Hello hello chappies. Plagiarism of Tumblr work has recently become a lot more out in the open after countless Wattpad books have directly copied and pasted works over but as well as that; Tumblr writers taking ‘heavy inspiration’ from fellow writers.
Several writers and I have come together to create some general guidelines to outline what’s plagiarism, what is okay to use without credit and when you do and don’t need to give credit. Thank you in particular to @teawiththeweasleys for making my angry rants coherent ❤️
1. The Use of Tropes/Concepts/AUs
❗️THESE DO NOT HAVE TO BE GIVEN CREDIT FOR ❗️
No trope or au or concept is ever really going to be original. There are millions of examples of the same tropes, concepts and alternate universes used in every fandom. I’ve written a couple of ceo/mob au’s and I will never ask anyone to give credit for those nor will I ever have to give credit for the CONCEPT.
No one has copyright or ownership over tropes, concepts or alternate universes and it is unfair to expect others to credit over these.
They are free to use for everyone and merely provide a prompt or a very small outline to create a piece of unique writing around.
❗️THE CONCEPT IS VERY DIFFERENT FROM THE PLOT ❗️
A concept is a prompt (as stated above, such as a trope, an au or a concept), some examples of this are as follows:
Any type of alternate universe (ex. Coffee shop, college, everyone is friends etc).
Any type of trope (ex. Only one bed, enemies to lovers, fake dating etc)
Any type of concept (ex. Perspective of another character, a story told through different means (ex. Letters, memories etc.))
A plot is personal to the writer and should NOT be copied. This involves things such as the intricacies of a story, some examples of this are as follows:
Key dialog points that are important to the plotline and story.
Key events and specific interactions that happen within the story.
The way the story begins and ends.
Incentives and motivations for characters and events to interact/take place.
Things that specifically happen to the characters.
Events that are involved in the story.
LEARN THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN A CONCEPT AND PLOT LINE.
2. Inspiration
This depends on how heavily inspired you are by something. Below are some examples on when you need to give credit and what you don’t need to give credit for.
Examples of inspiration that do NOT need to be credited:
Use of a trope
Use of a concept
Use of an alternate universe
Use of a character
A story set during a specific part of the book/movie timeline
Examples of inspiration that DO need to be credited:
A specific dialog prompt that someone else created and released to be used by other writers
When you have written something loosely based off a blurb/imagine/drabble that someone else wrote
When you have written something that is inspired by someone else’s idea (but is not written the same way)
3. PLAGIARISM
The one we’ve all been waiting for.
This is when someone has literally COPIED someone else’s work. Which was the case yesterday.
Examples of plagiarism:
A fully copied piece of work.
Full scenes, sentences, multiple dialog pieces etc have been copied.
The scenes and dialog are not the same but have such a heavy parallel between them that it’s clear it was taken from the original piece of writing.
A copied piece of work that has a changed POV (for example, rewritten in first person).
A piece of work that has been copied either word for word but the characters have been changed (use of different characters in the fandom/use of an original character etc).
A piece of work with a copied plot line (same as above) but the characters have been changed
If you really are unsure about the similarities of your writing next to an existing piece written by someone else, ask a couple of your mutuals to read the original work and compare it to your own.
Most writers will try to sort this out behind the scenes however when someone is unresponsive, unwilling to take responsibility or politely discuss the issue with the original creator, that’s when people will make the issue publicly known.
Tagging some moots below, no pressure to reblog but I thought this might be useful in light of recent events ❤️ any questions, let me know x
Ask for a sirius request and you shall receive. I've been thinking about this idea for a while (and your writing is perfect for it ily) but how about a ravenclaw reader who is friends with james or remus and they introduce them? The one in my head was remus going to her dorm for a sleepover and bringing sirius and just being like "isn't she neat :)" and sirius immediately falling in love 🥺 no pressure if you dont vibe with it 🥰 ily bunches
i went to ravenclaw tower and all i got was this lousy stained shirt
pairing: sirius/reader
word count: 3.9k
summary: james and remus play matchmaker for you and sirius
content: ravenclaw!reader, fluff, it gets awkward (some of this was hard to write... 😭😭), dialogue heavy, you and sirius are very back-and-forth-y and witty (you’ll see what i mean), i know the title is long but i thought it was funny and i can do what i want
this was such a fun request!! i hope you don’t mind i took some liberties because i just immediately imagined remus and james secretly trying to match the two of you up for a while!! also i turned the sleepover into a party at ravenclaw tower!! (also also i came up with some cute ravenclaw girl ocs just for this, they were supposed to be minor but ended up having their own sideplots because i get carried away with everything. but they were fun to write! i gave them backstories and everything so if anyone wants to know more about them just ask :)
warning: mentions of alcohol!!
“You should meet Sirius.”
“Black?”
“Oh, I’m sorry, do you know another Sirius?”
You stick your tongue out at him and Remus smiles.
“What is it with Sirius, huh?” you tell him, adding a few drops of rain water into the potion before handing Remus the spoon to stir. He takes it and immediately gets to work.
“You and James,” you continue, idly counting Remus’s counterclockwise stirs in your head. “Not a day goes by where you don’t tell me I have to meet Sirius.”
In truth, you’d seen Sirius a few times. And he’d seen you, but neither one of you had actually spoken more than a few words to the other. Especially not since sixth year. Sirius had dropped Potions and Astronomy as quick as he could - the only two classes you’d had left with him. And seeing as you were in different Houses, bumping into each other in the common room was off the table as well.
But you had Potions with Remus and Astronomy with James, and whenever they could, they would always mention how you just had to meet Sirius. You sometimes wondered if Sirius was always being told he had to meet you.
“I just think you’d get along,” Remus shrugs, halting his stirring before you can even tell him to do so.
You both work in tandem for a bit after that, dropping ingredients into your potion and stirring when needed. You liked partnering up with Remus for this exact reason. You’d both fall into a comfortable silence and develop a good rhythm - you just flowed well together.
Once the potion is nearly finished, Remus speaks up.
“What about tonight? Isn’t there a party at Ravenclaw?”
“Robin says not to call it a party.”
“Well, that’s what it is.”
“Yeah, but we can’t call it that. At least not out loud,” you insist, not wanting your dorm mate’s wrath to come back later and haunt you. “It’s a quiet get-together,” you correct him.
Remus scoffs, knowing damn well that Ravenclaw parties are anything but. “That, then. You can meet him there.”
You raise an eyebrow in complete disbelief. “You’re gonna get Sirius Black to come to a Ravenclaw party?”
“What happened to quiet get-together?”
Damn it.
You quickly spare a glance at Robin, but she’s all the way across the room, scolding her partner for something he did to their potion.
“Good luck with that,” you continue, pretending to ignore his quip.
“We’ll convince him!” Remus assures you, as if it’s the least of his worries.
“Okayyy...” you sing, entirely unconvinced.
You’ve never seen Sirius Black at a non-Gryffindor party. He has way too much House pride to ever be caught partying in another common room. You’re almost positive you’ve seen him root for Gryffindor at Quidditch matches even when the team isn’t playing.
“Okay? So you’ll meet him?” Remus presses.
You laugh. “Okay! I guess!” you tell him, resigned. “But you and James have been hyping him up for a while, so don’t be surprised if he doesn’t live up to my expectations and I end up hating him.” You shrug a shoulder as you turn down the fire under the cauldron.
Remus just grins. “I guess you’ll have to wait and see.”
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.
Despite your nonchalant attitude with Remus earlier today, you actually find yourself feeling a bit nervous.
“Hey, do you guys know Sirius?” you ask over your shoulder as you straighten your outfit in the mirror. “Black?” you add quickly.
“Did you just ask us if we know Sirius Black?” A shrill voice cuts through the air and you know immediately that it’s Robin.
You groan, “I know, I know, everyone knows-”
“Everyone knows him,” Robin talks over you, and then sprays a copious amount of hairspray into her already voluminous blonde locks.
You move out of her way so she can use the mirror and she gratefully takes the opportunity, stepping in front of you to fluff up her roots.
“Yeah, how do you not know him?” Bea calls from the bathroom, where April is helping her into her dress.
“I mean, I know him,” you say, flopping down on your bed. “But I don’t actually know him. You know?”
“He was April’s first kiss!” Bea taunts. She makes several kissy noises and then you hear her say ‘ow!’
“You’ve got to stop bringing that up,” you hear April scold, “It was second year!”
Bea giggles and then skips out of the bathroom, April trailing closely behind.
Bea has on a stunning yellow sundress with long, belled sleeves - going all out, as usual. The color compliments her dark skin beautifully, but you know she’s really only wearing it to lure in that Hufflepuff boy she’s had her eye on.
April has still yet to get dressed, always waiting until the very last minute, but her straight black hair has been flawlessly curled - presumably Robin’s work.
“So what is it? Why do you wanna know about Black?” April asks politely, leaning against your bedpost as Bea sits on her trunk to slip on her shoes.
“James and Remus... They’re gonna get him to come here.”
Bea nearly drops her shoe, and Robin spins around to face you.
“Here?” The two say at the same time.
“Is he really?” April asks mildly, voice much gentler than the other two.
You shrug and nod your head at the same time, giving them an uncertain look. “I think so? Maybe? If they can convince him.”
There’s a beat of silence and then the hissing sound of Robin’s can of hairspray fills the air once more as she frantically tries to get her hair to cooperate. At the very same time, Bea starts to rummage around her wardrobe, muttering to herself about how ‘I think I have a red dress in here somewhere...’
It’s clear they’re both doubling their efforts, hoping to catch Sirius’s eye.
You laugh a bit and then turn to look at April, whose eyes are stuck on Robin’s reflection. She has a solemn expression on her face, but quickly snaps out of her trance when she notices you watching her.
“So,” she starts, putting on a small smile, “You’ve really never met Sirius Black?” she asks, sitting down beside you and crossing her legs beneath her.
“No, but I hear you have,” you tease, and she rolls her eyes.
“Yes, the first and only boy I’ve ever kissed.” She rolls her eyes.
You hear Robin fumble with her can of hairspray but think nothing of it.
April continues, “Anyway, that was second year,” she waves it off. “I do have muggle studies with him.”
“What’s he like?” you find yourself asking.
April shrugs a shoulder. “He’s nice, I suppose. Funny. Asks the professor a lot of questions about motorbikes.”
You tilt your head. “Motorbikes? Why?”
“Who knows. I think you two would get along, though.”
“Why’s that?”
April observes you for a few beats and then laughs a bit. You expect her to say something more but she just gives you a slight nudge with her elbow and then walks off, most likely to go get dressed.
Well that was pointless. You didn’t really learn anything useful. But then again, you’re not sure what you expected out of a conversation with April, who tends to keep her talking to a minimum (She claims it makes her more mysterious) (And she’s right, too).
Oh well. Perhaps you could find a way to strike up a casual conversation about motorbikes with Sirius.
Yeah, right.
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It’s a few hours into the party when the door opens up, letting in James and Remus. Trailing behind them, looking unnecessarily wary, is Sirius Black. He traipses around as if at any moment something in the common room is going to jump out and bite him, and you struggle to stifle a laugh.
You quickly wander off before any of them can spot you, fleeing towards where the drinks are. You figure that when they find you, you may as well be doing something instead of just lamely standing around. So you pick up the ladle and start to refill your cup.
April had transfigured her cauldron into one made of glass, and Robin had used it to concoct her famous sickly sweet, lavender colored drink that she’d aptly named ‘Robin’s Brew’. It was made up of a mixture of muggle and wizard liquors, as well as a myriad of different fruit juices. The taste itself was actually semi disgusting, but you get used to it after the initial few sips.
You ladle some more of the drink into your cup and then spin on your heel, ready to resume the search for your friends.
That is, until you crash face first against a broad chest, effectively spilling ‘Robin’s Brew’ all over whoever you just bumped into.
“Oh my gosh!” you blurt out, setting the now empty cup down. “I am so sorry, I-” Your words catch in your throat when you finally look up to see the person’s face.
So much for a good first impression.
Sirius waves you off, looking down at his now purple stained white shirt. “Don’t worry ab-” he stops in the middle of the word as he raises his gaze to look at you.
His lips are still slightly parted as if his voice had simply escaped him mid-sentence, and his expression is stunned and mesmerized all at once.
“I, um...” he tries again, but it’s as if he’s been put in some kind of trance just by looking at you.
“Oh, great! You’ve met!” A cheery voice cuts through the tension, and you both turn your head to find James beaming at the two of you.
Trailing behind James is Remus, who takes in the state of the two of you and grimaces.
“Met?” Sirius voices as he looks at James, sounding a bit dazed.
“Yeah, remember? Y/N!” James reminds him. “She’s great, right?” he grins, and you cringe.
“Oh, this is...?” Sirius slowly turns his head to look at you again. “Hey...” he says faux-smoothly, as if attempting to salvage your very first meeting.
“Hey...” you say back a bit awkwardly. “Um... Look, there’s towels in my dorm, we can all go?” you suggest, looking to the others for approval.
“Why don’t you two go?” Remus proposes instead, and you shoot him an alarmed look.
“Yeah!” James nearly shouts, looking at Remus as if he’s a genius. “Yeah, you’ll find us later!” he’s quick to agree, and they both start to walk away.
You let out a nervous laugh. “Oh, I don’t know if-” you start, not sure if comfortable enough to be alone with a man you just met after spilling your drink on him.
But Remus and James don’t wanna hear it.
“Alright! See you later!” James throws a finger gun at you as he walks backwards and then spins on his heel.
“But I-”
“Bye!” Remus calls, and then they both disappear into a small crowd of people.
You turn to face Sirius, whose shirt is still dripping and who’s watching you with rapt intrigue. He turns away the moment your eyes meet, clearing his throat awkwardly.
Soon enough you’re leading Sirius down the corridor that leads to your dormitory, trying desperately to remember whether or not you’d tidied up your area of the room.
The door swings open just as you arrive at it, and from out of it come April and Robin who seem to be having a serious looking discussion. They quickly stop talking as soon as they spot the two of you, and April is quick to storm off, leaving Robin behind.
“Oh, you’ll want to get rid of that,” Robin says with a wince, gesturing at Sirius’s shirt. “The stain actually gets darker the more you try to get it off... So...”
You give a heavy sigh. “Yeah, thanks Robin.”
She shrugs apologetically with both hands in the air and then starts to walk off. “Robin’s Brew! Patent pending!” she calls over her shoulder as she scurries off to catch up with April.
“What’s up with them?” Sirius mutters under his breath as you lead him inside.
“Well, aren’t you nosy?” you’re quick to reply.
You say it as a joke, but immediately wish you could take it back. What were you thinking?! You didn’t know Sirius enough to joke around with him like that! You didn’t know him at all! Hell, you’d just spilled your drink all over him, for all you know the guy hates you!
You spin around, ready to apologize, but then Sirius is laughing, and you nearly let out a massive sigh of relief.
“Uh-” your apology catches in your throat for a moment but you quickly recover. “Sorry, I-”
“No, it’s okay.” He shakes his head. “You’re right, nosy is my middle name,” he tells you with a shrug and a lopsided grin.
You find yourself smiling back. “Sirius Nosy Black, huh?”
He hums. “Rolls right off the tongue, doesn’t it?”
“Oh, definitely.”
It’s silent for a moment as you both look at each other. Your thoughts leave you a bit as you get distracted by that strange way that he’s looking at you, but then you remember with a jolt that Sirius Black is in your dorm, shirt stained lavender and dripping ‘Robin’s Brew’ onto the floor.
“Um!” You scramble towards the bathroom and yank a random towel off the rack. “Here,” You toss it and Sirius catches it with one hand.
“You can, um...” You trail off but then realize you’re still standing in the doorway, effectively blocking his entrance. “Oh!” You quickly move out of the way, leaving a clear path for Sirius.
“Thanks,” he says with a slight laugh before disappearing into the bathroom.
Once the door closes you’re left alone, idly shuffling around, not really knowing what to do now.
This was horrible. All of this was horrible. You’re alone in your dorm with a man you’ve just met - sure he’s friends with Remus and James, but that doesn’t mean it’s not awkward!
You have to focus. You have to avoid any more tense silences. What would you say when he got out of the bathroom?
You suppose he did laugh at your quip earlier - he’d even added a little joke of his own. You’d gone back and forth a bit. It was easy to converse once you’d gotten started. But getting started was exactly the issue... You needed a good topic. Why can’t you think of a good topic?!
The door to the bathroom opens up and out walks Sirius, leather jacket now slung over his forearm and white shirt drier, but still equally stained.
You panic.
“Hey, do you like motorbikes?” You blurt out, and then have to resist the urge to hurl yourself out the window.
Sirius’s eyes widen and he opens and closes his mouth a few times, looking like a stunned fish, before saying “Motorbikes?”
You purse your lips. “Yeah, I was...” You shrug, trying to play off your very strange, very targeted question as just casual conversation. “I was just wondering... I dunno...” you say, leaning against one of your bedposts.
Sirius breaks out into a smile. “I have a motorbike.”
“Really! No way!” you exclaim, pretending to be shocked. Although you didn’t really know Sirius owned a motorbike, it wasn’t all that surprising considering what April had told you just a few hours ago.
Sirius’s eyes narrow slightly, looking at you as if he’s trying very hard to figure you out. “Yeah... I’m fixing it up right now...” he tells you, still grinning.
“Oh? Is it broken?”
He tilts his head back and forth a few times and then says “Not exactly.”
You cross your arms. “Then why are you fixing it up?” you challenge.
Sirius just rolls his eyes. “Well I’d argue that anything that can’t fly can definitely be improved.”
That startles a laugh out of you. “You’re gonna get your motorbike to fly?”
“Laugh it up now!” Sirius nods as you bring a hand to your lips, stifling your giggles. “No one’ll be laughing once I finish my flying motorbike!”
“Oh, I’d love to see it in action.”
“Sure, I’ll take you on a ride once it’s done,” he tells you, voice genuine.
That shuts you up. All of a sudden you find that you have no witty response. Apparently out of all the things that could have rendered you silent, the prospect of going on a ride on Sirius Black’s flying motorbike seems to have done the trick.
Sirius notices.
“I mean- If you want.” he quickly says, raising a hand. “I mean- Sorry. I know we just met, and I made you spill your drink, and I think I stained your towel with whatever that drink was - sorry about that too - but I-”
“Hey,” you cut him off, giving him a pointed but lighthearted look.
He gazes back expectantly.
“I’d love to,” you assure him, and he grins.
You don’t even remember what you were so nervous about. This was easy. Talking to Sirius was so easy once you got into a rhythm.
So you did.
You talked for a while, and when you got tired of standing you laid down on your bed, face down, head resting in your hands and legs kicking behind you as Sirius sat cross legged on your trunk in front of you. You talked about possible spells and modifications for Sirius’s motorbike, you bonded about all the times James and Remus had tried to get the two of you together, you even just talked about whatever nonsense came to your heads.
You were still talking (now both sitting on your bed) when the door creaked open, letting in April and Robin. April was asleep and Robin was carrying her bridal style. You notice they’re both barefoot, but Robin only has April’s shoes in hand - hers were probably somewhere in the common room.
“Oh, hey,” you say in a hushed tone, not wanting to wake April.
“Hey,” Robin responds, though she’s not quite as cautious with her volume as you.
Earlier today you’d have thought Robin would’ve freaked out the moment she saw Sirius, but if she cares about him being in the dorm, she doesn’t show it.
“She fell asleep on the couch. Thought I should leave her here,” the blonde explains as she pads over to April’s bed. She drops the shoes on the ground and then pauses to look at you. “Do you mind?” she questions, nodding her head towards the bed.
You quickly get up, striding over to April’s bed and pulling back the blankets.
“Thanks,” Robin murmurs as she gently sets the raven haired girl down.
You pull the covers up again and April stirs a bit but doesn’t wake up.
Robin finally acknowledges Sirius. “Hi,” she waves with a smile. Sirius smiles back. “Sorry, I didn’t-”
“No, it’s fine. We were just talking,” you assure her, and she nods a bit before turning her attention back to April, gazing down at her with a slight furrow to her brow.
“Where’s Bea?” you voice, curious.
“Went off with her Hufflepuff, I expect.”
“Mm. Is the party over?”
“Quiet get-together.” Robin corrects you without a second thought and you laugh lightly, sitting back down on your bed beside Sirius. “And yeah. I’m gonna go try to clean up a bit,” she says, sounding like the prefect she is.
You watch as Robin hesitates over April for a bit, smoothing the blankets over, brushing stray hairs from the sleeping girl’s face. It’s as if she wants to take care of her but isn’t sure how. In the end, she gives you a smile, bids a polite ‘goodbye’ to Sirius, and then exits quietly.
“We never went and found James and Remus,” you turn to look at Sirius once the door closes and he grins.
“I don’t think they ever expected us to.”
“You’re probably right.”
April stirs again and you get up to close the curtains of her four-poster.
“I should go help Robin,” you tell Sirius, and he takes the cue quickly standing up.
“Right. Sorry I kept you up.“
“No, it was fun. Sorry I spilled my drink on you.”
“No, it was fun,” Sirius echoes, and you give him a slight shove.
The two of you walk across the room and out of the door in comfortable silence, and once you’re in the corridor you speak up.
“So, hypothetically,” you start.
“Uh-huh,” Sirius assents immediately.
“If you wanted to... I don’t know... Have breakfast with me tomorrow...”
“Oh?”
“How would you go about that?”
“Hypothetically?” Sirius raises an eyebrow, as if double checking.
“Of course,” you nod.
“Well in this completely made up scenario,” he starts, “I’d probably meet you here at seven and walk you down to the Great Hall.”
You fight a smile. “Well, great.”
“Is it?”
“Yeah. Hypothetically I’d definitely be ready by then.”
“Perfect.”
“Glad we’re on the same page.”
You’ve reached the door that leads out of the common room by now, and you open it up, leaning against the frame. The rest of the castle is dark as it’s well past midnight, and you can hear the quiet sounds of nearby portraits snoring. You’d be worried about him getting caught, but with all the pranks the Marauders have pulled throughout the years, you know for a fact that Sirius Black had plenty of experience sneaking about the castle after curfew.
You watch as he lights his wand with a quick ‘Lumos’ and starts to walk off, but then he hesitates.
“What?” you voice as he turns around, walking back towards you.
He stops right in front of you, looking at you very intensely, scrutinizing every inch of your face. For a brief moment you expect him to lean in and kiss you, but then he speaks.
“I know you brought up motorbikes on purpose. That girl April takes muggle studies with me, and she-”
You quickly shut the door in his face and press your back against it, eyes wide and smiling despite yourself.
You scurry off to help Robin and a few others clean up, spirits high with the promise of having breakfast with Sirius tomorrow morning.
And who knows, maybe by tomorrow he’ll forget all about the motorbike thing. At least, you hope he does.
(He doesn’t.)
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Bonus, the next morning:
“There they are!” James exclaims as you and Sirius approach the table.
“Did he live up to your expectations?” Remus asks you pointedly as you sit down, and you poke your tongue out at him in response.
And then you shrug. “I’ve gotta say, right off the bat I wasn’t impressed.”
“You’re the one who spilled your drink all over me. My poor new shirt! Ruined!”
“Oh, boo hoo. Where will you ever find another plain, white T-shirt?”
“It had sentimental value!”
“And now it has a cute new design! So you’re welcome.”
“You want me to thank you for a stain?”
“It’s a fun souvenir from your first time in a non Gryffindor common room.”
“I should write on it. Big letters: ‘I went to Ravenclaw Tower and all I got was this lousy stained shirt.’”
“At least the stain is purple, it looked nice. Suits you.”
“Are you saying I look good in purple?”
“Sure.”
“So you’re saying I look good?”
“I- I didn’t-” you stammer, and then groan.
“Ah-ha!” Sirius points a finger at you. “Outwitted by a Gryffindor! If only Rowena Ravenclaw could see you now.”
Across the table, Remus and James watch on in dismay.
“Are you already regretting getting them together or is it just me?” James voices.
In response Remus sighs, “Oh, it’s not just you.”
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(hey ps for the sake of my sanity let’s just pretend there was no easy simple drying spell they could’ve used)
can i get a ship im a shy hufflepuff who overthinks everything still sleeps with a baby blanket hahaha i only read when it’s fanfics my favorite color is yellow which is ironic bc four months ago i hated the color just shows how i indecisive i am lmao
i ship you with ron hardcore. ronald fucking weasley.
okay so like stay with me on this.
YOU ARE A SHY HUFFLEPUFF AND A PRIDEFUL GRYFFINDOR?!?! like it just works. i don’t make the rules
okay okay okay ron hates reading too, but he thinks it’s cute when you get obsessed with something and start to read fan fictions. who doesn’t like trying to alter the way events happened?!
okay so you and ron had some classes together and you never really payed any attention to him. because honestly ron is easy to overlook.
one day though he is moved away from harry for messing around too much in class, and he gets sat beside you
he thought it was cute how your face would turn red when he would talk to you. it wasn’t because you were into him it was because you were so shy that someone giving you attention like that was uncommon.
talking to you backen ron’s favorite thing
he would go out of his way to see that blush creep onto the apples of your cheeks.
soon he would start to compliment you, “you are so bloody brilliant” he would say when you guys were partnered for an assignment, “yellow really is your color”
ron also notices your love hate relationship with yellow, he thinks it’s ironic because of the fact one of your house colors are yellow.
ron asks you out randomly during class, you said yes this time your face achieving a new shade of red.
you guys went to the three broomsticks to just sit and talk. when it came time to ordering you were so indecisive and that’s when ron realized how beautiful you were.
your face scrunched up trying to decide what you want?
perfect
when dating ron he would do everything he could for you. which to him was anything and everything. nothing was too out of ron’s reach.
MOLLY WEASLEY LOVES YOU! SHE DEADASS FIXES YOUR CUTE BLANKET IF NEEDED OR SHE MAKES YOU A BIGGER ONE. omfg i’m dying with this.
ginny adores you bc you’re literally like a sister. his siblings like to talk and talk and talk to you because you’re new and they like ragging on ron.
🐻 with me
ron
gets
territorial
you are his, and that’s final. v protective he is.
he is always complimenting you and hyping you up because he loves the blush on your face.
They say statically, that a women would know if she was in love by the 134th day of a relationship which is oddly specific, but it didn’t take nearly as long for me to know I was in love with you.
I knew from the moment you kissed me that I was in love.
Do you remember the romance novel we read? More importantly do you remember the scene we made fun of? It was the first kiss scene. The author described it as sparks flying across the sky.
We laughed our arses off at this all day.
“Sparks flying? Really? That’s the best description she could have came up with!”
When you kissed me it finally made sense. With metaphorical electricity pumping through my veins at the contact, sparks are the only description.
When you kissed me your lips heated me, it filled my soul to the brim with all of cliché giddy feelings.
Everything made sense. The world had meaning when you kiss me.
As I lay here my hair sprayed out onto your lap, while your softly curling the strands around your finger, I think of these thoughts.
Did you feel the warmth too?
I could easily voice this question out loud to you. You’re right next to me, giving me sweet smiles every time you glance down at me from your novel.
You’re probably think I’m bloody mental staring at you, but I can’t help it.
“You’re very handsome, Remus.” I tell you softly. You a chuckle escape your gorgeous red lips.
“Thank you, darling.” You tell me.
I don’t reply to you. I don’t know what I would say. My heart beat simply rises at the sound of your loving voice. I never told you I loved you and neither have you.
Do you know I love you, Remus?
Do you know I absolutely adore you?
Your hazel orbs catch the gaze of mine. My mouth gapes upon, just slightly. The three words seeping it’s way to my tongue.
When you raise your eyebrow at me in question. I shrug, swallowing the three words down my throat.
I’m 95% sure that you love me back, but I can’t bring myself to be that vulnerable with you.
Hey hun! 💕 I must say i thought your james imagine was wonderful and lovely! I would enjoy a part 2 and also wanted to let you know there’s nothing to be ashamed about your writing. I couldn’t even tell if there was any grammer and I think you got the characters down and correctly! I do hope you stay on here!
Ahhhh thank you so much. I was not expecting that reaction at all that gave me so much motivation to keep going 🥺
thank you thank you thank you ❤️ And don’t worry, I’m not planning on leaving tumblr anytime :) I’m just dramatic sometimes :)
I do school from home, but there’s still some people going in person. The zoom would be a live view of the people in class learning
I mostly do zoom because I don’t want to deal with people. I take creative writing tho because I need .5 credits more to graduate. I love writing, but I don’t want to write for people to be graded on to be critizied for. I only had the option of creative writing and photography but only if i owned the camera...
Creative writing stresses me out. I don’t know what we are doing in that class. I can never hear what she says. I hear her say, “Y/n and Destiny we are doing...” but she speaks to fast and i can’t comphrehend the words or it’s a mumble.
She pointed the camera at the ceiling today on top of the poor audio, so I ditched the class and left. Ik if i have questions, I should just ask. There is no chat in the zoom to write in a reply. Last time i unmuted and spoke out I got laughed at by the class. I feel so ashamed immediately after speaking in public and i just hate it. I hate sharing my thoughts out loud.
The class stresses me out. I showed my mother figure the class and she said that’s ridiculous just leave.
This is what it looked like. She told me to record too.
and so i left and texted my other mother figure what happened and she’s upset, so she wants to call the school. I just want to be out of this class. It’s stressful. I don’t want any drama with the teacher or anything.
20 mins later the teacher emails me
I didn’t reply or anything. I’m not joining back. I’m probably being childish or ridiculous and she probably hates me now. I tried taking creative writing sophomore year and i dropped out of that class, too becuase i was scared of sharing anything i wrote with the whole entire class.
I already feel ashamed that I made this into a whole ordeal lmao I’m just stressed. I hate this class. I tried asking the other kid in zoom what’s happening over a dm but he has me blocked since middle school for having a crush on him 😐 he looked like a target movie version of harry potter with no glasses and blue eyes.
Y/n and James get partnered up to work on an amortentia potion. James expects to smell Lily not Y/n, and Y/n expects to smell anybody other than potter
“Did you burn something in here, Professor. Something smells... burnt?” You struggle to find a word to describe the smell.
The classroom had a mixture of smells, all that didn’t match each other. The strongest smell, according to Y/n was the smell of burnt firewood.
“Burnt? What the bloody hell are you talking about? That’s vanilla.” Argues James Potter from across the room.
You turn around your seat sending a harsh glare his way, “Vanilla! Are you serious? Vanilla isn’t even close. I would understand if you said-“
“I smell popcorn.” Another voice pipes in.
“What? It’s honey.”
Arguements erupted around the classroom debating against each other over what the smell was.
Professor Slughorn shakes his head at the conversations, and raises a glass vial, silencing everyone.
“It is all those smells, perhaps.” He smiles kindly, “Can anyone tell me what is in this vial?”
You slowly raise your hand. Slughorn nods towards you.
“Is it amortentia?”
“Yes! Can anyone tell me what amortentia is?”
Lily Evans raises her hand, eagerly.
“It’s the most powerful love potion in the world. Incrediably dangerous too. It’s suppose to smell different to each person’s attractions. For example I smell...” She lists her different smells slowly as if she was questioning herself, “new parchament paper, wood, and I’m not quite sure...”
Her eyes widen at the end of her speech, but quickly she replaces her shocked face with a face on confidence.
Slughorn smiles brightly as a response to her answer. He turns to the rest of the class with the same kind smile, “Today I will be assigning you partners with them you will make this potion.”
He receives several groans as a response. He easily ignores the complaints of the class, and assigns the students their partners. He quickly assigns you with James Potter.
Running your hand through your wild locks, you sigh. It’s not that you had any hatred towards Potter. It’s just he tends to heavily annoy you, and he’s always goofing off! How are you suppose to get a good grade when he’s too busy cracking jokes to help you.
“Please help me this time, Potter. No games like last time.” You lecture the boy, quickly. Before you even sat down you spoke these warnings. His eyes glance up to your standing stature and rolls them.
“I mean it. Last time-“
He abruptly cuts you off, “I know. I ruined the potion. I’ll go get the ingredients.”
You smile at his retreating figure, and begin opening up your text book. You turn the pages slowly until you land on the recipe.
James returns back and places each ingredient on the table. You mutter a small thanks to him.
Long chaotic minutes passed, before your potion was almost done. You only caught James staring at Lily a few times, which was surprising since just last week during a potion assignment, you would have to slap his arm at least 17 times before he would pay attention.
“I don’t think we did this right.” James says.
He leans into the cauldron slowly and smells it, shaking his head when the aromas fill his nose. Vanilla, fresh parchament, and mint.
Those smells were almost the complete opposite of Lily Evans, the girl he had a massive crush on.
“That can’t be right.” he whispers. You ignore his thoughts, and lean into the cauldron next to him.
“Definitely can’t be right.” Y/n says nodding, the aromas hitting her.
Firewood, freshly mown grass, and citrus.
She only knew one person who wore citrus scented cologne and that one person was deeply in love with her best friend. She has no feelings for James.
She doesn’t.
Right?
She catches herself staring at James in thought, and quickly shakes her head at him when he raises an eyebrow in question. She watches him shrug his head, his spectacles slowly sliding down his face.
Her heads tilts to the side like a lost puppy, when she continues watching his movements. He reaches his hand up to push back his glasses. Unknowingly, James has the same thoughts.
Could Lily not be the girl he was destined to marry. Was she not his soulmate? Was Y/n his soulmate. Has all his years pining over Lily been for nothing.
The pair of teenagers break out from their thoughts when Professor Slughorn approaches them.
“Very good you two. The potion could use a sprig more of peppermint, but it works all the same.”
“So, it works. The smell of this potion is what we are attracted to?” James asks. Slughorn gives a simple nod of his head as answer.
“Do you smell Lily?” Y/n asks shyly.
James eyebrows furrows. She spoke so quietly, it was hard for him to process what she had said. For a moment they stare at each other in silence before James sighs.
“No. I don’t know.”
Y/n nods, “I didn’t expect to smell who I smelled either.”
“Do you believe in soulmates?” James asks. His hazel orbs piercing into yours. You hesitate to answer, so he continues, “Do you think who we smelled in this potion is are soulmate?”
“This potion is suppose to smell like our hearts desires, so maybe. I would hope that true love exists, but of course I don’t know the absolute answer to that.”
James nods pleased with your answer. He opens his mouth to speak, but the sound of Slughorn’s raised voice cuts him off.
“Well, I think that’s all we have time to do for today. I will see you guys next class. For homework I would like a well written 6 pages or parchament explaining the dangers of Amortatoria.”
You leave the classroom after his speech. With every step you take out of the classroom, another thought appears in your head. These thought are random, but they all are conjoined with one common topic:
James Potter.
How could he have not smelled Lily Evans?
Was it you he smelled?
Was it him you smelled?
There was no way this could be accurate.
You were friends. Not soulmates.
Unbeknownst to you James was having the same thoughts about you.
ahh omg i loved your sirius black daughter post!!! can i request some remus lupin and sirius black with a daughter reader? i was thinking maybe they find out that the reader is dating george weasley? thank u love <3
Pranksters Paradise || s.b. & r.l.
Summary: Request above; Reader gets into a relationship without either of her father’s knowledge.
Pairing: Remus Lupin & Sirius Black x Daughter Fem!Reader and George Weasley x Fem!Reader
Warning/s: fluff, idk two present dads instead of none. (LMAO DAD JOKE I HATE MYSELF) for those of you who don’t know, I call myself father marty because my dad was absent.
Word Count: 758
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“Y/n honey, the owl is here for you again!” Your father Remus hollers up the stairs for you as he examines the fourth letter that had arrived for you that day.
“Coming!” You say with a huge smile on your face, you know it is another letter from your boyfriend George. You guys started dating at the end of your fourth year, and now you are going to start your sixth year along with George and his twin brother Fred. You guys started off as friends but over time it became more, the rest is history — or so you thought.
When you get down the stairs you see your other father, Sirius, standing with his arms crossed glaring at you. “Who’s scratchy handwriting is this? Who is he? Why has he sent so many letters?”
One thing you haven’t accomplished while in your year-long relationship with Georgie was telling your dads that you have a boyfriend. See usually this would be fine, well it would be with your dad Remus, but with Sirius… Poor George. Sirius was very, protective….
“Umm well, it is George?” You say as more of a question, “George Weasley.” This time you say clearly not breaking eye contact with Sirius. When he wants you to tell him something he will stare at you with what you call the “dad stare” and it makes you talk.
The intense eye contact is broken by him turning his head to your other dad,“Weasley, where have I heard that?” Sirius turns to Remus, “Well hon that is Molly, remember her? The Prewett’s sister Molly married Arthur Weasley.”
Suddenly something clicked in his head, “YOU MEAN TO TELL ME YOU ARE CONVERSING WITH THE BLOODLINE OF GREAT PRANKSTERS! THE ONES WHO GAVE US A RUN FOR OUR MONEY?!” Your father Sirius’ voices booms through the house. You stare at him with eyes wide, unsure if he is mad or excited. The expression he is wearing is beyond confusing.
“Um yeah? He and Fred are pretty known for pulling some good pranks.” You say as you shift from foot to foot as your father's gazes get to you.
“Sweetie, is there something you’re not telling us?” Your father Remus takes your hand as he takes a seat beside Sirius who still has a questionable look on his face.
“Well, I may or may not be datinggeorgeweasleysincemyfourthyear.” You say quickly as you try to stand up and walk away, but much to your demise your father Sirius grabs your hand to keep you put.
“Okay, y/n/n try one more time,” Remus says as he rubs circles into the back of your hand. This has been something he has done since you were younger to calm you down. It was a small gesture that always made you feel grateful to have Remus as your father.
“Well I started dating George at the end of my fourth year, and we are still dating,” You start but stop when you see your dad tense up. Similar to how he was holding your hand, your father Remus grabbed your dad's thigh and rubbed small circles into his leg.
“I really like him, he is so nice to me and he-” You are interrupted by Remus;
“Is he nice to you?” You nod before it was Sirius’ turn;
“Does he respect you?” Again you nod.
Now it was your turn to stare at your fathers with questioning glances because it seems like they are having a conversation with their eyes. You begin to get worried about the quiet but then father Sirius starts speaking.
“Okay well I guess it is time for the talk, so the birds-” You interrupt him by throwing your arms up;
“NOPE NOPE NOPE NO NEED I KNOW!”
Now it was Remus’ turn to flip out; “WHAT IS THAT PREWETT COPY TEACHING OUR PRECIOUS BABY!”
Sirius grabs your father's hand and pulls him back onto the couch. “Hon she is a teenager, it is expected.” Your dad just huffs.
“I remember when you were a little baby, it seems like so long ago.” Both your fathers take your hands in theirs. “We love you.”
“I love you guys too, thank you for being so cool about George.”
“Woah Woah Woah we aren’t cool with a carbon copy of the Preset twins dating you, but it appears that he means a lot to you,” Remus says with a smile.
“Is this a bad time to tell you that George and Fred are twins?”
“THE PREWETT'S REINCARNATED, MOONY I-”
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I always think it is so fucking funny when people request the guys to be dads. Y’all do know I didn’t have one? You guys probably know and just do it to fuck with me. It’s fine. This makes me soft and makes me wish I had at least one dad.
thank you for requesting!
xoxo, father marty
also song rec, i am currently listening to 45 by shinedown. shit slaps
summary: sirius takes care of you when you’re sick
word count: 1.03k
warnings: throwing up, dizziness, cough and cold, medication, joking mention of dying and mentions of sirius’ asshat family
a/n: so this was a request but instead of adding it to my drafts i accidentally posted it, oops.
the past week you had been in a stump. a cold, sweaty and throat aching stump of sickness. a new wizard-like flu had been passed around the school and back. you had even caught dumbledore trying to choke back a cough in the great hall.
but madam promfrey had such a gruelling time getting from student to student, attempting to heal them. you were going to give her the benefit of the doubt; the woman was working overtime and i mean you could handle it, or atleast you thought you could.
well you could handle it until you were burying your face into your pillow trying to muffle your hoarse coughs, trying to maintain dizziness and a familiar bile like substance travelling up your throat in not such a timely manner and attempting to get to the toilet on time. not to mention your puppy-child of a boyfriend moaning and crying attempting to kiss you or get you to the healers wing.
sirius was almost acting like a seven year old, and you’d think he was the one that was sick. it was the early crack of dawn, a bubbling in your throat causing you to groan out into the thick humid air of your dorm and a hoarse cough left your throat.
you blindly tried to grab a tissue as your face was still buried in the pillow that had been previously flipped all night and managing to wipe your nose before carelessly throwing the said-tissue onto the floor.
there was a soft knock on the other end of your dormitory door, a small creak left the hinges as someone entered.
“sweetheart?” sirius, your lovely puppy dog of a boyfriend whispered in concern, incase you were most-likely sleeping. as the time was 5:03am and any natural human would be in a deep slumber.
“m’awake, probably dying.” you slurred, due to your aching throat and on the verge of falling back asleep but a tinge of restlessness layed in your brain so there was no way you were sleeping anytime soon.
you heard his soft footsteps on the creaking wood of your floor. probably only walking from his dorm in his socks and him setting a few things down on your beside table with a ‘clink’.
“ve’got you a few things, now scooch.” he beckoned you over so he could slip into your bed, but not without a fight from you of course.
“sirius m’sick! and sweaty, i sound like an old man!” you whined lifting your head up from your pillow tilting it to meet his pearl irises.
“don’t care, if madam pomfrey is suddenly not allowed to take care of you; per your request by the way. then i will, stubborn woman.” he spoke in a dramatic whisper. even in the early hours of the morning he never failed to be the biggest drama queen of the century.
he sat on your bed, the ivory bed sheets loosely hung around your figure that was clad in his pink floyd t-shirt and a pair of your favourite sleep shorts. “i see you’ve been all comfy.” he murmured with a light chuckle, moving the side of your face to be placed on his chest. hearing his smooth heart beat like a song beneath your ear.
“been all sweaty too, so hot and cold in here.” your voice hoarse, and obstruct from your sickness. yet even though you were completely flushed in a sheer layer of sweat, your hair was presented like it was a birds nest and your voice was far off from your normal tone he loved you even more.
anyway you looked, sounded, and acted he would never love you any less and the thought made him sick himself. almost not believing other partners or spouses couldn’t love their significant others at their worsts of the day.
all he wanted was to take care of his love. you were his main priority since he met you on the hogwarts train in first year, and he randomly decided in his brain that he wanted you in life forever. he knew not many people would stay for him, through the ups and downs from his childhood into early adulthood but the only person that mattered in that moment was you.
he nipped one of your spare hair ties off of his wrist, that he kept because you normally forgot, with the caps of his teeth and putting a loose ponytail into your hair, then swirling the pony around his finger to keep the hair off the sweaty nape of your neck.
“brought a few potions for you, love. i think they’ll help.” he whispered slightly slurred, his own tiredness taking over him aswell.
“everything hurts. don’t wanna move.” you sniffed and buried your cheek more into his shirt.
“got you pretty girl, no need to fret.” he spoke, his voice straining as he stretched his arm that wasn’t holding your locks grabbing a plum-coloured potion in a small vile.
you stared at the potion then at sirius for a moment with hooded eyes, debating if taking the interesting potion that could potentially heal you was worth it.
you craned your neck slightly forward, bringing your hand up from sirius’ waist that almost felt like a deadweight. you prayed to merlin himself that the potion would taste like something fruity or enjoyable, except you were met with the sharp taste of some bitter herb mixed with unpleasant pungent tastes that you couldn’t even identify.
you choked back a cough and immediately fell back onto sirius’ chest, his hand soothing your back giving it a small pat.
“good girl, love. feel all better soon.” he insisted into the crown of your head, giving it a small kiss.
“promise?”
“pinkie swear.” he held out his pinkie finger holding it to your hand that had fallen back to his waist. you strained your hand slightly curling your finger around his own.
“sleep, i’ll be here when you wake up.” he uttered as your dreams pulled you under. on the chest of the boy you loved, forever there to take care of you at your worst.
“i love you.” he whispered, before letting slumber take over his aswell.
so does anyone else ever think about the level of post-war wizarding celebrity the Weasley-Potters would have had? like
this is an entire family of war heroes that also contains the chosen one, two heads of Ministry departments, the Minister for Magic herself, a professional Quidditch player and later editor at the Prophet, an extremely successful wizard entrepreneur, an international curse-breaker, an ex-Triwizard champion, and an eminent dragonologist and they definitely all hold an Order of Merlin of one class or another
you can’t tell me they weren’t featured in wizarding papers and magazines every damn week they try to avoid it but it’s no use
trying to go to Quidditch matches or anywhere really as a family is a tricky business because of the paparazzi
eating Chocolate Frogs is a weird experience for all their kids because their family are on so many cards like ‘oh look i got Uncle Charlie again’ ‘here’s Aunt Ginny, I’m still missing Mum though’
Bill keeps being given Witch Weekly’s most charming smile award he’s won it like 9 times even with all his scars. one time Ron won it instead and he teased Bill about it for ages
a good portion of the people who rock up to George’s shop come not just for joke items but also to shake his hand (and later Ron’s) and pay tribute to the portrait of Fred that hangs in there
there’s a Hermione interview in the Prophet at least twice a week. if anything vaguely significant happens ever in wizarding politics everyone wants a comment from Hermione, even if it has nothing to do with her
George loves making up wild rumours about his family members and ‘leaking’ them to the press, like when he told them Percy and Fleur were having a passionate affair (this one backfired a bit because it was shortly before Percy’s actual divorce. the public excitement and interest was nothing compared to what happened later when it got out that Percy was seeing Oliver Wood, and then there was another professional Quidditch player in the family and it just got worse)
Harry finds it weirdly comforting that the wizarding world is now obsessed not just with him, but his extended family too - they all get it now
all the kids get hounded towards the end of the year because everyone at Hogwarts want to be invited to the Burrow (very heavily warded and impenetrable to the press) for the summer to witness the annual Weasley-Potter family Quidditch match, which is legendary
if there’s no new gossip the magazines just put in stuff like ‘recipes from the Burrow! Molly Weasley’s favourite dishes! how to feed a family of heroes!’’ or ‘losing track? here’s the Ultimate Guide to the Weasley-Potter family!’
ok but ron teaching you how to masturbate, he has you in between his legs and your legs are open 🥺 he keeps calling your cunt your princess parts :((
princess parts || r.w. x reader
word count: 1.7k
warnings: smut, masturbation
a/n: i hate this
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“are you ready, princess?” ron asked, running his hands up and down your thighs as if to warm you.
you turned your head up, kissing the column of his throat chastely before facing forward. with your back against his chest, tucked between his legs, you could feel his heartbeat. you let it wash over you—calming as you quickly threaded your fingers with his.
“please,” you whispered, quieting your nerves and relaxing into his body. his erection poked into your spine, but you knew tonight wasn’t about him.
gathering the courage to approach him about this took the most work. he had been your first everything, but it had gotten to the point where you wanted to learn how to take care of yourself.
and at the end of the day, ron had seen right through you. the words didn’t have to be spoken for the message to be received. that’s how you found yourself seated between his legs, spread as you leaned back against him.
you had long since discarded your underwear, allowing unobstructed access to your cunt. his hands engulfed yours as he rubbed the insides of your thighs—the skin was soft, delicate as he made a certain fire creep along it.
vaguely, you realized you were trembling—almost scared for what was to come. because what if you didn’t feel anything? merlin, what if you just sat there, unsated?
“s’alright, darling, we’ll go slow. it’ll feel good—” he brushed a kiss behind the shell of your ear, and the action alone had you arching, “—i promise.”
you nodded, swallowing the clots and gatherings of anxiety and insecurity down. “can you do it with me?” you broached, blushing as you realized how pathetic you must seem. how terrified you were of yourself. “just the first time?”
another kiss, goosebumps erupting. “of course, princess. whenever you want to take over, you can. alright?”
your response came in the form of you gripping his hand tighter, drawing it down to your aching cunt.
but ron seemed to have other ideas, instead adjusting your hand so the back was in his palm, rubbing—almost tickling—circles on the inside of your own. you relaxed again, letting yourself go limp as he raised your hand to his mouth, dragging his tongue along the pads of your index finger and thumb.
“trust me,” he said at your confusion. then, wasted no time in slipping under your shirt, finding your breasts.
you silently thanked every star that you had forgone a bra, blessing your inability to sleep with one on and the timing that had this late-night lesson occurring after you changed.
“start at your tits,” he whispered, the seductive drawl that had you falling to pieces every time without fail. “get your nipples nice and hard—it’ll feel good later.”
he brought your hand to the right peak, pushing your fingers together in a mimic of a pinch. a subconscious gasp left you, buried deep in your chest as you shut your eyes, rolling the apex.
“and don’t ignore the other one,” he continued, drawing your free hand under your shirt so you could knead your left breast. “just a bit of foreplay to get yourself in the mood.”
you followed the directions, the nipples hardening so quickly that it could almost be considered comedic. there was a distinct dryness in your mouth, a flutter down below that had heat blooming in your cheeks.
maybe you weren’t quite so unresponsive. even worse, maybe you were too responsive.
and while you worked on your breasts, alternating both hands between massaging and pinching, ron laid a few kisses to your throat, which you bared the second he hit your pulse point.
“how is that?” he asked after enough time. “ready to go on?”
you nodded, adding more and more pressure to the ministrations until you were practically drowning in need.
“ready,” you sighed, letting him drag your hands down your abdomen, the skin sensitive and excited.
“keep your eyes closed. put yourself wherever you want. hell, get off from the sheer thought of pleasuring yourself. whatever feels good.” he kissed your jugular slowly, sucking a bit on the skin. “this is all about you.”
“does it make me....” you winced at the implication. “like...like a whore? or—”
“of course not.” he ghosted your right hand along your cunt, the wetness already smooth on your fingertips. “it’s more than natural to want it. it’s your body responding to you—that’s all.”
you bit your lip, giving him a quiet, “okay.”
at the first touch to your clit, you flinched. ron had touched you there before—it was one of your favorite places—but you had never done it yourself. it wasn’t quite the same as having him in control; you knew what you were going to do next, so the surprise was lacking.
nonetheless, the first few circles had you whimpering.
“clit’s always a good place to start. you can rarely go wrong there.” he helped you massaged it, bringing your thighs further apart to reach untouched nerves. “and it helps if you—” he used the free hand to bend your left leg at the knee, shifting your body, “—find new angles.”
you moaned, leaning back so your head rested on his shoulder as shudders ran through you. your hips itched to move, to buck, to make some sort of request for more—but you seemed to be incapacitated, utterly pliant.
you started moving on your own, almost teasing certain areas in the way he often did. he stopped you, however, and before you could openly question it, he was sliding your hand down, circling your entrance.
“do you like touching your princess parts? does it make my princess feel good?” he collected the arousal on your fingers, and when he brought them back up to your knot, a much louder moan made its way out.
“y-yes. feels good.”
you could feel the smirk tinging the air, even more as he brought your free hand back up to your breast, still rubbing and pulling.
still, it was nothing compared to the feelings on your clit. the added lubrication opened you up even more—wet as you sped up, a familiar itch growing.
“wanna try somewhere new?” he helped drag your hand down, still touching all your sensitive spots before reaching your entrance. “should be ready for you by now. try one.”
you did as he said, slowly pushing your middle finger into the hole. it was uncomfortable at first—practically numb. you rocked the digit in and out, sighing as the feeling came back. it truly was nothing like what he could do to you—the pleasure some far-off thing that your smaller hands weren’t able to reach.
the positioning was good enough for you to only barely graze the ribbed spot that ron always loved to attend to. you started pumping with a bit more vigor, and every touch to your g-spot sent waves of feeling scattering through you.
“how is that?” he asked after a minute of letting you test yourself out. “good?”
“s’okay,” you mumbled, brow furrowing as you tried to decipher why you couldn’t copy his actions.
carefully, he helped you extricate your hand, holding onto it once more. “not everyone can feel the same when it’s themselves. you usually need clit stimulation anyway.”
you nearly laughed as you realized how much better he knew your body than you did. but instead of taking you back up to the knot, he drew circles around the hole again. a shudder went down your spine, much more sensitivity there.
then, he dipped your fingers in the arousal again, bringing it to your clit and guiding you to massage it. you used your index and middle, knee still bent up so you had access to hidden nerves.
“you ready, princess? wanna do it yourself?”
you opted to take control without further warning. the nub was a bit more swollen now, practically pulsating as you went to work. ron continued your left-hand movements on your breast, and let you play with yourself how you liked with the other.
the nature of the moment had a delicate itch renewing, bucking against your own hand as you tried all the patterns he had performed on you; circles, figure-eights, up and down, side to side.
eventually, that feeling of the tide drawing in, an edge approaching, had you gathering more arousal, bending both legs up to get as close as possible.
“that make your princess parts feel good?” he asked as you went much faster, the pursuit of a heady desire. “you’re making a mess of yourself, baby.”
you whimpered in agreement, wanton moans still slipping out against your own volition. ron seemed to be enjoying it—made clear by the hardness pressing into you—so you let yourself go.
a gasp fell out as you found the right spot that had the edge coming into clear focus. there were small noises now, needy ones as you got closer and closer.
“you got it,” ron encouraged you, taking to sliding his own hands onto your breasts, letting your free one down to the sheets, gripping them tightly. “earn it.”
you felt as you tumbled over the edge, fireworks exploding in your stomach and accompanied by a warm flame tickling your insides. there were minor spasms in your legs, body tensing as you rode the orgasm out.
your fingers didn’t give up until you were numb of feeling, more waves than you expected coursing through you. and when you were done, you leaned into him entirely, arms falling to your sides as you closed your eyes.
“would you look at that?” he breathed, running up your slit and gathering the cum onto his fingers. you cracked your lids as he held it up in front of you. “all by yourself.”
you smiled against the praise, then slowly turned to curl further into his body, sudden exhaustion hitting you. “thank you.”
“was it good?” ron began taking your shirt off, prepping you for a nice bath that he sincerely hoped you wouldn’t fall asleep in. not that he wouldn’t enjoy it the slightest bit.
“not nearly as good as you,” you murmured, catching onto his pride the second the words came out. you grabbed onto your strength as you fully turned around, sitting up and looking him in the eye. “but gets the job done.”
and he wouldn’t have time to respond, because you crept a hand down his abdomen, landing on the hard erection still present under his sweatpants. you didn’t imagine the grin that quirked his lips, the mood changing.
“can you give me another lesson?” you questioned, sliding under the waistband. “perhaps how to take care of someone else?”
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