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chaserofstars11 · 3 months

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sirius' initials being SOB will never not be funny. almost as funny as wolf john mcwolf and black dog. like???

#i don't think this is original?? idk.#sirius black #remus lupin #sirius orion black #wolf john wolf #wolfstar #the marauders #remus x sirius #remus loves sirius

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solthewizard · 2 months

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remus: what, are you going to call me a nerd?

sirius: …only if thats what youre into

#its 1am #marauders #marauders era #marauders fandom #the marauders #remus lupin #wolfstar #sirius #remus #sirius black #sirius black marauders #remus lupin marauders #wolfstar supremacy #wolf john wolf

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macabresque · 3 months

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whenever i study i just channel my inner remus lupin, like sure i just mauled myself the other night but that's no excuse to not do my writing assignments

#marauders fandom #marauders #remus lupin #silly gay wizards #sirius black #james potter #regulus black #lily evans #marauders hc #rj lupin #wolfy mcwolf #wolf john wolf

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doyouevenamericano · 1 year

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Marauders characters as dumb shit me and my friends say

Remus: Why be nice when you can be a dick?

Regulus: THAT’S MY POINT! EXACTLY!

#lmao help #regulus #regulus being regulus #remus #wolf john wolf #marauders #moony

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flyingtacoturtle11 · 2 months

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Remus I’ve said happy birthday but now it’s 10 minutes past your birthday and I have to say happy 64th again bc 64 is my favorite number.

#wolf john wolf

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monsieurpadfoot · 2 months

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What does your muses name mean?

Sirius

Meaning: glowing; burning; dog star

Sirius is a boy's name of Greek origin. Stargazers will recognize this baby name as a "glowing" or "burning" star that travels and sparkles across the night's sky. Known as the "dog star" from the constellation Canis Major, Sirius provides a beam of ultraviolet radiation like only very few beside it. Being so close to the Solar System, this well-known star isn't afraid to reflect light for Earth to see. With a name as blazing as Sirius, baby can be inspired to be the brightest fireball in the room.

Orion

Meaning: heaven's light

Orion is a boy’s name of Greek origin, meaning “heaven's light.” If you think of your son as a shining star, consider this celestial name, pulled right out of the sky. In Greek mythology, Orion was a mighty hunter and the son of Poseidon before Zeus placed him among the stars as the constellation of Orion. Today, Orion is considered one of the most recognizable and brightest constellations in the night sky. The name sports a scientific yet mysterious edge, making it a stellar choice if you’re practical and romantic.

tagged by @sioraiocht tagging: ...whoever wants to.

#we’ve all got light and dark in us || inspo #if you want to know what a man is like… || headcanon #sirius' name is literally black dog #which is so funny to me #it's like remus #wolf john wolf

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ao3topshipsbracket · 10 days

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Tumblr Top Ships Bracket - Round 1 Side 1

This poll is a celebration of fandom and fandom history; we're aware that there are certain issues with many of the listed pairings and sources, but they are a part of that history. Please do not take this as an endorsement, and refrain from harassment.

#polls #johnlock #sterek #teen wolf #sherlock #sherlock holmes #john watson #derek hale #stiles stilinski

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diejager · 4 months

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More Wolfie plz🥺? Idk what you’d right but I love the universe you built up with it and would love more of it, even if it’s just a sliver

Training Cw: smut, training, collar, ring gag, doggy style, creampie, unprotected sex, PinV, fingering, tell me if I missed any.

“What did I tell you about growling, pup?” He sounded so demeaning, his hand laid heavy on your nape, holding your face down and away from the two men in the room with you.

Ghost had pulled you to Price’s office under the guise of this being training, wanting to work through your aggression you’d thrived on while living in the wild. You were jerky and a biter, baring your teeth after a low growl, threatening to sink into someone’s hand or arm as retaliation. They were getting a lot of complaints from people who would approach you and attempt to pet your ears and tail, wanting to touch the softness of your washed fur and disregarding your personal space and boundaries.

“None of that,” his grip tightened around your neck when your throat rumbled, a growl slipping through your gagged mouth, drool rolling down your cheek.

They gave you a pretty, black ring gag, placed behind your teeth to keep your mouth open from biting them and showing off your sweet and fiery mouth. The black leather looped behind your head, a thin strap connecting it to your collar, a smooth, black leather that sat comfortably around your neck without irritating it, but thin enough for you to feel everything. They had you wear it as a sign of possession, the silver insignia of their Task Force hanging from the front, a skull and winged sword proudly gleaming under the light wherever you go.

You mellowed down, growls quieting to loud pants, exhausted from your skirmish with Ghost, doing your best ignore your Captain’s rough handling, his calloused fingers kneading the flesh of your hips and stomach, his hands smoothing over the arch of your back to your tail. Your fur was matted and wet, dirtied with slick that - prior to being forced into this position - pooled down your rim and wetting your soft fur. You’d long given up in fighting Price, he was much stronger than you and smelled of power and strength —like alpha. He was the leader of your little pack, a fiercely protective leader who had every intent of putting his group first, but it was his scent that made you stop. He smelled of strong musk, a heady scent of cigar and cedar, less smoky and sweet than your Lieutenant’s sandalwood that kept flooding your sensitive nose.

“Good pup, you’re doing so well,” Price cooed, running his fingers through your hair, scratching the reactive nerve behind your ears. It made you whine, a high sound that had both of them shush you, “That’s it, you’re all right, pup.”

Your panting grew louder, mewls slipping out as a final sign of submission, letting them bend your body to their pleasure. You arched your back, bucking against the bearded man that was ploughing into you, driving his hard cock into your wet cunt, slick squelching out of you with every snap of his hips, his balls slapping your twitching clit. You couldn’t deny how good it felt to give up all autonomy after having taken care of yourself on your own for years, letting another care for you and manhandle you in the best way. His veined girth laid heavy in your cunt, your gummy walls wrapped round him in a tight hold, just a hair away from coming.

Canting his hips and leaning forward, your world exploded in bright lights when Price’s head tapped your cervix, punching the air out of your body with every thrust. He was guiding you through your orgasm just as he had his, his cock throbbing and veins pulsing before the tip spurted ropes of cum, painting your walls white with his tangy lad, hot and thick. Price groaned lowly, palms holding your hips flushed to his, giving a few jerky thrusts before he hilted inside of you, unmoving but grounding you with the smooth touch of his thumb and Ghost’s grip on your scruff.

When he pulled out, his cum oozed out of you, dripping down your mound and landing on the old couch in his office. He admired the gift with a slight twitch of his cock, it leaked out of you like an unending fall. Wasteful, truly. His fingers slid down your thighs, gathering his cum and pushed it back in, fingering his load with a few wet sounds.

“Stay good for Ghost, pup. Can you do that?”

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solthewizard · 1 year

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A re-enactment of sirius black, by me:

JAMES

poTTER

JAMES POTTER

JAAMESSSSS POTTTEEEEEERRR

*high pitched squeal*

JAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-

until he eventually gets fucking bodyslammed by an annoyed remus

#marauders #sirius black #remus x sirius #sirius #remus #wolfstar #james and sirius #hes so silly #sirius being sirius #james potter #remus lupin #the marauders #marauders era #wolf john wolf #remus john lupin #sirius orion black

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frogchiro · 4 months

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Need more wolf dog hybrid! Simon or wolf hybrid! Soap with small reader who can barely take their knot. Like reader is whining that it won’t fit and they’re like “I’ll make it fit”.

Wolf hybrid!Soap who is the meanest, worst dog you've ever met :((

He's the largest alpha of his pack, he's huge, he's burly with the broadest shoulders ever and is the most virile male so his need to spread his seed and breed is skyrocketing, not to mention that it only serves to make him more confident and cocksure :((

And for some reason he chose you as his breed mate, the female wolf in his pack to mate, bond and have puppies with :(( You're smaller than him but it's even better for Johnny! Means he can show off more and protect you like a true alpha!

And he has literally no shame at all; will wrangle you onto the cave floor of the den and mount you right then and there where the whole pack can see :( The weaker males cower and not dare to look at the sight of their alpha fucking and breeding his mate in fear of Johnny noticing and tearing them apart with his maw :((

On the contrary all the female wolf hybrids gather close to watch the intimate display, whispering and whining among themselves, some of the bolder ones even rubbing up against Johnny and you, licking and kissing on your shoulders (neck is off limits) and even ducking down to suck your sensitive nipples.Johnny holds your tail tightly and thrusts his strong hips without abandon, all smiles and loud with his long tongue lolling out, happy that all his girls are close while he mates while you whine to please slow down because your pussy hurts from the relentless thrusts :((

#kin speaks #asks #interactions #this is...something way different #but jesus i got carried away😭#wolf!soap #hybrids au #cod x reader #cod mw x reader #john soap mactavish x reader #john soap mctavish x reader #soap mactavish #soap x reader #john soap mactavish

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wispscribbles · 3 months

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sorry for the like spam but 🫠😩😭😖 YOU!! your Soap is cartoon-worthy, as in I need you to get a contract for an ATLA-lvl show (which I would watch). He expresses love for Ghost the way I would. & them as PUPPIES?! I love wolves SO MUCH?!!! & yours look so soft together! Simon & Johnny w/their respective rugged beards, looking 🔥. The body type you gave Ghost is gorgeous & realistic. & finally: the color portrait of him, with all his scars. There’s so much DETAIL! The coloring is like he’s rendered! I kept scrolling back up JUST to look at him 🥰

I LOVE when ppl spam likes and reblogs, and I get to see them go through my entire page /gen !!! It's the best feeling <33 Thank you so much for everything you said - ATLA animated 141 show when?? I'd watch that. And thanks for reminding me of wolf ghoap, it's been a hot minute since I've drawn the puppers

#ask #dhampiravidi #ghostsoap #soapghost #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #my art #doodle #ghostsoap wolf au #cod wolf au #puppiesss !!!

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charliemwrites · 4 months

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Woof woof… whimper

(Part 10… but technically a continuation of part 9)

Content: Dub-Con/Non-Con, Knotting

It takes your cock-addled brain a second too long to process what Soap’s just said. What he’s implied. And by then he’s all ready for you to buck against him, confused and angry.

“That’s so — that’s not funny!” You shout.

But he’s got you pinned thoroughly, your chest flat against the mattress and your ass flush against his hips. His cock buried so deep you can feel the hot head of it bullying the deepest parts of you. All your struggling does is make you clench up tight around him, makes him feel that much bigger and meaner inside you. Makes him grunt low and ragged in your ear, all animal appreciation.

“I’m not laughin’,” he replies, nipping at your shoulder.

“G-get off of me, get out, get—”

His hand slides into your hair again, gets a firm hold at the roots and presses your face into the blankets, muffling your protests. Shushes you like soothing a panicked animal.

“Now, now,” he chides, “I still gotta prove I’m not compensating, don’t I?”

You suck in a breath, squeezing your eyes shut. There have to be a million explanations other than the absolutely ludicrous one he’s just presented to you. Cameras, microphones….

How did he know where you live?

How did he know where the spare key was?

How did he know where your bedroom was?

How did he find you at the bar?

Stalker, you tell yourself. He’s a creep, you’ve always known that.

Then where’s your dog?

“N-no,” you warble, bucking again. Nearly scream as his cock twitches inside you; only reason you don’t is because you can barely breathe as it is. He’s so deep inside that he’s practically in your lungs. “No way you’re my — there’s no way. You’re crazy. I’m gonna— ah!”

He draws out as you speak, gradual, and then plunges in again all at once, cutting you off. Grinds his hips in a dirty circle too, burying himself as deep as he can.

“Aww, poor thing,” he coos. “S’alright, baby, I knew this would happen. We jus’ gotta get all those big, scary feelings out first. Then I can explain it all nice and slow.”

You try to scream at him. Try to curse him out, tell him there’s no way in hell you’re listening to a word he says now; never mind letting him spend another second with his dick in you.

All that comes out is a high-pitched keen as he starts fucking you without further preamble. It aches, but you can’t tell in what way. If it hurts, if it’s the best you’ve ever had. Both? Your nerves feel haywire, brain dragged to lust-stupid depths.

“See, there we go,” he rasps, punctuating with a sharp snap of his hips on that last word. “My perfect little mate. Your cunt was made for my cock, made to be bred by me. Isn’t that right?”

You try to shake your head, but his grip keeps you from doing more than sending electricity down your spine, hair pulled taut.

“Yeah it fucking is,” he growls to his own question, canting your hips back further. His fingers grip cruelly into the flesh, sure to leave bruises. You wish you didn’t enjoy the sensation, wish it didn’t make you spasm around him helplessly.

“‘Bout time I owned you right back, don’t you think?” He continues, never stopping or even slowing. You yelp as he tugs your necklace again, arching your back at a steep angle. “Even collared yourself up for me. All it needs is my name.”

Something about that drives some awful, slutty part of your brain fucking wild. The idea of you with a tight leather choker — a collar — with his name (you don’t think about what name) hanging from your throat…

“Like that, don’t you?” He chuckles meanly. “Who’s my good little slut? Who’s my perfect, soaked little breeding whore?”

Tears spring to your eyes as you realize the “I am” is right there on the tip of your over-saturated tongue. If you had air, brain cells, any ability at all, you’d be crying it to the ceiling like the toy he’s treating you as.

He’s going to ruin you, you think. He’s going to fuck you broken. You’re crying and wailing on his cock, think you’d actually throw a tantrum if he pulled out and left you on the edge right now. Would, you realize in horror, beg for him to keep going.

And then he snakes his hand around your hip and starts rubbing your clit — fast, hard little circles. Just the way you like; the way you’d do it yourself. Relentlessly and cruel, even when you try to writhe away from how fast you can feel yourself getting to the edge. Almost frightened by it, how quickly he’s mastered your body’s pleasure.

Frightened by the extra stimulation at your entrance, too. A little extra friction at first — shocking because you’re leaving a puddle on the sheets. But then the friction becomes pressure, becomes… more.

“W-wha….?” You slur, hips wriggling.

Soap (Johnny?) snarls in your ear and that feeling at your entrance grows. Feels, you realize with alarm, like stretching.

“Gonnae take my knot so well,” he rambles, accent thick like syrup, trickling into your empty brain, filling you up with meaningless sounds. “Plug you up full of my cum, breed you right just like you need.”

Any questions or confusion are whisked away by the extra stimulation at your entrance. The sensitive nerves getting just as much brutal attention as your inner walls, your cervix, that sweet spot inside you that makes your eyes roll back.

It all becomes too much all at once and crashes through you, devastating. You clamp down around him tight and needy, lean all your weight back into his thighs. And he practically howls as he sinks into you and stays, grinding and humping without ever actually pulling out again. You feel a flood of heat that seems to go on for an absurdly long time, cock pulsing against your overstimulated walls, milked for every last drop.

You shudder as your brain tries and fails to process it all. Like trying to decipher a foreign language from white noise. It’s nothing but static to you.

You can feel a tongue against your shoulder, scraped of blunt teeth. Soap/Johnny licking the sweat from your skin and nipping bruises into the flesh. You make an annoyed noise that comes out whinier than intended, shoving at his face.

“Get off, you bastard.” Your voice is pathetic, thick with tears and fractured in a hundred places.

“Can’t, bonnie, even if I wanted to.”

You scowl, try to look at him over your shoulder. He takes that opportunity to nuzzle against your temple.

“What?” You ask. “What are you talking about?”

“Did ye hear me?” He chuckles. “Well, maybe not with the way you were screamin’. You’re all knotted up, baby. Can’t pull out — ‘less you want this pretty pussy to tear.”

You jolt, nearly yank yourself off out of pure fear, but Johnny keeps you still again, humming.

“Easy now,” he croons. “Still fussy? Need another to settle down?”

Useless as your brain may be, it recognizes what he means by “another one.” You think you might pass out.

“No,” you snap, petulant even to your own ears. “I want you to explain… explain everything.”

“Alright, hen. C’mere.”

He gently lays you out prone on the bed, then rolls you both on your sides. Hitches your leg up over his hip. You want to protest, but it helps the ache in your poor cunt.

“H-how are you still hard?” You pant, traitorous pussy twitching around him.

He growls in your ear, can feel him grinning against the lobe. “Will stay that way for a bit, lass. Don’ worry, you jus’ have to lay here all nice and still. Keep me warm while I explain things to you.”

And he does. How there are shapeshifters out there in the world, rare as they are. That he comes from a line of them. Recruited to military, as most of them are.

How he was on standard patrol when he smelled you for the first time.

“Like a wet dream, bonnie. Fertile. Spring. Smelled like mine.”

How he instantly knew you were his mate. That he just needed to make you see it. Never a good time to explain it all to you — and then there were interlopers and your silly little books and your pesky toys. How he tried to drop hints around the house, let you come to the correct conclusion on your own. But you never did.

“Honestly it’s a good thing I’m here, hen. You’re so oblivious. Lived with a man and never even knew it.”

That he tried to go about it the other way ‘round, as a man, but you’re just so stubborn. And then how it all led up to tonight. To you finally, finally realizing what you really needed: your mate.

You should be angry, furious. There’s a lot to say about… well, all of it. It’s horrifying and violating and… and…

And he hasn’t stopped bullying your clit since he started talking. Cruel, tight circles. Drawing the hood back with two fingers and stroke with a third, slow and languid and just soft enough to make your head spin. Rhythmless taps. Even pinches when you try to chew him out at one point, half turning to scowl. Instead have his tongue lapping sloppily at yours as your mouth gapes open soundlessly.

Makes you cum twice just like that without ever interrupting his own story, cock still hilted — knotted deep inside you. Honestly, you probably miss a good portion of it, some of the finger details for sure. But you get the broad strokes (among other strokes).

He licks at your overstimulated tears when he’s finished, nuzzling and kissing your cheek.

“I-I miss my dog,” you mumble finally, hands balled against your chest.

“Aww, darlin’,” he sighs, sounding genuinely apologetic. “We’re one and the same. I’m always your boy no matter what form I take.”

It would be more comforting if his dick didn’t throb calling himself your boy.

“‘Sides, I’m better than a normal mutt,” he continues, tugging you against his chest. You want to hate that is instantly makes you feel a little better. “Wolves mate for life, after all.”