Maybe some time around the age of 16 Remus’s transformations stop leaving him weak and hollow
In fact, they start to have the opposite effect
Not that Remus notices; as usual his brilliant mind is always quietly occupied
But Sirius notices
Merlin Sirius notices
It starts with his shoulders, he can’t help but eye the way they sit a little broader when Remus stands up straight
Then it’s his forearms, Sirius can see the tendons stand out a little when Remus lies on the sofa and holds his book above his head.
After the next full moon, it’s his biceps - they start pushing against his shirt when he leans over his potions essay, and Sirius’s mouth all but drops to the floor
Suddenly it’s hard to be around Remus, literally, without feeling a tightness growing in his trousers
The boys sit opposite each other in the library for hours, an endless pile of homework and exam prep leaving them caught in a dizzying cycle of work, eat, sleep
They all need some relief, but fuck Sirius needs a very specific kind of relief
Exams are so close, and he has to focus, but just a look at Remus could flick a switch in his body
Even his hands, somehow his hands look bigger, stronger
Sirius starts biting down hard on his lip each time his eyes drift to his boyfriend in class, or the library, or the common room (okay, just about everywhere)
But after half a day his bottom lip becomes red and puffy
Instead Sirius finds himself disappearing to the toilets to splash cold water on his face more often than he’d like to admit
When Remus’s arm winds protectively around him as they walk down a busy corridor, he has to bite back a whine
And when Remus strolls out of the shower one morning, a towel slung low around his hips, Sirius just sits and stares
Because his chest, Christ his chest has transformed
And it was all Sirius could do not to go over there and beg Remus to deal with his painfully hard arousal, right there in front of James and Peter
And when Remus caught him, eyes roving greedily across his bare skin and freshly tousled hair, he just stared right back and winked
Sirius rolled over in bed and bit down so hard on his pillow he could have torn it apart
This day was particularly torturous, and it didn’t help that the summer heat had Remus loosening the top few buttons of his shirt
Or that, in transfiguration, his hand had been resting high on Sirius’s thigh the whole time Frank was explaining petrification.
Or that, as they walked to the library, Remus slid Sirius’s bag from his shoulder and slung it easily across his own, winding an arm around his waist
By time they sat down Sirius was almost at breaking point, his frustration had his heart beating overtime and his head cloudy
He cast his eyes down, trying desperately to ignore his boyfriend’s newly broadened shoulders, or his tight, hard chest
Or the way his arms looked when he stretched out like that, fuck
Sirius’s chair scraped loudly against the floor as he stood up, muttering half an excuse about the bathroom
He didn’t feel connected to his feet as they carried him through the library, eyebrows furrowed and head fuzzy
He didn’t notice Remus until his fingers were locked around his wrists, and his whole body tugged sideways
Sirius’s soft moan of surprise was muffled by Remus’s lips, which collided with his before he could even gather his surroundings
Remus’s hand travelled to Sirius’s neck, his thumb pressing gently into the soft skin, while his other grasped at his hips
Sirius thought his legs would give way at any moment
Just as abruptly as it began, Remus drew away, focusing his burning eyes on Sirius
“You keep disappearing.” He murmured “And you won’t look at me.”
He pressed a thumb to Sirius’s puffy bottom lip “You’re not telling me something Sirius.”
Again, Remus’s hand slid back to Sirius’s neck, a gentle pressure aiding the fuzzy euphoria Sirius felt at his touch
“Tell me.” He growled.
When his face blurred back into view, an almost delirious Sirius saw Remus’s expression harden
“I can take it.” He said, lowly
Sirius frowned, still breathless, resisting the urge to buck his hips into Remus’s warm, gorgeous body
“It’s you.” He murmured, looking down
Suddenly, inexplicably, he felt ashamed
“You’ve changed and I can’t - I can’t cope. It’s not that I didn’t like you before, I love you whatever you - what ever you look like - and you were always gorgeous, but now you’re just, you’re just kind of perfect and it’s just” Remus’s proximity making Sirius almost incoherent.
“…it’s just your shoulders got bigger, and your arms, and I can’t stop, I can’t focus and I know you just want to work and there’s no time for it so I was trying not to bother you but fuck Remus.”
“What?” Remus’s hand tilted Sirius’s chin up, forcing him to meet his confused gaze.
Sirius shuttered under his boyfriend’s newly bulky frame
“You’re not…” Remus frowned. “I thought you liked someone else.”
Sirius nearly choked. “What?” He spluttered.
“Remus” He snapped, taking control and pushing himself closer to the boy. “I can’t focus on anything but you. I can’t study, I can’t sleep, I can’t look at you in class without…” Sirius groaned and pushed his hips against Remus, using his hard arousal to illustrate his point.
Sirius pressed frantic kisses into to the soft skin on Remus’s neck. “And when you came out of the shower today…”
Sirius’s sentence ended in a gasp as his back hit a smooth, cool wall. Remus’s warm mouth was at his neck, his hands pressing down his sides, their bodies flush against each other
“Why didn’t you tell me?” Remus growled. “Why didn’t you let me help you?”
Sirius only moaned in response as Remus’s thigh found its way between his legs, pressing teasingly against him
“Sirius.” Remus growled again. “Why?”
“You were…busy.” Sirius groaned, feeling Remus grip his chin.
“Look at me.” Remus ordered, his eyes burning. “I am never too busy for you, Sirius Black.”
Sirius looked at his boyfriend, panting. His hips bucked into Remus, and he tried to connect their lips again, but he felt a strong hand push him back, denying him.
“Now, say it back to me.” Ordered Remus. “I’m never too busy to fuck you, say it back.”
Sirius shuttered, Remus telling him what to do was just, fuck.
“You’re never too busy to fuck me.” Sirius’s need was turning his voice into a desperate whine, but Remus didn’t move.
His eyes burned into Sirius’s, and his voice was low and threatening. “Next time you need me, you’re going to tell me, okay? You’re going to say: ‘Remus, I need you to fuck me now.’ And I’m then going to fuck you, okay?”
Sirius’s eyes almost rolled upwards, his whole body was trembling.
“Remus,” Sirius managed to whisper, somewhat calmly. “I need you to fuck me now.”
Sirius shuttered as he felt Remus grip the back of his thighs, easily lifting Sirius up and pressing him against the wall, his legs now hooked around his waist.
Request: HEY COULD YOU DO LIKE A REALLY FLUFFY PETER PARKER IMAGINE WHERE, THEIR IN A CAR MAKING OUT AND STUFF, AND PETER TRIES TO BE SMOOTH, BUT HITS HIS HEAD AND IS REALLY CLUMSY TRYING TO TAKE THINGS FURTHER. BASED OFF THIS PROMPT LIST I SAW “CAR SEX LOOKS WAY EASIER IN THE MOVIES” IF THAT MAKES ANY SENSE LOLOLOL
Warnings: Mention of sex, sexual themes, swear words
Word Count: 845
A/N: I legit forgot I took this request sorry for the delay!!
Peter was woken up from his thoughts, hearing someone knocking on his car’s window. He turned his head and saw Y/N, freezing from the cold outside. He quickly unlocked the doors and let her in.
“Peter, what the hell, I’ve knocked for like a million times, did you want me to freeze to death or something?” Y/N wasn’t mad at all but was really shocked by the cold weather. Peter mumbled: “Shit…Y/N, I’m so sorry babe, are you okay?”
He took Y/N’s hands in his to warm her up. Y/N could see how concerned he was, therefore, she smiled to show him she was fine. However, Y/N was also thinking about turning this horrendous event into something both beneficial to her and Peter: “Wanna warm me up?” she asked with an innocent smug on her face.
Peter didn’t really get what was going on until Y/N started to get closer to him inch by inch until their noses were brushing each other. Peter whispered: “Oh… I see,” and closed his eyes. He placed one hand on Y/N’s face and the other on her waist, slowly but passionately kissing her. This was the first time they were making out in a car, meaning both of them were more than thrilled by the situation and neither of them had any experience at all. Y/N tried to get closer to him because the position they were in was no longer comfortable. She held his shoulder with one of her hands and tried to get onto his lap while still kissing him. However, it was impossible for Y/N to fit between the steering wheel and Peter, therefore she gave up. Peter noticed Y/N’s failed attempt and he felt the urge to make fun of her in the middle of their hot and passionate making out session. “Next time I could try to get on your lap what do you say?” he smiled into the kiss earning a groan from Y/N: “Next time shut up when we are both turned on what do you say?”
Peter took his hands off Y/N to adjust his seat so that Y/N could sit on his lap. Y/N started to kiss down his neck, leaving little bruises for the next day which would probably not be covered by Peter as he sucks at covering hickeys. Peter was trying too hard not to moan at Y/N’s sudden licks and bites on his neck but he gave up when he couldn’t concentrate on finding the device which adjusts the seat: “Babe…If-if you keep on doing that I won’t be able to have you on my lap…” Y/N didn’t seem to care but she let out a quiet huff on Peter’s neck, sending shivers down his spine. “That didn’t really help at all,” he mumbled.
When Peter finally managed to make space for Y/N, she quickly hopped on his lap, surprising both of them because no one was hurt at all. “Now the fun begins,” Y/N giggled, crushing her lips onto Peter’s once again. They both moaned loudly, the make-out session was getting rougher each second until Peter decided to start kissing down from Y/N’s neck to her breasts. Y/N was thrilled by the sudden action but when she threw her head to the back abruptly, she hit her head: “Ow!!”
For a second Peter wasn’t bothered by Y/N’s loud gasp, thinking she was making it out of pleasure. “Peter?!” Y/N shouted and he looked up at her. “Oh my god, what happened?!” It was obvious that Peter was struggling to hold his laughs back. “What do you think?”
“I turned you on so much that it gave you a headache?” Peter looked up at Y/N innocently, failing miserably to hide his smirk. “Stop the witty banter Parker!” Y/N wasn’t actually mad but her headache was making her cranky. “I’m sorry babe, let me see…” Peter tilted his head up and Y/N moved her head down for Peter to see the bruise. It didn’t matter because it was already dark outside, therefore, Peter couldn’t see anything. He gently kissed her forehead and whispered: “Is it healed?” Y/N smiled weakly, staring into his eyes: “It did,” and slowly started to kiss him again. In between the kisses, Y/N whispered: “Peter it’s getting cold in here could you turn the A/C on?” Peter turned the car on and they went back to where they left for the fourth time.
The things were getting rougher again. Y/N started to grind on Peter, making him moan. Peter roamed his hands under her shirt while sucking on her neck. Y/N couldn’t bear the teasing anymore, she moaned: “Just take it off, Peter.”
“As you wish.” Peter tried to take her shirt off smoothly and surprisingly, succeeded. But he wasn’t that lucky when it came to her bra. “I swear to god it is impossible to unclasp-“ Peter was cut off with the sudden noise of his car horn.
They both screamed and Y/N started to laugh. However, Peter was unamused. “For god’s sake, car sex looks way easier in the movies!”
A/N: 6k Celebration and One Year Fic-i-verary Celebration Fic EIGHTEEN. The line requested was, “I get all tingly when you take control like that.” was requested by @50shadesofsubtext It will be highlighted in the fic. I am also including a gif submission from @faegal04 It was too good to pass up. It’s also loosely based on the song Addicted by Kelly Clarkson.
The trick to “large” spikes is figuring out how to defy gravity. With that in mind, you have two options for holding up those big, spiky chunks of hair:
1) Use an understructure as your inner support. For instance, styrofoam, stiffened felt, or even wire.
2) Support the spike using teasing and/or large quantities of hair.
For this tutorial we’ll be going down route number 2, which does not require any additional structure materials. When spiking a wig this way, I will always do two things: first, I will weft in extra hair. Second, I will always tease the base of the spike, if not the entire thing.
“Why the extra hair?”
Spiking a thin wig or even an average-thickness wig is no fun. When you pinch the fiber into a spike you’re compressing that shape down, and if you do not start with a large amount of hair you’re going to be left with thin, sad spikes. In addition, lots of hair means lots of volume - double-wefting a wig or just adding extra wefts gives the hair a chance to push against itself, to the point where your spikes may even begin to stand up with no teasing at all.
“Why the teasing?”
Teasing serves two purposes. First, it creates even more volume when you kink your fiber, giving us thicker-looking spikes and forcing the hair to stand up naturally. Second, it physically locks the hair together, especially at the base of the wig. This means that your spike will last far longer than if you’d just used glue.
Harry to James while Ginny is in earshot: You know, even though we've been married for years sometimes I still catch myself staring at your mum. Staring and wondering how on earth she landed a guy like me. It's astounding really. Solid effort on her part. Amazing woman.