why are ghosts always person-sized in the movies? they donât have bodies anymore. one of âem should have figured out how to work that shit. one of them could be ⊠her đł
Every time Mr Thornton is in a room and Margaret is there you can be sure to have at least a whole paragraph describing exactly how she looks and what sheâs wearing and how the light is hitting her face just so and and and
Mr Thornton very pointedly visiting the Hales on a regular basis to ask very politely after Margaretâs mother and bring a basket of fruit WHILE ALSO giving Margaret the silent treatment and thinking heâs doing it in spite of her but heâs really not. Heâs really not. Man is so whipped not even a rejected proposal can drive him away. Iâm so embarrassed on his behalf I feel nauseous.
I canât believe itâs canon that Sirius Black literally looked at Severus Snape the way a predator looks at its prey (said by Harry James Potter himself) and this fandom has the audacity to ignore how terribly gay that is. Youâre just cowards.
just a short thread I made on twitter for a long oneshot fic I will post soon... nsfw, age-gap, threesome, time-travel fic.
married sirius x sev x young sirius; young sirius x young sev
Sirius always wondered what his future would look like. He already knew what he wanted for himself, and he knew his life wouldnât be the one his mother wanted for him.
The Marauders along with a few fellow Gryffindors, followed a ritual and drank a potion that let them glimpse the future. When Sirius took it and fell asleep, he woke to find himself standing outside a cottage, staring through the window as an older Snape cradled a baby.
Snape recognized him, rolled his eyes, muttered something insulting, and let him inside which was strange and completely out of character in Siriusâs mind. He noticed the ring on the older manâs finger, saw the domesticity James had always wanted for himself with Lily.
Sirius was disoriented and started hurling insults at Snape, saying he didnât deserve this future because he was a Death Eater or so Sirius assumed in his own time. He even accused him of stealing Lily from James. And Snape had the nerve to laugh and tease him for it.
âIâve forgotten how much of a blundering buffoon you are, Sirius.â It wasnât even an insult w/ how oddly fond Snape said his name. Sirius felt himself flush because Snape was older! Had grown into himself, more confident and assured. Sirius had to admit the man had a softer edge.
Hours were spent with Sirius explaining his time-travel dilemma to Snape. He asked about the others and Snape answered. Snape seemed a little too familiar w/ the situation, and Sirius finally asked how he knew he was coming, then the realization cameâ
Sirius thought he was seeing Snapeâs future instead of his own. That maybe Snape married Lily, not James. But the longer he stayed in the house, the more it felt like it was his. Like this future belonged to him esp when he saw the baby with those obvious Black features.
Sirius felt like he couldnât breathe because how could this be his future? Sirius asked if they were married and how they ended up together which Snape refused to answer, and they ended up arguing because at the end of the day, Sirius knew what ticked SnâSeverus offâ
And Sirius had to push his wife against the wall and kissed him. His wife kissed him back just as fiercely.
He was led to their bedroom, their clothes shed hastily. Sirius craved being inside his wife (being home) so much that he didnât even realize he was begging as he thrust.
Severus shushed his pleas, whispering soft endearments. âYou wonât hurt me, Siri... I can take it... Let your wife take care of you... Itâs alright, Sirius.â
And they made love with all the emotions Sirius never thought he was capable of, that his mother stripped him of.
But then he felt obsessed and crazed enough to bite and bruise. Severus was proud of him then. Kept telling him there was a reason he was his, and not anyone else. That they were made for each other.
Only Severus could handle the madness in him.
Then just as Sirius was about to fill his wifeâs womb again, he caught sight of his future self leaning against the door with a smug little smirk, watching his youngself abuse and fuck his wife stupid.
Severus is sure that when Sirius fucks him in front of the mirror, it's just Black's ego talking, because he loves himself and can't take his eyes off himself. In reality, Severus often hides his face in his hands or in the bedding, and when Sirius holds him in front of the mirror, he has nowhere to go, and Sirius can look at Severus through the mirror, studying his facial features, which change with Sirius's manipulations. It's an easy way to find out what Severus likes and dislikes. And also because Sirius likes to look at himself in the mirror.
Tw: Masturbation with your panties, unedited, mdni
Yandere! Clark Kent is so polite. So restrained. Isnât it sweet, the way he jerks off onto the panties he stole from your dirty hamper instead of coming onto you, at least, not yet. It's barely your first night in Antartica, obviously he's going to give you time to adjust!
Though, he will jerk off right in front of you, of course. Kneeling at the edge of the crystal bed, eyes glassy, breath shuddering as he fists himself slow, dark brows furrowing at the feel of the soft lace grazing against his cock.
"You did so good today," he murmurs, almost breathless, as his blue eyes stay fixed on you. "Clinging to me like that mid-flight...I know you were scared, but you held on so tight. My brave girl." He strokes faster, precum slicking over the lace he bunched in one fist - your lace.
"You trust me, donât you? You must trust me if you wrapped your arms around me like that. If you let me bring you home." A soft, trembling groan leaves him. His voice drops to a whimper. The pace quickens, his free hand holds onto yours, bringing your hand to his lips for a quick kiss. "You're already mine, aren't you? Even if you don't say it yet."
And when he finally comes, hot and creamy white, he makes a mess of your panties with a sigh like heâs been absolved of a sin. Smiling, flushed, eyes blown wide with something not quite sane.
"Weâll get there," he promises, licking his lips as he folds the soiled lace carefully, stuffing them in his pocket. "I can wait, honey. Iâve waited so long already."
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