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âYouâd be surprisedâ, said Xaldien, who just lost four followers and received a lovely âmen canât be rapedâ anon shortly after reblogging this the first time.
loganmcowen
Yowch, disgusting.
samurai-ko
If I donât reblog this, assume Iâm dead.
glory-of-hera
Always reblog this
septiplie-der-pool
If you Dont reblog this if u see it then i cant call u my friend
Out of 19000+ followers I have, only one of you actually reblogged about this issue, yet a lot of you have reblogged and liked a picture by playboy about catcalling and that how men should never do it.
Additionally, I have received abuse in my ask box (which I will be answering when I can) and threats. In particular death threats and rape threats.
I can see the real problem here already. Male domestic violence and rape is just invisible in our society because we donât want to talk about this because it just damages the status quo of this fucking website.
sanctuarywitch
Iâm a male victim of child sexual abuse. We matter. Please, reblog this.
stuffie-kitten
Please never forget male victims are real and it can happen to everyone/anyone
probablyromanticrpgideas
Make sure the romance is there on both sides people
tbh thereâs no concrete reason for it, the former one just didnât really do it for me anymore and with the help of my lovely moots I came up with a new (and hopefully permanent) one!
so a little context: the origin of my url is the word eunoia, which means âbeautiful thinkingâ in greek, but since that was *cough* unavailable I resolved to eunoniaa (get it?), for which I give full credit to @dracoscene, since it was her spectacular idea, so letâs give a round of applause for my darling Leahđ§đ»ââïžđ§đ»ââïž
A/N: My first time writing for my Moony boy and I absolutely enjoyed it. Iâm hoping to keep writing for the Marauders in the future as I branch out with my characterizations and so forth. ALSO, please message me to be added or removed from my taglist! xoÂ
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Remus hadnât been forthcoming about his lycanthropic malady when you had started dating. In fact, your relationship had started off as commonplace as possible. A few drinks at the Leaky Cauldron, followed by time spent by the fire in the Gryffindor Common Room. It was simple, and sweet, like Remus himself. As time progressed, he only became more tenderhearted. He would meet you after class, handing you chocolates and the occasional set of flowers.
You and Remus had decided to stay together after the end of your schooling at Hogwarts, moving into a small flat together. It was burst at the seams with warmth and love. Youâd hosted little parties occasionally, gathering around your table with Lily, James, and Sirius, sharing bottles of wine and homemade food.
But every twenty-nine and a half days, youâd become restless by nightfall. Remus would head out into the darkness, returning in the dampness of the dawn, tattered with aches and stinging with scratches. You would retreat onto the couch and simply watch him stumble to the bathroom. Occasionally, youâd ask to help him, but he always refused. Youâd try to do anything to keep yourself occupied as you heard him taking sharp breaths as he bathed, soap burning into the searing cuts on his delicate skin.
you were resting on Blaiseâs bed, your current read held in your hands as the boy clung onto you, face buried in the crook of your neck, his occasional soft kisses making your heart flutter. his hand caressed your side in a comforting manner, it would dip a bit lower and lower with every gentle stroke, making your pulse rise gradually.
âiâve been excited to see you all day, darling.â he whispered into your skin, adjusting so he could get better access to your neck, your jawline and eventually your lips.
your book was cheekily swooped from your hands, landing beside the bed with a âthudâ and you felt him smile into the kiss as he thread his fingers with yours instead, now all your attention focused on him only.
his other hand caressed your cheek, then slid down the side of your neck, ghosting over the fabric stretching over your breast, then your waist, all the way to your lower abdomen, but stopping there, his fingers playing with the loose thread hanging from your jeans.
Can you a Draco Smut where he gets bored and literally just decides to make out with and suck your clit slowly like lazily and teases you into an orgasm?
bored | draco malfoy smut 18+
draco malfoy x fem!reader
summary: dracoâs bored so he decides to eat you out
For some reason, lessons today felt like they had dragged on for far too long. Snapeâs monotone voice had only drowned you deeper into a pit of boredom from where you sat at the back of his DADA lesson during the last period of the day, hoping that time would just speed up so you could spend your Friday evening with your boyfriend.
And finally the time came where Snape eventually dismissed the class, but not without a pile of homework and a stern message about the N.E.W.T exams quickly approaching. You didnât even want to think about any of that right now; N.E.W.T level DADA would be the death of you, you were sure of that much.
âCome on pretty girl,â Draco whispered, his arm tucking around your shoulders, your head leaning on his shoulder slightly as you left the classroom. âYou can nap in my room, or read - whatever you want.â
You smiled at that - you loved Dracoâs room. He was a prefect, not to mention a Malfoy, so he got special privileges; one of them being a room all to himself. His double bed was far comfier than the single you had in your dormitory, which was where you found yourself five minutes later.
Your robe had been ditched; chucked somewhere onto the floor before Draco could even enter the room. You collapsed onto his bed, lying horizontally across the bottom half and staring up at the ceiling as you heard a huff come from Draco. You craned your head in time to see him swipe your uniform off the floor.
Draco didnât even bother to scold you anymore - no matter how many times he said it, you always forgot his ânothing but feet on the floorâ policy. It sort of surprised you when you found out how tidy he was â much more organised than you, who couldnât even be bothered to take your shoes off.
You wiggled your legs which were dangling off the end of the mattress and Draco rolled his eyes, finishing folding your robe and placing it on the back of his desk chair before moving over to your feet. His hand grabbed the back of your heel and he began to undo the laces of your school shoes, staring at you in amusement.
âYou have me running around like a House-Elf for you,â he huffed.
You grinned up at him, lifting your head so you could see him properly. âI know,â you chirped.
A/N // Today I had a little cry about my own fertility and as a result this happened. This is also here to show that despite being a horny hoe and writing smut all the time, I do be having emotions and doing the big sad sometimes xoxo
Your heart sank as you finally flipped over the familiar test in your hands. Youâd prayed that this time maybe your eyes were deceptive and that it would actually be the result you and your husband had been trying so hard to see. Yet again disappointment filled the room. Negative. You were so tired of seeing that result that you didnât even bother showing George the results anymore, not wanting to see the sadness in his face another time youâd tell him the bad news.
Hello!! I really love your writing so I was wondering if you could do an imagine or sth about reader being kind of shy when sheâs having her first time with Fred, because she has never done anything sexual and he wants to see her touch herself and she tells him she doesnât know how to
....basically a soft smut?
if itâs not a problem and you feel comfortable with itđ thank you so so so much!
Hey, anon! Thank you so much for this request â€ïž Sorry for taking so long, I hope you can still enjoy it đ„ș
Explicit content below! It contains mentions of innocence kink, praise kink, masturbation (female receiving).
Word Count: 1,7k.
Although his lips brushed lovingly against your skin, you still felt tremendous humiliation and embarrassment pumping through your veins. You had no reason to feel those things whatsoever, however, your mind had always been a stubborn one, and would never allow you to let go after what you had confessed to him in a rushed whisper.
You did an okayish job hiding your feelings for a while, but Fred eventually caught them on. And they bothered him. It was painful to watch you conclude he would give importance to such a stupid and meaningless detail.
"Hey, listen to me." The languid kisses ceased, and his lips abandoned your jawline. His nimble hands cupped your face, fingers caressing your cheekbones and eyes blazing with an intimate honesty behind fiery red and surprisingly long eyelashes. "Your lack of experience does not make me desire you any less. If anything, I feel so honored to be the first one to see you like this."
based on my previous post I decided I just had to expand on emo george
He dyed his hair black and it was so hot
And added in different coloured highlights for some âšspiceâš
They changed colour depending on his mood which he hoped would be blue but was in fact usually bright yellow like the friggin sun
and he wore excessive rings, earrings, so many (fake but he denied it vehemently) piercings (lower lip, brows, nose), he did however get a real tongue piercing after some kid in the year above called him a âposerâ and he wanted to prove himself, all black outfits, wrist bands, thick eyeliner, the WORKS
He wanted to quit quidditch to sit around and do âšemo tingzâš but Oliver wouldnât let him
He started to really get into Muggle poetry and was OBSESSED with lord byron and the rest of the romantics, it was terrible
Kept talking about how âhumans have gone against Mother Nature and destroyed her legacyâ and how âshe will come back for her revenge one day, a revenge that we will in fact inflict upon ourselvesâ
And jock Fred would just be like âuh... yeah cool dude I have quidditch practice and incelling to do w the boys, cyaâ
And he started really getting into Shakespeare too,, he literally thought Romeo and Juliet was the deepest thing (he had a crush on olivia hussey and leonard whiting)
There was this Slytherin girl who was really sweet but came from a crazy purist family and he convinced himself that he was in love with her
She complimented his rings once and he thought about it for the rest of the week
He thought he was Romeo but he was in fact Juliet (he even fantasised about being on the balcony)
Whenever Fred would talk about thrashing Slytherin and all that stuff, heâd let out this dramatic ass sigh and let his eyes wander in her direction and think about the impossibility yet irresistibility of their âloveâ (theyâd literally only ever spoken two words to each other)
He started smoking ouid
But the poor idiot had no idea what it looked like or what it was so the Muggle dealer he went to completely fucked him over
So he was in fact smoking tea leaves all year,,, it was horrible but he pretended he liked it to keep up the act
He would stay up at night in the common room just so he could stare at the moon and recite some âdeepâ poetry to himself
And then acted like he wasnât totally hoping someone would walk in on him and think he looked so cool when someone did eventually walk in
They did not think he looked so cool however
McGonogall got concerned about him and asked if everything was alright at home ajsudjdndjs
âmy feet are achingâ she complained, trailing up behind george - who had his hand interlaced with hers as he lead her up the winding stairs toward the flat that the twins inhabited above the shop.Â
she heard him chuckle as he walked through the door, ultimately greeted with an empty livingroom - with fred announcing hours before that he was going to spend the evening with angelina.Â
he didnât speak a word, only lead her through the flat and into the bedroom they shared.Â
after closing the door behind them, george turned to face her. âyou okay, angel?â he asked softly, bringing his hand up to cup her jaw - smiling down at the way she leaned into his touch.
she sniffed, âyeah, mâokayâ she echoed. his eyes were soft as he looked down at her, running his thumb along her lip.
âdone so well for me today, so proud of you, babyâ he praised, watching the way that her cheeks tinted a shade of cherry red before she was nodding her head in response.
âproud of me?â she asked quietly, her eyes wide and hopeful as she waited for him to reply to her.Â
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