure.

“Hey, no, this is mine now” Lily pushed Pandora’s hands away.

“Get to it then and stop.teasing”

“Yes ma’am” was the last thing Lily said before burying herself between Pandora’s thighs.

Lily wanted everything, she was taking every last drop of Pandora. She wanted to be drowned into the sounds she heard. She needed to feel Pandora with everything she had. Her fingers, her tongue, hell her whole face was now buried inside trying to devour.

“Fuck Lily.. I am going to…” Pandora was not able to finish that sentence because Lily’s tongue was doing wonders for her. Lily hummed in approval against her, which send waves of pleasure up to Pandora’s whole body.

“Cum for me baby, come on” at these words Pandora looked at Lily smirking under her, working magic on her and that was enough. She was being taken apart from all that Lily had and she was seeing stars, ascending and falling from the 9th cloud of happiness. She couldn’t even comprehend what was she saying or doing.

She felt soft kisses as she was coming down from her high. With her blurry vision she could see Lily, Lily who was sitting on her knees right in front of her with one hand slowly tracing circles on Pandora’s body and other hand in front of her mouth. As Pandora tried to focus on Lily she saw why that hand was in front of her mouth. Lily was licking her fingers like a lollipop. The same fucking fingers that made Pandora scream just seconds ago where licked clean by Lily and even if moment ago Pandora’s whole body was limp, all of a sudden she got the surge of energy and uncontrollable urge to touch Lily.

In quick motion Pandora was on top of her. Kissing and sucking and touching. Now it was her turn to listen to Lily’s delightful sounds. Pandora’s fingers quickly traveled between Lily’s legs. The wetness she felt made her breath hitch, how sensitive Lily felt made her crazy.

Every thrust she did, every rub, every touch resulted in Lily moaning and pandora was all ears. She could listen to those sounds forever. It was slow at first but as she listened to more she lost control and now it was fast and deep and desperate. She felt that Lily was getting close, so she suddenly stopped.

“Hold on sweets, not yet, I have a surprise for you” she whispered and disappointed Lily and quickly stood up. Lily was about to complain and whine and oh my god she was ready to beg at that point when pandora quickly pecked her lips. “Be patient baby, wait for me and don’t touch” she said the last words firmly as she left the room.

She was back pretty quickly tho, with candles in her hand. Lily didn’t think she could get more wet, or more eager or more desperate, but here she was, staring at Pandora’s beautiful long fingers wrapped around the candles and she was burning with need.

“Shall we?” Pandora grabbed a lighter from her nightstand. The only sound Lily could make was a desperate, desperate moan.

“Hey sweetheart, I need you to use your words please. Will this be okay?”

“Fuck.. Panda yes.. please yes it will be okay” it took insane amount of effort to form those words, Lily was not a girl anymore, Lily had turned into a puddle.

And soon Pandora was straddling Lily. “Lily, you have to talk to me, okay? I need to know what’s good and what’s not.”

Soon Lily felt a tiny drop of hot wax on her body. It stung for a second but it also felt like explosion of pleasure. There was another drop, Lily hissed and Pandora looked at her with concern.

“Lily, are you okay?” Her eyes were glued on Lily’s face.

“Yes.. more.. everywhere” was what Lily could manage. And after those three breathless words Pandora got to work.

Every little drop made Lily moan loudly. Pandora was a musician. She was playing Lily and Lily was sounding like an orchestra of pleasure. Pandora was an artist, she was covering Lily in hot drops of wax and Lily looked like a goddess painted.

Lily was going insane. She had never felt this much pleasure in her life. It was overwhelming and so so good and even though she couldn’t even see properly she could see Pandora’s candle lit face and it was magical.

Pandora’s hand caressed Lily’s stomach covered with hardened wax droplets and traveled down between Lily’s legs.

Lily was already a puddle of pleasure so she genuinely didn’t understand how this could get better until she felt Pandora’s fingers inside her.

Pandora’s fingers were slow snd gentle and it was not enough for Lily. She roughly fucked herself into Pandora. “Panda, more.. please..” were moaned out of her as Pandora dripped a big drop of wax on Lily’s nipples.

The sensation of having Pandora’s finger inside her and hot wax dripped on her made her pleasure unmeasurable. Lily was genuinely scared to open her eyes, because she thought she had died from the pleasure. But as the sensation started to add up and the knot in her stomach began to become tighter, my god was she happy to be alive.

“Pretty.. so so pretty like this.” Pandora whispered as her fingers and eyes devoured Lily.

Breathy whispers of Pandora were the last straw for Lily, she was tipped over from the pleasure mountain and she was falling down quickly. The knot in her stomach open, her hands desperately clutching Pandora, string of moans and curse words and incomprehensible mumbles leaving her lips. Lily felt like she was drowning in pleasure and it was the best way to go.

As she was coming down from her high, she felt so happy that she decided to go on that dinner tonight. As she felt Pandora’s lips on her lips she realized how happy she was here, under Pandora, being embraced by the prettiest girl on the planet. She couldn’t contain her smile, the soft, hopeful, full of happiness smile.

Tho as she felt Pandora grinding on her tight, that gentle smile was quickly switched with a playful smirk. And just like that she was ready to go again, ready to feel and hear Pandora come apart under her once more. I mean, after all making Pandora moan had just become her new favorite thing and Lily never stopped doing things she loved.

[camilleesrecs]

THERE IS NOT ENOUGH DORCAS MEADOWES AND MARY MACDONALD (or any females from the Harry Potter universe in general) SMUT OR FANFICS ON THIS APP AND I AM PHYSICALLY ILL BECAUSE OF IT… CMON GIVE MY GIRLS SOME LOVE!!