#sirius black thoughts

[whorediaries-09]

Sirius Black with a breeding kink where he goes 'spread your legs wider.' ???? For kinktober!!!

hello i'm foaming at the mouth??

i'll hold my breath;

pairing- sirius black x reader warning(s)- 18+ content, mentions of injury. a/n- i wrote this with older sirius in mind. ya'll can think whatever you want to.

prompt- breeding + 'spread your legs wider'

the diner. kinkotober masterlist. kinkotober rules

it feels like there's no one in the world. it feels like the world is silent. and you appreciate it. you don't want this moment to be gone. you want to stay in this state forever, his arm wrapped around you. his touch serene. the touch that lingers, crawls under your skin. it kisses your soul from the inside.

it's intimate.

he's got you as close as humanly possible. you like to think it's because he doesn't want to lose you. and maybe it's true. you had seen the sheer panic in his eyes when you'd knocked at his door, bloodied, defeated and escaped from endless hours of copious torture from your captivators.

he held you as you cried. he held you, bandaging up your wounds. his usually stable hands shaking as they held you. he kissed you for the first time. he told you he was afraid of losing you.

you'd held his hand, nudging his forehead with yours, breathing heavy against his mouth. you told him that he wasn't going to lose you anytime soon. you intended to stay.

he told you he loved you. he told you he loves you.

you drew circles on his cold palm. truth be told, the idea of losing him was just as haunting. the idea that you could've lost him before you even had him haunted you. you needed to feel that he'd be by your side. you needed to know that you weren't going to lose him anytime soon.

you turned around under the sheets, cupping his face with your bandaged hand. you stared at his pale, porcelain skin. the stubble on his cheeks. the soft dimple on his left cheek. under the glow of the shattered moonlight you saw him glow.

'sirius,' you whispered, the sudden covet too deep. you yearned for him, you yearned for his assurance. that he was there. that he was going to be there. that you weren't going to lose him anytime, ever.

his eyelashes fluttered before he opened his eyelids.

'yes, my love? are you hurt?' he asked, feeling the coarse fabric of the bandage with his fingers.

'no,' you said. you weren't. how could you be? he was finally yours. but you needed to know he was yours.

'i just...' you sighed, stopping mid-way.

'yes?' he asked, tucking a piece of your hair behind your ear. you couldn't say it. no. you needed to spell it out on his lips. so, you kissed him.

furious. hot. like a starved person. desire fueled inside you as you kissed him hard and deep. as you felt the notes of malt whiskey on his tongue. the scent of his aftershave and the cigarettes he smoked on his breathe. the slender fingers tangling in your hair, pulling you closer. not like the first time you'd kissed him earlier in the night.

he pulls away, gasping for breath. in the iridescent light, he sees your swollen lips. he feels a warmth rush down to his nether regions. it feels like a incentive. but he's not sure. he decides to test the waters by running his fingers down your waist. you shiver. his touch is cold.

but you like the cold. you like the contradictory feel of your warm skin against his cold one. you almost beg for it. it's comforting. it's the beginning of something you know you want.

then, like the snap of a finger, he's straddling you. and sliding his t-shirt up, as he's kissing you. you feel his erection grow, hot and big as you touch him. you're trailing your fingers down his sides. his breathing goes erratic. his lips are all over your heated skin, kissing every portion it possibly can.

his fingers trail down to the elastic of your shorts. he's pulling them down. but you're shy. even though you're bucking your hips, telling him to touch him, you're shy. you've got your thighs pushed together.

he sits between your calves, holding his cock in his hand.

'spread your legs wider,' he says, voice stern. it's not a request. it's an order. as if he knows what you want. as if he knows that you crave him. as if he knows he's been your drug even before he'd been yours. but the truth was, he'd always been yours. you whimper under his stare. he slides his finger between your inner thigh, softly pinching the skin.

you jerk open your legs for him, barring your wet, aroused core. it's vulnerable. it's intimate. he slides between your legs, lining his cock with your cunt. he gasps, pushing into you. it's a wonderful burning stretch that you feel as he slides into you. as if you'd been waiting for this your whole life.

but you're greedy. you want more.

you pull him closer by his neck, as he pushes himself deep, so deep. he gasps, a broken moan escaping his lips. you smile, pulling him closer.

'fuck,' you whimper. he stays. you feel him like the way you'd always wanted to. you're never going to lose him.

he pulls himself out, before pushing himself into you again.

'what a pretty cunt,' he says, wrapping your legs around his waist, pulling you closer. your sweaty chests touch, and he buries his neck within the nape of your neck.

'thought i'd almost lost you tonight, sweetheart,' he says, thrusting, more erratic with each passing minute. it's as if he's trying to get out all those years' frustration he couldn't feel, touch you, hiding behind the veil of friendships.

'you're never going to lose me,' you manage out. you feel him so deep into you. it's as if he's always belonged there. 'i thought i was going to lose you before i could ever have you,'

the tip of his cock touches your g-spot and you're seeing stars. your toes curl. your breathe eradicates. your chest heaves as he thrusts and fucks you, stimulating the core tightening of your orgasm. your walls flutter around him. your nails dig into his inked back.

'fuck,' he groans, feeling you gripping him tight. 'gonna cum sweetheart?' he asks. your eyes shed tears of pleasure.

'y-yes, sirius, right there,' you say, chained with profanities and his name as your orgasm breaks away from your body and onto his stomach.

he fucks you through your release, his own thrusts growing sloppy. he grips your chin, maintaining eye-contact with you.

'i'm gonna fuck my babies into you, darling,' he says. you nod vigorously.

'and you-' he moans, biting his lip, as your walls clench around him at his words, 'you're going to look me in my fucking eyes as i do so,' he manages out.

he releases thick, hot ropes of cum into you. you feel it filling you up, satiated. he doesn't pull out. you feel him soften inside you. he kisses you.

'you're gonna look so pretty with your stomach swelled up with my babies,'

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[fandom-puff]

I have lots of smutty thoughts:

John Shelby is secretly a kinky fck with a massive dom side that would put Tommy to shame

Sirius Black is the biggest sub and has cum just by eating you eat out multiple times

Hotch is really vanilla until he meets you and realizes how absolutely filthy you are it ends with him taking a week off just so you two can fck uninterrupted and discover every kink he didn’t know he had

Omggg. I’ve put a ‘read more’ thing cos this is a bit longer!

Send smutty thoughts about fictional men x

John Shelby is one kinky motherfucker, and he’s definitely dominant in AND out of the bedroom. He adores rough, filthy sex, and loves seeing his cum splatters on your body, be it your belly, ass, tits, thighs, whatever. But what really makes him feral is seeing his cum seeping out from your cunt. Fuck, it gets him hard all over again, only this time he’ll fuck you through several orgasms, as even if he’s hard, it’ll be a while before he cums again. Not that you’re complaining obv. Definitely one to grab your cheeks and force you to look at him, telling his pretty girl that she’s gonna cum on his cock over and over, till he’s done with you, that his good girl can take it, can’t she?

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Sirius black can be such a sub, and he’s definitely got a bratty streak to him. He’d DEFINITELY cum from eating you out, grinding his hips into the bed, rutting like a horny little puppy. Rather fitting really. His eyes would roll back so much, but when you do see his actual irises and pupils, his pupils are blown so wide they almost eclipse his irises completely. And his pale face is flushed the prettiest pink, a little sheen of sweat glistening on his forehead, his black hair sticking to his face as he dives deeper into your cunt, hardly stopping breathe.

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Aaron Hotchner is rather vanilla, given he and Hailey didn’t experiment much. Not that that means he’s bad at sex- I envisage him as someone who wants to make sure his girl finishes at least once or twice before he even thinks of his own release. But when you approach him, your face aflame and barely able to hold eye contact, about your filthy fantasies, he’s taken aback. But hearing that you want him to overpower you, to slap you around a little, to have complete control over your pleasure, you bet your ass he’s doing his research. Absolute consent king. And thus ensues a rather extensive regime of kink exploration, discovering what gets the two of you going.

[daenysx]

for the sleepover, how'd you imagine the marauders (poly! or separately) reacting to an insomniac reader, who'd stay up with r the most, who'd come up with movie marathons or late night recipes they just needed to try, who'd encourage r the most to vent or to take meds, stuff like that (insomnia is kicking my ass lately, this is so not indulgent)

hi, gorgeous!! i'll be writing this separately but i think it wouldn't be too different with poly!

i think james would definitely try to use his special powers (as in giving the best best back rubs and neck massages and head kisses) to try to get you to sleep. i mentioned this in the latest james concept i posted, i think he'd be a heavy sleeper but he'd try to stay awake with you and be cautious just in case you wake up in the middle of the night when you finally manage to close your eyes and don't wake him up

i imagine sirius would try to distract you the best he can, he's definitely a night owl and he'd want you pick all the movies you wanna watch with him. when you feel bad because of the lack of sleep, he'd keep his cool because someone has to be calm. he'd play with your hair, maybe braid it as you watch the movie, anything he can do to give some comfort.

now, i think remus is the most sensible of the trio, because he definitely has the same problem time to time, he knows it's upsetting and he understands both the reasons and consequences. remus would encourage you to tell him anything, it's okay if you can't sleep and cry about it because he's there to dry your tears and kiss your cheeks. he makes you a cup of tea every time you get exhausted, he holds you in his arms, maybe offers to read you a book out loud. he's just always with you.

sad girl sleepover ♡

[hyperfocuscentre]

it’s so funny how fanart of remus and a black dog is wolfstar fanart, because imagine trying to explain that this man is gay for the dog to a victorian child.

[lafleshlumpeater]

haven't been as active as usual recently, so a little blurb to make up for it <3 hope you enjoy

Warnings: Slytherin reader, flirty Sirius (the biggest warning here), eating and drinking (no alcohol), celebrating Christmas, the marauders being icons, barty and evan slaying

sirius black masterlist

You walked into the great hall with a charming grin gracing your lips, wishing your acquaintances and classmates from the other houses a ‘Happy Christmas’ as you passed their tables, eventually settling with your housemates at Slytherin’s table and once again thanking your dormmates for their gifts you had received from them that same morning. One of the gifts was a festive, stripy red and green jumper, which you had decided to pull over a band t- shirt after deciding you weren’t bothered to change out of it. Responding to the compliments you received regarding it with a playful wink, you began to pile food onto your plate- meals were always better at Christmas- whilst making conversation with Lucius Malfoy concerning the upcoming prefect meeting after teasing him for the holly wreath adorning his platinum head of hair. You laughed when he scowled, beaming at Narcissa in faux- innocence when she elbowed him fondly.

You were just thinking how your Christmas was starting off great when you heard a familiar voice calling your name from the next table over.

The Gryffindor table.

You looked in the general direction of the voice with a raised eyebrow. Of course.

Sirius Black.

He winked over at you at which you responded with a scowl, when he smiled: “Finally warming up to me are you? Wearing a bit of red in who knows how many years for my house colour? That’s desperate y’know, real desperate.” He shook his head, but there was a glint of amusement in his eyes. You huffed.

Trust the eldest Black brother to make Christmas about himself too- though you couldn’t deny that you were subtly eyeing him throughout your meal, waiting for him to make a comment as he usually did- whether in class, on the grounds or in the hall.

“You self- obsessed gremlin- funny, but ever thought red is a Christmas colour? You think you’re so clever, but that was just pure stupid- like saying your eyes are silver, a Slytherin colour, making you obsessed with me,” you called back triumphantly- though it was short- lived.

Sirius playfully shoved Remus who chortled beside him at your banter, but didn’t take his eyes off of you, looking you up and down. “Been looking at my eyes, have you y/ln?”

You roll your eyes and exhale sharply at his witty retort, internally cursing the colour rising to your cheeks as he smirked at you over his shoulder wolfishly, mouthing: ‘you look hot, by the way’.

You look away from him immediately, outwardly cursing Barty and Evan who were whistling and laughing at your somewhat amusing predicament.

Sirius’ lips quirked upwards, calling out a little louder: “Alright there? You’re as red as your jumper, love.”

You groaned and buried your face into your arms which were resting on the table- simultaneously kicking your snorting friends as they poked fun at you further. Sirius turned around successfully, blushing slightly himself at your adorable reaction as he smiled genuinely into his glass of pumpkin juice, ignoring James when he coughed out something which sounded suspiciously like ‘simp.’

hope this is good <3

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[fictional-magic]

Aaaaaa helloooo

I was watching Aashiqui 2 today and if I'm being honest it reminded me so much of Sirius Black. I'm not sure if you are taking requests, but can I ask for a Sirius Black au based on this movie?

If you feel uncomfortable, feel free to ignore this. Have a lovely day<3

hiiiiii! i haven't watched aashiqui 2 yet, so i'll see the film and write something. however, i AM planning on a sirius black fic with devdas dynamics....

send more asks pls!

[stxr-slut]

Sirius and his incessant habit of pushing people away.

Him and reggie once they're both in school, pushing him away with the thinly veiled excuse of he doesn't like slytherins, when really it's because he thinks he'll get regulus in trouble by hanging out with him still. That he'll just damage his image. Plus he thinks his brothers a little stuck up..

He tries to push away James when he realises he's too dependant on him. He hates relying on people, so he doesn't like that he does rely on James for so much.

Remus after the prank. Sirius thinks he's the worst human alive, that he doesn't deserve anyone, let alone remus. He shuts himself away for days, refusing to eat dinner to the point that Minnie gets worried, but he pushes her away too.

He can't accept affection, because he knows he'll always screw it up in some way.

[once-upon-an-imagine]

Send me some Sirius thoughts? I'm in the mood to write for him but nothing is coming out 😫 it can be either Hograrts, post-Hogwsrts or post-Azkaban!

Any kind of Sirius

😁♥️

[tieitoffinlace]

character bingo!!

sirius

and i can confirm the "if anything happens to them i will cry bc i did cry and get cry all over my book

[stardancer17]

sirius is definitely putting werewolf remus on the hear me out cake

[whorediaries-09]

hey there love, congrats on ur upcoming bday although i do hope i'll be able to congratulate on the actual day) <3

my request is with your mind wants to leave ✒️ and slow morning sex with sirius, like cozy af, under the sheets, with rain outside, aftercare, the good stuff (i just want proper autumn already) please and thank you 🧡

hello darling, thank you for sending in a request and the wish hehe!

bed chem

pairing- sirius black x reader warning(s)- 18+ content, fluff. a/n- blame sabrina carpenter for the fic title ☝️

little train. join my celebration!

you don't wake up to the raspy voice of sirius this morning. you wake up to the sound of rain pattering on the glass windows. he's unnaturally close to the warmth of your body, his tatted arms wrapped tight around your body. his chin his tucked in the crook of your neck. you feel his slight stubble tickling your skin.

you rake your nails over his cold skin, in an attempt to wake him up. he grips you tighter, pulling you closer to his naked torso. the sheets soft on your bodies sleepy bodies.

'sweetheart,' you whisper, turning your head to look at his sleepy form. he groans, hiding his face deeper within the crevice of your neck.

'i've got to go to work,' you say, trying to gently move his grip around your body. if you were being honest with yourself, you didn't really want to go to work. you'd rather just stay at home, soaked in the warmth of your boyfriend's heat, away from the gloomy, rainy weather outside. and make some love, too.

'i don't want you to go today, love,' he says, voice cold and raspy after a good night's sleep. 'stay today. i'll make you breakfast just the way you like it, and i'll make you tea too,'

'just breakfast and tea?' you tease, completely turning your body around to face him. he smiles, as your fingers remove scattered locks of hair from his face.

'maybe love too,' he says, sliding his hand under your sleeping shirt, fingertips cold against your hot skin. you let out a soft chuckle at his words, tension clearly developing between the both of you, but none wanting to make the give in and make the first move.

he traces his finger on your waist, curving down to your torso, watching as your breathes become slow and bothered, your hot skin picking up goosebumps from his cold touch.

'don't be such a tease, sirius,' you warn, fingers intertwining with his locks, as you pull him closer to your lips, least bothered about morning breath. he smiles against them, clearly enjoying the effect he has on you. he hooks his finger on the waistline of your (his) boxers, slowly pulling them down.

'i'm not being a tease, sweetie,' he says, smirking. he flips you on your back, towering over you, his body between your spread legs. he bends down, placing his hot lips on your thighs, leading towards your core.

'so wet for me already,' he says, rubbing his thumb on your clit. his stubble scratches the soft skin of your inner thighs as he kisses them. you wrap your legs around his head, pulling him closer to your hot core. he slides between your legs, lips trailing all over your body, before he's positioned perfectly, his hardening cock at your slit.

'come on, sirius,' you whine. he smiles, running his fingers through his hair, putting the locks behind his ears. he enters into you slowly, feeling the warmth of your cunt pulling him so perfectly.

'oh fuck,' he gasps, as he starts moving in slowly. he pulls you closer to him, wrapping his hands around your waist as he does so. he thrusts and pushes into your slow and sweet, feeling you completely. your lips lock with his, moans and groans swallowed. you feel his tongue interlock with yours, as he slowly increases his pace, and pulling you impossibly closer.

you dig your nails into his back as he hits your sweet spot, the coil of orgasm bubbling in you. your walls convulse around him. you feel his thrusts go sloppy, and you bend your back, revealing skin for him to mark. he sinks grazes your skin with his lips.

'fuck, sirius,' you groan, as your orgasm hits, and your walls convulse and you release yourself around his cock. it stimulates his own, and you feel hot coils released inside you.

'you were so good,' he says, laying you down, not pulling himself out just yet. you feel his cock soften inside you and you moan softly, still sensitive. he lays down behind you, wrapping you tight with his arms, and pulling you closer. he trails innumerous kisses on your arms, neck and face, burying his face within the crevice of your neck. you sigh, contently, cradling his face in your palms, eyes raking over his beautiful face,

'i love you so much,' he pecks you on your lips, tucking a sweaty strand of hair behind your ear,

'i love you so much more,'

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[lafleshlumpeater]

Love it ofc anything mal writes is >>> el mejor

congrats on 2k!!! i recently started following you and you’ve become one of my favs v quickly!

could you pls write a patching up b’s wounds with sirius?? ty!!!

summary: sirius cuts his hand and you patch him up. cw! mentions of minor injuries/blood

fem!reader 0.5k words

Sirius’s hand is covered in blood. He stares at it. The blood looks like red paint on his pale skin.

“Jeez, Siri,” comes your voice from the doorway. Sirius looks up. You’ve still got that look on your face, that worried, exasperated look. Your arms are full of a first aid kit. “You’ve got to be more careful, baby.”

Sirius thinks he’d take a knife to the hand a million times if you’re gonna call him baby every time he does. “I am careful,” he says, keeping his thoughts to himself.

You laugh like what he said isn’t funny at all. “No, you’re not. Don’t pretend you weren’t brandishing that knife around like it was a sword.”

Sirius pouts. He thought you hadn’t seen that. And he wasn’t brandishing. He was just cutting vegetables. Sirius-style.

“I’m injured,” he mopes, watching you pull a chair around the table so you can sit right next to him. “Stop being mean.”

You roll your eyes. Sirius suppresses a grin. It gets harder to do so when you sit down and shuffle your chair closer still, your knees knocking his.

“Give me your hand,” you say, holding your own hand palm up on the table. Sirius does as he’s told, lest he face your wrath.

Shockingly gentle, you wrap your fingers around his wrist and pull his hand towards you. You wrinkle your nose at the wound before getting to work. Sirius watches your face as you clean the blood from his hand, sees how the crease in your brow disappears when you realise the cut is not as deep as it looks. He’s lucky it’s not deeper. He thinks you might stab him yourself if it was.

You clean the cut with disinfectant, and it stings but Sirius doesn’t say so. He can imagine what you’d say. Stop complaining, this is your fault, baby.

After you’ve cleaned the cut you wrap his hand in gauze and a bandage, your fingers soft and the look on your face softer. Your thumb presses into his pulse point as you carefully dress his hand. He wonders if you can feel his pulse. Then he wonders if you can tell it’s faster than usual with you so close.

Watching you pack up the first aid kit, his hand freshly fixed up by you, Sirius finds he can’t hold his tongue. “I’m sorry,” he blurts. “Really, I am. I’ll try to be more careful.”

You look a bit shocked that he’s apologising. Confused, at most. But then your face softens, your mouth forms a smile, your pretty eyes crinkling at the corners.

“Don’t be sorry,” you say quietly. “It’s okay.”

Sirius can’t figure out why you’re suddenly taking it easy on him. Not that you’d ever been hard on him in the first place, but he’d expected a telling off, or something of the sort. Nothing like this.

“Sorry,” he says again, unsure.

You giggle, and if Sirius’s hand wasn’t injured he’d take your face in both his hands and squeeze your cheeks until your skin warms under his hands. He opts for doing it one-handed instead, raising his uninjured hand to cup your cheek, his thumb ghosting over the corner of your smiling mouth.

“Thanks for fixing me up,” he says. “I’ve never had a nurse as pretty as you before.”

As he’d expected, your face warms under his touch. You roll your eyes, also expected.

“You’re full of it,” you say, more soft than exasperated.

Sirius grins. “Thanks, pretty girl.”

[daenysx]

hi gorgeous😭 following up on the sirius hair thing, I AGREE that man is a certified slut in the best way possible, like just imagine him being a brat then reader swiftly and casually just slips her hand in his hair and pulls a little and he crumbles and BEGS oh my

hi baby!!! oh my god thank you for sending this because i'm so close to losing it- HE'S DEFINITELY ACTING ALL BRATTY and he gives you all those stupidly attractive smirks, so teasing so playful, basically stays on his knees as you sit on couch- AND THEN???

all you have to do is slipping your hand to his hair like you're casually fixing it but instead you play with his scalp and pull the locks ever so slightly. sirius doesn't even know how to react other than leaning into your touch AND LITERALLY CRAWLING ON THE FLOOR TO GET CLOSER TO YOU! you're like, yeah not so teasing now are you, and he's like no oh god do it again- and then you keep playing with him until he begs you to do it in bed- just putting your hands to his hair every time for you to pull it as he eats you out-

i literally cannot shut up about this

[hyperfocuscentre]

Sirius Black is..

skin decorated with jewellery and tattoos, an attempt at saying ‘look at me! i’ve lived! i’ve made this vessel my own!’

a beaten leather jacket, littered with pins and badges.

loud music blaring from a record player, the thump of platform boots against the ground in time to the beat.

in the frustration you feel when you apply eyeliner to your waterline, and it disappears.

the brightest star in the sky, determined to be visible and eternally bold.

[lafleshlumpeater]

sirius black x slytherin!reader

[syrcinus]

commission I did for @lexithwrites