A/N: this is my contribution to @bladebarnes fic fest.
Prompt: “I’ve done some calculations and I’ve been able to determine that you’re full of shit”
Warnings: none really, this is all crack with a minor mention of smut.
The world has it wrong. Steve Rogers isn’t a straight-laced, rule abiding, perfect gentleman. Steve Rogers is a little shit. He may have called Tony out on his language before but in a fight, almost no one out snarks the Captain. Like right now, he’s nose to nose with Rumlow in the middle of an old Hydra base. The more sass that comes from Steve, the more pissed Rumlow is getting. The fighting has stopped completely and everyone is just watching. There should be steam coming from his ears any second now…..he should bet Sam.
“Your vision is clouded Rogers!” Rumlow begins to scream, “Hydra is trying to save the world.”
“I’m sorry Rumlow. As soon as I stop having visions of them pulling my friend out of his head and making him kill people before throwing him in a fucking freezer, I’m sure I’ll see your side!!”
“They only had to do that because his dumbass self wouldn’t listen for shit!”
Bucky tried not to get involved but he can’t keep himself quiet. “Yeah being tortured and experimented on against my will kinda made me not wanna work with them. I guess that’s my own personal trust issues coming into play though.”
“Stay out of this Barnes!!” Rumlow is really starting to lose it now.
“But I thought this argument was about mmpphhh!!”
Sam quickly clamps his hand over Bucky’s mouth to tell him he’s got $50 riding on how long Steve can keep this going. They need it to go as long as possible because Natasha is currently working her way through the computers. She just needs a few more minutes.
Steve is loving this. None of his friends will give in to his sass, choosing to call him out on it instead. Having Rumlow of all people getting caught up in the argument is just too much fun.
He’s so distracted that he hasn’t noticed FRIDAY taking over his team’s coms, those updates he’s supposedly getting are totally fake. Rumlow doesn’t realize that the only men with him that are still conscious, are the 5 men currently in the room.
“My vision isn’t clouded at all, I’m quite clear headed. I’ve read what Hydra calls its plan for world peace and I have to say, I’ve done some calculations and I’ve been able to determine that you’re full of shit!”
The team loses it, they’ve tried to keep quiet but just can’t anymore. Natasha sends in the all clear and Steve immediately knocks Rumlow to the ground and cuffs him before dragging him to the quinjet.
Unwilling to give up having the last word, Rumlow continues to bitch the whole way back only to get ignored. Rumlow finally managed to strike a nerve with Natasha after mentioning a particularly painful memory.
Steve catches the flying assassin, he turns to speak to Rumlow one last time
“Ya know, I’ve met some pricks in my lifetime. But you Rumlow, you’re a fucking cactus.”
He turns back to the angry woman wrapped around him, brushing her hair back and talking lowly to calm her while heading for the elevator. They barely make it inside the elevator before her lips are on his and he’s pinning her to the wall.
They narrowly avoid squishing a very grossed out Tony who manages to get out of there just as the doors close, cutting off the billionaire’s curse riddled speech about respecting other people’s personal space and PDA in workplace.
Bucky lifts the fussing man & walks him over to the bar, he might as well stay here, with his room being next to Steve’s he knows he won’t be sleeping tonight anyway. Might as well sit down to discuss how his new arm is functioning.
In the excitement, everyone has forgotten about Rumlow being hogtied and left in the jet. Well, not everyone, Clint’s not about to say a word though. It’s much funnier to leave him.
Well I saw it. I wish I could say it was everything I expected it to be but it was worse. To summarize everything in one fluent and well-arranged thesis is too daunting a task because there’s simply too much to say about this blaspheme and so little time to properly convey it all. so here’s the main points on everything you need to know about this film
-i thought the Wreck It Ralph comparisons were bad enough but we find out Jailbreak was formerly a princess emoji but she rejected her status in favor of something more spunky and rebellious like holy shit they’re just unabashed in ripping off the beats of a superior movie. -Sony hates millenials despite the fact that this movie was tailor-made to pander to them in the worst ways possible. Case in point, at one point the main human contemplates texting his crush and his frind tells him to only use emojis before saying in the most dude-bro way “words aren’t COOL” at one point the teacher is talking about hieroglyphs and has to liken them to “the original emojis” because the students don’t want to learn any other way! they’re too obsessed with their phones! they have no attention spans! get it? GET IT? -ADDING ONTO THAT! what is the message of this film? it doesn’t have one! there’s a scene where we see the main human deleted an email of lyrics/poetry he wrote for his crush but he deleted it because as his friends say WORDS AREN’T COOL. and you think “oh. the message will be that teens need to actually talk to each other more and express their feelings whatever” but oh no no no this is THE EMOJI MOVIE we’re talking about and the climax of the film is resolved by Gene (the main emoji) using his multiple faces to make the first emoji composed of multiple feelings back to back and gets sent to the crush who says “wow! I loved your emoji! it’s so nice to see a guy who’s willing to express his feelings” WHAT THE HELL? SO YOU’RE GOING TO MAKE FUN OF YOUTH FOR USING EMOJIS BUT ULTIMATELY EMOJIS SAVE THE DAY? -ALSO THE HUMAN IS A FUCKING NERD WHO DECIDES TO TAKE HIS PHONE TO THE TECH STORE TO DELETE EVERYTHING JUST BECAUSE ONE EMOJI DOESN’T WORK -There’s a stupid subplot about Gene’s meh parents having a falling out but it’s okay because they reconcile inside Instagram by hijacking a romantic photo and using the right filter -TJ Miller touted the film as having a feminist positive message and let me tell you this is what it is. In Candy Crush, Gene finished one of Jailbreak’s sentences when she has an idea and out of nowhere Jailbreak yells “MEN ARE ALWAYS GETTING CREDIT FOR WOMEN’S IDEAS AND I’M SICK OF IT!” it comes immediately and ends abruptly. Gene doesn’t respond to it and Jailbreak doesn’t build onto that. the subject ends there. 10 minutes later Jailbreak says out of nowhere that in the early days emoji women only had the choice to be “princesses or brides” but that in the cloud she can be whatever she wants to be. again, this is never brought further or built upon. it feels so tacked on and barely even surface level like fuck they patted themselves on the back for this progressive-ass movie -speaking of progressive, an internet troll calls the Just Dance lady a g***y. so yeah, add a slur usage to the list of offenses -they go to Dropbox? Becuase kids love using Dropbox???? -Gene creates a new dance. The Emoji Bop. yes there is a dance party ending. -Someone tells Poop that he’s going soft. Patrick Stewart had to say the following line. “Not too soft, I hope” -Jailbreak in her princess form whistles and summons a twitter bird -they go into youtube which has viral videos that are in live action and it’s super disorienting -because this is a Sony movie, everyone uses Sony smart phones -the 15 year old human has one of those fake-out apps that looks like a dictionary to his parents but it’s meant to hide like porn and illegal downloads so yeah fun for the whole family -if there’s one and I mean ONE good thing about the film it’s short. like barely 70 minutes. and yet that still feels like too long
The Emoji Movie is what you get when you have too much money. and nothing else. wait for a camrip online before watching it ironically. please please do not give this money. please. please. please please pleaskd qn
Headcanon that before long drives to away games the Foxes make a playlist for each trip as a team.
Everyone has to go to Renee and she gives them her phone and lets them add songs to the playlist
When Neil doesn’t add any, she tracks him down to see which he wants on there
He picks just enough to make it look like he put some effort in so he can be left alone, but he doesn’t know much music
His choices are just a few songs that he doesn’t feel that strongly about, but he knows their names because he’s heard them a few times on the radio and he doesn’t hatethem, so that’s good enough for him
On the run, it was just what they could catch on the radio and lots of the time they were driving where they couldn’t catch any signal but obscure country stations
Now Neil hates country music because of it
He couldn’t change the station to something else while he was driving because his mom wouldn’t let them stray from the one she had found (no matter how staticky it got) in case they couldn’t find one again while she was awake
And when it was her turn to sleep while he drove, he had to keep the radio off
On the bus, they put the whole playlist on shuffle while they drive
There’s no skipping allowed or else it would be total chaos and there would definitely be spite skipping
Which is why they all suffer through “This is the New Shit” blaring through the speakers at 5:30 in the morning because Andrew put it on the playlist
Also, they guess and make bets on who put what songs on when it’s a tough call
But sometimes it’s an easy call
Like, okay Kevin, we all know you’re the one who put “We Will Rock You” and “Tubthumping” and “All I Do is Win” on there
Tbh he may as well have put a whole sports rock album on there
Neil is so confused when Nicky’s singing along to the French lines in “Bad Romance” because Nicky doesn’t speak French????
And Nicky bursts into laughter when Neil asks about it and explains that’s the only French he speaks and he doesn’t even know what it means, he just knows all the Lady Gaga lyrics
Nicky also puts “Get’cha Head in the Game” on there and he definitely sings at Kevin when it comes on
And Andrew put “Basketball” on there just to annoy Kevin
When the song comes on, it keeps repeating “They’re playing basketball. We love that basketball.” while Kevin gets more and more visibly angry and Andrew almost smiles
Neil and Andrew adopt a child. Not a baby because that's not who needs to be adopted the most a child who needed a second chance.
I have thought a lot about the idea of Dan and Matt calling Neil in to help them reach a troubled kid on their kid’s high school exy team and Andrew seeing a lot of himself and Neil in the kid and even though he never wanted kids wanting to help this one.
So, I was super excited to see this ask and this is probably going to be long.
Matt is a retired exy player and coaches his and Dan’s daughter’s high school exy team
And sometimes consults the Fox’s current coach (aka his gorgeous wife) for help
But there’s one girl on the team that Matt cannot reach no matter how hard he tries
Madison is this scrawny little fourteen year-old playing on a high school team with and against teens much bigger and older
And her and Matt and Dan’s daughter are the only girls on the team
Madison hardly talks and she’s usually all reserved off the court
But, on it, she gets into fights with guys twice her size and seems to angle for a red card every game
She can also go from reserved to screaming and swearing very fast and she’s gotten into verbal and physical fights in school hallways
She’s failing every single class she’s in because she doesn’t put in any effort
Matt keeps trying to talk to her and see how to help her
He tries so hard to make sure that she knows she can come to him if she needs help with anything, whether it is exy related or not
But it’s kind of like when he told Neil that he would help him with anything and Neil still tried to handle everything himself and insisted he was fine, even when he clearly was not
At eleven the next morning, Gansey received a series of texts from Ronan. The first was merely a photograph. It was a close-up of a part of Ronan’s anatomy that he hadn’t seen before. An Irish flag was twist-tied to it. It was not the most grotesque display of nationalism Gansey had ever seen, but it was close.
The Dream Thieves by Maggie Stiefvater
(or that time Kavinsky sent Dick Gansey a dick pic of Ronan’s Irish manhood)
I know I’m supposed to be finished with TUE, but this has always bugged me so much. I finally thought of something that made me feel better about it, so I had to backtrack for just a bit.
My sister has a headcanon (one I think she saw on tumblr somewhere) that Mr. Lancer’s statue used to say “Gone with the Wind.” It just sank into the earth, so “gone” is all that’s seen. I love that idea, because Mr. Lancer would be overjoyed to have a book title on his memorial.
The only thing that bugged me was that I couldn’t think of a reason for Lancer to get his own statue. Why wasn’t he just included with everyone else?
Then it hit me that the Fentons, Sam, and Tucker were all actually pretty close. In particular, they were all close to Danny. It’d make sense for their memorial to be paid for by Vlad for Danny’s sake, or (in my opinion more realistically) by the Mansons for Sam’s sake.
Despite not always getting along, Sam’s family did love her. I can absolutely see them wanting to build a statue to honor her and the other victims.
Lancer, however, was left off at the request of the students of Casper High. They hadn’t always respected him, but he did a lot for his students. They decided they owed it to him to make a special statue just for him, as a thank you for everything he did.
So, the students of Casper High put together a fundraiser and paid for Lancer’s separate statue themselves, with “Gone with the Wind” written on it. Mr. Lancer would’ve loved it.
mhmmmmmm i cant shake the feeling that the quintessence keith absorbed at the end of s1 has more significance than just galra!keith foreshadowing, like in s3 we saw that even a little drop of quintessence could become an infinite power source, keep a cat alive for 10,000 years, turn zarkon and haggar into literal zombies and look how much keith came in contact with???
he’s covered in it???? (obviously its not anywhere near to how much zarkon +haggar came in contact with but still, ) will it effect him past the obvious “galra” patches of skin on his hands???? (also we have seen much of galra keith’s significance past the BOM–maybe this and galra keith are related???) i just feel like now that we’ve seen what quintessence can really do, that this scene possibly holds more significance than we originally thought/keith’s exposure may prove helpful in unexpected ways
So, I’ve been wondering this for a while now and figured asking the community would give me some pretty decent answers. For a long time, I assumed the answer was yes, yes he does love Bum. But now, I think Sangwoo just thinks he’s in love with him. He loves the idea of being in love with Bum. He wants to be in love with him, but hasn’t actually fallen. Don’t get me wrong, I think he cares about Bum more than he’s probably cared about anyone in a long time (perhaps ever), and Bum is special to him, but he’s not in love with him.
Now I know a lot has changed since chapter 15, but the way Sangwoo phrases this always seemed a bit off to me. I wrote it down to either translation or Sangwoo muttering nonsensically to himself, but there are three ways this can be interpreted. 1. Sangwoo is saying he loves Bum back, or 2. Sangwoo is thinking about someone else here. It could be he means ‘so you love me, too…just like’ or ‘as well as’ someone else. Probably his mother considering what we know of their relationship.
Or 3. Both- Sangwoo is saying he loves Bum, but is also thinking about his mother in the same context. We already know that a lot of his thoughts about Bum are linked with his mother, and that Bum seems to remind him of her. So is he saying this because he wants to love Bum, because he actually loves Bum or because he’s thinking about his mother and her love?
One of the things that surprises me about My Hero Academia is that out of all the ships I could possibly ship I really only ship Toshinko. This isn’t anything against any of the other ships I’ve seen in the fandom. A lot of them are really cute and I can appreciate the art and thought put into them.
I just love the potential that Toshinko has for all the characters involved, Inko, Toshinori, and Izuku. One thing that always struck me when Toshinori came to their apartment to talk to Inko were the posters of him on the wall of their apartment.
I don’t quite think Toshinori peeked into Izuku’s room because that would probably be rather rude. I think the posters might in fact be in their living room and next to (what I’m pretty sure are) their family pictures.
In the top one there are 2 adults who I assume are Inko and Hisashi, and I think Izuku is between them. The second pic shows more than likely just Inko and Izuku (a subtle mention that Hisashi is literally out of the picture? Sorry for the pun. OTL). Right next to them are posters of All Might, to me (and judging by the look on Toshinori’s face, to him as well) this feels a little odd. Unless perhaps, you take the possibility that All Might became a source of strength/comfort for Izuku. He indirectly filled in some of the gap that Hisashi left behind. (In my opinion, Toshinori probably doesn’t know this, yet.)
As per yesterday’s postings on strange fandom wishes for Sansa’s endgame, sometimes I equally don’t understand people wanting her to be this cold, aloof ice queen ruling alone. I think the show has probably contributed to that imagery, because it doesn’t really exist in the books . Again there’s that strong woman = emotionally severed from most other human beings BS that keeps popping up. There is an underlying good intention of wanting her safe that should be acknowledged, but sometimes it’s at the expense of ignoring her characterization.
If anything she was closer to being cold and aloof at the start of AGOT. Courtesy and politeness are not equal substitutes for warmth and kindness. Then by TWOW sample, we see she’s evolved to being self-assured and magnetic. She’s no longer constrained by strict adherence to class boundaries and proper behavior. She throws her arms around Lothor Brune in an impulsive hug for his support. Younger Sansa would never hug a servant like that. She runs like a free spirit with Myranda Royce not caring what anyone thinks. This is not a woman shrinking back from the world, but someone who has seen much and still finding reasons to embrace other people. Even difficult people. She’s exceedingly patient with SR, talks him through his fears, and gives him just enough firmness that he starts behaving better. She’s a natural nurturer and a good parent who has envisioned children in her future.
And she still wants someone to love her for herself. She’s only evolved to a point in the later books of being able to discern who wants her and who wants her claim. The only reason she is entertaining this idea of marrying Harry is because it’s the hand she’s been dealt and she must decide if she is willing to play that hand if she wants to go home. But there’s no rose colored glasses here. She’s looking at him with a very critical eye. There wouldn’t be a sense of settling here if she didn’t still hope that someone would like her as a person and equally important that she likes him too. Wanting real love is not stupid or naive, only the way she pursued it and thought about it was. Her standards have actually gotten much higher and tougher to pass muster.
I feel sometimes as Sansa is a character that is screaming who she is and very few actually listen. She’s grown even more loving, passionate, and intimately connected to others. She’s become even more nurturing and maternal. She’s more authentic, engaging, and kind. She’s someone that draws strength from her connections to others. I don’t understand how it would somehow be better for her that she winds up alone, childless, and immersing herself in a purely political life. Just why? Why would that be a kindness to wish for her when she’s repeatedly wished for the opposite? It could not be more clear how important love and family is to her. Not just her siblings and parents, but a family of her own someday. Is love and family somehow incompatible with being a good leader? Is love and family not compatible with overcoming her past trauma? I absolutely despise all the implications of the lone ice queen and I see no evidence that this is what George intends. The Sansa we’re seeing is stronger than a lone ice queen. She’s seen how some of the most evil people in Westeros operate, experienced abuse and exploitation, and has every reason to never trust another soul again. She still doesn’t retreat from people or life, she runs toward them and is willing to put herself out there again to find what’s real and good. Her dreams are still mostly the same, just re-calibrated and balanced with experience. Alone and aloof would be a absolute tragedy for her character, worse than dying. It would really be the real death of her character.
i like to imagine sabo continuously asking robin to tell him stories about luffy after regaining his memories
she’d happily do so, and oftentimes the stories would go on into the latest hours of the night. sabo would interrupt with questions and exclamations of awe, like this boy is SHAKEN by all this stuff he’s learning about his formerly wimpy younger brother
“luffy did WHAT” “robin you’re joking” “NO WAY”
sometimes he’d even ask robin to retell certain stories, especially, especially enies lobby. there was just something about his younger brother declaring war on the world government that hyped sabo up a bit too much
Please ignore this, it is a Random rant. When I last visited my best friend she asked me if I’ve heard of that Disney theory where Anna and Elsa’s parents are also Tarzan’s parents. She’s a huge fan of the Frozen film and I’m… well I hate it. She thought that this tidbit which was supposedly confirmed by the Frozen director would make me like it more. Which surprise: It did not. I mean, for one that interview where they said he said so, he stated: “So in my little head, Anna and Elsa’s brother is Tarzan – but on the other side of that island are surfing penguins, to tie in a non-Disney movie, ‘Surf’s Up.’ That’s my fun little world.”
So like… that’s not a confirmation tho. That’s a HEADCANON. And yes, even creators can have headcanons that don’t fit into canon heck I have them all the time just for flights of fancy on my own work. Least of all what annoyed me was that Tarzan’s parents and the Frozen parents don’t really look alike the more I scrutinize it. Not to mention they’re canon from England??? And the royal couple is not??? I can’t remember if they have British Accents in the movie but I’d dismiss that cuz everyone always defaults to British for rich people/royalty in English speaking media. Their hair colors are different? Sure you can argue that their faces sort of look alike but…. Disney generic faces??? So I’d dismiss that too.
Not to mention the timelines don’t hold up? Frozen takes place according to the artbook in the 1830s-40s and Tarzan takes place in the 1890s. That’s like a 50 year difference unless Tarzan aged extremely well that jungle sure must have some fountain of youth. But there are other indicators like… TECHNOLOGY! That is not yet available by the time Anna and Elsa are adults (or when Tangled takes place also cuz we know for sure Frozen and Tangled take place at the same time). Jane arrives on a fucking steamship that’s bigger than the royal ship for fuck’s sake. Another thing is that the King and Queen’s trip was only supposed to take 2 weeks. But Tarzan was born ON THE SHIP, so she’d have to be heavily pregnant when she boarded that ship which she clearly wasn’t and if she was I actually doubt they’d let her sail on it. Either that or their 2 week trip somehow turned into 9+ months. SO. MANY. HOLES. Like, it just annoys me to no end that this movie is trying to shove itself in every Disney place it can.
Like I know I know… Yume you’re taking this way too seriously. It’s all for fun. And sure if you like this theory than sure but like… the people who made this theory sure thought seriously about it. Why can’t I?
In conclusion no, I do not like Frozen any better now, and fuck this theory.
P.S. Surf’s Up takes place in modern times with reality TV Mr. Director, please stahp. The only way I will accept Surf’s Up into cartoon canon is if Chicken Bob is a descendant of HeiHei.
Requests: 1. Hi, could I request a young Sirius black imagine where it’s like legit just not the reader and Sirius week? Basically, the two are just horny all week but every time they get intimate someone walks in and ruins it throughout the week. I loveeeee your blog sooo much. Much love ❤️ 2. a fic with Sirius and pet names bc I 100% feel like Sirius would call his s/o baby girl and love.. so could you do something where he’s always calling her everything other than her name and reader is like why do you call me that… idk shitty plot I just randomly came up but feel free to do something completely different but Sirius black would definitely call his girlfriend babe, baby, baby girl, love. thanks dude Warnings: My English, swearing and smutty(yes, yes I’m a sinner, let’s sin together). Also… listen to this Gifs(and pic) aren’t mine/ Credits to their original owners. ( Masterlist
The week had started rather great. You had woken up in your boyfriend’s arms. Even though you wanted something better than breakfast, you knew that you had to get of bed and go back to your room in order to change. You gave a silent promise to yourself that you would resume those thoughts later. However, reality had a different plan. It had begun really subtly that you couldn’t have guessed where it would’ve ended. “Hello, bonbon”. You wanted to laugh at the ridiculous nickname Sirius had given you, but you suppressed the urge and smiled instead, pecking his lips. “Please, guys. It’s breakfast” James teased you pretending to throw up. You just rolled your eyes and sat down next to Sirius. The guys got engaged in a Quidditch-related conversation. You, however, couldn’t keep your hands to yourself. Biting your lip, you reached for your coffee with your left hand while you slipped your right hand to Sirius’s thighs. Simply resting near his knee. It was something that you did most of the time, so it wasn’t really provocative. Seemingly unconsciously, your hand was slowly making its way up while you started talking with Lily and Mary about Alice’s date with Frank. You felt him stiffening a bit. With the corner of your eye, you saw him raising a questioning eyebrow. You pretended that you had no idea he was looking at you waiting for an answer. When your hand was close to where you wanted it to be, you removed it abruptly, brushing your fingers over his forming bulge. He grabbed your wrist, making you turn to face him. You looked at him all too innocent and batted your eyelashes couple of times, while your eyes were wide and confused. Yeah, right. “What are you doing, doll?” he whispered into your ear quite raspy, letting go of your hand. You furrowed your eyebrows bewildered. What could he possibly mean? It’s not like you wanted to turn him on… “What am I doing, honey?” you asked feigning ignorance. You purposely pressed your palm against his- oh, he was hard already you thought, mentally smirking. You sent him a wink and got up quickly. “Guys, I forgot my textbook in your room yesterday. I’ll go get it; catch up with you later” you said abashed and walked out of the Great Hall, almost running.
Five minutes later, you were pinned down to his bed with him, hovering above you, his lips leaving bruises on your neck and his hands trying to remove your shirt. You had wrapped your legs around his body and you were already roaming his -now- naked torso with your hands. You were going to miss your first class but you really, really didn’t care. Again, reality had a different plan. “OH MY MERLIN, GUYS!”. An outraged Remus had walked in on you. You instantly broke apart. You tried to pull yourself together while Sirius was buttoning up his shirt. “Just… get yourselves to class” Remus said scoffing. Great.
You hadn’t been given the chance to finish what you had started last night. That was why you had woken up with an unpleasant feeling building up between your legs. You had dragged yourself- okay, Lily had dragged your arse- all the way to the Great Hall for breakfast but you couldn’t focus on anything else. “Kitten” someone whispered to you. If you hadn’t dreamt about his voice so many times, maybe you wouldn’t have known who it was. “Why do you call me that? All the… pet names?” you asked him, voice lowering when you said a certain word. He just smirked and leaned down to your lips. But that little shit never kissed you. He just stayed there, smirking like Casanova, ghosting your mouth and then… gone. He knew exactly what to do to make you want more. But so did you. All the way to Potions, you were swaying your hips a bit more, just a tad really. You were playing with a strand, swirling it around your index finger and batting your eyelashes couple of times more than it was necessary. Little things that you knew would drive him crazy. When you reached Slughorn’s classroom- the dungeon, really- you quickly sat down next to James and not Sirius. You just winked at your boyfriend, leaving them both puzzled. Sirius took a seat across the classroom, next to Lily. If he thought that he would win the jealousy game, he thought wrong. “To what do I owe the pleasure of your company?” James teased you, wiggling his eyebrows. You leaned closer, your lips almost touching his, right before you moved your mouth near his ear, whispering your newly concocted plan. You were sure he would anything to gain Lily’s attention-and jealousy if possible.You knew that Lily liked him but she would never make a move on her own. So, she needed a gentle push. And you were about to kill two birds with one stone. You two were sitting way too close to each other and touching as much as possible. He had his arm wrapped around your waist and you were resting your head on his shoulder. You could see how jealous Lily was when James called you candy. You could also see Sirius fuming and you loved it because you knew how that rage would be interpreted once you two were alone.
It was safe to say that your predictions turned out to be extremely precise. You were trapped between his hands in just your lingerie, your arms pinned above you, tied together with his tie. “Flirting with my best mate, sugar?” he husked. You wanted to touch him, so you made an attempt to lower your hands but he just pinned them above your head and against the wall again. “Not so fast baby girl. Not so fast” he reprimanded you, his lips ghosting over yours. He kissed you feverishly as he grabbed your thighs, wrapping your legs around him as he pressed you harder against the wall. He slowly guided your legs all the way up to his shoulders. Your breath was shallow. He was about to go down on you when- “I GOT A DATE-OH SWEET LORD”. You blushed madly and left frustrated. “James Fleamont Potter, you are a dead man” you hissed at him once Sirius had placed you down to the ground and undone his tie. He just smirked at the sight of you in just lacy underwears. “Prongs!”.
It was so damn frustrating. Three days now you were horny and needy and so turned on all the time. Also, three days now you got interrupted every time you two were intimate. Remus, James and today was Peter’s turn. You should have known. You had confessed that the pet names he was giving you had done exactly what he wanted. While you were eating lunch. So, naturally, he was done being discrete because he was living the same hell as you. He just grabbed you and dragged you all the way to his room, without giving a flying fuck about the weird glances people were giving you. This time he was the one in need. You closed the door behind you and placed your hands on his torso, pushing him backwards, forcing him to sit down on the edge of his bed. You smiled at him sultrily and straddled him, capturing his lips at the same time as your hands made their way to the zipper of his pants. He groaned as you palmed him through his underwear. His mouth was on your neck, biting your sensitive skin. You stood up. You knew how much he got turned on by what was about to follow. You pushed his underwear down along with his pants. He had already removed his shirt. You decided to prolong his satisfaction a bit. You slowly undid your shirt, slightly pushing it off of your body. You stepped out of your skirt in an extremely teasing way. ”Merlin, baby” he said breathlessly. You smirked. ”Wrong name… daddy” you husked, knowing exactly what you were doing. You fell on your knees in front of him. You saw his cock twitching at the mere sight of you. You lowered your head, caressing his thighs and took him in your mouth. Well, almost. A faint cough was heard and you simply froze. You looked at your boyfriend who was in a very hard place. Literally. “I was-I just. I’m gonna go” Peter stuttered, blushing uncontrollably before he left. Another ruined day.
You would explode. You could really explode. You were constantly horny and soaking wet. Something he knew because he was constantly horny and hard. You knew that he would never hear the end of it. His friends made sure of that. They were teasing you all day long. A dirty joke, a suggestive comment, a desperate sound. It didn’t matter. You were on the edge. All week long. Every single of his touches left you panting. Even his hand on yours. Hell, even his voice, his eyes, his lips. God, you needed him. Unfortunately, you had to study. You had an essay due tomorrow and you weren’t about to start failing classes because you wanted sex. Craved, more accurately. But still. You had your priorities straightened. Or so you thought. You were in your room, sitting on your bed, writing that damn essay while reading more information as you went on. Lily walked in, a happy smile plastered on her face. Oh, right. The date. “How did it go?” you asked her, not being able to concentrate anymore. “It was… nice” she said but her grin was saying much more. She sat down, next to you. Before she could continue the door opened, revealing two annoyed boys, one lovestrucked and one… in the same state with you. “Hiii” James greeted like in a haze. He was grinning like a mad man. Lily blushed. You rolled your eyes at them. “Dinner anyone?” you suggested. You were getting wild thought again and gave a very pointed look at Sirius, signaling him to wait. Everyone nodded in agreement and made their way outside. “Aren’t you coming?” Lily questioned you puzzled. You were. In more ways than one. “I need to finish off with the essay. It’s just a line more. I’ll be right there” you said confidently. “I’ll wait here, Lily. You know… to make sure she will come” Sirius said. You felt your heat dripping. Lily, not knowing what was the true meaning behind his words, smiled and nodded before she left you alone. You just waited for a while. He didn’t make a move. Great. You started working on your essay again but before you could realize what was happening, your essay was nowhere to be found, you were laying on the bed and he was gripping your ass. This time it was rougher. He kissed you hungrily and moved his hands to the hem of your panties. Not caring about the rest of your clothes, you slightly lifted your ass giving him permission to remove them. And he did. “You are dripping, angel” he stuttered. You had to breathe slowly and carefully, otherwise, you would cum only by his remarks. He dived in. His tongue was like this heaven-sent blessing. You head fell back and your hands flew to his hair. He loved it when you were gently (or not) pulling his hair. “You said one lin- OH MY EYES!”. Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck. Really? For the love of God! Now Lily had walked in on you. You felt the urge to scream. “GET OUT” you hissed at her and she did. But your mood wasn’t the same. You needed the release but you were pissed and that was never a good combination. Without a word, you simply got cleaned up and dressed, sending Sirus an apologizing glance, and got out.
You had had enough! You couldn’t keep it to yourself anymore. You walked into his room. More like, staggered in. No one. Fuck. And then you heard it. Water. Someone was taking a shower. You prayed to Merlin, to cosmos, to karma, to be Sirius. You slowly opened the door and crept inside. “Baby?” you questioned, hoping that he would answer and not one of the other guys. “Ninja? Is that you?”. He was in the shower, behind the curtain. You really, really wanted to rip that thing open. “No more Wonder Woman?” you teased. It was just your thing. Pet naming. They turned you on. Both of you. Not that you needed them right now. He let out a laugh but something seemed off. “Is everything alright, love?”. You were genuinely worried. You could see his silhouette. Oh, Lord. That ass. You bit down your lip to stop yourself from groaning. “Um.. to be honest, I wanted to take care of something” he said truthfully yet uneased. You had to contain yourself in order not to lose it. You closed your eyes momentarily and opened them again. You stripped off of your clothes and simply opened up the curtain, revealing a sinful sight.. You were hosting a party in Hell and you were gonna love it. You stepped inside, getting wet-and not just by the water. You cupped his face and kissed him. As if on cue, three figures walked in on you. AGAIN. Their eyes went wide. But you didn’t stop devouring him. You wouldn’t. “It’s called voyeurism” you said between your kisses, extremely nonchalant. “We are not stopping. So either get out or enjoy the show” Sirius added and he placed his mouth on your neck, his hands roaming your naked body. At this point, you coudln’t care less if they saw you. They had seen you in many compromising positions all week long. You threw back your head and a loud moan escaped your mouth. He groaned, stiffening slightly at how hard he got. His body pressed against your felt like heaven-or hell. Can you bless me? you thought. Like you would kneel in front of him. You weren’t about to stop. And they got it.