Mmm imagine the praise you get from poly!Marauders as they’re throat training you, I would simply melt🫠
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“There we go, sweetheart… just relax,” James cooed softly, running a hand over your hair to soothe you.
Tears streamed down your cheeks and spit dribbled onto your chin from each gag the three insatiable men had pulled from you. James’ fingers were down your throat, pressing on your tongue for you to relax. They had spent the last forty minutes switching from having two fingers jammed down your throat to each getting a turn with their cocks, patiently opening you up for them.
“That slutty little throat of yours is taking us so well, isn’t it, doll?” Sirius smirked, crouching down to grasp your chin and angle your face more up, helping James’ fingers slip easier inside the warm cavern of your mouth.
You whined around James’ fingers but inevitably gagged from your throat closing up because of the sound and movement, prodding more tears to spill from your eyes.
Remus tsk’ed, but stroked your cheek comfortingly, “shh, honey… no need for whining, just relax and breathe through your nose like we taught you, yeah?”
In my quest to get more people to watch this episode of Marple ("The Secret of Chimneys," season 5 episode 2 if you're interested), I may have inadvertently pushed people to torrent an available copy.
Which is a horrible crime! Not because it's "theft" or whatever, fuck that, this is a 15-year-old show and Agatha's long dead — but because in the torrented version most of this scene is cut, and it's the scene which first made me pause, frown at the TV screen, mutter "wait what" and rewind it to make sure that it's as outrageously flirty as it seemed the first time.
I'm super shy with fanart because I fear drawing things wrong
Gave myself an out by doing a wombo combo of Eugene Finch from Drawtectives in the Hades style. I'm trying to do right by sad amnesia boy QHQ
not until i started reading restoration and post-restoration plays written by women like aphra behn and susanna centlivre did i fully understand romantic comedy on another level. the male love interests are just built better. like as much as i love a midsummer night's dream, if i were hermia i would never risk death or a forced life in a nunnery for lysander. no. hell no. he's just ken. but if i were miranda would i risk my thirty-thousand-pound inheritance to elope with sir george airy? if i were leticia would i contemplate leaving behind my country and my hated old husband i was tricked into marrying the second i learn that belmour is still alive, to live with his banished ass in exile? hm. let me thin—yes.
Hi there darling! I’ll give you a request for dialogues!!
How about the marauders trying to convince fem!reader to study for a big test and she’s a procrastinator but secretly is panicking?
“Come on, bunny… you can’t keep putting it off,” Remus spoke gruffly, peering up from his book to give you a stern look.
You groaned and rolled over to escape his death glare, cuddling up to James who was nose deep in a book as well, “ugh, it’ll be fine… I’ll just wing it.”
Remus rolled his eyes, going back to his studies leaving you to do as you pleased. James’ hand brushed over your hair, petting you distractedly, choosing to do as Remus and just ignore your whining.
“Pup, if you’re gonna wing it, you better not come crying to us tomorrow when gods forbid you get anything below an ‘O’,” Sirius smirked, standing from his place on the floor to grasp your chin, “you gonna be a good girl and study? Only good girls get cuddles.”
You huffed, pouting as you stared up at Sirius’ smug smirk - the bastard knew how to break you.
“I’ll study,” you murmured, pout still in full force.
Sirius gave your cheek a pat, leaning down to place a much too sweet kiss on your hairline, “that’s a good girl.”
So…I was rewatching Fantastic Mr. Fox (for like the millionth time) and thought what if this scene was replaced by Carmen and Jules hence these next few paragraphs.
Just a reminder!
This was heavily based off of @2deadkat’s AU of the Spectacular Scarlet Fox so inspo goes to them!
And if you plan on watching the Fantastic Mr. Fox movie anytime soon for the first time, maybe don’t read this it might have spoilers!
Julia let out a shaky breath of anger. She was honestly surprised she could force the words that’d been bubbling in her mind and her throat for the past hour. “I’m gonna lose my temper now.” Carmen stared back at her, dead-faced, and a little confused. “When?” She asked. “Right. Now.” Julia said, spitting her words out as if they were hot metal. “But whe-“
Carmen’s words were quickly cut short by a hiss from Julia’s throat, and a swipe from her claws. Carmen winced and groaned in pain, holding her cheek. Pink skin was left under the fur of where Julia had scratched her. 3 claw marks, all stinging with the same amount of pain. But all Carmen could do in that moment was feel the tears wallow up in her eyes.
Julia’s words seeped out of her quickly. “12 years ago, you made a promise to me. While we were caged inside that fox trap, that if we survived you would never steal another chicken, turkey, goose, duck…or squab, whatever they are. And I believed you.” At this point, Julia could feel the tears rush to her eyes. Although she tried to keep a strong hold, her voice cracked. “Why? Why did you lie to me?”
Carmen could only say “Because I’m a wild animal.”
Julia responded, through her shaky words. “You are also a wife and a mother.”
“I’m trying to tell you the truth about myself.” Carmen admitted.
Julia’s eyes only narrowed. “I don’t care, about ‘the truth about yourself’.” Her eyes watered again. “This story is too predictable.”
“Predictable, really? What happens in the end?”
“In the end…” Julia sniffled. “We all die. Unless you change.” Julia walked off to rejoin the others, and Carmen was left with only the thought: “What have I done?”
I uploaded a new post to Ko-Fi! Hortensia & a new Emblem? I hear it's called the Emblem of light, & it's called by saying: "Heiress of Light, guide me through the darkness!" Full art is available to Light Mage tier subscribers on Ko-fi!
There hasn’t been nearly enough drama at a place like this. Tilman feels that half of the reason for going to these things is witnessing all of the messy things that people will spend the next six months talking about. And if there’s one things Tilman can’t handle, it’s being left out.
So, naturally, he decides to take matters into his own hands. Seeing Julia, one part of some very tantalizing mess he can’t help but get in the middle of. He slides in next to her at the bar, sipping his wine. “You look magnificent, Julia.” He smirks. “Did you come alone this evening?”