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a/n: oooohhh i’m whore-knee baby🧍‍♀️just letting y’all know before you read - the reader is a major switch

“Such a filthy little slut,” Ginny grumbled, hand cupping Y/N’s jaw as she spat into her mouth. “Swallow it.”

Y/N did as told, her legs buckling around Ginny’s waist as she used her strength to pull the redhead closer to her needy cunt.

“You want me now?” Ginny scoffed, her middle and ring fingers dragging up Y/N’s sodden folds.

She shuddered at the feeling, nodding desperately under Ginny’s control. Ginny chuckled at the sight.

“Fucking pathetic,” she muttered, her hands leaving Y/N’s body entirely.

Y/N sought for the perfect opportunity, taking it once she found it. She took a hold of Ginny’s wrists, flipping the girl under so she was now beneath her. She caught her off guard, her lips latching onto Ginny’s as her hand came up, caressing her cheek before dropping to rest aboard her throat. Her free hand held both of Ginny’s wrists above her head, sucking and biting on Ginny’s fair skin as she made her way further down. 

Her teeth clamped around a particularly sensitive spot, drawing out a harsh moan from Ginny. She looked Ginny in the eyes, grinning down at the girl as she pushed her underwear aside, roughly running her fingers up her pussy. Ginny squirmed, her hips bucking into Y/N’s hand. Her hands writhed under Y/N’s hold and when Y/N didn’t budge the slightest bit, she gulped. She kept her eyes on Ginny the entire time, her fingers and her mouth working as a team to absolutely destroy her.

“Fuck- please, Y/N,” she begged, her back arching off the mattress as her fingers hit her g-spot.

“Who’s pathetic now, doll?”

honestly tho ginny being a sub >>

Fred Weasley x Fem!Reader + George Weasley x Fem!Reader

Genre: Smut

A/N: There was a really close tie between this and somnophilia but I had to go with this one, sorry lmao. Also, I know I said it was a dom reader but it kind of alternates between the reader and George taking control of the situation.

Her hand gripped George’s throat, his own firm on her behind as she rode his cock. He was blubbering words out, Y/N smirking as she looked over at Fred.

“You see how good I’m fucking your brother, Fred? He can’t even talk.”

Fred let out a lewd moan as Y/N reached over, her hand pumping his base before moving up to his tip. Y/N looked down at George, who she'd given a few seconds of rest as she pumped his brother’s cock.

George looked at her, a silent agreement between the pair, confirming that he’d now take charge. She slowly got off of him, relying on her knees for strength as George pushed her forward by her shoulders, his thumb pressing into the muscle nearby as his other bruised her hip.

He wasn’t going to show any mercy as she played with Fred’s cock, she just knew he wouldn’t with the way he slammed his hips into her behind. She bit her lip, locking eyes with Fred’s as George slid in and out of her.

He was sure to make her feel every inch, basically fucking her like a rabbit once he’d found a rhythm. His skin slapped hers, her hair wrapped around his fingers as he pounded into her, Fred going absolutely feral with her hands and her mouth around his cock.

“Enjoy it while you can, Georgie, ‘cause you’re never getting to touch her like this again.”

Y/N’s chuckled around Fred’s cock, the boy groaning as the vibrations traveled up his body. She pulled off of him for a moment, continuing to pump his shaft as she watched cum slowly beginning to seep from his tip.

“Didn’t take you as one to last very long,” she chuckled again, ushering Fred to his climax as George spread her legs a bit wider, gaining easier access to her cunt.

Louder moans fell from her lips, George gripping her shoulder as his thrusts became harsher and sloppier. He turned her over, her breasts bouncing as he thrusted once more, pulling out before spilling his seed on her warm skin. He panted, laying against the headboard of Y/N’s bed.

“Wow, she’s fucking amazing,” George muttered, more so to himself rather than everyone in the room.

“I’d never lie to you about an outstanding pussy, would I, George?”

Sirius Black x Fem!Reader

Genre: Smut

Italics = Dialogue from Sirius

A/N: This one is fairly short but it’s got to be one of my favs

“Now, take your clothes off and touch yourself.”

Sirius had acquired a shared muggle commodity, after his girlfriend’s parents had sent them in from London; a cell phone. To say that he was having fun with the item was an understatement. From cool widgets and apps, he found many interesting things.

Beyond that, he found a few more things - websites in particular that taught him a lot about what he and his girlfriend were currently experimenting with - phone sex. It was a bit awkward at first but the moment her angelic moans flowed through from the opposite line, he began to palm himself, his eyes fluttering shut at the contact.

“That’s it, princess,” he praised, receiving nothing but a breathy moan.

Bucking her hips into her palm, her fingers pumped in and out of her entrance, thumb stimulating her clit.

“Fuck,” she moaned quietly, walls clamping around her digits.

“Fucking yourself that good, princess?” he queried, shuddering as he ran his thumb over his tip. “I might have to watch you next time.”

“I miss your fingers.”

The tone of her voice was driving him crazy. If he were there at the given moment, he would’ve given her what she truly wanted. But because he wasn’t, he encouraged her to fuck herself with the two fingers that remained motionless.

“C’mon, baby,” he cooed. “I know you can do all four.”

Her fingers found themselves in her cunt, pumping in and out, copying circular motions. Her free hand went up her body, traveling through the valley of her breasts before planting itself around the spans of her neck. Her thumb tugged her bottom lip from between her teeth, Sirius’ pants and groans echoing from the speaker.

“Are you close, my love?”

“Yes,” she muttered, her thumb growing vigorous as it toyed with her sensitive nub.

Sirius’ palm squeezed at his base, his other hand working his shaft and his tip as he too grew closer to his climax. Her legs buckled and her back arched, saliva pooling at the corners of her mouth as her walls clenched around her fingers, her work on her clit becoming sloppy as she released. 

Her eyes squeezed shut, her moans allowing Sirius to cum in no time. She laid near her phone for a few minutes, her and Sirius breathing heavily as they came down from their highs.

“How was it, love?” Sirius asked, his voice groggy from all of the throaty sounds he was creating.

“‘Mazing…it was really good,” she started, getting up to put the shower on for herself. “Though, I really missed having you.”

“Since you missed me so much, I might try recording next time,” he chuckled.

Her end was entirely quiet. Sirius’ eyebrows shot up, a scoff falling from his open mouth.

“And it seems to me that you’re not opposed to that.”

“Certainly not.”

Ron Weasley x Fem!Reader

Genre: Smut

A/N: This one isn’t the best lmao

The moment she’d left her dormitory, Ron couldn’t help himself from staring at the bare skin of her legs. Being a seventh year and wearing a skirt from your fifth year possibly wasn’t the best idea and Y/N would surely agree, seeing as she received disgusting comments from other boys.

“Might as well not wear anything,” one boy snarked.

“Wanna lift that up a little higher for me, love?”

It continued throughout the day, bringing her to a state of annoyance. One boy purposely dropped his pencil. Some would argue that Y/N was too innocent for her own good, and they were entirely correct. She bent over, the skirt flashing a little less than the curvature of her buttcheek, picking the pencil up and handing it back to the boy.

“Here,” she said, offering a sweet smile.

“Thanks,” he smirked, his eyes pasted on her behind as she walked away.

Ron was absolutely fuming and as Y/N approached him on the opposite end of the hall, she could tell.

“What the hell was that?” he grumbled, clutching onto his book as she walked by his side.

“What was what, babe?”

“You seriously- nevermind.”

She was beyond confused, her eyebrows furrowing before they entered the Great Hall. Y/N greeted Hermione with a hug, the spans of her legs on full display as she wrapped her arms around Hermione’s shoulder. Ron cleared his throat, his cheeks flushing pink as he took his seat next to Harry.

“She has no idea, does she?”

“Nope,” Ron quickly muttered, running his hands over his face.

Y/N took a seat, both of the girls confused by the boys’ flustered states.

“What’s wrong?” Hermione questioned.

“Nothing,” the boys spoke simultaneously.

Y/N bit into a grape, the juices spilling over her bottom lip.

“You’re kidding me, right!?” Ron burst out, jumping to his feet.

“What is your problem?” Y/N asked quietly, not trying to make the situation awkward for their friends.

“My problem is that you’ve been acting like a complete-”

“Ron,” Harry warned, his eyes shooting up to the ginger.

Ron took his seat with a sigh, his eyes burning into Y/N’s.

-

“You don’t know what you were doing, huh, princess?”

His cock slid between her velvety walls, hot tears streaming down her cheeks as he’d spent the past half hour eating her cunt. She let out cries of pleasure, cries of pain. She didn’t know if she wanted him to stop or if she wanted him to keep going.

“N-no, daddy!”

Her back arched against the mattress, her cunt abused and her legs sore. His hand groped her breast, the other wiping her tears.

“‘S it too much for you, baby?” Ron asked, his mind going absolutely feral with the way she looked up at him with pouty lips, eyes glossy and red.

“I know you have one more in you, princess,” he cooed, his hips slapping against hers as his arms hoisted her legs into the crevices between his elbows.

Her hips thrashed, bucking into his as her walls squeezed his cock.

“P-lease, daddy,” she cried out, a tear slipping from her eye as she felt the pit in her stomach about to burst.

He pulled out of her, his fingers soon replacing his cock as he brought her to her orgasm.

“Go on - cum for me, pretty girl.”

She did as told, her thighs caving around his hand as her climax washed over her.

“Y’know, sometimes you’re too good of a girl,” he muttered, kissing the skin of her knees as he ran a warm washcloth through her folds.

“So you want me to be a bad girl?”

He looked up at her, that certain look of darkness lingering in his irises.

“Maybe I do.”

16. “Show me how you play with yourself.”

a/n: i’m not sure which one you meant but i’m assuming it’s prompt 16 for smut...buttttt this one is like super short

Hermione laid on her back, Y/N’s eyes stalking her trembling figure.

“Scared, darling?” she asked, her index finger and her thumb cupping Hermione’s jaw.

“N-no,” Hermione stammered, her legs shaking as Y/N had forced them apart.

Y/N’s hand traced up the lace of her underwear, lifting the waistband before letting go, the thin piece of fabric falling back into place with a harsh smack. Hermione yelped at the action, quickly placing her palm over her mouth.

“Don’t be so shy,” Y/N giggled, trying to not break into a full fit of laughter seeing her girlfriend so jumpy around her. “C’mon, show me how you play with yourself.”

Hermione opened her mouth to protest, instead shutting her mouth as she looked at Y/N.

“Be a good girl and listen to me,” Y/N spoke sultrily, the smudged lipstick on her lower lip and the undone buttons of her shirt adding a particular charm. “Now, I don’t want to punish you but if you’re no-”

Hermione’s hands flew downwards, trying her best to work with the rope around her ankles as she shimmied out of her underwear.

“There you go,” Y/N praised her, chuckling as her hips thrashed against her own hand. “‘S not so bad when you listen, eh?”

“N-o,” Hermione sputtered, her fingers toying with her clit. “‘S not bad at all.”

7. “Yell at me again and I’ll give you a justifiable reason to scream.”

14. “Stupid little cunt, you can’t even form proper words.”

36. “I’m gonna mess you up, my love.”

He slammed her back against the door, his fists on either side of her head as he breathed heavily.

“Yell at me again and I’ll give you a justifiable reason to scream,” James panted, his pupils blown as he stared deep into her eyes.

“You won’t do a single thing,” she taunted, a grin splayed on her lips as she challenged him.

“Oh yeah?”

His hand dropped to her throat, the other reaching for the waistband of her shorts as his fingers squeezed at the sides of her neck. She gulped as his hand snaked further into her shorts, cold as ice as they slipped past her underwear.

“You still think I won’t do anything?”

“You’re all talk, Potter,” she spat, a feeling of satisfactory sinking into her as he fumed.

“I’m gonna mess you up, my love.”

“Go ahead. Do it.”

-

His hips slammed into hers, her muscles cramping as he’d dug his thumbs impossibly deep into the dimples of her back. The sound of skin slapping, breaths panting, and strings of curses brought her closer to her orgasm. One hand left her hips, his arm reaching up to wrap itself around her neck.

He let out a chuckle as she groaned, every inch of his clock sliding in and out of her as her back was brought up to his chest. Her hands scrambled for any support, one set her nails digging into his thigh while the other dug into his forearm.

He kept a strong grip on her throat as he spun her around, her back arching against his mattress as he fucked her relentlessly. She was gasping for breaths, her legs growing utterly sore as her nails dug into his forearm yet again.

“Am I fuckin’ you too good, darling?”

Her mouth hung open, nothing but incoherent pleas and moans erupting from her throat.

“Stupid little cunt, you can’t even form proper words,” he scoffed, basking in the way her walls clenched around his shaft.

“You close?”

She nodded furiously, every muscle in her cunt clenching around him as her legs shook violently. Her back arched again, her climax bringing her an extreme state of euphoria.

“Ple-ase,” she muttered, her eyes shutting as her throat grew dry.

“I’m not done with you,” he chuckled. “After that little stunt you decided to pull, you’re in for a long night.”

“Look at you, darling,” Harry cooed, his hands planted onto either side of her hips as she remained face first on his bed.

It’d been a long day for the both of them, the two of them helping Molly and Arthur prepare for Bill and Fleur’s wedding. The house was far more hectic than it was on a regular basis and the two couldn’t help themselves, slipping away from the rackety group into the guest room, their temporary room until it was time for them to leave again. 

Moans and whimpers fell from her lips as Harry held onto the back of her neck, applying slight pressure to the sides of her neck with his fingertips as he effortlessly pounded into her.

She slowly turned her head, chin pressing into the mattress as he began to move at a far more rapid pace. Her breath hitched as he wrapped his arm around her front, his hand toying with her clit. He drew out of her, slamming himself right back into her, doing this over and over until she felt the knot in her stomach growing.

“Fuck, Harry,” she moaned out, tears forming in her eyes as she felt herself unwinding beneath him.

He pulled out of her for a moment, flipping her over so that she was now on her back. His thrusts were slow and complete, his cock brimming her to the max as she clenched around him, a relieving orgasm washing through her body. Harry laid next to her, wrapping his arm around her figure. Their moment didn’t last long though, as Molly’s voice thundered from the living room.

“Fred, would you stop doing that! Now, where are Harry and Y/N?! It’s not even the day of the wedding yet and you guys are already stressing me out!”

Harry and Y/N looked at each other, hurrying to get dressed before scurrying down the stairs, their hair in a mess and their clothing adorned by wrinkles.

Tremayne Clarkson - I was intoxicated and he knew it. I also said I didn’t want to multiple times and we had a mutual agreement that sex would not happen. Has two different sexual violent complaints against him.

Jamaal Rhodes - intoxicated again and he knew it (texts proving it). He admitted in our school hearing to hearing me say he was hurting me but also said he didn’t see it as grounds to stop. Changed his story 3 times. Even in texts stated that he was just “in the zone” or moment.

this one is super short 😬 sorry bubs

if you dont mind with the prompts:

22) “Have you lost your damn mind?!”

30) “Just remember, if we get in trouble, you're deaf and I don't speak English.”

if its too much or you dont wanna do it its perfectly fine love! thanks for reading!

“George, have you lost your damn mind?! I took my eyes off of you for five seconds and you did that!”

Y/N hurried to grab a wash cloth, trying to get the vinegar off of George to her best ability. Cooking with George was Y/N’s favorite thing ever. They called them “cooking dates” and it had become a tradition the moment they started dating. 

“Alrighty George, two tablespoons of cornstarch.”

“Got it.”

“Eight large egg yolks.”

“Yup.”

“Eleven and three-quarter cups, as well as one tablespoon, of sugar.”

“That much sugar?”

“George, just listen to me. I’m the one with the cookbook,” she sassed at him, glancing back to make sure he wasn’t making a mess as of yet.

“A three-quarter cup of heavy cream.”

“Mhm.”

“One tablespoon of virgin coconut oil.”

She heard his chuckle, rolling her eyes as she muttered, “so immature,” to herself.

“A half cup of blackberry vinegar, and while you start mixing that, I’ll get the raspberries from the fridge.”

As she made her way to the fridge, she heard George grunting, giggling to herself.

“Babe, it’s not opening,” he strained, his fingers prying at the cover of the glass jar.

“George, twist it to the left,” she instructed as she went through the shelves, finally finding the carton of raspberries before making her way back to George.

“I think it’s kind of too late for that.”

She looked up, only to find George covered in the beet red liquid, holding the bottle in his hand.

After attempting to clean the rest of the kitchen, Y/N stored whatever of their mixture was left in the fridge before taking George’s hand on hers.

“George?”

“Hm?”

“Just remember, if we get in trouble, you're deaf and I don't speak English.”

super short, buttt, i hope you like it!!

35) “Chocolate comes from cocoa which is a tree. A tree is a plant. Therefore, chocolate is a salad.”

LET ME BREATHE, I CAN’T BREATHE! 😩

1882 Chinese Exclusion Act that prohibited the immigration of Chinese laborers for 10 years

1906 Asian Indians were denied US Citizenship

1924 Immigration Act restricyed all Asians from coming to the United States

AMERICA LITERALLY PUT JAPANESE PEOPLE IN CAMPS DURING WORLD WAR 2

Asian people were just as much a part of America’s history as everyone else but they’ve been completely erased from history.

From LGBT rights to Civil rights to Gender equality, Asian americans have been there fighting for it all but no one ever talks about.

From my own experiences of “casual racism”

The amount of people who think it’s there buisness to ask me where im from then reply with “No where are you really from”

Not to mention the whitewashing in hollywood. Asian roles in hollywood are few and far between.

Growing up all I had was maybe a few characters our of the 100’s of shows and movies I watched.

Young!Sirius Black x Fem!Reader; Reader plays the role of Sirius’ plaything.

Summary: When pushed away by him in front of his friends, Y/N questions where her relationship with Sirius stands.

Genre: Angst & Fluff

Written in third-person point of view.

Warnings: Smoking, sexual innuendos (little to none in the beginning), brief mention of alcohol consumption, & mild language

A/N: I feel like we lack some angsty shit about Sirius on Tumblr, so here you go :)

Word count: 2.0k

Italics = Reader’s internal thoughts

(GIF belongs to @littlemessyjessi​ !!)

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Dont fetishize asians.

Dont make coronavirus jokes about asians. (Yes, it’s still happening, and it’s still a problem.)

Keep the same energy for racism against all asians as we do with other races. That includes more than just east asians. Asia is more than China, Japan and Korea.