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[fuckmymunson]

eddie who has a reputation to uphold, the weird and scary freak who wears chains and big metal rings and always goes on tangents about his hatred for the popular kids, not a sliver of fear or weakness in his eyes. eddie who at the same time never leaves his house without the light yellow scrunchy with daisies on it that you gave him, always on his wrist or wrapped in his hair.

eddie who’s sweet n soft on you in a way he never is with anyone else 🥹

💌 a/n: Oh god, this, this, this, this. Please, I don’t ask for much. I’m so happy to get back to writing! Hope you like it!

🪷 Check my recent poll ¡! 📌

“I lost it” His voice sounded almost defeated, and quite inopportune.

“Eddie!” You jolted in your place, closing the light green locker door. Behind it, there he was, the big, scary, mean freak of Hawkins High. Covered from head to toe in chains, leather, ripped jeans, black, black, all black. With dark, unruly hair and a chunky rings.

But also, with puppy eyes, and a quivering lip.

“You scared the shit out of me, Eds” The frown on your pretty face made his heart jump inside his chest. You were an angel, a sight for sore eyes.

“I lost it” He repeated.

“You lost what?”

“I’m sorry” Eddie looked down, apparently now his Reeboks were the most interesting thing.

“Care to explain what is missing and why are you apologizing?” Crossing your arms over your chest, you waited, for almost three minutes.

“I lost the scrunchy you gave me” He finally admitted, like a criminal at trial.

Eddie heard you sigh, to his ears, was a sigh of disappointment. In reality, it was a sigh of relief. Only Edward Munson knew how to make a simple thing as a scrunchy into a faithful message.

“That’s it? Eddie, it’s just a hair tie” You shook your head, still not comprehending the dimensions of his problem.

“It’s not just a hair tie!” He exclaimed, now almost offended, of course only he could switch mood that easily. A few curious students looked at your way, still wondering how did an adorable piece of cotton and sunshine like you, was dating the metalhead, three-times senior freak of not only high school, but of the whole town.

“Yes it is, love. I can just give you another one, don’t worry— Look, I can give you the one I’m wearing…”

“I don’t want that one” He said, his words sounding almost like a tantrum. “I want the one you gave me on our first date, the yellow one with little sunflowers”

“Daisies, Eddie” You corrected him with a smile. Only Eddie was able to remember such a tiny detail and forget a crucial detail.

Only Eddie was able to make you feel loved, cherished and appreciated. He was so different from every other person you have dated before. He snatched your heart from the very first day and it’s been a daily occurrence for almost a year. The scary, weird freak, the person considered a devil worshipper, the mean senior who had the admirable (or idiotic) courage to stand out against others who felt like they had the right to humiliate and ridicule those who weren’t like them. Your Eddie, the one who broke a jock’s nose one time for slapping your ass walking through the halls. Your Eddie, who waited patiently until every extracurricular activities you were into were over, so he could drive you home and hold your thigh and listen to you throughout the whole ride. Your Eddie, who loved Saturday night because it meant movie night, cuddles and kisses. The mean freak who let you braid his hair, paint his nails, sew his old t-shirts.

The Eddie Munson who was scared of spiders but wasn’t scared of a hundred people crowd. The boy who initiated a food fight at the cafeteria and had to go to the nurses office because an orange hit his eye and he realized he was allergic to them. The man who every Friday made fairy tales, knight stories and evil monsters come true and walk this very earth with just his voice and his imagination at his D&D club. Your Eddie, who on your first date, dropped a chocolate milkshake on top of your white dress, forgot to fill his fuel tank, and had to push his van all the way to the nearest gas station.

That’s how the bright scrunchy ended up in his hair, in a makeshift ponytail that you made by running your delicate fingers through his tangled hair.

That was your Eddie.

Your Eddie. Yours. Yours.

“Fine, let’s go find it” You said, grabbing his hand and kissing his knuckles. “Tell me what you did today…”

Sorry for any mistakes! English is not my first language. Thank you for reading!˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

[fuckmymunson]

thinking abt steve and robin teasing eddie about how nervous he gets around reader and how she probably ruins him in bed.

little do they know, he’s the one that ruins her, teasing her until shes begging him to fuck her and then fucking her into the mattress until she can’t think about anything but him🥴

💌; Oh fuck yeah, definitely. Especially because Robin and Steve helped him to fucking rehearse asking you on a date... Which didn't end up as expected. Not mattress because I'm in the mood of wanting to be fucked in a car sorry I love u anon.

💌; 18+!, smut, minors DNI. Oral sex (m), a lil' of facefucking, the tiniest bit of mean!Eddie (if you squint, like he's not even mean?), dirty talk (he says slut like 1 time), facials <3.

"Again! From the start, come on Munson you can do it" Robin sighed from her place in Steve's couch.

"Can I please take this fucking thing off?" Steve groaned from his place in the kitchen, referring to the cheap party shop wig he was wearing. It wasn't even your hair color.

"No you can't, now bring your ass over here, and please make a better impression, she doesn't sound like that, she's not permanently congested" Robin yelled from the living room and shook her head. "This cheap actresses that I gotta work with..."

"Hey! I heard that!" Steve yelled back. "Can we please focus?" Eddie complained from his spot on the living room as well, rubbing his face with frustration. "She would never go out with me! I can't even talk to her without stuttering and getting all flustered and—"

"But that's why we are here, dumbass" Robin interrupted him, crossing her arms over her chest. "So you can practice your pick-up lines on our cheap harlot" "Hey!" Steve chirped, again. "I'm not cheap!" "So you are a harlot" Robin laughed. "I can't do this" Eddie ignored them, already sinking on a spiral of anxiety and disappointment.

Unbeknownst to him, or anyone really, a certain someone knocked on Steve's front door. Their voices combined and Eddie's tantrum muffled the gentle knocks. The door was unlocked, and you saw Eddie's van, so you might as well just invite yourself in.

As you walked in, your eyes met the back of a leather jacket, Eddie was unaware of your presence as he continued rambling about how much he hated himself for being an illiterate fuck. Robin, on the other hand, saw you— But quickly pretended not to, instead, she pinched the bridge of her nose. She only had one chance to pull this card.

"Okay, Munson. Let's pretend she is here" Robin called your name and that made you stop your tracks. Were they talking about you? A lump of anxiety started forming on the pit of your stomach. "What would you say to her, if you had the damn ability to talk without sounding like an idiot?" "Well..." Eddie sighed, already feeling his cheeks reddening at the thought of your soft, caring smile, to the sweet sound of your voice. "That I like her, so, so bad. That I can't spend a single fucking day without thinking about her. How much I want to fucking yank her and kiss her every time she places a hand on my arm to ask me how my day was. Fuck, I think I'm in love with her. I wish I could tell her how fucking insane I am about her. I just want to make her happy, dude, but I can seem to form a single damn rational thought whenever I'm with her. I probably sound like an idiot" "Probably?" Steve asked from the kitchen's arch frame. He also failed to notice you. "But how in the hell I'm going to tell her all that?" Eddie gripped the end of his jacket with frustration.

"I think you just did, dumbass" Robin smiled and pointed at your direction with her chin.

Both Eddie and Steve screamed your name; One, by embarrassment of you listening to his literal love confession, and the other one because you saw him wearing a horrible, odd smelling wig.

Since then, you two had been dating. At to say it was practically like touching heaven, was bit of a understatement.

Sharing every little moment with him was absolutely amazing.

As time passed, other things started to happen as well...

It started off slowly, both of you exploring each other's bodies, learning what made you moan, cry, scream his name... Eddie was as fast as he was eager. This boy was utterly starved, and he treated you as his favorite desert, or meal, or drink, or whatever.

Robin and Steve usually bothered him of how much of a whiny bottom he was. If he had to pretend Steve was you to fucking ask you on a date (which was a disaster), how could he even have the balls to dom you when the doors were closed? They learned that under your sweet, caring façade, you were quite bossy.

"Eddie, let's go" You frowned, grabbing his arm. "It's getting late"

"But love" He whined, dragging the pet name. Sometimes he could be a pain in the ass. "I don't wanna go yet"

"I don't care, we have school tomorrow, plus you are driving me home. You're not drinking anymore" Your tone was worried and a tad annoyed, it wasn't your best day either.

"Go with your mommy, Eddiebear" Robin laughed, using the nickname she heard from you to tease him endlessly.

"Or else she will spank you" Steve joined, twisting another beer and throwing the tap around his backyard.

"Fuck you" Eddie groaned and flipped them off.

"Not our job, Eddibear" Robin snapped back and the pair started laughing until it hurt.

Eddie pouted the whole ride, already scheming what he had stored for you. You failed to notice how his eyes looked at you from head to toe, feeling already eager to bend you over the kitchen counter and have his way with you.

At the end, he couldn't wait either.

He parked the van next to a closed restaurant, closer to the alley where the trash truck drove by. Dragging you to the back of his vehicle and forcing his cock down your throat. He watched how the tears rolled down your cheeks, and how your hand sneaked between your skirt to finger your already wet cunt. Yanking your hair, he slapped your cheeks a few times for good measure.

"Keep your fucking words in line, okay?" He asked and you nodded weakly. Sucking the swollen, leaking tip of his cock.

"Sorry," You apologized, going down to lick and suck on his balls, making him groan in delight.

"What did you say, slut?" Eddie grunted and yanked your hair to rub his dick in your forehead as you choked on his balls, trying to speak. The muffled sound made him moan, close to cumming.

His hand on your hair tightened and Eddie slid his hard, thick cock inside your eager mouth again, fucking your face without any restrain, already knowing how you liked it, how soaked it made you, and of course, how much he loved it.

"F—Fuck" Eddie whined and came all over your face, pleased with your little cry of satisfaction. He watched you lick him clean and use your finger to smear it over your lips, tasting him, moaning in contentment. "Only I can fucking use you like this, did you hear me, princess?"

"Yes, Sir" You smiled and he leaned down to kiss you, shoving his tongue down your throat. "I love you, Eddie" You moaned against his lips as his free hand came down to pinch your nipples from over your thin tank top.

"I love you, princess" He sighed back, kissing you again.

💌 Bit of a rushed ending? I don't know. Hope you like it! Mwah.

Sorry for any mistakes! English is not my first language. Thank you for reading!˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

[fuckmymunson]

💌 a/n: Tiny fic because a lovely person brought to my attention that I haven't write anything about Eddie and a Inexperienced!Reader. I hope you like it! I don't know why I had a little trouble writing this, considering I'm a sex eminence.

CW: 18+, smut! oral sex (f), PiV sex!, minors DNI!

His tongue traced the curve of your hips, delighted by the scent and the faint taste of your body wash. Your hands caressed his untamed curls, brushing some strands away from his face. 

“Can I?” Eddie asked, as he hooked his fingers on the elastic of your underwear. You nodded, generating a pout from his lips. “Words, Stargirl, words”

“Yes, please” You squealed, feeling your cheeks heat up.

“Good girl” He purred and slid your panties down. 

His strong, calloused hands spread your thighs slowly, admiring every curve and freckle your legs had. You watched him in awe, his eyes dripped with love and adoration, scanning every inch of skin. The vulnerability hit you in a wave of shame. You tried to close your legs but his hands on them prevented you from it. 

“Angel, don’t hide yourself from me” Eddie begged. 

“It was a reflex…” You lied, to which he arched an eyebrow. “Fine, I’m nervous”

“Don’t be” He said, simply shrugging.

“Wha—” You attempted to protest but his tongue sliding between your folds caught you by surprise as your question broke into a high-pitched moan. “F—Fuck”

Eddie hummed, pleased by your reaction as his tongue circled your clit slowly. He knew it was your first time being eaten out, so he wanted to take his time, to see what made you shiver and moan, he had all night after all. 

His mouth sucked on your clit, making your back arch as a gasp escaped from your throat. Your hand tightened its grip on his hair and you saw how Eddie’s eyes rolled to the back of his head, groaning against your pussy. The view was amazing. He worked without problems and before you noticed it your hips were rolling against his face as you rubbed your wet cunt on him.

“Sorry!” You gasped again, releasing his hand from your vicious grip. 

Eddie drew away from your soaked cunt, licking his lips in a sensual motion. “Don’t apologize, use me, princess” 

One of his fingers teased your entrance, slowly pushing in. Eddie was aware of your lack of experience, and he knew the brief details of how disastrous your first time was, so he decided to show you everything you were missing, starting with the basics: An orgasm.

Without hesitation, he returned his attention to your clit, now feeling like a man with a mission. Eddie groaned when he felt a new wave of your slick coating his fingers, he absolutely adored feeling your cunt drowning for him. 

Your moans increased in volume, slowly, since he was working you up slowly. Eddie’s mission was to overstimulate you, not to overwhelm you. 

The constant clenching of your pussy on his finger and how your back arched, how your hand returned to his hair, how you whined his name lost in bliss, the pleasant feeling of being loved that in fact you had never experienced before on its full state, was mindblowing. 

“Cum, please” He mumbled, licking your clit side to side. His voice was low, possessed with lust and desire.

A desire for you.

And you did, you came for the first time ever by another person’s ministrations, not by your own hand. Your legs closed involuntarily, squeezing his cheeks with your soft thighs. Your ears ringed at the pressure, it was fantastic. 

“Look at you, cumming in less than five minutes” Eddie teased, licking his finger clean without any shame. 

“It’s not my fault!” You groaned, pushing him by the shoulder with your bare foot. “Fuck you”

“Okay, if you say so” Eddie replied with a mischievous smile and quickly crouched on top of you. His still-wet lips met your neck, licking it and biting it. “Are you okay with this?” He asked, concern overlaying his voice. He would never do something to upset you.

“It is” You breathed out, still tired from your first orgasm, which made you suspect it won’t be the last one. 

“Can you feel me?” Eddie’s teasing tone returned as soon as he got your consent. His hips rolled against your naked body, rubbing the outline of his hard cock on his jeans on your sensitive, wet pussy. 

“Ugh, yes” You moaned, the sensitiveness enhancing the pleasure. 

It didn’t take him long to strip down and rub the flushed, leaking tip of his cock against your cunt. He tap the tip on your clit a few times for good measure, panting when you cried in pleasure. He wanted it, he needed it. He wanted to show you only he could bring you closer to heaven.

“I’ll be careful,” He said against your lips, as he guided his cock inside you. 

He watched how your body shivered, allowing him in with ease. Eddie stopped halfway, letting you get accustomed to the unusual sensation. When you moved your hips a little, he hissed in delight, trying so hard not to blow his load right there, because Oh God you looked so pretty it was agonizing. 

“Please, move” You pleaded in the sweetest, most adorable voice. 

“Of course, my princess” Eddie compiled and sink all the way in, groaning loudly at the sensation.

Soon, he moved at a bed-pushing speed. Neither of you cared if the whole trailer was shaking by the speed and force of his thrust. He was abusing your poor, tight, and slutty cunt, and you loved it. Eddie closed his eyes, ready to burst.

As if you appeared to read his thoughts, you cupped his cheeks. His chocolate eyes fixated on you, glassy and clouded with craving. “Inside me, please”

That did it. A few more thrusts and thick, hot cum filled you all the way to the brim, you were amazed and taken back by the sensation— But— It didn’t stop there. His thumb traveled down, rubbing your clit whilst he continued snapping his hips against your body at a slower pace. He was purposefully overstimulating himself to make you cum. So, you did, saturated with love and pleasure. Your dripping cunt clenched around him almost painfully, making him whine. It took you more time to recover from this orgasm, feeling drained to the limit.

“Sorry you had to do all the job” You apologized, covering your face with your arms. It wasn’t the first time you felt insecure by not being good enough (sexually speaking) for him. 

“Stop that, we are having a nice moment” Eddie rolled his eyes and laid down next to you, cuddling you, kissing your head. “I will do all the job if I need to, just as long as you are happy”

“I am happy” You replied, kissing his nose. “But I do wish I could do more for you… you know”

“Well, that can be arranged”

“Can I suck you off?”

Eddie blushed, taken back by your sudden boldness.

“Just gimme five minutes”

[fuckmymunson]

Could you do virgin!reader x james potter where he shows her how to touch herself? If you're comfortable ofc!

💌: Yeah but only because I feel guilty for not posting /j.

💌; 18+!, smut, minors DNI. Fingering, tit sucking 🫶🏻.

"Spread your legs wider… yeah that's it" James says with a soft smile. "Good girl" He adds pushing his glasses over his nose.

Your fingers slid up and down your slick pussy, feeling absolutely mortified by being so exposed. This was a bad idea from the beginning, but, there was something about being watched and instructed by James that was thrilling.

And lowkey… hot.

"Now circle your clit with your index finger" James commands, his smile widening when you comply almost instantly. "See? Is that easy"

The way he talks is so sweet in contrast with the filthy way he looks at you. The pressure on your clit makes you release a shaky breath, as your eyes close. You don't hear him moving, and when you open them again James is standing next to you at the edge of the bed.

"Don't close your eyes" His tone his still sweet but firm. "Speed up"

And you do. Tight, fast circles on your clit work wonders. Your body shakes with pleasure, the good feeling crashing in small waves. Your chest rises with longing and that desirable climax is building on your lower stomach.

"Put one finger in" James says in a low, husky voice, leaning closer. He is now sitting at the edge. He presses a soft kiss on your forehead, smirking against your glowing skin.

Following instructions, it doesn't even hurt when you do so. The wet sensation of your tight pussy squeezing your finger it's rather foreign, since it's probably the second time you ever fingered yourself; Something James found baffling.

"Does it feel good?" He purrs in your ear, running his fingers over your neck down to your collarbone.

His index and thumb find your hardened nipple, pinching very slightly. You moan at the feeling, stopping the movements in your pussy for a second. "Don't stop, princess" He says. You resume your movements, sliding your single digit in and out your dripping cunt. "Good girl… now add another finger"

With a slight sting of panic, you nod subtly. Your middle finger joins the first one and this time it adds the tiniest bit of stretch. The discomfort quickly melts when James replaces his fingers on your nipple with his mouth. His tongue flicks the hard nub with practiced ease, enjoying the breathless gasp that escapes your plump lips.

"See? It feels good" He says against your breast, licking it a bit more. "We need to loosen you up a bit more darling, or else my cock won't fit your tight little pussy"

His bold words send another wave of wetness between your legs, as your wrist speeds up a little. "Curve your fingers upwards princess" James then instructs, licking your nipple in the process. His hand sneaks down in between your thighs and his thumb quickly finds your clit.

"Feel that baby?" He murmurs, rubbing lazy circles over your clit. "That's your G-spot"

Then it hits you, and your whole body curves upwards. This is a whole different sensation. You moan louder than before, and James has to bite back a laugh, purposely ignoring the uncomfortable hard on he has inside his trousers right now.

"Keep going, make yourself feel good princess" James says one last time before returning your mouth to your tits and speeding up his motions over your clit.

He sucks on your tits and nipples until they're harder than ever and almost swollen, James absolutely adores your tits, he could suck on them for hours.

Your fingers move and move and every single stroke over that spot James just showed you feels like touching heaven. The wet sounds of your pussy dripping down with desire are sinful and borderline obscene. You begin to moan a bit louder, as your eyes roll to the back of your skull.

James applies more pressure on your swollen bundle of nerves, sending you to another state of pleasure that you could only imagine in your dirtiest fantasies.

The orgasm crashes into your body and every nerve without warning. Crying his name in delight you shut your eyes, the force of your climax forcing your legs to snap close and shiver. Your fingers are now covered in your release, glistening under the dim lights of the room.

"See? Good girl" He praises you, kissing your lips lovingly. James grabs your hand from between your thighs and brings it up to his mouth, licking your fingers clean and humming at the taste of you.

"Are you ready for my cock?"

Sorry for any mistakes! English is not my first language. Thank you for reading!˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

[fuckmymunson]

thinking abt 4/20 w eddie 😌

Yipee! Happy 4/20 babes!

💌; 18+, weed consumption, spicy!

Eddie leans over, slowly. His cold hand squeezes your cheeks in a playful manner. His naked shoulder barely brushes yours, yet the contact itself is enough for your body to react, sending shivers down your spine.

“Open” He whispers, a tiny tray of thick smoke escaping his lips at the action.

The smell of weed is pungent, fills your nostrils mixed with the unmistakable smell of his proximity. His 2-in-1 shampoo, the marlboros he had earlier and a faint hint of cologne, the one you gave him for his birthday.

It floods your mouth and travels all the way to your lungs, slowly like the gentle caress of a lover. The dizziness that follows the kiss it's more than welcomed. When his lips leave yours, no longer merged in a soft embrace, the smile he gives you, so pleased, so in love— Just add a personal hint of euphoria to the smoke session.

With practice, you exhale, closing your eyes and letting yourself go at the feeling.

You don't see it, but the way Eddie looks at you it's so intense it could make you melt in your comfortable spot at the couch. His hand moves away from your mouth, traveling down to your hips. His free hand brings the joint to his lips, inhaling with a smirk.

"You're so pretty" He speaks, closing his eyes, relaxed. His voice, low, raspy and unintentionally sexy makes you giggle. "What's so funny, hot stuff?"

"Nothing, just you" You reply, simply.

"Am I your clown? Is it my purpose to entertain you?" Eddie offers you the joint, to which you just lean towards it, wrapping your soft lips around it while looking at him with those beautiful, seductive eyes.

Those eyes that he loves to look from above.

Eddie feels his body floating as he looks at you take a hit, he is enamored, he is spellbound. You have him in the palm of your hand, undeniably.

He waits until you exhale, so he can take a long, deep hit. He places the still burning blunt on the ashtray at the little coffee table, so he can ravish you. His large frame soon is on top of you, stroking every inch of skin he can reach. He is desperate, he always is.

"I fucking love you" Eddie whispers against your neck, sinking his teeth on the supple flesh. Your taste amazes him every time, and the blood runs through his body quick like adrenaline. "Please be mine forever"

He would beg for your love every day if he had to.

His tongue traces your shoulder, unclasping your bra and throwing it to a forgotten corner of the trailer's living room. His mouth attacks your breasts, savoring you. Only you. Your back arches, and his chest puffs with pride, those sounds that only him can pull from you are his favorite melody. His tongue slides over the bitemark he just created on your left breast, making you shiver.

"You have no idea what you do to me" Eddie says, his voice so, so low he can't even hear himself.

It may be the 20th of April; But his favorite drug is you.

Sorry for any mistakes! English is not my first language. Thank you for reading!˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

[fuckmymunson]

OMG OMG CAN YOU DO MORE OF DARK SIRIUS BLACK

𝐉𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬 — 𝐒𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐮𝐬 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐟𝐭. 𝐉𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐏𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫.

★ CW: 18+, Smut, unprotected sex, cheating, (kinda?) exhibitionism, slight degradation, slapping, (maybe) phone sex, my awful English. | Minors DNI | word count: 1.8k.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

"Have fun, love, but not too much, eh?" Sirius teased his girlfriend, your big sister. Kissing her lips, you felt a wave of jealousy crashing over your chest, wishing it was you who he was kissing instead.

"Is just a road trip, Sirius." Your sister giggled, holding her backpack. "Are you sure you don't wanna come?"

He shook his head, pressing another kiss against her lips. "Nah, girls' weekend, have a rest from me, babe, you deserve it. Tell Mrs Moony I say hi." And with another round of goodbye kisses, she left, leaving you two alone in the small flat. 

You moved to the city with your older sister who was thrilled to have you with her, and her boyfriend Sirius who was practically living there too. In the beginning, the relationship between you and Sirius was a little awkward; He was so flirty and touchy, so your sister and her friends, (who also happened to be his friends) explained to you that Sirius was just being himself. Then, everything took an… interesting turn. Noticing how his eyes lingered over you, wearing those short summer dresses, how he smirked at the sight of you bending down to pick the cans of beer from the living room, giving him a slight peek of your pretty cunt pressed against the pink fabric of your panties, how much he enjoyed braiding your hair, his fingertips brushing your neck, making you shiver. 

The little attempts to catch his attention were painfully obvious. You felt guilty, of course, he was your big sis’ boyfriend for god's sake! But you couldn’t help it, he was too charming for you to simply ignore him, with his breathtaking grey eyes, his sexy smirk and the way his fingers trailed your shoulders when you were wearing those tiny tank tops… I mean, give yourself a break!

“Um.” You cleared your throat, trying to push away the image of his lips all over you to the back of your head. “I’m gonna go take a shower.” Standing up from the living room, hearing him chuckle, you rushed to the bathroom, locking the door. 

The cold water ran through your body, in a desperate attempt to cool down the burning feeling of desire you had for your sister’s boyfriend. 

Grabbing a near towel hanging on the grab bar, you wrapped it around your naked, wet form just in time to remember how you forgot a dry set of clothes. You cursed under your breath while opening the bathroom door so slowly it seemed like it took forever to walk through, looking at both sides of the tiny hallway, relieved to see it empty. After tiptoeing to your room, next to your sister's, Sirius's voice coming from the tiny gap of the open door caught your attention, the curiosity getting the best of you leaned closer. 

“I swear, Prongs.” He was on the phone, presumably with James. "She’s so fucking hot, and I have to spend the weekend with her, have you seen her? I want to devour her.” His words made you gasp, quickly covering your mouth with your hand, hoping he hadn’t heard you. “She loves to act dumb, mate. I’m starting to think she’s actually that dumb. Better for me, I like em' more when they only have air inside their cute little heads.”

James must have said something funny on the other side of the line because Sirius started laughing. You’re about to leave, one hand still on your mouth and the other clutching tightly at the towel covering your decency when the door opens. 

"Whoa, look who we've got here." Sirius is standing next to you, phone pressed against his ear and a pleased smile on his handsome face. “Guess who was eavesdropping on our little chat, Prongs?”

“I didn’t hear anything, I swear.” The lie rolled down your lips and before you could take a single step, a ringed hand is pressed against your hip, making you squeal.

“Spare the lies, love.” Sirius practically drags you inside the bedroom, closing the door with his foot. “Be a good girl and lemme see you, come on.”

Your body tingled with courage at first, the hunger in his eyes sending you a wave of courage, and soon, the towel pooled at your feet, exposing your naked form to your sister's boyfriend, who eyed you up and down and licked his lips. “Gorgeous.” He whispered. The way he approached you made you shiver in anticipation, feeling defenceless. “So this is what’s gonna happen, pup.” Placing the phone on the bed, he pressed the speaker button. “I’m gonna fuck you in your sister’s bed, and Prongs here is gonna hear all of it, okay?.” You nod but is not enough for him. “Ask me for it, let Prongs hear you.”

“Please fuck me in my sister’s bed, while James’s on the phone.” There was no turning back. The words felt unreal, and the crimson blush that followed them only amused Sirius beyond limits.

Then, he kissed you, and the way he did was so passionate it took away every hint of common sense you had left. His tongue took its time exploring your mouth, delighted at the taste of your lips. He was a very good kisser. Pushing you to the bed, he caged you with his body, wasting no time licking and biting your neck, his rings scraping the supple flesh of your tits. The loud moan that escaped your lips made James groan on the other side of the line.

“You want Prongs to jerk himself with your pretty noises, pup?” Sirius breathed against your chest, only to bite your nipple making you moan again. 

“Yes, please.” You begged, James was also insanely hot, with those broad shoulders, that American tan and those pretty messy curls, countless times you had daydreamed about tugging them while he's burying his face between your thighs. 

“I can’t say no to that.” James chuckled and you heard the clear sound of a zipper being pulled down. 

A finger slides across your folds, gathering the increasing dampness, causing you to whine. “Focus on me, doll, I’m the one making you feel good.” It sounded more like a threat. Either way, you whimpered in agreement. “Look at you, your pussy is basically dripping f’me.” To remark his words, he inserts two fingers, prompted to curl them. The new feeling made you cry with pleasure. “There we go, so eager, aren’t you?”

No one had ever touched you like that, he seemed to know exactly what to do for you to become putty in his hands. The lewd sound of your pussy clenching on his fingers and your moans are music for his ears. “Please.” You beg again when his palm scratched very lightly your clit.

“Please what, baby?” Sirius asked, acting innocently, repeating the action. 

A few moans distracted you from his question, licking your lips at the sounds of James jacking off and his occasional groans, you closed your eyes picturing the scene, his shirt being held up by his teeth, his glasses sliding down his nose from the sweat, his sweatpants tugged down just below his thighs, stroking his hard cock up and down, up and down at the sound of your moans… Speaking of moans, a loud one escaped your lips when Sirius’s hand slapped your pussy far from delicately, another warning. “I asked you a question, are you dumb?”

“Please fuck me, Siri, please” The answer earned your a groan from both men, the mere sound almost sending you over the edge. 

“You really want that, love? You want me to fuck you dumb in your big sister’s bed?” 

Fuck.

“Do you want me to use you like a little toy? My little toy?” His words are relentless, determined to not give you a break. “I’m sure you do, pup. I can fucking see the way you drool for me, your sister’s boyfriend.”

“What a dirty little girl…” James moans. 

“Wearing those little dresses, batting those pretty eyes at me, begging for me to fuck you.” Sirius pulled away from you much to your displeasure, removing his shirt and his jeans as quick as his hands allowed him. 

Having him naked was a whole different experience. You've seen him without a shirt countless times, trying to be discreet (and failing miserably), spellbound at the way his arms flex, at his black tattoos, bold and dangerous, just like he is, but to actually have him like this was an experience of a lifetime. While torturing you, he stripped away every piece of clothing from him parsimoniously until he's fully naked, and you're now certain you like everything about him.

“Can’t wait to make you mine.” He growled, opening your legs and with one hand coating his hard length with your lovely fluids. He slid in with a swift thrust, almost bottoming out. " Fuck, if I knew this beauty was so tight, I would've fucked her months ago." 

“Is it better than her sister’s?” James teased Sirius, making you moan in the procedure.

“Way fuuuuucking better Prongs.” And living up to his words, Sirius's pace is merciless, the obscene sounds of his thrusts and how your puffy cute pussy clenches around him made James moan louder through the phone, and you can hear the wet sounds his cock is making against his hand. “You hear that, love? Prongs s’gonna cum with the thought of your adorable pussy.”

James’s loud groan indicated to you that he did in fact cum.

“You like it when your sister’s boyfriend makes you his personal slut?” His hand reached between your bodies, rubbing your clit in tiny shapes. 

“Y-Yes!” The desperation in your voice is priceless. “Fuck, p-please.”

“Are you gonna cum? Pretty girl?” James’s hoarse voice next to you almost felt as if he was right there. “Are you gonna make a mess on Pads’ cock?”

“I can feel your tight pussy swallowing my cock, sweetheart.” The man above you is wild, driving you insane.

“Are you gonna milk his cock like the good girl you are?” 

“Fuck, s’good.”

Sirius groaned lewdly at the way you came, squeezing him impossibly harder, feeling you come undone under him, seeing the way your back arched in pleasure, how your eyes rolled to the back of your skull, and the sweet, sweet way you yelled his name. The warm feeling of hot, strings of cum inside you is literally overwhelming, and when he pulled out, you can feel it almost squirting out of you, making a mess on the purple bedsheets. 

“Such a mess.” He panted, running a hand through his hair. “You better wash those sheets, lovely, unless you want your sister to know I fucked you dumb in her bed.”

“Fuck, she can make a mess on me whenever she wants.” 

“You hear that bunny? What do you think if we invite Prongs for breakfast tomorrow?” Long fingers gather some of his cum and yours, pushing it back inside your empty hole. 

“Only if she’s the dessert.”

Sorry for any mistakes! English is not my first language. I appreciate any feedback!˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ 

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could you write an angst thing where reader finds out sirius only started dating her for a bet but she doesn’t take him back? like he admits to what happened and says he actually ended up falling for her but she decides to leave him anyways? idk it just pisses me off when the reader is so forgiving like i would never recover from that 💀

Liss is my Hufflepuff OC, lol. Hope you like it! Thanks for the ask♡.

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When you woke up that morning, you didn't have any plans to eavesdrop on your two best friends' conversation.

It just sort of happened.

The long, old and dusty tapestry covered your entire figure, from head to toe. A clammy hand was pressed against your mouth, as you listened to a conversation that was supposed to be private. The worn material was see-through enough to let you figure out who was who, and if their voices weren't enough, you recognized the yellow and red jumpers.

“Please tell me you are joking, Lilly. Please.”

“Liss, you can’t say a thing, less to y/n.”

Your stomach twisted in anxiety; They were hiding something, a secret.

“Lilly,” Liss spoke again, she was mad, you could always figure it out by how her accent deepened. “This isn't fair.”

“I know it isn't.” Lilly agreed with her, mirroring the other girl's frustration. “I overheard it from a conversation between James and Sirius.”

Your stomach made another painful jolt at those words, your boyfriend, Sirius, was hiding something, and not only your two best friends know, James, Lilly’s boyfriend, knew too. The loud click of the clock hung up on the stone wall was all you could hear for a few minutes, minutes that felt like hours.

“I'm going to tell her,” Liss said, scoffing loudly. “This farce needs to stop.”

“Hey!” Lilly grabbed her hand before the Hufflepuff girl could walk away. “Believe me, there’s nothing more I want than to tell her what's going on.”

“And then?!”

“It's not our responsibility, Liss.”

“But as her best friends—”

“Liss! Sirius is the one who needs to be sincere about this!”

So he was hiding something. The nauseous feeling only gained weight inside your stomach, all the way to your chest. Your lungs struggled for air, the whole hallway felt suffocating, and you could taste the vomit in your mouth.

“He’s not going to! He’s going to keep lying to her! Because that's what he's been doing the past three months!” Liss practically shouted.

Three months, three months ago Sirius asked you on a date.

Three months ago he kissed you next to Blake Lake.

Three months ago he asked you to be his girlfriend.

“What do you want us to do then?” It was Lilly’s turn to shout, swinging her hands in the air.

“For Helga’s sake, for being Head Girl you are such an idiot! We have to tell her Sirius is only dating her over a stupid bet he had with the boys! I don't give a fuck if it’s not our responsibility! She’s our best friend!”

And with those three words, your whole world shattered, just like your heart.

Over a bet.

One of them stormed away, quickly followed by the other, but it didn't matter much, all you could think about was those three words.

Over a bet.

You released a breath you didn't know you were holding. The world felt distant as if someone used a spell to stop time, even the seconds felt slow; The tears were silent but the thoughts inside your head were messy and loud. The anxiety, the shock, the anger, the sadness, everything was mixed, combined into this big, green monster that threatened your satiny.

With shaky steps, you walked towards Gryffindor’s common room, knowing that's where your beloved boyfriend was going to be. And he was, leaning against the stairs as he talked with Remus.

“So I told Prongs— Oh hey, doll.” He smiled the second he looked at you, a smile that faded when he noticed your teary cheeks, your puffy eyes, and how you carried your broken heart in the palm of your hand. “What's wrong babe?”

He sounded worried, but you knew better. It was a lie, just like everything else had been, for the past three months.

Remus gasped in shock when your hand collided with Sirius's pale cheek. The whole world froze again, but this time the sadness and anxiety were far gone, there was only anger.

“What the fuck—” Sirius started, but you quickly stopped him, pushing him. You were never the one for violence, but this time it just felt right.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” You asked through hiccups. “A bet? That's all I am?”

His grey eyes melted, you could read the guilt, but it was fake, it had to be, just like his love was, fake. Everything was fake. All the kisses, all the dates, all the late-night conversations, everything.

“I—” He said, stuttering, glancing up at you with his doe, breathtaking eyes. “I'm sorry.”

“I'm sorry.” He repeated, biting his lip.

“Over a bet.” You hissed, nostrils fluttering with rage. “And for what? To boost your pathetic ego? To prove you can pull every girl you want?”

“I didn't—” Sirius choked, with his own words, with his lies. “I tried to call down the bet, I promise.” He promised, just like he promised he loved you on your second date, holding your hand, stargazing. “I tried to when I realized I was falling in love with you.”

In love, those sweet words only fueled your anger.

Remus, who looked beyond embarrassed, stepped away, slowly, silently.

“And you.” Your attention was now on the tall boy, and he shrunk in his place. “You knew. You fucking knew!”

“I'm sorry,” Remus muttered, blushing, even the tip of his ears were crimson. “I tried to talk to them about how wrong it was—”

“Save it for later.” You snapped, flipping him off. “I wouldn't be surprised if you started dating Liss over a bet too.”

His honey eyes widened at your words. “N—no!” He replied, shaking his head. “I promise!”

“Sweetheart, please,” Sirius spoke again, diverting your attention from Remus who used it as an opportunity to run away from the catastrophe.

“Don't call me that!” The tears made their way again down your cheeks. “Don't ever speak to me again.”

“y/n, please.” Sirius pleaded, standing up. “I love you, I do. I know it was wrong, I know it shouldn't have done that.” He continued, word after word, he rambled, about how much he loved you, about how hard he fell for you, about how special you were.

“I love you.”

He was crying. The tears were like shiny diamonds, staining the marble stairs.

“I love you.” He whispered again, as the remorse and shame coated him.

Sirius shouted your name, as you walked away, away from him, from his love, from his lies. Back facing the man who fooled you. You heard his pleas, his promises, but those were lies too.

Your first relationship was over, dramatically, it even felt like a novel. That night, you laid in bed, safely wrapped under your duvet, crying your heart out, over a bet, over what could've been.

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There was something endearing in the praises that fell from his lips at any given moment. Most of the times it was automatic, Sirius would congratulate you, cheer you, praise you for literally anything.

But his favorite time? Was when you were going down on him.

"There you go, good girl." He coos as you squirm on top of him. "Love it when you ride me, princess." His hands rub your sides, lovingly. "I'm so proud of you, taking me so well."

You moan, your body involuntarily letting go for him. His casual dominance was intoxicating. "Am I your good girl?" The breathy question makes his hard cock twitch inside you.

"My pretty, insaciable, good girl."

Your boyfriend's fingers dig in your soft naked skin as he guides you up and down his cock, murmuring compliments that only rail you further up to oblivion.

"Yeah, just like that, princess." Sirius kisses your neck, nibbling gently. "So beautiful, so good f'me. So fucking hot when you let me bury my cock in your tight pretty pussy."

"Fuck." You gasp, dragging the word as he hits tilt again, and again. "Fuck, fuck. Love it. Love your dick."

"I know you do." Sirius complies, bringing down his hand to rub your clit. "Shit— Go princess, so perfect for me. Your pussy was made for my cock, right? Yeah, that's right. Can't wait to cum inside you…"

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🔮 sirius black with a size kink?

...Yummy. Thanks for the request ♡.

18+, smut, postAzkaban!Sirius, didn't specify reader's age, but it's over 18, so yeah, do as you please ☆

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You hated this place, it was so… dark and gloomy.

Walking around the lugubrious living room, you sat next to the fire, not only was this godforsaken house extremely creepy, but it also was extremely cold.

“Hope you don’t mind an old man’s company.” You heard a deep, masculine voice behind you.

Standing up, you sighed in relief, smiling back at the owner of the house. “I’m sorry Mr. Black, I didn’t heard you.”

“I should be the one apologizing, dear.” He smiled wider, holding a cup of presumably firewhisky in his ringed hand. “And skip the formalities, you can call me Sirius.”

“No problem, Mr— Sirius.” You corrected yourself at the last minute, earning you another wide grin.

His smile. Godric. There was something about that smile that made your insides stirr with nervousness. Perhaps it was the huge crush you developed the moment you saw him walking through the kitchen door on your first meeting as an official member of the Order. Or perhaps it was your incessant desire for older men. Who knows?

“Good girl.” He took a seat on the nearest couch, patting the cushion next to him. “Don't mind me, take a seat, make yourself comfortable.”

«Good girl. He called me a good girl.» You thought, flustered.

Taking a seat next to him, you gulped when he patted your thigh with a juvenile glow in his grey eyes.

“Are you cold, darling?” Sirius asked, swirling the liquor in the glass, the soft sound of ice rattling against each other.

“A bit, yeah.”

He pursued his lips, taking a long drink. “Poor thing, let's change that, shall we?”

His hand slid over your thigh, finding its place on your waist. The request was unspoken, but he only needed to look in your eyes for the silent answer and permission. Sirius grabbed your hand as he guided you upstairs, locking the door of his bedroom behind you.

“I know this house isn't exactly cozy.” He placed the empty glass on his nightstand. Sitting on the edge of his crimson bed and promply hiding his face in your neck. “It's old, boring and frigid, but—” He kissed your neck, his cold lips making you shiver. “I can warm you up. I see the way you look at me, sweetheart, and believe me it's very much reciprocated.”

“Is it really that obvious?” You shyly mumbled.

He found your reactions simply amusing. “A bit.” One hand squeezed your cheeks. “But I don't mind, in fact— I'm honored by such a beautiful little thing like you would look at me.”

Was he kidding?

He was absolutely gorgeous. Aging like fine wine. He towered purposely next to you on every meeting, placing his big hand on your shoulder while talking to you, always looking for the tiniest excuse to have any sort of physical contact with you.

A lingering touch, his chest pressed against your back while walking though the crowded room. He was taller than you, and the way he looked down, at you, was enough to make you squirm like a schoolgirl.

By the time he slid inside you, your whole body was ready to combust into lust flames. He was bigger than you imagined, not even in your filthiest dreams you imagined Sirius Black would have such a breathtaking cock. And breathtaking was the perfect word to summarize it.

He groaned in raw delight, his black curls painted with light gray lines framing his high cheekbones, true royalty. “You’re so thigh, fuck.”

“You’re just so f–fucking big, Sirius.” You moaned, pressing your forehead on his naked shoulder.

“Yeah?” He purred, hands firmly gripping at your hips, sliding you up and down his length. “Is that so? Is my cock too big for you?”

Nodding feverishly, you cried in pleasure, desperately wrapping your arms around him. Sirius chuckled breathlessly and secured you around his strong, tattooed arms. The overwhelming sensation of the tip of his cock bulging in your stomach was straight out of this world.

“You like this big cock inside you, puppy?” He growled in your ear, manhandling your ass.

“Uh-uh.” You mumbled, dizzy, lost in the gushing sounds of your slick and skin slapping against his bare thighs. “S’good.”

“I'm sure you do.”

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𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐲 𝐅𝐨𝐨𝐥 — 𝐒𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐮𝐬 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤

★ Request: Dark!Sirius Black, prompt words: Bullet, graveyard shift, sinner.

★ CW: 18+ DARK SMUT, NON-CON, religious corruption kink, disrespecting holy items, nun!reader, loss of virginity, BLOOD, unprotected sex, choking, breeding kink, (barely there?) dumbification, not exactly dirty talk but kind of?, dacryphilia, not edited/proofread! lmk if I miss a tag! | Word count: 2,8k. | Minors DNI.

★ a/n: Requested by 📸 anon, hope you like it!

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Walking under the pouring rain, the half-moon and stars hidden behind the big, dark clouds of autumn, side by side with sister Lisseth, who was explaining to you tonight's divine office. Crossing the open gates of the graveyard next to the cathedral, holding the skirts of your habit, the atmosphere felt heavy the moment you stepped inside the holy property.

“I promise you the night will go in the blink of an eye.” She spoke, her green eyes glowing softly at the oil lantern she had in a pale hand. “You know your divine office, right?”

“Yes.” You nodded, obedient as always. “Ten Hail Mary Prayers, fifteen prayers for Our father and the Rosary for the salvation of the poor souls who had left this earth too early.” Your sister looked pleased with your answer and handing you the oil lantern as well as an umbrella, identical to the one she was holding, she guided you to an empty mausoleum, which would be your shelter for that night.

“God blesses you, sister.” She smiled, holding your hand. “Repeat with me the night shift praying.”

“Dear God, Father of our Lord Jesus Christ.” The two nuns spoke in unison, the rain around them acting as a sweet lullaby to their prayers. “Remember those who labour and toil while I eat and rest. Bless those who go unseen during night hours. Strengthen those who ply their trade after the setting of the sun. Amen.”

“I’ll see you in the morning, please take care.” Before leaving, Sister Lisseth spoke words that left you slightly puzzled.

After a few minutes of silent prayers, the night shift you were committed to finally started. Walking through the rows of graves and tombstones, murmuring merciful prayers clenching the red rosary tight against your chest. The rain stopped after a few hours and returning to the empty mausoleum, you folded the black umbrella, ready to continue with your night prayers.

“In the name of the Father, and the Son, and of the Holy Spirit, amen.” Your voice resounded in the ancient stones, in the names of the departed. Hands clasped together still holding the crimson beads in a devoted sight. “In times of sickness and death, prayers are the best means of consolation, comfort and help that people can give. Let us now begin this Rosary by calling on our Blessed Mother Mary to pray for us now as we pray for all of the poor unfortunate souls who had left us too early…”

A loud crack was heard in the distance, followed by a low growl, something that sounded too similar to a whimper of pain. Remaining still on your knees, you muttered a quick prayer for protection, feeling your heart speeding up in a split second. Maybe is just a stray dog who got hurt, that made a lot of sense, a dog.

“God of heaven, You called them from this life. God of Mercy, fulfil their faith and hope in You.” You continued the prayer, eyes darting at the abyss of darkness that unfolded before you. “Lead them safely home to heaven to be with You forever, filled with joy and peace in Your presence. We ask this through Christ, our Lord. Amen.”

With every second that passed, the sounds got louder, heavier, almost as if they were steps, that was slowly approaching you. Standing up abruptly, one hand clasping the holy figure and the other holding the oil lantern, narrowed eyes, scrutinizing the dark corners and paths of the graveyard, looking for the source of the sounds. Amazingly, a tall figure emerged from behind an old oak tree, limping and curling in its own figure. The rain enhanced the smells of the forest next to the cathedral, the scents of musk, moist grass and tar flooding your nostrils, and, the unmistakable metallic smell of blood.

“Who are you?” Your question made him raise his head, it was a man. An injured man. He was a few inches taller than you, he looked ragged and dejected, he wore an old grey coat, wet with the rain and ripped in a few spots. His eyes were also grey, sparkling with the dim lights of the lantern, his chiselled cheekbones and jawline were painted with droplets of blood, the light shadow of his facial hair enriching his pale skin.

Instead of answering your question, the stranger approached you a little more, one hand firmly resting against his stomach. “You’re hurt.” You acknowledged his damaged state, and he nodded weakly, his eyes giving you a silent plea.

Placing the lantern on the floor, you approached him this time, worried and ready to aid a stranger in disgrace. You were so blinded by your kind heart, that you didn’t notice the devilish smirk in his eyes. Helping him take a seat on the edge of the empty mausoleum, you kneeled next to him, moving his hand gently to asset the damage. “What happened?” You asked, alarmed by the amount of blood.

“I was shot.” He explained briefly, making you gasp. His voice was calm, too calm for someone who had been shot, but you were too worried to notice that too. “I need you to help me, Sister.”

“Of course.” You nodded, a determined fire in your eyes. This is what God would’ve wanted, to help a wayward soul. “We can go back to the cathedral, I’m sure Sister Lily will be of help, she is a really good healer and—”

“We don’t have time, Sister.” He interrupted you, placing a hand on top of yours, guiding it to his wound. “I need you to remove the bullet, with your hands.” A surprising gesture appeared on your face, almost making him chuckle. “Please, it hurts so much.” His wince was too convincing.

Swallowing all the panic and fear, your shaky hand darted over his wound, a few centimetres next to his belly button. When your soft fingers slid inside the wound, he hissed in pain, and you flinched in disgust and anxiety, it was horrible, and the sensation was one you would never forget. Sliding another finger in, your fingertips bumped with a small object and curling them gently over the silver bullet, you pulled it slowly, afraid of hurting him more. The whole time you avoided his gaze, afraid to break down at the pain he had to be experiencing. The clammy sensation of blood clots and skin made you gag, tears prickled in your pretty eyes, the sound of your fingers leaving the wound was so disgusting you miraculously suppressed the urge to vomit.

“Thank you, Thank you.” He whispered, letting out a satisfied groan, his voice echoing in your ears.

“We need to go back to the cathedral, the wound is deep, it needs to be cleaned.” Your voice was supposed to be confident, but it came out shaky and nervous, still in shock, looking at your bloody hand holding the silver bullet in awe.

“There’s no need, Sister.” This time, you lifted your eyes, meeting his and feeling your heart-stopping at the smirk he wore on his Adonis's face. “The bullet was the only thing preventing my body from working as it should be.”

Right before your eyes, the wound started closing, the skin stretching and then shrinking, until there was no wound, the only evidence of an injury being the blood stains and a very faint silver scar. Mouth wide open, you gasped again, this time in total fear.

“Who are you?” You repeated the question from earlier, your hands quickly reaching for the crimson rosary, the same colour as the blood in your fingers.

‘Sirius Black.’ He said, as cocky as he could be. Black, you had heard that last name before. Before, sure, but where?

Then, it hit you.

“Black.” You repeated out loud. “Just like the family who was murdered a few days ago.” The exact family who was buried in the graveyard you were now stuck in, in an ostentatious marble mausoleum, a few yards away. “Mother, Father and only son were found dead in the Black manor.”

“That was my family, yes.” He looked amused by your reactions as if he was playing with you. “Not by my hand, unfortunately.” A weak whine fled your lips by his words, making him chuckle.

“Please, don’t hurt me.” You begged, scared, holding the rosary in your chest.

“I’m not going to hurt you, Sister.” The way the holy title rolled down his tongue was different, it sounded blasphemous, sinful. “You helped me, and you deserved a reward for your kind heart.”

“Mother of Mercy, our life, our sweetness and our hope. To thee do we cry, poor banished children of Eve, to thee do we send up our sighs, mourning and weeping in this valley of tears.” You whispered hurriedly, terrified, the tears rolling hotly down your cheeks, your words only making him laugh again. “Turn then, most gracious Advocate, thine eyes of mercy towards us, and after this, our exile, show unto us the blessed fruit of thy womb, Jesus.—”

“Praying won’t save you from me, little one.” He interrupted you, again, cupping your face with one hand, harshly pulling you closer to his face, you continued with the prayer. “Oh, sweet Virgin Mary. Pray for us, O Holy Mother of God, that we may be made worthy of the promises of Christ.” He joined the prayer, mocking your voice and laughing darkly at your tears. “Oh, sweet virgin.”

His lips were pressed against yours, swallowing the sob that emanated from you. Sirius could taste the salty flavour of your tears, fueling his increasing arousal. He felt hungry, starving, and the only thing he wanted to ravish was you. You tried to push him away, a desperate attempt to escape his claws, but he was monstrously strong. Standing up, he grabbed your coif, snatching it away from your head, letting your hair exposed to the night air. One hand grabbed a fistful of your hair, dragging you inside the cold mausoleum with him. Kneeling next to you, just like you did minutes before, he licked your tears groaning at the taste. “So pretty.” He whispered before kissing you again, the goal of ruining you being the only one inside his twisted mind.

“Our Father, who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name; thy kingdom come; thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven.” You cried, desperate for salvation, squeaking when his cruel hands slid inside your tunic, groping your thighs and loosening the fabric. “Give us this day our daily bread, and forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those who trespass against us; and lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil.”

“Amen.” He finished the sentence, smiling. His fingers twisted your nipples, torturing you beyond limits. “Answer me, Sister, are you a virgin?” The painful moan from your part answered his question, but he wanted verbal confirmation. “Answer me, little one.”

“Please, please don’t.” You cried, a cry that broke into a choke when his thumb circled your clothed clit.

“So, you are.” He repeated his actions until he was satisfied by the subtle wet patch in your cotton underwear, as white as your coif, as pure as your heart. “Then I’m sure I will enjoy ruining you more, my sweet virgin.”

He slid one finger, only one, and it hurt. The slick between your legs was providing him with enough lubrication, but the intrusion was too much. “So tight.” He pointed out, kissing your jaw. “Can wait to rip you apart with my cock. Break this tight cunt in two, if I’m feeling clement enough, perhaps I can bless you with my baby, don’t you think? Sister.” Curling his finger, he seized from the way you rocked your hips involuntarily, adding a second finger, the burning sensation of being stretched by his digits overwhelmed your head.

“I believe in one God—.” You tried to continue, believing so foolishly in the superior being that could pull you out of this misery, your voice cracked at the way he curled his fingers again, hitting that spot that made you moan in pleasure, a guilty pleasure. “the Father almighty, maker of heaven and earth, of all things visible and invisible… Fuck.” You gasped when his thumb met your clit again, the bliss of an orgasm clouding your head.

“That’s it, little one.” Sirius cooed at you. “Let yourself go, there’s nothing bad about pleasure, on the contrary, why would God give you such a gorgeous body and not put it to good use?” He added a third finger, and the pain returned. Biting your lip, you sobbed at his words, feeling so guilty for getting any pleasure from this sinful act, you made a celibate vow, and you tried to remember the celibate prayer you spoke out loud in the cathedral a few months ago when you decided to change your life and be faithful to your one and only God.

“I-I ask you, Jesus, to fill my sexuality with your holiness, to strengthen me and restore me in your n-name.” Every word was harder to pronounce than the one before, Sirius was kissing your neck, nibbling at the flesh and leaving purplish marks. Everything was getting blurry, your head was floating, the sensations were too powerful.

“So dumb.” Sirius mocked your pout, removing his fingers from your aching pussy, swirling his tongue over his wet digits, wet with your arousal, with your sin. “Such a holy fool.” Unbotting his trousers, you gasped in shock, knowing well what was about to happen. Trying to move was useless now, he had you caged, and when he lined up with your throbbing cunt, he smiled almost gently. “Don’t worry, Sister, I will make you feel good.”

The pain was unimaginable.

Even if he attempted to prep you beforehand, his fingers weren’t compared to his cock. Sirius groaned, delighted by the way your velvety virgin walls suck every inch of him. “So greedy.” He growled, moving until his hips collided with the back of your thighs. “So tight, such a holy cunt.” Dragging his length out of you, the crimson sheer layer that covered it only thrilled him even more. Leaning down to kiss you, he drank your desperate cries, hands pressed on your thighs opening your legs even further if it was possible.

Next to you, discarded and forgotten, the red beaded rosary caught his attention. Closing your eyes due to the pleasure and pain that rocked your body, your eyes widened when you felt a familiar material wrapped around your throat, the rosary sinking into the skin of your neck, denting the tender flesh and obstructing the air from your lungs. Sirius kept choking you with your own holy item, bottoming out at the way your gushing pussy pulsated around his hard cock. “You like that, don’t you?” He asked in a hoarse voice, struggling to thrust at the way your walls were gripping him.

Little black dots clouded your vision, your eyes rolled to the back of your skull and Sirius released the pressure from your throat, allowing you to breathe, the rosary hanging loosely around your poor neck and bouncing over your exposed breasts with every snap of his hips.

“I’m gonna fill you up, little one.” He spoke, leaning down, squeezing your cheeks together, forcing an exaggerated pout from your part. “I’m gonna bless you with my child, ‘m sure you’ll be a wonderful mother.” His fingers rubbed your clit without any compassion, throwing you into that state of bliss, feeling the orgasm again, this time harder than before. “Cum, cum for me, Sister. Let your sins consume you.”

Sirius moaned when you came around him, and after a few deep thrusts, he did as well, inside you, the warm squirts of his cum pooling inside you, making you whine at the new sensation. Sirius cooed at you, kissing your lips, your neck, your breasts. Your body was overworked, every inch of it hurt, and the world was becoming a big blur with every second that passed.

“Rest, little one.” You heard him talk, feeling something being placed inside your hand, something you hold tightly. “Rest, for now.” That was the last thing you registered before fainting.

The next morning, you woke up in one of the infirmary’s beds, feeling sore from head to toe. Next to you, Sister Lily and Sister Lisseth had a permanent gesture of distress, when they noticed your awake state, they rushed their way to you.

“Thank God you’re awake.” Sister Lily cried, covering her face with her hands.

“What happened? Take your time, there’s no rush, your wellbeing comes first.” Sister Lisseth grabbed your hand, rubbing soothing circled in your palm.

Feeling something cold against your other hand, you lifted and opened it, a little ring falling on your lap. Picking it up, it was a gold ring, with initials carved. It was elegant and shadowy and it only screamed danger. Your finger traced the initials: S.O.B.

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[fuckmymunson]

𝐀𝐬𝐡𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲 — 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤!𝐒𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐮𝐬 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤

★ CW: 18+, dark content, (borderline) dumbification, daddy kink, physical abuse, cigarette burns. | Minors DNI.

★ PLEASE DNI if you're uncomfortable with these topics.

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A helpless sob escapes your lips at the rough treatment, whining when he tugs your hair painfully.

It was an accident, and the apology cascades down your lips over and over. Your desperate cries fell on deaf ears, because your boyfriend pulls you harshly on top of him, your soft naked thighs resting on either side of his. The cigarette resting on his lips is so close to your face you can feel the light warmth of the tip, your eyes sting from your tears of regret and the bitter smell of the tobacco. "You're so stupid." He barks, cruelly. You hate him when he acts like this, and the mere thought makes you feel guilty.

He is always so nice to you, always taking care of your need and giving you anything you want, why would you hate him?

It was an accident, the broken pieces of the glass astray Sirius bought in one of your trips to Italy are scattered all over the crimson carpet of his office, the evidence of your clumsiness. "You only have two rules. Or you are too stupid to even remember them?"

Another sob emanates from your lips. "Stay away from your office and don't disobey Daddy." The rules you knew by hand were barely recognizable between your cries. You also hated the feeling of disappointing him.

"Now that you broke my ashtray, what am I suppose to use, uh?" Sirius squeezes your thigh painfully, urging an answer. His free hand removes the cigarette from his mouth, which is not even halfway through, but he uses it to emphasize the situation.

Then, you can see the very clear image of a light bulb turning on over his head, the bright idea popping into his twisted mind.

"I want you to stay still, and if you move the punishment will be ten times worst, you understand?" He speaks, leaning down his lips ghosting on yours. The uncertainty makes you squirm in his lap, and you're about to ask what he has stored for you when you feel it.

The burning sensation of the lit-up cigarette pressed against your bare thigh makes you cry in pain. Barely managing to stay still, afraid of what 'ten times worst' meant. He repeated the action until the cigarette was cold and smushed and your skin was sore, red, and covered with tiny stinging burn marks. The pain was almost unbearable, and it takes every inch of willpower you have to not move a single centimetre.

His rough fingers shine dressed with gold rings and gemstones, his thumb caressed the damaged skin making you sob, your tears dripping all over his white shirt, buttons opened halfway revealing his tattooed chest. "What do we say after a punishment?" His dark smile stirs something in your lower belly, while he lits up another cigarette, inhaling and exhaling away from your wet face.

"Thank you, daddy."

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

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[fuckmymunson]

𝐀𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 — 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤!𝐒𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐮𝐬 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤

★ CW: 18+, BLOOD, MURDER, masturbation (f), dark content. | Minors DNI.

★ PLEASE DNI if you're uncomfortable with these topics.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

“Do you love me?” His voice was soft, against the crook of your neck, his slim fingers drawing irrelevant figures over your sweaty, bruised naked skin.

“You know I do.” Your reply was followed by a sweet kiss on top of his head, his dark curls tickling your nose. “I’ll do anything for you.” “Anything?” He asks, lips pressed against your jawline, placing wet kisses all over your neck down to your pretty tits. His tongue the ink just below your right breast, his signature tattooed with black ink permanently on your skin. 

“Anything.” You promise him, letting yourself do, always so submissive and willing to please.

The memory echoed inside your mind like a broken record, while Sirius placed the gun between your cute hands. He loved your hands, so delicate and tender, he loved your hands hanging on desperately on his body, tugging his hair every time he brought you to the edge of pleasure. Sirius chuckles at the scared flash on your deer eyes. The gun felt heavy, cold and you hated the sensation instantly.

The man sitting in front of you, a man who you remembered but whose name was now forgotten and face barely recognizable courtesy of Sirius’s fists. The man was begging for mercy with his eyes, looking at the gun in your hands and back at your terrified pretty face. A man who had the mistake to pull Sirius Orion Black’s strings, and was now paying the price. 

“Go on, pup. Pull the trigger” Sirius speaks. With shaky hands, you adjust your palm to the weapon, the intricate patterns carved on the metal feel foreign to your skin, this was his favorite gun, the one Remus made especially for him, the one that had his initials. 

The tears roll down your cheeks, you were wimpy, scared, and naive. That’s why Sirius loved you, you were so innocent and soft, his precious little puppy, the one he loved to corrupt and drag into his world of madness. “Siri, I can’t.” You cried, still holding the gun.

A large hand grabs a fistful of your hair, pulling it back so you’re looking directly at him. “You can, and you will, love.” He smiles again at the sight of your tears, he is delighted with the vision of your ignorant heart and mind. “If you don’t do it, I’ll have to get a new girlfriend who lives up to her promises.”

“No!” You exclaim, instantly. Another thing he loved about you was your dependency on him. Something he worked to achieve meticulously. Washing your brain until the only thing you had inside your empty cute head was him and only him. The idea of him leaving you for another woman was terrifying, the tears fall harder and he feels himself getting hard inside his denim trousers. 

“You said you’d do anything for me.” Sirius reminds you, kissing your nose. “Or was it a lie?”

“No.” You repeat, again and again. “I’ll do anything for you.” 

Unashamedly, Sirius palms himself over his trousers, a devilish smirk on his chiseled features. His grey eyes sparkle with lust and pride when he sees you rising the gun. Your hands were trembling and he expected you to miss the shot. Your thumb wraps slowly around the trigger, and your boyfriend is rapt in pleasure when he hears you sob. The smell of gunpowder and the echo in his eardrums almost bring him over the edge. 

Blood is everywhere. The adorable white dress Sirius chose that morning for you was now stained with crimson dots, your pretty face is too, mixed with your tears. Looking at your hands, you try to ignore the lifeless body that was now on the floor, the blood pooling under it and slowly approaching its way to your shiny black mary janes. Another sob bubbles its way to your stained lips, and for a moment you can taste the metallic flavor of the blood, making you whine. Your boyfriend’s thumb brushed away some tears and blood from your cheek, bringing it to his lips.

“Such a good girl.” He praises, hugging your shocked form. Your face is pressed against his navy shirt, crying like a newborn. “I love you, pup. You did great, such an obedient and beautiful girl.”

The praise makes your heart flutter, the only thing you wanted in this world was to make him proud and please him. You loved Sirius, so much, he was the love of your life. He always took good care of you and showered you with gifts, kisses, and attention. 

With his help, you sink inside the marble bathtub. Sirius rinses the blood of your body, the water now a lovely shade of pink. He washed your hair, delighted with the occasional whines you deliver, the image of the man you just murdered still inside your head. “Right between his eyes, you did so well, kitten.” Sirius purrs while his wet hands slid over your shoulders. His fingers pinch lightly at your nipples until they’re fully erect, and soon you’re putty in his hands, just like he loved too. The devotion you always showed was enough to make him burn with desire, with the desire to devour, break and ruin you. You sob again, the memory of the limp body now resting in the basement haunting you. “Such an obedient and good girl…” 

Sirius knows he has to reward your hard work, and he does just that. Letting you come undone in his fingers while the water flushes gently around your naked body. His tattooed forearm now under the water flexes with every thrust of his slim digits, curling in all the right places. “You looked so pretty while pulling the trigger, pup.” Sirius continues torturing you, reading you like his favorite book.

He knows the internal battle you’re having, your body giving up to his ministrations and your mind still flooded with guilt and regret. He sees it in your pretty, dumb eyes. Sirius sees the desire to please him, to let yourself go just for him, an image he would never get tired of, but your stupid sense of morale tries to breakthrough. “Made me so hard, pup.” You moan, finally giving in, whimpering his name. “You just murdered someone for me.” The blunt statement, even if it was the reality, made you shiver.

“Say it,” Sirius commands, while his thumb rubs harsh circles over your clit, pushing you closer to climax. You shake your head and he just presses harder. “Say it or I’ll leave.”

“I-I just murdered someone f-..for you Siri.” You cried, your body rocking in sync with his fingers while he let you ride off your orgasm on his fingers. Sirius loves how sensible you are, and the sight of you reaching the pinnacle of pleasure while confessing a crime almost made him cum. 

Your boyfriend kisses your forehead, drying you and showering you with praises and kisses, you were such a good girl. <33.

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