#short lil drabble

[panda-of-the-trash]

Cross gets many looks from people around him

Most are those of respect, fear, or both, often by the new recruits or guards he has trained

There are those of envy, jealous barely concealed by those who wish to be in his place

There were those of mock and disdain, ones he hoped he´d never have to face again, ones he burried long ago

There are those of joy and recognition, from his friends. They´re part of the reason he keeps going on but he´d rather touch a cow than tell them pf course

Then

There´s Nightmare

Oh boy

The king has always been a different person, operating with different rules and different views He´s a god afterall

But Cross can see it

The small twinkle when Cross tells a dark joke

The squinting whenever he grins at Cross´s pouting

The sterness when Cross returns from a mission where he´s been just a little too reckless when he tried to ensure their victory

The fondness at Cross´s banter with the others

The softness when it´s just the two of them in each other´s embrace, dancing to melodies of their own making where no one can see them

Cross gets many looks from people around him

But the ones he gets from Nightmare are the best

[leclercstarrs]

𝐁𝐎𝐖 - ( 𝐧𝐞𝐲𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐢 ! )

synopsis -> in which neytiri goes hunting with you !

warnings -> dom!reader, grinding, nipple play, squirting, porn without a plot tbh !

You don’t know how this started. How the two of you went from hunting together, to your hips rolling at the same pace, low moans echoing throughout the forest. Your clits rubbing together, the sensation sending Neytiri over the edge. You lean even closer into her, her juices starting to coat your inner thighs. “Mm need you.” She gasps as you grab her breasts, her back arching while her eyes roll back. She moves her hips towards you at an even faster pace, gripping onto your waist. You move from her tits to her neck, sucking at it, sure to leave marks later on. Her hips buck and her legs twitch as she releases, squirting all over your thighs. “Fuck.” You laugh, Neytiri nuzzling her head in the crook of your neck. “Don’t be shy.” You kiss her forehead. “We aren’t done yet.” You add. Neytiri whines, rubbing her thighs together in anticipation.

[catofthecanals289]

a very short drabble

(about daniel who quits F1 at the end of 2022 and max who never raced)

It’s still strange sometimes, being in this place, this town, this country, where no one really cares about racing, about Formula 1, about the calendar Daniel once used to live his life by, letting it dictate everything. What he ate, where he went, who he met. Who he dated. All of it.

He used to love it, he knows he did, but what’s left in his chest of that love is an echo at best, traces weak and faded, but sharp edged in places nonetheless. It hurts still, the loss, and Daniel is still figuring out how that can be, if he’s also glad that he’s left it all behind. How can you miss something you don’t want back? How can you have dreams of making the wrong choice? The right choice?

How can any of this be?

Wild vine is growing on the side of the house, wrapping around one of the pillars of the porch and Daniel has watched the leaves sprout, has watched them in their youthful, saturated green and he’s seen them turn darker, greener, has been here for autumn painting them red and golden and the air is getting colder by the day, crisper, the sun lower and lower in the sky.

He wants to be here in spring as well, wants to wake up in that new bed he’s been building for him and Max, wants to listen to Max talk about the chickens and take the horses out for a ride. He wants to forget that he was ever more than this Daniel but there’s a 3 inked into his skin, and how do you forget who you’re used to be, if you’re still wondering what you’re missing?

He loves his life, their life – he’s happy. But Daniel Ricciardo who used to travel the world and race in the fastest cars on earth, he’s still there. And he wonders.

“That’s okay,” Max always tells him. “You’re allowed to miss it.”

And Daniel smiles, reaching out and doesn’t say what Max already knows. That it had been killing Daniel. That he’d felt crushed by it, suffocated, that his love had burned him out a, and that last year, the last two maybe, he’d felt like crying every time he put on a smile and climbed into the car. He’d felt like a coward, running away, stopping his fight.

He knows now, that it saved him.

And yet.

“I don’t know if I’d try again,” he whispers into the quiet of the night, Max’s hand carding through his thinning curls. “If someone turned back time for me. I don’t know.”

“I think,” Max says, and there’s a long pause before he presses his lips to Daniel’s head. “That’s okay too.”

[loonsmoons]

Fuck, does he love them.

“James …” He tears his gaze away from Regulus and peers up at Lily through his eyelashes from where his head is resting on her lap, one eyebrow raised in question. Forehead wrinkled a little in concern at her careful tone. “Don’t freak out now, but-” “What do you mean don’t freak out now?!” “Calm down, mon beau, she won’t break up at picnic ..” “Break up?! I wasn’t even thinking about that possibility!” Lily glares at Regulus as if to say: is this your way of helping? But he only shrugs, huffing something about Sirius’ dramatics rubbing off on James. “I’m not breaking up. It’s just …” “What is it, love?” James encourages, immediately more relaxed at that. “There is a spider in your hair-” “WHAT?!" No longer relaxed. “BUT I will take it out! Stop moving so much, I’m trying!” He dutifully drops his arms, squeezing his eyes shut while she comps through his curls, hopefully getting rid of it, before it lays its eggs in there. Or whatever it is they do … “There we go, all done” Lily eventually croons, the way doctors talk to children after giving them an injection. James carefully opens his eyes again, blinking away the spots, to find her smiling at what probably is the spider crawling around the palm of her hand. He scrunches his nose in disdain, moving from where he was comfortably lying to sit a few metres away. This earns him an overdramatic huff from Regulus who is moving closer to Lily, peering at the monster in her hand. “You insist on watching the spider-man movies every couple of months, but get scared because of this little lad?” Regulus leans in closer, to get a better look at it. “Do you know what kind it is?” “I reckon it must be an orb weaver, based on …” James drowns their conversation out, but he does continue staring at them, a smile plastered on his face. Fuck, does he love them.

(Words: 333)

Pssst, this is based on this!

[vaggietheangel]

Huskerdust week Day two:Mirror

Ange Dust looks into the mirror. Placing a new blonde wig on his head. His top set of arms added a coat of dark red lipstick. His middle set of arms adjusted the size of his bossom. He was wearing a new skin tight pink dress.

Husk wrapped his arm's around his waist from behind. His chin rested on his shoulder. "You look beautiful mia regina." He kissed the spiders cheek.

"Thanks kitty. Ya look really handsome in your new tie." Angel giggled. He used his bottom set of arms to wrap around Husk's waist. Drawing him in closer.

"See ya can be sweet, when your not a total bitch." Husk spoke as he drank on the smell of his boyfriend's perfume.

Angel rolled his mismatched eyes.

When the porn star returned that night he was exhausted. He placed his wig carefully on a stand. Quickly changing into a baggy pair of pyjamas. He was too lazy to take off his makeup. Most of it had come off with sweat anyway.

The spider ploped down on the bed. Right next to his man who was hardly awake. "I know I look like shit right now. Just pretend you didn't see me."

Husk moved closer to Angel and cupped his face in his paws. "You look even lovelier than you did this morning."

Angel could feel his heart begin to swell. He loved this man so much. He couldn't find the words to express it. So he showed him with a kiss.

[cashmoneyyysstuff]

shoto’s been staring at you for a good 5 minutes now.

you’d figured he was zoning out about three minutes in but then you looked up from your homework at him and he smiled at you, that cute little loverboy smile he does that have your legs feeling like jelly and has your heart push against your chest like it wants to escape.

okay so he wasn’t zoning out. then what is it ? did you have something on your face ? was he waiting for you to say something ?

"is there something on my face ?" you blurt out, already wiping at your chin and around your mouth

he blinks, registering your question and his eyebrows furrow lightly “no, there isn’t.” he answers curtly. reaching his colder hand up to pull your hand away from your face. you’re so much more confused now that you fail to realize he held onto your hand for a moment longer than necessary.

“so then why are you staring at me ?”

he lightly tilts his head to side at that, looking at you questioningly “ why should i not be looking at you ? does it bother you ?”

“wh—no no !” you sputter, he’s flipped the tables on you now “ i was just wondering what was up because you’ve been staring for..a while now” you trail off, suddenly feeling a little embarrassed. his eyes widen just a fraction and you think maybe you got it all wrong somehow and he was zoning out, but then he’s lowering his head in shame “i’m sorry, yn. i didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable with my staring..” he apologizes.

you’re frantic, shaking your head so hard you fear you’ll twist your neck and waving your hands hurriedly “ no, no, no ! it’s okay, sho ! you didn’t make me uncomfortable or anything !” you feel relieved when the tension on his face dissolves the slightest bit “ i was just curious, that’s all” you sigh, your arms fly back next to you because you feel like your sweating buckets and you really don’t want him seeing pit stains.

he hums like he’s thinking about something then suddenly a small smile breaks onto his face and you feel like you’ve been hit dead on by a semi truck. shoto todoroki’s ability to be so effortlessly pretty is and will forever be an enigma to you. “ i like looking at you” he starts “ whenever you do mundane things like studying, you always have this look on your face. i like it, i think it’s cute.”

okay, so turns he was out to kill you.

“ i-i do ?” he responds with a simple “mhm”. you feel like you’re sweating a lot more.

“oh.” is all you say. it’s all you can say because what the hell were you supposed to say ?!

shoto doesn’t look all that bothered by it, cool as usual, simply opting to keep staring at you. you fiddle with your fingers for a bit before you lift your head up to meet his unwavering stare “ i—uhm—thank you.” you whisper. he shakes his head “don’t thank me, you don’t have to. if you want me to stop, i can try to.”

he can try to. you feel like you’re losing your mind.

you’re way beyond flustered now. todoroki’s not a man of many words but when he does use them it throws you for a complete loop, you feel like you’re on a rollercoaster. “no that’s fine.” you answer meekly.

“you’re sure ?” you nod and he hums. “okay then, if you don’t mind.”

“it’s fine” you confirm, feeling your face heat up. “i like looking at you, too.”

you definitely like looking at the handsome smile that forms on his face from your words.

[etoiile]

in which you're sure that your boyfriend was a cat in his past life.

"huh? a cat?" nagi's drowsy voice questions. "'m not a cat. 'm a human."

"no, no." you replied. "in your past life. you were a cat in your past life, not now."

"d'know what you're talking 'bout." nagi yawned and stretched before snuggling into your waist further. "'m me 'nd that's that."

you gently massaged his scalp and he let out a low, relaxed rumble sort of sound.

"see?" you pointed out. "this is catlike behavior!"

nagi grumbled. "what are you talking about? 'm so confused."

"well," you started, "you're lazy, like a cat. and clingy, like a cat. and you practically purr when i scratch your head, like a cat."

"you cant tell me that that isn't highly catlike." you argued playfully.

nagi shifted around in your lap to be more comfortable. "a cat, huh?" he pondered aloud. "well," he gave you a boyish grin that made your knees a little weak. "if i was a cat in my past life, and a human in this one, then no matter what i am next, i hope i can spend the next 7 with you."

𝐄𝐓𝐎𝐈𝐈𝐋𝐄 ©𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑 please do not copy or repost my work on any other site. interactions appreciated! 🤍

[djarindroid]

Marry Me

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader

Summary: Daryl proposes to you under the stars (Established relationship. Setting- Alexandria)

Word Count: 712

Comments: I just wanna write endless fluffy fics for Daryl 💕

The evening breeze carried a feeling of peacefulness as you and Daryl sat outside. This had become routine for the two of you, after a long run or a day's hunt, you’d enjoy a quiet breath of fresh air together. The light from the porch lantern cast a soft glow over the both of you as Daryl meticulously cleaned his crossbow, each movement practised and methodical. 

You, perched up on the porch railing, stared at the clear night sky. You’d always found solace in the stars, sparkling way above you, not affected by any of the horrors down here on earth. You almost envied them, so removed from everything, but if you hadn’t faced the uncertainty of this world you wouldn’t be here, with the man you love. 

The amount of times Daryl had cleaned his crossbow allowed him to keep his eyes on you as he worked. His gaze was filled with nothing short of adoration as he watched the starlight dance across your skin. To be truthful, if he could spend eternity watching you gaze at the stars he’d be a very happy man. Deciding this was the perfect moment to break the comforting silence, he uttered two of the most important words he’d ever said. ‘Marry me.’ 

Instantly bringing your attention away from the sky you looked to Daryl, finding him watching you with a soft smile. His request settled around you, making the night air warmer as you felt a grin gradually spreading across your face. You hopped down from the railing and crossed the short distance of the porch to stand in front of Daryl. His eyes never leaving your face, he looked at you as if you were his whole world. You were sure the look on your own face was a mirror of his. 

You’d face everything you'd been through all over again if it meant you’d end up here, in this moment. You knew you’d do anything for the man in front of you, and couldn’t fathom a life without him.

You gently cupped his face with your hand, ‘You sure you wanna marry me D?’ You couldn’t help but ask, though you were sure of the certainty behind his words. 

‘Yeah,’ he responded without a second thought. The corners of his mouth lifted even higher as he added, ‘never been more sure of somethin’.’ He cupped one of your hands in his and tilted his head to place a delicate kiss on your palm. 

You always knew you’d spend the rest of your life with Daryl but hearing him so sure and eager to do so caused happiness to overwhelm every fibre of your being. It was so overwhelming that you couldn’t stop the tears that slowly rolled down your face. 

Daryl, ever the man of few words, spoke through his actions. Putting his crossbow to the side he stood up, his eyes stayed glued to yours. He brought his calloused hands up to tenderly cradle your cheeks, using his thumbs to delicately wipe your tears away.

‘Marrying me that bad huh? Didn’t think ya’d cry,’ he jested quietly as he rested his forehead against your own. You laughed quietly with him.

Saying yes to Daryl was as easy as breathing, ‘I’m just so happy and being Mrs Dixon is everything I could ever want,’ you confessed whilst lovingly wrapping your arms around his neck. Fireflies had circled around the two of you, as if the stars themselves had fallen to witness this moment of love that had survived the apocalypse.  

‘Good, because I dunno what I would’ve done with this if you’d of said no.’ He pulled out a simple silver ring from his pocket. It was perfect, not too flashy, just a perfect reminder of the connection between the two of you.

Time seemed to stretch around you as he carefully slipped the ring onto your finger, the weight of its significance settled into your heart. Life was no longer about surviving, it was about building a future together. As you gazed into Daryl’s eyes, gratitude washed over you, thinking about how lucky you were. You knew the stars you loved to stare at didn’t contain all the answers, but in Daryl’s eyes you saw a galaxy shining just for you. 

[eddiesghxst]

Could you write something with Eddie Munson finding out reader has a clot piercing?

“Fuckkkkk.”

Eddie tried not to stare, he really fucking tried, but there’s no way he could ignore the sinful sight before him. When you had removed your top, Eddie was sure his day couldn’t get any better, but he was gladly mistaken when he helped you wriggle out of your shorts and parted your thighs, opening you up for him to see you.

Eddie never really experienced a christmas morning like the ones he would watch in the movies, but he’s 100% sure this is what it felt like.

He had a feeling you were… pretty; as pervy as it sounds, he often wondered what you looked like, and amongst the few perverted fantasies that Eddie conjured up in his brain, absolutely none of them consisted of you with a fucking VCH piercing.

You almost feel shy under his intense gaze, but it’s immediately washed away with pleasure when Eddie brushes a thumb over your pierced clit before using both thumbs to slowly spread you open. His dick twitches and he groans, salivating at the pretty silver barbell that winks up at him beneath the room's lighting.

“See something you like?” Though you try your best to sound like some sexy mistress in a porno, your voice comes out almost shaky, clear of the excitement you’re trying so desperately to hide from Eddie. All of your efforts are for nothing, however, because Eddie can clearly see your excitement dripping out of you and seeping onto his bedsheets in sticky, honey-like drips.

“Definitely,” Eddie teases your clit once again, smirking when your thighs twitch. “Jesus, you’re quite responsive, hm?”

You nod, hands fisting the sheets below you as you peer up at him through low, fluttering lashes. “Makes it— ah— the piercing makes it really sensitive.” You explain, moaning when Eddie applies more pressure to your clit, dipping a finger lower to spread the wetness of your arousal.

Eddie’s gaze finally flickers up from your pussy to watch the way your face twists in pleasure with each flick of his fingers upon your sensitive clit, a mischievous grin spreading across his face when your chest begins to quickly rise and fall, “Oh, I’m gonna have a fucking blast with you.”

Eddie doesn’t let up on your clit until you’re pushing him away and practically begging for a break. What can he say? He loves his new toy <3

[ttulipwritezz]

Rules huh?

Sirius Black x James's sister reader

warnings: Honestly other than the reader being referred to as she/her, one year age gap, and being called beautiful I think nothing, lmk if I missed anything.

pt2, pt3

synopsis: There was one rule..and he had broken it.

Sitting in the Gryffindor common room were the four marauders.

or well three of them were sitting, the last one was pacing back and forth on the carpet such that a few more minutes would have started to dig a hole in it.

"mate...trust us, why'd we wanna get with Your sister anyway?

That was Moony, always the ever-so-sensible one

"yea, when I could have anyone at Hogwarts I assure you I wouldn't lay an eye on your sister. I'm serious"

yes...he was Sirius alright.

Here's what happened.

When James received an owl regarding his sister's transfer to Hogwarts in her fourth year, needless to say, he wasn't stoked.

It not only meant she'd be able to owl their parents on what shenanigans he did throughout the school year but it also meant keeping Boys away from her.

The first to receive this lecture were the marauders...at the least, James had to make sure his best friends weren't involved with his sister in any way.

So he had one rule...just one

Do Not Fall For My Sister.

"yea mate, not like we'd like her when she shares a face with you."

Quipped worm tail as the others agreed.

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Oh how wrong they were...

not only did you look Nothing like your brother, but you were also one of the most beautiful girls the boys had ever seen.

Sirius's interest was immediately piqued.

He'd catch a glance of you each time you'd walk the halls, or he'd drag the rest to follow you into the library, they, of course, didn't say anything because they knew how much of a book nerd Sirius could be.

It started to get a little suspicious...then he'd ask Moony to ask the gang, and they'd continue their library trips.

Honestly speaking you'd try to maintain your distance from your brother's group, the last thing you want is a bunch of fifth years on your tail.

Though part of that came from the lecture you received on your end as well...

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Sirius Orion Black

He was interesting, to say the least, he had a generally flirty personality and would often be seen winking at girls in the halls.

Oddly enough, despite your brother's warning, you were on the receiving end of quite a few.

James did NOT approve

He's noticed the little smiles and glances exchanged between the two of you rather quickly, considering how little observant he is, 7 months is quick for him.

But oh well, Sirius had broken the one rule his best friend had set up...and maybe you had too.

A/N: lmk if yall want a part two, I've been in such a marauders era brain rot please give me fic recommendations if you have any. I also haven't checked it too well so lmk if you find any mistakes I'll write a part two if enough people want one.

p.s pt.2 at a 100 notes I promise

[starrystevie]

"ids?" the curly headed bouncer asks and honestly, for a seedy hicktown bar, steve's surprised they have a bouncer at all, let alone one who looks that good under dim neon lights.

he can feel robin, ever the queen of nonchalance, freeze next to him before shoving her hand into her vest pocket and fumbling around for her fake. steve on the other hand pulls his license confidently out of his wallet and holds it out for the guy to see, turning to ask robin a question.

"so what are you going to get first-"

"no good, buddy." the bouncer looks regretful and already has his sharpie in hand to mark the back of his hand. steve sputters and drops his hand before double checking that he pulled out his id and not something dumb like a frozen yogurt punch card or family video membership card.

"what do you mean, 'no good'? how can it be no good? robin-"

his license isn't expired, it's not a fake, his face is clearly there and visible in all it's beautiful glory, and it should be able to get him into some shitty dive with no problem. the bouncer already has robin's hand in his and making a large black x on the back as she grins sheepishly at steve.

"sorry, i had to cave," she whispers while inspecting the marker lines under the dingy street light. "it's not exactly the most convincing fake."

"and you," the bouncer interrupts with a finger pointing in steve's direction and a very attractive smirk that steve is absolutely not going to think about later, "are a few weeks shy of 21, so give me your hand."

steve scowls, eyebrows pulled together and crosses his arms over his chest. "oh, come on man... look. i wasn't even going to get anything hard, just a beer or something. gotta be good to drive this thing home, you know?"

he hears robin squawk at being called a thing and bats his hand away from where he gestured to her with his thumb. he hears the bouncer laugh at either steve or robin, he's not sure, but he's very sure that he wants to hear the laugh again. he smiles in return, tries to flash the harrington charm to worm his way out of being resolved to ginger ale all night and he thinks he might have cracked the guy but then-

"nice try, pretty boy." his hand is being pulled up and the cool tip of the sharpie is pressing into his hand. steve rolls his eyes, ignores robin cackling in the background and crowing something about how it serves him right, and looks down to see the bouncer writing even more on his hand than just an x.

there's a scrawl of numbers underneath the black lines that force him to stay sober followed by a name, eddie, and a smaller x followed by o. cute, he thinks, and feels his cheeks flare up like a light.

"steve, let's go!" robin yells through the doorway as the band they came to see kicks up, the smooth voice of their singer already greeting the crowd through the tinny speakers.

"for later, if you want." the bouncer smirks and pats the back of steve's hand, his fingers trailing over the drying marker in a very not subtle way, leaving fire in it's wake. "i get off at 1 and i have beer that i'm willing to share without the eyes of the law following us. consider it an early birthday present, steve."

steve gives him a smirk in return and nods before turning to follow robin into the bar, throwing a wink over his shoulder. "happy birthday to me, then."

[misc-obeyme]

Hii!!

I'm the anon who asked about belphie and mc's nsfw moment and by their first meeting I meant when he seduces mc instead of killing them as a form a revenge. Just that!

You can start it however you like

Whenever is OG or NB

Okay, got it!

Well, I did my best lol. I used some actual lines from the game from Lesson 16 in OG. I don't know if I managed to write what you're asking for... but I tried! Hopefully it isn't too terrible.

GN!MC x Belphegor

NSFW MDNI

Warnings: Belphie is super manipulative and probably kinda OOC, penetration (reader receiving), biting

When Belphie opened his arms to hug you, you stepped into them readily. How long had you been hoping to set him free? And now you were in the attic and the door was open.

Belphie held you close, almost gently, his face buried in your neck. You felt the warmth of his breath on your skin.

"Ah… this really brings back memories," he said. "This feeling… I wonder how long it's been since I've touched a human? So, MC…"

He stepped back, but kept his hands on your waist and suddenly he was in demon form. A thrill ran through you at the sight.

"…how can I express how I'm feeling right now?" Belphie reached up to trace your bottom lip with his thumb. "What can I do?"

You weren't expecting to have this kind of reaction to him. There was a hunger in his eyes that you couldn't mistake and yet you found yourself ready, willing.

"You're stunning," Belphie said, clearly looking you up and down. He stepped closer to you again, wrapping an arm around you. "You won't make me beg, will you?"

He pressed his lips to your neck, almost biting, before he pulled back to kiss you properly.

You could have resisted, perhaps. You could have refused him. But there was so much tension between you and in that moment, all you wanted was to feel him. You kissed him back, tugged on his clothes, indicating your desire for their removal.

Belphie laughed into the kiss, pulling you against him as he moved toward the bed in the attic.

You were in a haze of heat and need as he undressed you, removing your clothes without a second thought before tossing his own to the floor.

For months, you had been working toward opening that attic door. Never once had you imagined that it would lead to this. The look in Belphie's eyes made you feel like he was planning to devour you and you found you wanted nothing else.

You squirmed a bit with impatience and he laughed again.

Belphie put a hand on your cheek. "Ah, you're so desperate for me, aren't you, MC?"

You didn't have a chance to reply as he pressed his cock into your heat. He moved faster than you were prepared for and you cried out, clutching at him, leaving nail marks in his back.

His thrusts were hard and fast from the start. You moaned and your body shuddered, your legs naturally wrapping around him.

Belphie didn't hold back. His horn pressed against your cheek as he bit your shoulder and your nails dug deeper into his back.

You came first, crying out incoherently as you did, squirming beneath him as he kept going, never losing momentum even as you squeezed him hard with your orgasm.

He lifted your hips to give himself better access and his cock was hitting that spot inside you with a consistent rhythm. Tears sprang to your eyes as you crashed into overstimulation, your fingernails raking down his arms, his name falling unceasingly from your lips.

When Belphie finally came, you gasped at the feeling of his cum inside of you. He slipped out of his demon form, laying down next to you and pressing his face into your neck.

"You humans really are foolish, idiotic, weak creatures, aren't you?" he whispered into your ear.

masterlist | Thank you for reading!

[postazkabansiriussupremacy]

Big. SoftDom!Sirius x Reader

Just porn no plot. Sirius has a size kink (aka i have a size kink and i’m projecting that onto him). I picture post azkaban!sirius being the sweetest dom

CW: nsfw. talks of consent. oral (fem receiving). piv. sub and dom. overstimulation. size kink. Praise kink. Pet names (Sweetheart, love, etc.)

Sirius has always been on the larger end of the spectrum… in more ways than one. From his height, to his broad shoulders, to his hands, and right down to his feet (and you know what they say about men with big feet).

He’s always used his size to his advantage. It’s good to use for intimidating others, he can always reach things on the top shelf, always has a good view of everyone in the room, and admittedly… it’s wonderful in bed.

And for that reason, he’s always had a thing for women smaller than him.

Then enter you.

You meet for the first time and the top of your head barely comes up to the middle of his chest. You stay for dinner after the meeting and Sirius asks you to pass the salt. His hand easily engulfs yours, and from that point on he’s absolutely smitten.

And those feelings only increase as your relationship progresses.

Now he’s got you in his bed with your knees pressed to your chest, slowly but surely pushing his large member into your tight little pussy.

Sirius made sure to put in a lot of prep work before attempting to fit himself inside you. He started with his tongue.

Focusing first and foremost on your clit, he spent a good while making you cum on his tongue. He wanted you to be soaking through the bedsheets before he even thought about using his fingers.

And once he was sure you were wet enough, he started with two fingers. Sirius pushed them inside, his tongue still lapping mercilessly at your clit, and curled his fingers inside over and over again until he thought you couldn’t take anymore.

Finally taking his mouth away from your cunt, he raised up to see your face. And oh, you poor thing… Look at you!

Red, tear stained cheeks and your chest rapidly rising and falling. You look so cute Sirius almost laughs. “So overstimulated and worn out just from my mouth, hmm? You sure you can handle more? Do you want me to stop there, sweetheart?”

Mind in a fog, breathing heavily, and barely coherent, you look Sirius in the eyes and shake your head. “No, I can take it.”

He grins and leans forward to kiss your mouth, leaving his fingers deep in your pussy. He gives you long, slow kisses whilst spreading his fingers apart in an effort to stretch you out some more.

After a few moments of kissing and stretching you apart with his fingers, Sirius pulls away and looks down at you. So small underneath him, his body overtakes yours completely. The sad and pathetic tears in your eyes, but oh-so determined to still take his cock.

He can’t help but feel proud of you. He smiles and kisses your forehead once more before whispering, “Such a brave girl for me.”

Sirius pulls his fingers out of your snatch and brings them to your mouth. You open wide and suck his fingers dry without having to be told to do so, and Sirius feels his cock twitch. He stares down at you, his fingers still deep in your mouth and Merlin, maybe he should start looking at rings… He brushes a sweaty strand of hair off your forehead. “That’s my girl.”

Sirius pushes your knees up to your chest and places a pillow under your bum. He aligns his cock up to your puffy, sopping wet cunt and slowly pushes his head inside. And holy fuck…. he starts to wonder if maybe he should’ve stretched you out with more fingers first.

It’s a tight fit. Sirius typically wasn’t one to moan during sex, but after pushing inside you? The sound that comes out of his mouth is damn-near embarrassing. Quickly followed up by a “Fuck, Y/n!”

Sirius quickly has to pull himself out of his own head, because if he doesn’t focus on you then he’ll lose himself and accidentally hurt you.

Rather than focusing on how tightly you grip his cock, he keeps his eyes on your face. Your eyes squeezed shut and mouth open wide in a gasp, Sirius places his hands on your shins and squeezes to get your attention.

Your eyes open and look up to him. Sirius can see the exhaustion and overstimulation written all over your face, and yet you keep going.

He feels an overwhelming amount of appreciation for your trust in him. He could easily take it too far by moving too quickly or pushing too deeply, resulting in a horrible and painful experience for you. But with your trust that he’ll do what’s best for you, you allow him to take full control of the situation and of your body.

The thought gives him a warm feeling in his chest.

Sirius doesn’t push any farther, but rubs your legs and coos, “Feeling alright, love?”

You nod and place your hands on top of his much larger ones, assuring him. “I’m good.”

He smiles and slowly starts rocking his hips back and forth, careful to not give you too much too quickly. With each thrust forward he inserts himself a little deeper, and Fuck does it takes a lot of self control…

Despite it being such a tight squeeze, the slick walls of your pussy allow him to easily push forward. Sirius doesn’t take his eyes off your face, vigilantly on the lookout for any signs of pain or discomfort.

Once Sirius’s shaft is about halfway inserted, you grip his hands, fingernails digging into his skin, and whine, “Feels so full!”

Sirius doesn’t pause his thrusts, which are slowly coming faster and faster. He praises, knowing you can handle more. “You’re taking me so well, sweetheart. Doing so good for me.”

The deeper Sirius goes, the moans and whines spilling out of your mouth become louder and more consistent until you’re tightly gripping the bedsheets and praising his name like a hymn.

Sirius is close to bottoming out when he starts to feel the walls of your cunt clenching and squeezing around him like a vice grip. He groans, knowing he won’t be lasting much longer either. “That’s it, baby, cum for me just one more time.”

Seeing your back arch and eyes rolling to the back of your head, Sirius finally pushes the full length of his shaft inside you. He cums with a loud moan of your name followed by a string of curses.

Once the high begins to pass, he looks down at you: sweaty, red-faced, exhausted, and absolutely glowing. Breathing heavily and knowing he probably looks the same as you, Sirius lets out a quiet laugh. Not pulling his cock out quite yet, he spreads your legs off your chest and leans down to kiss you. “You alright, love?”

“Perfect.” You breathe. “Bit nervous I’ll have trouble walking tomorrow though.”

[loonsmoons]

FUCK, DOES HE LOVE THEM?

“This one is James” Sirius gestures to one of his friends.

James is a little taller than Sirius, even though Regulus has been told otherwise. But he is clearly quite athletic, so his brother wasn’t lying about that. Looks likeable, with his ridiculously untamed dark curls and entrancing hazel eyes, big behind his glasses.

He has an adorable smile as well, Regulus notes.

And he’s directing it at him right now, offering him his hand to shake.

“Hi” smile growing “Hi, I’m Regulus” shaking his hand “Pleasure to meet you, dude”

Which … catches him off guard for a second.

He told Sirius to be as neutral as possible when talking about him and he doesn’t think there’s anything about him that would make it too obvious to a stranger. Sure, he cut his hair, now only just curling at his shoulders. And he is wearing his binder, but with all these layers he’s wearing today, he’s not sure it makes much of a difference. And he does wear quite some contouring powder to make his face appear sharper. But he hasn’t even started testosterone and all in all he’s still looking acceptable to their mother so …

“And this one, this is Lily” Sirius interrupts his thoughts.

Still a little confused, Regulus turns towards the girl next to James. She’s taller than both James and Sirius and has some beautiful curves. Her hair though is what draws his attention, a fiery red falling in waves and reaching her lower back. Bangs hanging into her bewitching green eyes. And when she smiles at him, he notices a little gap between her front teeth.

Well, barely notices, because just when he does, she lets go of James’ hand, holding it out to him, the movement catching his attention instead.

Regulus shakes hers as well, repeating his name to her.

Taking notice of how warm her hand feels even though they’re out in the freezing cold. Which means they must’ve been holding hands while walking here, which then again means … Regulus isn’t sure what that means … That they’re dating?

Sirius hasn’t mentioned anything like that, so rather selfishly he hopes they’re not, would be a shame …

“No wonder you didn’t introduce us any sooner” “Jealous that he got the good genes, Pads?” “Because he sure is a pretty boy … Got quite some competition there, Black”

Sirius huffs, trying to wrestle the two of them “You’re supposed to be my friends!”

And usually, Regulus isn’t a fan of his brother’s dramatics, but he certainly is now. It means his blooming blush and nervous giggle go unnoticed.

Or so he thought.

But then he catches Remus’ eye from across from him, winking at him and smiling knowingly. Though what there’s to know, he isn’t sure. Or maybe he is. But he’d like to pretend there’s nothing to know.

He doesn’t doubt though, that if anyone knew it’d be Remus, because clearly he knows everything, knowing this too: He nods to Regulus’ chest, which freaks him out for a second, because what does that mean?

Regulus does look down though and, oh …

That explains. A little he/him pin on his jacket is what has given him away.

Just that it isn’t his jacket, it’s Remus’. He handed it to Regulus when he noticed him freezing his ass off because obviously, he knew that too.

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Pssst, this is based on this!

[loptido]

hi there, nothing much, just coming on to think about..

coming home late into the afternoon— it’s borderline evening, the setting sun already shining the world in an overlay of a calming orangey-yellow — to kazuha who welcomes your return with a soft smile and arms open wide, just waiting for you to come in between them so they can wrap you in a hug.

you close the door behind you as you lug yourself towards him, slumping into his open arms as soon as you get close enough. kazuha remains silent. usually he’s all chipper with a poem riddled in infatuation and utter admiration already spewing from his mouth, acting like the opening line to your conversation.

neither of you say a word. kazuha’s hands pat you gently, one buried in your hair giving you small rubs to ease away any headaches that lingered from today, and the other on your back, occasionally moving around to massage your stress away. he always does this; it’s relaxing, and it works well to ease away your tension, your stress, and you finally let the tears flow through.

the poet’s clothes get stained with tears, but he doesn’t care.

you stay like that for a little while longer, kazuha holding you tight as you let the stress from the morning leave your body through tears.

once they’ve dried, kazuha wipes your cheeks and presses a soft kiss to your forehead. “want some tea?” he asks, intwining your hands together as he softly leads you to the kitchen, “i’ll steep your favourite. it won’t take long, don’t worry. i’m not leaving your side, dove.”

[whump-queen]

“You did so well”

It’s the way whumper says it—the way they speak to whumpee. It’s their voice—half the time angry, biting, and degrading, only to mutate into something sickeningly sweet in the aftermath of the pain, when whumper leans in close with sticky murmurs of affection—of mocking praise.

A toxic, slimy liquid that drips from whumper’s lips and oozes thick and heavy down whumpee’s ears and neck and shoulders.

It makes whumpee’s skin crawl.��

Or at least, it did.

At first. 

But there comes a point, during the more creative of whumper’s tortures, where the pain becomes too much, where the excruciating burn of the knife or the sear of the brand is blacking out whumpee’s brain and shoving their head deep underwater, shrinking their existence down through a tiny pinhole, only to be materialized again on the other side, dazed beyond belief, panting and shaking and still bound in whumper’s arms. 

It’s those precious few moments of reprieve in the aftermath, where the warmth of whumper’s shoulder against their cheek is enough for whumpee to sink into it— For their teeth to unclench, for their shoulders to slump against whumper’s torso, for their shaking knees to crumple into whumper’s lap.

For each part of them to give up—to give in— until they’re spilling hot tears into the fabric between shaking, heaving breaths, staining whumper’s shirt with the small beads of blood that still weep from their bitten lip.

Whumper only holds whumpee’s head tightly against their shoulder and let’s them ride out the sobs. 

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