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iqxatlantic · 5 months ago

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"good god, she's on the floor rollin' her eyes at me"

ft. itoshi rin . aged up! . inexperienced x experienced . ooc!rin ? . rin lwk go easy on u . fem! reader . established relationships . fingering . cunnilingus . smut . unreliable narrator

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imagine the amount of pride the itoshi rin had received when he finally was able to convince his always hesitant n worried partner to let him pleasure her. huh... crazy to believe this itoshi has some experience despite being a disrespectful, unfriendly, idgaf ahh attitude man.

he swore you were like a siren luring him in. you being splayed across the bed as he was prodding and sliding his fingers in n outta your slit while eating away at your pussy like a fucking starved man...

never in your damn life would you expect to see the seemingly cold but, beautiful man in between your legs — makin' a damn mess. "r-rin!" you managed to moan out. your voice was so strained after all that screaming.

your legs wrapped around his head into a headlock. your grip on his hair got tighter and tighter. that wasn't the only thing that got tighter. your core was burning, his tongue flicking up n down your clit while he slip his fingers out of your heated hole. stroking the lips sensually.

"r-rin i swear t'god you gotta stooop!" you whined, biting your lower lip. tears were going to rush out of your eyes, it felt so good.

"you're gonna kill me rin! rinnie stop- i- can't! i'm gonna die !" you choked out. your last straw was him shoving his fingers back in, curling them inside your hole. it hit that damn sweet spot. fuck. he bit your clit as your legs loosened around his head. you swear you felt a smirk when you came all over his gorgeous face.

he spent zero time lapping your juices all up. rin had a deadpan face as he removed his face from your soaking cunt. his fingers were still in you, showing no remorse. finally, there was some emotion shown in face. "you'd die for me right, [name]?" he chuckled. "with the way your pussy is clenching against my fingers, the way you taste, fuck. i think i'd die for you too."

you were finally catching your breath before he dived right back in. you let out a yelp as you pulled his hair. "rin- rinrinrinrinrin!" you repeated almost religiously with tears in your eyes.

the striker had made you came god knows how many times now. . no clue. all you knew was this man would be the fucking death of you the way that warm tongue swirling around in your hole. his tongue was stimulating your labia.

you thought you were goign crazy 'til he hummed a little against your poor poor pussy :c something inside you sparked as you gripped his hair harder. your core tightened. the heat was getting to you. your legs were jus dangling down his shoulders as he kept eating you ut.

his tongue were hitting that sweet spot within you again. was it just you or did it feel like he had found a spot even sweeter n deeper than that spot? ah. whatever. you were going insane from the stimulation. his fingers were playing around with your little bud.

you were going crazy. genuinely insane at this point. you pulled so damn hard on rin's hair as a scream had erupted from you. your core was so heated and tight. your hands loosened, so did your legs. you squirted all over him. you were panting, heaving all of the above.

rin withdrew himself from your pussy after "cleaning" it up (basically licking up all ur juices lol.) "[name]?" he began, "was that your first time squirting..? that was so damn hot." his words came deaf upon your ears. c'mon. you were literally trying to catch your breath.

he slipped hisf ingers out, giving you a soft kiss in your inner thigh. he tapped you after kissing your plush thighs. you finally calmed down — recovered a lil. "you good?" rin asked. you look at him with a softer expression. "mhm." weakly left your lips.

"you better be. cause i can't wait anymore." he grunted as he stood up, looking down at you. "h-huh..?" you mumbled confused as your blurry vision became clear again. your eyes widened as you saw his hard, girthy n lengthy cock.

before you knew it, he was aligning his member along your slit. oh you were in for a ride tonight.

— ©iqxatlantic / isaisliterallyhim, 2025

a/ n: ew ew first time writing smut LOL hpefully its readable.. i did not proofread at all cus um... i have to focus on school but oh my gaaawd.. i have such a soft spot for rin. sorry if this is extremely bad written n bad plot i lack experience. the english is also uh.. please spare me! anyways rin brainrot fdjgjeafud hehe rin reminded me of the song die for me hence the title kkejrjre

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writers-blockkk · 9 months ago

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Pent up/thigh man/rough Ford (?)

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⚠️VERY NSFW MDNI!⚠️

■Not proof read bc idgaf■

♡Contains: chubby female reader, thigh kink, biting, pussy eating, overstim, kinda perv Ford, SEX!!!

♡minors, not my fault if you get traumatized♡

《Idk what happened, this ended up being like three times as long as I was planning... but oh well I guess, I think it got a little unhinged and lost a tiny bit of plot but oh well. Much more than half is just straight smut so who cares!》

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You and Ford have been together for about a year now, and he's very open with with you. Except when it came to his newfound fetish, your thighs. He couldn't take his eyes off them, all he wanted was to be crushed between them while eating you out.

Little did he know you've caught on to his staring, and have decided to silently tease him by wearing more clothes that expose your thighs.

Tonight was your one year anniversary and Ford was taking you out for a fancy dinner, you had splurged a little on a new dress yesterday that you knew he'd like.

pretty much this but with slits up both thighs and stop just before your underwear.

(mini skip)

You had just finished getting ready, and was waking down the stairs when you saw Ford standing by the front door in a suit with a matching red tie.

"Wow..." Ford looks breathless as he checks you out "you look gorgeous darling" he says unable to hide his smile.

"And you look as handsome as ever my love" you walk up to him, dusting off his shoulder and giving him a peck on the cheek.

Ford's cheeks get a dusting of pink at your actions "shall we?" He holds out his arm for you, and you take it smiling a at him as the two of you walk out to the car.

(After the date)

You had been teasing Ford throughout the date with small touches and mind games which were driving him crazy.

Once you both were inside he had locked the front door while you took off your heels. Suddenly you felt Ford's large hand on your waist pulling you backwards against his chest, and his warm breath on the back of your neck. He was leaving small kisses along your neck while his hands traveled lower to your thighs slowly hiking up your dress to expose your black lace underwear.

Ford had now turned to around so you were facing him as he slowly pushed you backwards, your lips connected with his he pressed your back against the counter.

"Do you know what you were doing to me back there?"

His voice is low and gravelly, his lips leaving small hickeys on your neck. You could feel his strained bulge against your thigh, you decide to tease some more to see how much he could take.

"Maybe, why don't you remind me"

You whisper into his ear nibbling slightly, while you grab his ass to keep him in place and rub your thigh against his growing bulge.

Ford responds immediately to your touch by stifling a moan and throwing you over his shoulder carrying you to the bedroom. He kicks the door open and practically throws you on the bed and starts undressing.

"Such a brat."

Ford mumbles as he crawls towards you now only in his boxers, he's sitting in between your thighs while he works the dress up your waist and pulls it over your head.

Ford whistles when your matching black lace underwear and bra. His hands start wandering up your waist to your upper back pulling you up into a sitting position on his lap. He groans quietly when you rub against his painfully hard dick and begins to unhook you bra while sucking on your neck.

"Need you to ride me"

Ford mumbles against your neck, his hands on your now exposed boob's pinching your nipples. You moan softly at the sensation, grinding down on his clothed bulge, your hands combing through his silver hair.

He moved so he was leaning against the head board and you were at the end of the bed. He had removed his boxers while he moved, his dick standing straight up and shaded red with a bead precum dripping down the base.

You're practically drooling at the sight as you slide your underwear down your thighs and off your legs.

"God you look sexy like that"

He blushes at your words not quite registering when you started to crawl towards him. You then place one leg on either side of his hips straddling him, and gently grabbing the base of his cock pumping slightly to spread the precum.

"Oh fuck baby, just like that"

Ford moans throwing his head back onto the pillow behind him, a six fingered hand gripping your waist. Once you've deemed him lubed up enough you lower your hips slightly and tease his overly sensitive tip through your wet folds.

Ford's eyes snap open at the feeling and a gasp escapes his lips which turns into a low drawn out moan, his hips bucking.

"Getting impatient are we?"

You tease. sucking on his neck before biting down, not hard enough to break the skin but just enough to leave a mark. Your kisses still down his neck to his chest eventually landing on his right nipple, circling it with your tongue.

The sound Ford emits is somewhere between a scream and a moan, while his hands are still on your waist. He finally lifts his head giving you a dirty look as if your playing unfair.

During all this you've been teasing his dick by rubbing your slick all over his lower half making sure he'll fit. Even after a year of being together and the countless times you've had sex, he's still just so thick that it's taken this long to be able to take him without much prep.

"Aww does is someone upset I know where youre sensitive?"

Your voice is almost mocking, but it turns him on anyway knowing that you can make him melt so quickly. Ford's getting even more needy now his hips bucking more often than before and his moans get whiner.

With a few more hickeys and some hand pumps you start to slide his tip inside your practically dripping hole. Both of you moan in sync at the feeling, and you slowly slide down farther till you have him fully stuffed inside you.

Ford's hands start wandering your body and over your stomach where there's a noticeable bulge in the shape of his dick. He presses on it causing you to moan loudly and arch your back, you're pussy squeezing around him.

"Ah my love you're so tight"

He manages to speak through his moans, his hips trying to buck into you but he's using all his strength to hold back as to not hurt you.

"If you don't move soon I'm not gonna be able to hold on much longer"

Ford's practically sweating from how much it's taking him to hold back from fucking into you like a mad man. His hands are helping your hips so tight you'll definitely be having dinner shaped bruises tomorrow.

You experimentally roll you hips causing you both to moan, and Ford's hips to buck into you which makes you gasp and grab his shoulders for support. You start a steady pase lifting about half way then gently letting back down, which was almost torture to Ford.

Despite liking slow sensual sex there are times where he's just so pent up he needs to release it somewhere, and why not into you?

Suddenly Ford loses his control and lifts you just to the tip before shoving you back down meeting you in the middle with a harsh thrust. His actions cause you to scream his name, nails digging into his shoulder muscles while all you can do now is accept your fate.

Tits bouncing and head resting in the crook of his neck, Ford fucks his rock hard dick into your pussy. Without warning Ford flips you onto your stomach and pulls your ass up into a doggy position. Holding your wrists above your head he lines back up and shoves his dick back into you hitting your deepest spot making you cum.

You're screaming his name as Ford fucks you through your orgasm, and keeps trusting with the same power. At this point you've been fucked stupid and all you can do is moan and try to move your hips back against his own.

After a few more minutes you notice Ford's thrusts start to get shallow and slower, which meant he was close to cumming. You do your best to squeeze around him and your actions don't go unnoticed, infact that was the last push he needed to spill his hot thick cum inside you.

"You did so good for me dear"

Ford says breathlessly, as he rolls you over to see your sweaty hickey covered body this sight alone makes him want to go again. He restrains himself by silently laying his head between your thighs leaving small kisses along them, and the occasional small hickey.

"Ford, what are you doing?"

Your voice is quiet and tired from your session earlier, however your hands make their way to his summer gray hair tugging slightly.

"Shh dear, let me take care of you"

Ford leaves a few more hickeys as he inches closer to your core, his hand wrapping around your hips again gently this time. Once he reaches his goal he licks a stripe from your entrance to you clit, the mixed taste of yours and his cum making him moan softly.

When he starts sucking your clit a shudder rips through your body, your pussy being overstimulated hightened your sensitivity to his touch. You start to squirm at his actions when he dips his tongue into your hole that's dripping your mixed cum.

"Taste so good"

Ford's mumbles against your pussy pulling you back to him when you try to wiggle away, he practically shoves his face into your pussy. He's now eating you out like you're his last meal and god do you love it, your hands are gripping his hair pulling him as close as possible.

The pleasure starts to build up getting closer to your orgasm, your legs start to close around Ford's head thighs pressing on either side of his head. His hands move from your waist to your thighs gripping and fondling them as he continues to eat, moaning into your sensitive pussy.

"Ford! Can't take anymore"

You practically scream as you cum on his face, your thighs having a death grip around his head. He doesn't really notice though, because he's too busy slurping up your fresh cum not caring of he suffocates between your thighs.

When your legs relax he lifts his head, his hands still on your thighs, his whole loose face is glistening with cum and saliva. He gives you a doped or face like he's gotten high of your pussy, leaning his face into your right thigh he sucks a small hickey.

"I've wanted to do that for so long my love"

He speaks like it wasn't already obvious he had some sort of fetish for your thighs. You laugh at his words smiling down at him, you squish his face with your thighs.

"Oh I know honey"

You let him go and let your legs fall flat along with the rest of your body.

"Let's get you cleaned up darlin"

(After he cleans you up)

(Aftercare king)

He had picked out your favorite pair of pajamas and made sure you wouldn't be sticky in the morning. You both were now cuddled up with each other, you being the little spoon and Ford being the big spoon, you had said your goodnights and drifted off to sleep.

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#stanford pines #gravity falls #gravity falls smut #smut #stanford pines x reader #stanley pines #gravity falls x reader #gravity falls stanford #fettish #overstim kink #stanford pines smut #fanfic #self indulgent #unhinged

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pha55ed · 6 months ago

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Back to You || OP81

type :: slight angst? to fluff

tw/cw :: none

summary :: popstar!reader broke up with oscar a year ago and swore she was over him. but after publishing her album that's flooded with sad songs, guess who pops in her dms? - wc: 1.5

inspo :: "why oh why does god keep bringing me back to you" - ariana grande, everytime - fc is yeri from red velvet! <3

f1 masterlist || f2 masterlist

liked by oscarpiastri, jackdoohan, paularon_, alexandrasaintmleux, and 3,418,722 others

yourusername : My album, "Finally" is finally out!!! 🎉 haha get it... Anyways, it has songs that I KNOW you'll love since u guys leaked them early 😒😒 but wtv so much love for you all! ❤️

→ user 01: YESSSS MOTHER IS BACK!!!!!!

⎯→ user 02: FINALLY GETTING FED OMFGGGG

→ user 03: OMFG WE'RE GETTING A STUDIO VERSION OF "EVERYTIME"

⎯→ user 04: I don't have to listen to it on YT anymore THANK U LORDDD

⎯→ yourusername: so i can collect those streams finally 🙄 (jk love u all haha)

→ user 05: ummm... why is oscar in the likes...?

⎯→ user 06: didn't they break up???

⎯→ user 07: literally half of the songs on this album are about him.. ermmmm

⎯→ user 08: wait which ones??

⎯→ user 09: everytime, don't smile. i wish i hated you, good looking, and like you do... and that's not even mentioning all the other leaked songs that didn't make it to the album

→ user 10: DEATH TO OSCAR!!!

⎯→ user 11: but he inspired all these bangers???

⎯→ user 12: but he also caused her year long break...

→ alexandrasaintmleux: so glad you found your peace babe <3

⎯→ yourusername: thank you for helping me find it <3

liked by 724,291 others

f1.gossip.page : (Y/N) (L/N), famous singer and Oscar Piastri's ex of 3 years, was spotted with Oscar at a restaurant together chatting. They were then spotted again two days later on a private rooftop hotel. Even more suspious is that (Y/N) removed all songs that were negative towards Oscar from her private SouncCloud. Are the two back together? Or did Oscar pay her to stop trashing his name?

→ user 01: No way this is real??? That's gotta be AI

⎯→ user 02: But Oscar did like her post promoting the album...

⎯→ user 03: Plus she literally made a song called "I wish I hated you"

→ user 04: As a Oscar and (Y/N) fan I'm both happy and angry and sad and confused????

→ user 05: I mean??? I guess??? Let's go??? Healing????

⎯→ user 06: Only (Y/N) could make over 20 songs shitting on a man, basically dedicate an album to their relationship, and then still make him love her

→ user 07: Lowkey feel bad for Oscar??? Like he got so much hate only to forgive her...? I feel like maybe SHE paid him

liked by oscarpiastri, jackdoohan, paularon_ alexandrasaintmleux, and 4,724,291 others

yourusername : filming "everytime" with a special guest... 🤫 i wonder who!!! well actually i don't have to wonder, just u guys LOL

→ user 01: guys... i'm lost and confused

⎯→ user 02: she's going to be filming w/ Oscar! hope that helps!

⎯→ user 02: JK IM LOST TOO WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON

→ user 03: Watch us all just be fucking delulu thinking they're getting back together and it's gonna be some random ass actor

→ user 04: THE BEST SONG ON THE ALBUMMMM YESSSS

⎯→ user 05: ur just gonna ignore "i wish i hated you"?

⎯→ yourusername: don't worry! that one will get love too ;)

⎯→ user 06: SO UR JUST GONNA HINT TO FILMING A HATEFUL SONG WITH OSCAR ANDDD HINT TO FILMING A LOVE FILLED SONG WITH OSCAR????

→ user 07: we're all just gonna ignore the drivers in the likes... specifically the one that's her childhood best friend....?

⎯→ user 08: IDGAF!!!! OSCAR X YN FOREVER

#f1 #formula 1 #oscar piastri #oscar piastri x reader #f1 x reader #formula 1 x reader #f1 smau #mclaren formula 1 #yeri red velvet #f1 fanfic #f1 2024 #f1 2025 #op81 #op81 x reader #oscar piastri x you #oscar piastri x yn

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the-terror-rarepair-month · 5 months ago

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Did you miss Rarepair Week last year? Well, I @p0rchc0ll4ps3 and @theremustbeabear bring you Rarepair Month 2025, which is basically the same as a weeklong fest but monthlong instead! Hoping to encourage more fics, longer fics, more art, etc!

This is an all-fanworks-invited month to celebrate Terror ships with under 50 tagged fics on Ao3 as of February the 1st, 2025! This year's theme is "The Way It Goes, Goes Differently with Each Cycle of the Sun."

This is an 18+ event! All participants must be 18+ to participate. No exceptions!

Starting on February 1st, 2025 you can post your fics to the Ao3 Collection HERE or your fanworks to Tumblr or Twitter or whatever Social Media with the tag #trpm25 (but I'll only be able to reblog the Tumblr ones). (also idgaf if you make anything beforehand so long as it's posted after February 1st).

Join our general Terror Discord HERE! We have a channel for the event.

Additionally, feel free to request pairings through this Google Forms link HERE (one request per submission; please don't request the same pair more than once per person. everyone can see you. we'll shame you). This form sends responses to a Google Sheets HERE. Feel free to check the out the stats for the requested pairings (there's a chart on the far right, scroll right)! Please ignore the animals (you'll know when you see them on the sheet), they're load-bearing and I'm afraid things will break if I remove them.

FAQ:

Are you affiliated with Terror Rarepair Week of Years past? --Nope! Just excited to take on the mantle. (And I did check if I was allowed to take it up before starting this!)

What counts as a rarepair? --The pair (or more) must have less than 50 tagged works under the Terror (2018) tag on Ao3 as of February 1, 2025. The pairing MUST BE the main part of the fanwork.

What counts as a ship? --Two or more characters get together. Throuples and beyond count!

Can the ship be platonic? --Absolutely! Both Romantic (/) and Platonic (&) ship pairings are allowed.

Is there a word limit? --Nope! However little or much as you like. We do challenge you to write 1k or more, however!

Can I do art? --Absolutely, MOST welcome. Any type of fanwork is acceptable!!

Must I follow the prompts? --Nope! Prompts are just there to inspire you. Any part of the prompt [Location (sub-location); 3 different options provided] is allowed to be used!

Does it have to be during canon? --Nope! Post-canon, during-canon, AU, anything goes!

Can I mix this with other events? --Absolutely! You can mix this with any other event co-occurring during the month of February so long as that event allows mixing as well.

Can I do OC x Canon; or Crossover x Canon? --Preferably not! I'd like to keep the fanworks to within the general Terror pool.

Can I do RPF of the actors? Or RPF of the real people the show was based off? --Sure, why not. Go for it. It's within the general Terror pool!

Can I submit throuples (3 in a ship) to the request form? --Absolutely! Anything from 2 or more counts. Poly is totally cool!

Is the form required to be filled out? --Nope! You can do whatever you want forever; the form just gives everyone an idea of what's going on.

Can I submit NSFW to the request form? --Yep! But remember, all the prompts will be in one place; there's no separation of SFW and NSFW, and there's no content warnings. Your prompts will be public!

My ship is already on the request form! --Submit whatever your heart desires. The form and its subsequent chart helps track how popular a desired rarepair may be!!

I can only submit one ship to the request form! --You can fill the form out multiple times; but only 1 pairing per submission per person! PLEASE don't submit a ship more than once per person, that's cheating, and we'll hunt you down for it.

Must I follow / pick only from the requests form? --Nope! The requests form is just there for fun to give you an idea of what ships people have been thinking of / a fun challenge if you want to try something different! You're not assigned anything.

Okay that's all, enjoy!

Prompt transcription below the cut.

Week 1 (Jan. 31–Feb. 6): KING WILLIAM ISLAND (On the Shale) Won't Be Coming Home — Wish You Were Here — It All Goes Dark

Week 2 (Feb. 7–Feb. 13): HMS TERROR & EREBUS (In the Water) Shared Interests — Stolen Glances — Fate

Week 3 (Feb. 14–Feb. 20): CARNIVALE (On the Ice) Rescue — Finding You Again — Home

Week 4 (Feb. 21–Feb. 28) LONDON (In Our Dreams) Can't Sleep — Seeking Warmth — The Sky Alight

#the terror #the terror amc #trpm25 #amc the terror #ok go my scarab. hope ya'll enjoy! running things like this always so stressful but i REALLY wanted to do it #YEAGH go my scarab part two. hope y'all enjoy!!!!#n sorry just tumblr this time; dont wanna run a twitter w it

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lizzie-queenofmeigas · 3 months ago

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Imo if someone try to remove the queen, khal, conqueror and dragon rider aspects of Daenerys from her character just to make her palatable and politically correct to like (because the fandom cancels her for those things) then they don’t really like her. The same goes for people turning her into a declawed and apolitical consort. Daenerys didn’t performed a literal miracle and put all that work into being a revolutionary leader of the likes House Targaryen has never seen just to have to share her position and titles with a man.

Trying to defang Daenerys of her political power and agency will always be insanely weird to me idgaf, especially because none of them do the same with any of the other characters. It’s so odd how so many people are fixated on Daenerys losing her power or being in situations where she never had it. We literally have Targaryen women that spent their whole life powerless and politically ineffectual, it’s literally almost all of them since Rhaenyra, they can focus on them instead of kneecapping like half of Daenerys’ character and fetishizing her suffering.

That’s why I dislike the “Daenerys only wants home and should live her life happily in exile” ending for her because I actually don’t want her to be stripped from her political power and authority. Of course she wants a home, but she’s also incredibly competent and has her own ambitions. She’s so meant to be a ruler.

Yeah, I don't like the theories of Dany ending up like that. I do want her to have a home, but not end up as a nobody. Not to mention, what happens to her dragons in that ending?

No, she's meant to be queen.

#a song of ice and fire #asoiaf #daenerys targaryen #daenerys stormborn

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mapicccc · 5 months ago

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Ive been hesitant to say it bc ship wars are dumb but idgaf rn I need to say I hate kazam so much. I don't trust people who ship it because How was that dynamic enticing at all. everyone I've seen shipping it has horribly mischaracterized zam and completely removed how he actually felt about kab. there has been no comeback no resolution for things to actually be okay between them, they have completely removed each other bc of how that relationship was shaping. and of course, this is none of what they explore while shipping this.

#im not against it in aus bc you can do whatever you want in those. but lifesteal? fuck no #dont trust those shippers on twt especially #rambles #lifesteal spoilers

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rusalka52 · 4 months ago

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Tell me I’m pretty

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part 1 || part 2 || part 3 || part 4 || part 5

Sirius Black x Fem!Slytherin!Reader

Summary: It’s time for your detention with Sirius! What sort of tomfoolery will he get up to now?!

cw: Sirius is a bit of a fiend, mention of smoking, blood-purist attitudes

3.5k words

A/N: sorry for the late update I got sick during the week and was simultaneously fighting and losing in the trenches of the “idgaf about my situationship” war but we pulled through!! I hope you guys enjoy this chapter and don't forget to like reblog etc etc and let me know if you want to be added to the series tag list !!!!

The rest of your week went by fairly quickly, filled with your regular routine along with stress because of the upcoming exams and your daily, demanding classes.

After completing your assigned homework, your entire Tuesday afternoon was spent cleaning the mess in the bathroom with Barty, since he was one of the perpetrators alongside you. The stains on the mirror were so set in that not even magic could remove them so you had to resort to regular muggle cleaning products.

Wednesday was spent watching the Ravenclaw quidditch team practice for their upcoming tournament while Barty was gossiping with you about each player on the team. Who had a crush on who, who shagged who’s sister and so on. After the team finished you and Barty started gathering your things and were about to head to the library along with one of Barty’s friends when the Gryffindor team took to the field. You were halfway through the pitch on your way out when your eyes accidentally landed on Sirius’ toned arms as he was passing the quaffle to James. You might have stared a bit too long at the veins running along his arm and the way his muscles flexed when he caught the ball because you ended up walking right into Barty. You quickly regained your composure and prayed to Merlin that a blush wasn’t tinting your cheeks.

“He’s not even in the team, why is he on the field?” You complained to your friend.

“Why are you staring at him?” Barty teased. You huff and walk faster towards the castle.

On Thursday you taught Regulus how to roll cigarettes behind the herbology greenhouses.

“Now, Regulus, put the tobacco leaves in the rolling paper. No, no- stop. You have to leave space for the filter!”

“I can’t figure it out. I’ll just get the normal cigarettes, they taste better anyway.” He says sitting up.

“No! That’s not the point!!!” You whine, pulling him back down.

Your last class of the day on Friday -Charms, double period no less- was cancelled thankfully because Flitwick had a cold or something you didn’t really pay attention to the announcement. You sat under the enormous oak tree in the courtyard with the Slytherin girls from your year, discussing the upcoming Hogsmeade trip the next day.

“Ugh, I still haven’t figured out what I’m going to wear tomorrow!” You groan, thinking about the clothes you packed from home.

“Umm, you’re not going, remember?” A catty brunette girl from your year, who’s name you can never seem to recall, chimes in.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You spit back annoyed, she was always causing trouble with anyone and everyone for no reason. She was itching for a fight.

“Did you forget what you have tomorrow?” She giggles, side-eyeing her friends.

“Wha- Ohh… yeah… I remember.” You groan, hiding your face in your arms. The detention with Sirius had completely slipped your mind. It felt like it was assigned ages ago!

“Hmph, I really don’t understand why you’re complaining. I’d give anything to be locked in a room with the Sirius Black for an hour.” She snickers. “He might be a blood traitor but at least he’s a sexy one!”

You look at her with a disgusted expression as the conversation goes back to Hogsmeade.

At 1:30pm on Saturday you arrive at the classroom you were told to wait at for McGonagall and push open the wooden door. As you enter Sirius is already sat at one of the desks near the back and he makes eye contact with you, a smirk rising to his lips.

“Hello, love.” He says in a sing-song voice.

“Hi, Black.” You respond monotonously.

“Aww, why are we back to last name basis, what happened to pretty-boy?”

You grimace as the concert night escapade comes to memory. Choosing to ignore the question you sit down at a desk away from him and near the blackboard in the front of the classroom.

Sirius was about to protest and move closer to you but before he could do that McGonagall opens the door and enters the room holding in her hands a stack of papers.

“Sit down both of you and stay quiet.” She says. “I have a few more assignments left to correct and then we will continue to your detention.” She sits down at the desk in the front of the classroom, dropping the massive stack of papers with a loud thud.

“Excuse me, professor,” you whisper quietly trying to not disturb her, “but what will our detention be?” You have to prepare mentally for whatever task you’ll have to complete. If you have to clean the bedpans in the hospital wing without the use of magic again you might as well fake being sick to get out of it.

“Professor Slughorn is running low on potion ingredients so you will have to pluck some plant leaves and organise them in jars in the potions store room, without magic of course. More than a fair detention considering that you two did not bring your assignments two weeks in a row! Don’t you think?”

“Yes, professor…” You two say in unison.

“Good, now be quiet.” She picks up her quill, dipping it in the red ink and continues correcting. You begin zoning out thinking about all the assignments you have to get done, the exams you need to study for, what your friends are doing at Hogsmeade right now, are they even thinking of you? Will they bring you the chocolate frog you asked for?

Not even 5 minutes go by when suddenly you feel a crumpled piece of parchment hit the back of your head and fall to the ground. You look back at Sirius -bloody hell with an aim like that he should try out for chaser or beater- and glance at McGonagall making sure that she’s not paying attention to you. She hates it when students pass notes amongst one another and has no hesitation reading them out loud in front of the entire class. You remember one time last yeaf when she caught Dorcas red handed passing a note to Marlene. You can still clearly see Dorcas’ and Marlene’s faces get 5 shades redder as McGonagall read “your bum looks amazing in your skirt, Marls, winky face” aloud for everyone to hear and you shudder.

You drop your pencil next to the note as a distraction and swiftly pick up both of them.

“Hogsmeade, tomorrow, you + me = <3

What do you say?

-pretty-boy S.O.B”

You read Sirius’ neat handwritten note and roll your eyes. It must be a Black trait to have nice handwriting, they definitely took calligraphy classes in their youth you imagine. You decide to humour him seeing as you don’t really have anything more interesting to do and McGonagall was still busy with the grading.

“What do you have to offer me if I decide to go?

P.s. you’re not that pretty”

You scribble back right underneath his question and toss the paper back towards him. The answer to the question was of course going to be no but it’s important to see what he’s offering.

A second goes by when you hear a ‘psst’ behind you. You turn your head and the paper ball hits you right in the face and see him suppressing a giggle. You tut in annoyance but nevertheless you still bend down to pick it up.

“I can offer you my cock my love :)

P.s. that’s not what you said last Friday...”

You groan. He is so unbelievably haughty and arrogant. You are about to write back a response when McGonagall clears her throat and stands up. You quickly shove the paper in your pocket and stand up. She looks at you disapprovingly, shit she probably saw you scribbling something but thankfully decided to ignore it. Your dignity would not be able to take it if anyone else saw the vile things Black was writing to you.

“Come, follow me.” She announces as she exits the classroom.

You and Sirius follow behind her as she makes her way down to the dungeons towards the potions store room. As you’re walking you suddenly feel Sirius nudge your shoulder but you choose to ignore him.

“How about I show you my… um… love now that we’re going to be left alone.” He whispers in your ear making the hair on your body stand up. He’s obviously referencing the note he sent you a few minutes ago and you subconsciously tighten your first around the parchment paper still in your pocket. You snap your head towards him.

“Shut up!” You walk faster almost right next to McGonagall. You try to ignore the irritable expression that crosses Sirius’ face at your rejection.

You arrive in front of the potions store room and she turns back to look at you two.

“You will need to dittany leaves since professor Slughorn is running low on his supply, be careful to not get burned. Afterwards, sort them in jars and put them in the correct spot.” She instructs while outstretching her hand. “Give me your wands, you will need to do this task without magic. You can have your wands back after you are done.” You comply with her request, albeit a bit hesitant. You always feel uneasy going anywhere without your wand. How do muggles do it!?

The door to the potions store room closes behind you and you’re left alone with Sirius. You approach the desk in the middle of the room and sit on the stool on the left while Sirius sits next to you.

You attempt to break the ice and ignore the tension that arose between you two a few moments ago after you ignored his advances in the hallway. He’s just trying to make you feel guilty for not wanting him, you think to yourself.

“I mean, I guess it beats polishing trophies.” You say, making casual small talk. You can’t handle the awkward tension in the air especially considering the massive pile of dittany leaves you have to pluck. “It is just flowers at the end of the day.”

“They’re not just flowers. If you use them in a mixture with silver it helps cure werewolf bites, you know. It prevents the victim from bleeding to death, but it doesn’t cure them of lycanthropy of course… Plus they sometimes release flammable vapours, so be careful” He replies, still sulking. His mood changes were making you dizzy. One moment he’s cheery and flirty and in an instant, as if a switch flipped inside of him, he starts moping around at the smallest hint of criticism.

“You seem to know a lot about lycanthropy.” You muse, attempting to lighten the mood which clearly didn’t work as he just lets out a “Hm” as a response. Whatever, if he doesn’t want to talk you’re not going to bend over backwards to get him to make conversation.

Around 15 minutes pass of you quietly picking the leaves off the stem and dropping them in the correct jars in total silence, something that was rare for Sirius Black. You hear him huffing and puffing next to you, pushing his long raven curls away from his face and trying to, unsuccessfully, tuck them behind his ears. You are not about to offer him your pink hair tie around your wrist after he completely iced you out moments ago. If he wants it, he can ask for it.

“Can I borrow your hair tie?” He finally relents as if on queue after realising you’re not about to offer yours.

“No.” You respond, not taking your eyes off the plant. “I’ve seen how you treat hair ties. You completely stretch them out and toss them away. I’m not going to give you mine as well. You continue. He snorts in response.

“What’s so funny?” You question, turning to look at him.

“Are we still talking about hair ties or..?” He answers with a smirk on his face.

“Yes!” You slap his arm suppressing a giggle. You’re not going to laugh at his stupid innuendos. “I was not being allegorical, you freak, although I suppose that applies too.” He chuckles.

“Please.” He whines tapping your arm. He is seemingly back to his teasing mood. “I will give it back to you after we’re done, I promise!”

“No.”

“Please.” He’s shaking your arm now. You look at him and he’s giving you his best puppy-dog eyes. There really is some puppy-like quality to him that you can’t quite point out.

“Ugh, fine! Turn around.” You acquiesce.

“Oh, kinky! Why? What are you gonna do?” He wiggles his eyebrows at you, his voice dropping an octave.

“So I can tie your hair up!” You roll your eyes at him, grabbing his shoulders and roughly pushing him to turn around in an attempt to hide the smile that you involuntarily broke into.

“Love, if you wanted to touch my hair so badly you could have just asked! I would have gladly let you, no need for all this scheming!” He announces, turning around in his chair, mirth lacing his voice.

“Merlin, Black, how did you figure it out!? That is all I’ve ever wanted, thank you so so so much!” You reply sarcastically, smile evident in your words. His hair really is soft, no wonder he takes so much pride in it. As you pull the ponytail through the loop of the hair tie you catch a whiff of his shampoo, vanilla, and you breathe in. Shit, he really does smell good. You quickly exhale hoping he didn’t notice.

“Although, from the back, your hair is almost identical to Snape’s!” You tease as you finish tying up his hair and tapping his shoulder. He spins around, mouth hanging open in shock and playful offence.

“How could you say that!” He gasps dramatically.

“It’s true! I’ve even gotten you two mixed up more times than I can count.” Your smile broadens as you go back to plucking leaves off the plant. Only a couple more branches left.

“Oh, now I know you’re lying! My bum is way sexier than Snivellus’ and you know it!”

“Hm, I suppose it is.” You giggle.

“Huh? What did you say? Can you repeat that one more time, just a bit louder, I didn’t quite hear you?”

You’re about to tell him to piss off when a sudden heat erupts from the plant, scorching your index and middle finger.

“Ow!” You exclaim in pain looking down at your burned fingers. It was the very last leaf on the branch that burned you as well! Just your luck.

Sirius quickly looks over at you, eyebrows raised in concern.

“Fuck, are you okay? Just- wait a second.” He says standing up and walking over to his bag. He swiftly returns to the desk with a roll of bandages and kneels in front of you, pushing your knees slightly apart to make room for himself.

“Give me your hand.” You comply and he gently takes your hand in his, bandaging up the burn. It didn’t even hurt that much anymore; you were just interested to see this side of Sirius. This was completely different from the usual bad boy facade he put on. He was caring, almost nurturing as he bandaged each finger tenderly, careful to not hurt you.

“Does it still hurt?” He looks up at you through his eyelashes, your hands still in his. You nod in response.

He then raises your injured hand up towards his face kissing each finger, not breaking eye contact with you. His eyes seem to glaze over as he continues to kiss up your hand and your breathing quickens. You’re almost panting as you look at him placing delicate kisses to your wrist. You suddenly pull your arm away from him, unable to contain your urges anymore. You cup his face in your hands and pull him roughly against your lips. He takes a second to register what’s happening and he reciprocates the kiss immediately, with as much fervor and intensity as you. He stands up from his kneeling position between your legs, pulling you up with him and pushing you back slightly against the stacked potion shelves. You can hear the jars and vials filled with various potion-making ingredients clatter above you as he pulls away for air, finally trapping you against the shelves with his arms. Your hands reach up and grip his ponytail, pulling him closer towards you.

“Fuck, I’ve been waiting all week to taste you again.” He whispers against your lips. “You’re even better than I remember, I’m so glad I’m sober this time.” His lips crash into yours once more and he deepens the kiss. He nips at your bottom lip making you gasp, allowing his tongue to freely explore your mouth.

He’s first to pull away for much needed air after the kiss and as you're about to lean into him again when he pulls back even further. You whine in response, he's being so unfair!

“If you want me to call you pretty again, it’s not happening.” You huff, realising what he wanted to hear you say. “You're not as pretty as all those girls make you out to be and I stand by that .”

“Really?” He leans in once more to tease you, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear. His tongue darts out to flicker at your ear before he nips at it with his sharp teeth, making you shudder.

“No.” You whisper with a smirk on your face as you slip underneath his arms that were holding in place against the shelves, returning back to your seat. You truly did not want to pull away, relishing in the attention he was giving you, but you would rather avoid having McGonagall find you with Sirius’ tongue down your throat and your work unfinished. Godric knows how many house points she would deduct and the consequences you’d have to suffer after that.

“Wha-?”

“Come on now we still have work to do.” You interrupt his protest as he looks back at you, lips parted and swollen, his appearance not much dissimilar to your own. “If you're a good boy and we finish on time I might even reward you!”

“Yes, ma’am!” He exclaims returning to his seat excitedly immediately and picking up the jars of dittany again.

You continue with the few branches you have left, working silently and ignoring the longing, almost hungry, glances he shoots your way. As you’re finishing up McGonagall opens the door, signifying the end of your detention, right on time.

“Very well, here are your wands, you are free to go.” She says after thoroughly inspecting your work. You exit the store room and McGonagall disappears into the hall, headed towards her office no doubt. Sirius lingers next to you.

“Soooo… about that reward you promised…”

“I said I might reward you, I didn’t promise anything.” You respond to him slyly.

“But I was a good boy! And we finished on time!” He whines.

“I’ll think about your reward next Saturday on our date to Hogsmeade, okay?” You say as you walk past him towards the Slytherin common room, brushing against his shoulder.

“I- um, y-yeah okay!” he stutters behind you. You just made the Sirius Black stutter. Unheard of!

He better not make you regret this.

You walk through the arching snake statue and into the Slyherin common room with an involuntary smile on your face. This is the first time you return from detention in a cheery mood so it’s not difficult for someone to deduce that something positive happened. You greet Regulus who was splayed out on the couch with a fiction book resting in his lap.

“You smell like him.” Regulus comments not even bothering to lift his head from his book as you walk past him towards your dorm. You stop dead in your tracks behind the head of the dark brown leather couch and your smile drops.

“Well duh, we just had detention together.” You try to play it off. “Anyway, what's the book you're reading about?”

“Was your detention to snog him for an hour?” He questions, completely disregarding your poor attempt of changing the subject.

“I did not snog your brother, Reg, drop it, we just had to pick dittany leaves.” You roll your eyes.

“And did the leaves make you smile so broadly or..?” You smack the back of his head and run up to your dorm before he can argue. You’ll have to tell him about your date with Sirius one of these days or risk having him find out through the numerous Hogwarts gossips.

“WAKE UP TWATS, WE’RE GOING ON A DATE NEXT SATURDAY!” Sirius exclaims as he bursts through the doors of his dorm room, scaring the rest of the boys.

“Are you jealous, Prongs?” he winks, teasing his friend.

Before he can even think about continuing his jibes he is interrupted by a pillow hitting him square in the face, courtesy of James.

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