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Rough: Frank Castle x Reader (NSFW)

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It’s late when you turn up at Frank’s door. You don’t expect him to be home, he never is at this time. He’s usually out on patrol or on the hunt. You can tell he’s been sleeping when he opens the door. His dark hair is ruffled, his eyes a little blurry. He’s wearing a black vest that clings to his frame over grey sweatpants.

“Angel…” He murmurs as he opens the door to let you inside.

You have him up against the wall before he even closes it, your mouth is on his as his back impacts against the plaster. You’re a strong little thing, he forgets about that sometimes. He thinks it’s because it’s been a while since the two of you actually tussled.

He remembers the last time, the scrape of gravel across his face as your knee dug into his back. He’d been both pissed off and proud because the two of you had been sparring since the night Lou Beretti sent those thugs after you and you’d come a long way since then. Not a single person had got the drop on him throughout his tenure as The Punisher but then his scrappy little cop from Queens had pulled the rug out from underneath his feet and dumped him in the drunk tank for the night because he was ‘interfering’ with her investigation.

Now he stays out of your shit, and you stay out of his.

When you bite his lower lip, he moans into your mouth, his hips surging forward so that you can feel his hard cock straining against the fabric of his sweatpants. He switches positions, pinning you against the wall with his muscular form. His forehead comes to rest against yours, his breathing ragged as your hand encloses on his wrist guiding his large hand up so that his palm covers your throat.

“Do your worst.” You say, pressing down on his fingers, forcing them to dig into the soft underside of your throat. “Treat me like I’m your whore.”

He looks into your eyes, and he sees the intensity in your gaze. You get like this sometimes, when things have gotten dark, and you need to feel something. He’s been there, he knows what it’s like to feel hollowed out, numb. You need him to take care of you tonight, to fuck all of the thoughts right out of your head.

“Safe word?” He questions, his thumb tracing over the shape of your lips.

“Daisy.” You murmur and he smiles.

It’s the first flower he ever gave you.

His kisses are bruising, forceful. His tongue thrusting into your mouth as he tears the clothes away from your body. He pins you down on the bed, the heat from his naked flesh rolling over yours as he forces your legs apart with his thigh. Your wetness smears against the hard muscle and your back arches as you try to generate a little more friction against your clit.

“Can’t help yourself can you?” He mutters into your ear as he grips your jaw and tilt your head away from him baring your throat. “Need my cock that badly huh?”

You don’t respond and he doesn’t expect you to. When he’s with you he can’t help but run his mouth but that’s not what you need tonight. It’s not about the words, it’s about the physicality, the sensation. He isn’t gentle when he enters you, he does it with one firm stroke, filling you entirely and the noise you make, fuck he nearly comes right there and then.

It gets rough after that.

Your nails rake up his back, the sting of it intermingling with the ecstasy as he fucks you like you’re nothing to him, just a vessel for his own pleasure.

“Harder.” There’s a bite to your voice, a savageness. “Make me feel it.”

He raises to the challenge, his muscular arm wrapping around your waist, gripping you in place as he uses you like his personal fucktoy.

It’s brutal, violent. The slapping of skin resounds through the air, the sound mixing with your hitched breathing as he thrusts inside of you hard and deep.

“Feel that?” He mutters against your skin, his lips brushing over the teeth marks he’s left on your shoulder. “That’s what you do to me, drive me so fucking crazy I can’t control myself.”

You’re close, so close he can fucking taste it. It’s in the way that pretty cunt of yours clenches around his dick, the scrape of your teeth as you bite down on his shoulder hard enough to break the skin. You drag him over the edge with you, his release spilling into you as he grasps your hips, holding them flush against his own. He doesn’t stop, he fucks it deeper, marking his territory because you’re his, you’ll always be his and in that moment the animal in him needs you to know it.

“That’s it my angel, take it.” He murmurs, his palm coming to rest on the back of your neck as he holds you against him. “Take it all.”

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When you've been trying to write all week, but your allergies drain you 😭🤧🥺

#if only she knew #and a lost in space oneshot #are coming #i promise #our weather has been fluxuating #which means our allergies are being ridiculous #worry not #i may have quite a bit for you in the next few days #🤞🏼

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These are so cool 😍

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Sexiest Police Commissioner ever 😍

Jim 🫶

#jim gordon #gary oldman

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Chapter Five: Dog Behavior

His magic was weak; he could still feel it coursing through his veins, faint but still present. But using it at the vet clinic had taken more of a toll on him than he initially thought it would. It would be weeks, possibly longer, before he would be strong enough to use it again without a wand. That was assuming that resting would be enough to gain his strength back. He had heard of wizards losing their magic after having gone without a wand for too long, but none of them had ever used any magic at all after they’d lost their wands. He had at least consistently performed the animagi charm both nonverbally and wandlessly. In theory, that had been what was sustaining his magic now.

Penny had been bustling around her flat since early that morning, cleaning it seemed, while he sat in the sitting room, staring up at the glass case above the mantle. He needed to get that bloody thing open, quickly. The sooner he could begin getting used to the wand, not to mention letting it get to know him, the better. He thought he could have another go at opening the case as soon as Penny left again. She had mentioned going to view the room where she would be defending her work, whatever that meant, which meant that he, Sirius, would have some time alone in her flat.

He would first need to get the case open, then hope to Godric the wand was compatible with him. His knowledge of wand lore was essentially nonexistent, but he had never forgotten the warm, cozy feeling that had enveloped him the first time he held the wand he took to Hogwarts with him — 15 inches, dragon heartstrings core and made of cedar with a slightly flared handle. That wand had been lost to Azkaban, of course, at least he assumed so. It hadn’t been snapped, of that much he could be sure. He had read in an ancient text that the snapping of a wand often led to the wizard’s magic becoming unstable and depleting over time, and he had never had any trouble wandlessly transforming into Padfoot. His wandless effort at the pet clinic also suggested that his original wand was still very much intact, likely lost in a pile of confiscated belongings somewhere at the Ministry of Magic.

At any rate, acquiring a new wand was ideal for his purposes. In just three weeks he would be on his way to Hogwarts to find the man he had once called brother and finally getting justice for James and Lily. If he had to spend the rest of his life in Azkaban or endure the Dementors Kiss, he would ensure that Peter could no longer be in a position to hurt Harry. But first…

“Okay, I just have to run to the campus and then to the library, but I’ll be back in an hour, okay boy?” Penny said as she came into the sitting room with his early afternoon meal; it was oatmeal with blueberries this time.

She refilled his water bowl and gently patted his head before gathering her keys and bag, leaving her flat in a purposeful stride. He ate what was in his bowl and waited until he heard a car door opening and closing before he stood and went to close the drapes one at a time. He transformed and went to the case on the mantle. With a hand on either side, he picked it up and brought it with him to the sofa where he sat to examine it. It appeared to be sealed from all sides with metal bolts in each corner.

“Shit,” he muttered to himself, trying to use his fingers to pull off the bolts. They wouldn’t budge, his fingers continued to slip off of them again and again. He’d even tried to use his fingernail in the cross that was etched into the front of the bolts, but nothing happened except he nearly ripped his fingernail off. There was only one solution to be had.

He stood and raised the glass case over his head, ready to throw it down and shatter it. He could always put it back together once he got the wand out. His eyes caught the photo of Penny in the corner, and the guilt deep in his subconscious began to stir. She had been so kind to him. To steal from her seemed… wrong. Necessary, but wrong. But then another thought creeped in — what if the wand didn’t work for him? What if he was incompatible with it? Then destroying her property would’ve been for nothing, not to mention that she would likely be confused as to how it had been broken in the first place.

“SHIT!” he spat, lowering his arms. He couldn’t break it. He would have to find a way to get Penny to open it herself.

A little over an hour later, Padfoot had only come up with one idea, and it wasn’t anywhere near guaranteed to work, but it was better than nothing at all. He had just opened the curtains and gone to the sofa to wait for Penny when a car door opened and closed. Her voice was coming from outside, as though she was speaking to someone, though he couldn’t hear whoever it was. That was a bit odd, though it certainly wouldn’t have been the first time he had heard her carry on a conversation with someone who couldn’t answer back.

“Yeah, I know, mom. You tell me that every time we have a conversation, how could I forget?” Penny was using her shoulder to hold something up to her ear as she came through the front door, her free arm cradling a rather large book. Padfoot looked up as she came to where he was on the sofa and smiled at him. “Hey there, big guy.”

She bent forward and kissed the top of his head, setting the book down on the coffee table.

“No, mom, it’s just my dog. There’s no one else here,” she groaned, rolling her eyes as she plopped down beside him. “He needed me! He was hurt on the side of the road, I couldn’t just leave him there.” She listened for a moment, then rolled her eyes again, sighing deeply. “Okay, great. Well, I guess I’ll be a dog-lady then. Gotta go, love you, bye.” Whatever it was that she had been holding up to her ear, she pulled it down and pressed some sort of button on it, throwing it into her bag before she set that on the coffee table as well.

Looking over at Padfoot, she scratched behind his ear, finding a spot that made his back leg kick happily.

“You’re lucky you don’t have to deal with your parents insisting you find a wife,” she mumbled, reaching for the book on the coffee table.

You’re not exactly right about that, love, he barked.

Before he’d run away his mother had insisted that he stop stalling on finding a suitable pureblood witch to bear his children, something he vehemently rejected. It had only been one aspect of why he’d left his birthright behind without a second glance. Had he stayed, he imagined he might’ve been married right after he left school whether he’d liked it or not.

“Nevermind that I managed to get into Kingston on my grades alone. Apparently my only value is my uterus,” she mumbled, almost to herself. Reaching for some sort of device, she pushed a button and turned on the box in the corner.

You’re worth more than that, he grunted.

“Thanks,” she answered in a rare moment of actually seeming to understand him. Her smile was still as warm as always, but this time with an undertone of sadness. Shifting closer to her, he gave her cheek a sloppy kiss before jumping down from the sofa. He couldn’t allow himself to become distracted. He had to get her attention on that wand, and with any luck, get her to take it out of its case.

In fifth year, when he, James and Peter had finally been able to become animagi, Sirius had spent quite a bit of time studying dogs and dog behavior, mainly so that he could use his newly found ability to spy on others should the need arise. He knew enough about dog behavior to know how to bring Penny’s attention where he wanted. It was only a matter of consistency and patience. Going to sit down in front of the fireplace, he looked up at his target sitting on the mantle, and waited. It would only be a matter of time before she noticed his fixation.

“What are you looking at?” she asked after a moment. She seemed to answer her own question a moment later. “Ah.”

He heard her stand from the sofa before her footsteps came up behind him. He continued to stare at the case on the mantle.

“That’s not a stick you can play with, buddy,” she said, kneeling beside him and petting his coat. “It’s an ancient artifact from the early 18th century. My dad’s an anthropologist, he found it on one of his excavations. He gave it to me when I told my parents what I chose for my dissertation topic.”

His tail slowly began to wag at the thought of her knowing it’s value, though in a different context than he to be sure. Still, he needed to know how to open the bloody case, and he could hardly get her to show him that as a dog, especially since she seemed to think he wanted to chew on it.

“It’s not a toy,” she said again. “You can’t play fetch with it.”

Padfoot growled low in his chest.

“Sorry, bud. Come on, let’s go outside to pee,” she replied, standing and beginning to walk toward the back door before she abruptly stopped and turned to face him again. “You. You go out to pee. I don’t pee outside. I meant you go out to pee.”

Had Sirius been in his human form, she would’ve seen his amused smirk. As much as he wanted to maintain his position, he did in fact need to use the dog facilities. Following her outside, he lifted his leg and squatted to relieve himself as his mind continued to sift through ideas. The only other thing he could think of was to reveal himself to her, though that carried much greater risk than just breaking the case and stealing the wand, especially since he couldn’t be sure whether it would be compatible with him so that he could perform obliviate. It would’ve been a much easier decision if he hadn’t been growing so fond of her the last few days. The last thing he wanted was to frighten her, and he certainly preferred her flat than sleeping on the streets and dumpster-diving for scraps.

As they came back inside, he heard his name again coming from the box in the corner of the room, this time it was a woman’s voice, discussing how dangerous he was and how he was still at large. The Ministry must’ve been falling over themselves trying to keep the rest of the community calm. Part of him wanted to laugh at that, and if Peter weren’t in such close proximity to Harry, he might have laughed indeed, but the bigger part of him was much more concerned with his godson than anything else.

“I wonder why he murdered all those people,” Penny mumbled.

Padfoot looked up at her, watching her study the image of him that had popped up on the box as much as she had the first time.

“It’s so weird. He’s supposedly this insane murderer, but I couldn’t find anything in the press about him from when he was caught in the first place. You would think if he really killed all those people there would’ve been something, some newspaper article or even a trial announcement. I even went to the Registry Office, just out of curiosity to see if I could find out anything else about him, but… nothing. It’s like… he just appeared out of thin air.”

I’m innocent! Padfoot barked.

“I know, but I was curious from the last time we saw the report,” she answered. “I mean, yeah, he definitely looks like it wasn’t his best hair day, but he doesn’t seem so bad otherwise. Maybe just tired… kinda sad,” she replied with a gentle bob of her shoulders as she went to sit on the sofa. “Either way, I just feel like there’s more to the story there. But then again, that may be because he’s pretty. I’m sure pretty people can still be murderers.”

Going to hop up beside her, he laid his head in her lap, closing his eyes as her hand began to gently stroke his fur. If she was curious enough to try and find out more about him, perhaps she wouldn’t report him if he did reveal himself. Still, in order to ease her mind, he would have to explain that he was her newly found dog; it was the only way to assure her that he had no intention to hurt her. But that would mean performing magic in the presence of a muggle. He had long ago outgrown the trace. The Ministry would have no idea, unless of course she began to tell others but he thought that unlikely. She was already naturally curious about magic on her own, he would merely be confirming what she’d known for a long time.

Of course he would also be violating the Statute of Secrecy, and up until this point, one of the few things that gave him comfort was that he was innocent. He had never broken any wizarding law. This would certainly change that. Though Penny was someone he felt he could trust with keeping such a secret, it was still a risk, and he had already taken so many up to this point that he imagined sooner or later his luck would run out.

#sirius black fanfiction #sirius black x ofc #gary oldman #harry potter fanfic

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I need him🎀🩷

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Save formatting for last

Try to avoid formatting while you’re drafting — it’s a distraction.

Your first draft will never look the same as your final one, so formatting takes you away from the important business of writing. For many writers, it’s the reason they struggle to get words on the page.

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For the smut prompt post

Sirius Black. Grimmauld Place. 50 👀

The war had begun the moment Harry had begun his participation in the TriWizard’s Tournament, whether anyone had been willing to acknowledge it or not. And now that Voldemort was back in a rudimentary body, the Order was in full swing with rallying up allies with the hope that this time it would truly make a difference. The dissimilarities between the first Wizarding War and the one that was nearly in a full rage was narrow. There was, of course, Harry Potter — The Boy Who Lived — which should have been a point to the cause of the Order, but seemed to be balanced by the fact that one member of the Order could not do his part due to being hunted by the Ministry of Magic. And given that he had never been very good at following orders, you had been tasked to an assignment that, in your opinion, did little for the war effort.

Sirius let out a long exhale, his long, curly hair dangling off the edge of the sofa, his feet propped up on the back of it, crossed at the ankles. “I’m bored.”

Rolling your eyes, you took a deep, silent breath, your hands occupied with the wooden spoon you were whittling as you arched a brow at him. “You’re still singing that song after all these years, Black?”

Babysitting Sirius Black had not exactly been your idea of a proper use of your time. You should’ve been out in the field, rounding up support for the war that was fast approaching. But Dumbledore had been clear; he was tired of having to worry about Sirius leaving Grimmauld Place, even if it was to see his godson. The Ministry was still far too interested in tracking him down, and them doing so was simply not good for the Order. Thus here you were, in the Black Family parlour, sitting in the armchair by the fireplace while Sirius lay upside down on the sofa, his toes pointed toward the ceiling.

“It’s a classic, YLN,” he answered, a light smirk tugging the corner of his lips.

“Why not read a book?”

“I’ve read every book worth my attention in this blasted house.”

“We could play a round of Exploding Snaps,” you offered.

He rolled his head to one side, narrowing his eyes at you. “Do I look like a second year?”

“There must be something you can occupy your time with,” you said, blowing wood shavings off the wooden spoon beginning to take shape.

He turned himself right side up, scooting closer to you as his elbows came to rest on his knees. “There is one thing I can think of.”

The suggestive tone was difficult to miss, and you flickered your eyes up for a moment, swallowing as you tried to double your focus on the wooden spoon. “What is this? Sirius Black’s Greatest Hits?”

You’d known Sirius since your days at Hogwarts, and even then, he had always tried to seduce just about everyone, including you. But there had never been any delusion that you were somehow special in that regard. In fact, you often assumed that he simply couldn’t help but flirt with anything on two legs. Still, you had always prided yourself on always having the better sense to turn him down, but he never seemed to give up, even now that you were adults.

He snorted, leaning a bit more toward you. “You can’t tell me you’ve never thought about it, YN.”

“I haven’t,” you answered automatically, pursing your lips shut immediately afterward.

It was a lie of course; there had been many nights when your mind would form an image of the two of you, naked and tangled and sweaty, his hands following the curves of your body, skin on fire as his hips drove into yours. But he didn’t need to know that. No, Sirius Black had always been far too aware of how beautiful he was for his own good. He could stand to be rejected every now and then.

“I don’t believe you,” he replied, sliding his bottom closer to the edge of the sofa.

Your heart pounded in your throat, face warming until a cool sweat had formed along your brow and on the back of your neck. Your nipples hardened beneath your shirt under his stare, goosebumps erupting down your arms.

“That’s your problem, Black,” you managed to say without sounding absolutely breathless.

There was a moment of silence, his eyes still watching you as though looking for some sign that would betray your words. After what felt like an eternity, he bobbed his shoulders, slowly leaning back against the sofa.

“I’ve thought about it quite a few times,” he said as casually as he might tell you the time.

Your eyes were all that moved when you looked at him. “Right. I’m sure you have.”

Refocusing on the wood in your hands, you carefully slid the knife along the length. The wooden piece was actually beginning to look like a proper spoon, and the corner of your lips curled in the small triumph. Whoever said taking up a muggle hobby was a waste of time had never created something so useful. You didn’t notice his furrowed brows, and did your best to ignore the fact that he'd moved to the corner of the sofa closest to you.

“You don’t believe me?”

Your eyes flickered in his direction again as you began to carve a design into the handle of your new spoon. “Not in the slightest.”

Sirius smirked, licking his lips as he looked you over. “Why’s that?”

“Because you spent most of our time at Hogwarts flirting with every person who so much as sneezed in your direction, including the professors. Naturally, you’ve carried that into your adult life. Why ever would I believe that twelve years in Azkaban would change that?”

His mouth fell open. “Are you calling me a whore?”

“For the lack of a better word, yes,” you answered, doing your best to suppress a smile when he feigned shock with a gasp. “And anyway, I can only imagine that having to hide from the Ministry hasn’t exactly done wonders for your sex life. I’m sure after all this time you’d love nothing more than to have a good shag, no matter who it’s with. I just happen to be in the vicinity at the moment.”

You tried not to linger on that thought too long. Despite having known him just as long as Remus Lupin, you had always hoped that Sirius would see you the way you saw him. But he always went for the extroverted witches, never the introverts, and you were an introvert through and through. You imagined that if the two of you hadn’t been friends, he never would’ve even known you existed.

“Well, you’re right about one thing,” he said, leaning back against the sofa, his legs straightening a bit. “It has been quite a long time since I’ve sunk myself into something warm and wet. But, darling, you couldn’t be more wrong about everything else.”

You frowned as a faint sting began to grow on the bridge of your nose. You already knew that you weren’t Sirius Black’s type, so why did he have to pretend otherwise? “Alright, that’s enough.”

“What do you mean?”

“Come off it, Sirius, you and I both know that you don’t actually fancy witches like me,” you said, finally looking back at him. “All you want is to get your cock wet —”

“Oh, you know everything then?” he challenged, arching a brow at you. “You’ve got me all figured out. Good on you. Tell me, YN, why is it, do you think, that I never had a girlfriend at Hogwarts?”

You arched a brow right back, the corner of your lips curling in amusement. “Because you don’t do relationships. That much is obvious.”

“Suppose it couldn’t be because I always hoped your head would find its way out of your arse and you’d realize that I always fancied you.”

“Ha!” You tossed your knife and spoon onto the coffee table and turned your stare to him. “Right, that must be why you were so friendly with half the girls at school! I’m still shocked you hadn’t started making your way through the Slytherin girls.”

“It never occured to you that I only did that to try to get your attention?”

What?! Your brows furrowed so deeply that they quickly began to ache. “How does that make any ounce of sense?”

“Well, I never claimed it was a good strategy, love, but I was young and stupid back then,” he replied.

“Do you want to know what I think? I think you’ve finally gone mad.”

“Didn’t you ever wonder why, whenever you asked me why I was chasing after some bird, that I would always ask whether there was anyone else that I should be paying attention to?” he asked, tilting his head. “I was always hoping you would say, ‘Me, Sirius.’ But you never did. James and Remus were convinced that you fancied me the way I did you, but every time you’d pretend that you didn’t care.”

You blinked in surprise. “So you just continued the same tactic even when it never worked? You are mad.”

Sirius snorted softly. “I suppose I was.”

“And all those witches you snogged in the astronomy tower, that was you trying to get my attention?”

His eyes shifted to one side, lips parting as he took a breath. “No, that was me trying to get over my crush on you. Another poor strategy, I agree.”

“And you never thought to, I dunno, talk to me like a normal wizard?”

“Since when have I ever done anything like a normal wizard?”

“Right, suppose you do make a good point,” you mumbled.

“So, let me ask you again,” he said, slowly moving to stand in front of you. Bending at the waist, his hands slid along the arms of your chair until his face was just inches from yours. “Haven’t you ever thought about it?”

Sandalwood and spice wafted in your nose, and you held your breath in attempts to keep it from taking you over. Your heart pounded so hard that your entire body throbbed rapidly, making even your bones shiver. His eyes bore into yours, steely blue gaze that held you captive and made a tingle trickle from the pit of your stomach to the apex of your thighs. For the most part, you held your hard stare and for a moment it seemed he was being deterred by it. Then you swallowed thickly, his eyes flickering toward the small movement, and a grin slowly formed on his lips.

“I knew it,” he purred, leisurely sinking down to his knees. His hands followed, moving from the arms of your chair to your knees, moving them apart. “So let’s finally do something about it.”

You pushed his hands away, but he had already moved between them. “I’m not your entertainment, Black.”

“I know you’re not,” he replied, putting his hands back on the arm rest and leaning forward, bringing his face inches from yours. “Come on, YN, why do you always need to be so difficult? I’m trying to tell you that I love you.”

Your mouth went dry, heart leaping toward your throat as his words sunk in. Before you could say anything in response, his face closed in, lips pressing gently to yours in a tentative kiss. You inched forward, kissing him back more firmly, hands finding his shoulders while his own landed on your thighs and slid up to wrap his arms around your waist. The hard plain of his chest pushed against your breasts, his racing heart mirroring yours as he tilted his head, deepening the kiss. You had imagined kissing Sirius Black countless times, and you were finding that your imagination had not even been close to the fire that surged through your body from his lips moving against yours.

You gasped as his fingers slipped beneath the hem of your shirt, grazing against your skin and sending sparks up and down your spine. His touch stirred your every nerve ending, his magic intertwining with yours and crackling in your veins.

Bringing one hand up to tangle your fingers in his long curls, you hummed against his lips as your knees widened to make more space for him. All too soon, he pulled away and brought your shirt up and over your head, his fingertips sliding down the length of your spine as he moved his kisses to your neck. He paid a bit more attention to your pulse point, nibbling playfully as his hands slid down to the small of your back.

“Bloody hell, you feel so good,” he whispered in your ear, nipping the lobe while your hands busied themselves with the buttons on his vest and the shirt beneath it. Spreading open his shirt, you ran your fingers along his chest, tracing a few of his tattoos.

He had filled out quite nicely since he’d been in Grimmauld Place, no longer the lanky, boney man he’d been when he first arrived. Even after twelve years in Azkaban, Sirius Black was still the most beautiful wizard you had ever seen.

You shivered as his kisses formed a path along your collarbone, and you pushed his shirt over his shoulders, feeling over his muscled back. You felt him pull your shoes off, and your socks, wondering how he could have possibly made that seem sexy. A sharp gasp left your lips as he quickly pulled you out of the chair, laying you on the old, scratchy area rug in front of the fireplace. Settling above you, Sirius kissed down to one of your nipples, circling it with his tongue before he pulled it between his lips.

“Sirius!”

He groaned and bit down on the pebbled bud, pulling back to let it pop from between his teeth. “I love when you say my name like that.”

The tingle between your legs had you throbbing, and a soft moan blew past your lips as he switched breasts, pinching and tweaking the one he’d just left between two fingers. Arching your back, you gently tugged on his hair, knees widening in invitation as his lips continued their journey down your ribcage. When you realized what he was building up to, you tugged harder on his curls.

“Oh no, you don’t — You don’t need to do that,” you said, lifting your head to look down at him through heavy-lidded eyes.

He looked back at you, smirking through parted lips. “I want it,” he whispered, one hand curling under your thigh to squeeze your hip. “I want to taste you.”

Goosebumps littered your frame as he unbuttoned your trousers, pulling them down and all the while his eyes staring up at yours. Without looking away, he kissed above your belly button, then below it, and again before slipping his tongue beneath the waistband of your knickers.

Your head fell back against the rug, eyes falling shut as he tugged the last bit of clothing from your body. You held your breath, the warmth of his hands on your thighs making your inner muscles clench in anticipation until his hot, wet tongue dipped between your folds, touching the entrance just past them. Gasping, your knees widened, hips tilting up toward him while your fingers curled against the rug. Your breath caught in your throat, and your eyes widened when his flat tongue slid from your entrance to just beneath your clit.

His hands lightly squeezed your hips, keeping you close to him as he pressed his face closer, turning it slightly to keep his nose from stimulating your bud just yet. Groaning under his breath, he circled your entrance again, thrusting into you before working his way up to your throbbing clit, where he drew lazy, wide circles. One of his hands glided up your ribcage to massage your breast while he pulled your bud between his lips and suckled.

“Sirius!” you whimpered, earning another moan from him. The light vibrations made you gasp, one hand moving to sink your fingers in his curls as you lifted your hips to him.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous,” he purred, lips brushing over your stiff bud before he pulled it back into his mouth.

His fingers gently plucked at your nipple while the other hand moved beneath him to slide a finger inside you.

Arching your back, you cried out and widened your knees even further, picking your head up to find him staring back at you. You could swear there was a smirk on his face as he began to move in and out, humming against your clit. Tugging on his hair, you rocked with him when he added another finger, closing your eyes as the tingles between your legs grew in intensity, your orgasm slowly building. Everything else fell away; the warmth from the fireplace, the beads of sweat that had formed along your hairline, even his facial hair gently scraping over your vulva. All that existed was his hot tongue massaging your clit and his long fingers stroking back and forth over your inner walls. The next moment, his fingers were curling toward him, grazing back and forth over the spongy gland inside you.

“Sirius!” you exclaimed breathlessly, bucking your hips in time with his movements.

He groaned around your clit, quickening the pace of his fingers.

Holding your breath in anticipation, you held him against your pussy, a shaky moan bursting from your throat when you finally toppled over the edge. Your muscles pulsed around his fingers, trying to milk them while your body trembled in release. The heat of his mouth formed a path up your stomach, to your chest, pausing to suck each of your nipples before he took your lips with his own. He licked the inside of your mouth, letting you taste yourself as the fingers inside you pulled out and gently caressed your labia.

You wasted no time, unbuttoning his trousers and pushing them over his hips. When they were too far down for your hands to reach, your feet took over, pushing them down to his ankles as he reached between you.

“You’ve no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this,” he whispered into your ear.

“Show me,” you replied in a mumble.

He moaned, pushing into you in one long thrust and pausing for a moment while he kissed your lips. Just as you were going to insist he move, his hips slowly reared back, surging forward again and beginning a steady, gentle pace. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, closing again as he tucked his face in your neck while his shaft dragged over your inner walls, massaging you from the inside. You hadn’t had many sexual partners, but none of them fit you quite like Sirius did — big enough to make you feel completely filled and stretched yet comfortable and relaxed all at once. It seemed that his cock, much like the rest of him, was perfect.

“I love you,” he groaned against your lips, his eyes locked on yours.

A pressure built at the bridge of your nose as his words sunk in, and you wrapped your legs around him, pulling him down harder against you. Not trusting your voice, you brought him into another deep kiss, hips meeting his every thrust. You had loved Sirius Black for as long as you could remember, and if this was a dream, the last thing you wanted was to wake up any time soon by daring to speak.

Moving faster inside you, Sirius tucked his head into your neck again, panting against your pulse point, a grunt leaving his lips every few thrusts. Sensing that he was close, you dug your short nails into his back and engaged your core muscles, squeezing him rhythmically and relishing every sound that buzzed against your skin.

“Fuck! YN!”

You moaned in encouragement and tightened your legs around his waist. A moment after, his cock pulsed inside you, and a warm spurt marked the start of his orgasm, then another, and a third, his hips still slowly rocking back and forth. Another, smaller yet satisfying orgasm trickled over your sex, but you were more focused on his release than your own, delighting in the way his muscles flexed with each spurt and the sexy noises he was making beside your ear.

Exhausted, Sirius slowed his thrusts until he came to a stop, his hips flexing with each aftershock as his weight settled a bit more on top of you. After a few moments, and it seemed much to his reluctance, he rolled onto his back beside you, still trying to catch his breath.

“That was much better than I imagined it would be,” he said between breaths, his head rolling to look at you. “Alright? Have you forgotten how to speak?”

“Shut up, Sirius,” you groaned, rolling toward him to rest your head on his chest.

His barking laughter bounced your head slightly, his arm immediately winding around your shoulders to pull you against him. His scent filled your nostrils, Sandalwood and Spice, steeping you in all things Sirius while his fingers dragged up and down your spine.

“We need to do that again soon,” he said after a moment.

Biting your bottom lip, you tightened your hold on him, turning your head to rest your chin on his chest. “Does this mean I have to start being nicer to you?”

“Oh no, don’t do that, love. Part of what I love about you is how you don’t stand for any of my nonsense,” he replied, grinning after a moment before he added, “Besides, I love how I can get under your skin.”

Rolling your eyes, you laid your head down on his chest again, muttering, “Wanker.”

He chuckled under his breath.

“By the way,” you said, taking a deep breath as though it might give you the courage of a Gryffindor. “I love you too.”

*request from this prompt list

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Thanks to @myheadsgonenumb for the tag. I've really only worked on a request for a Dr Zachary Smith oneshot for the NSFW prompts I posted a few weeks ago and it's turning into a whole-ass episode of The Orville I feel 🤧. Here's a bit of what I have so far:

“Doctor, I’m not sure if you heard the announcement, but we need all hands prepping stations for first contact. You’ll be a member of the landing par —”

“Yes, yes, I heard you,” he replied, waving a dismissive hand without once looking up at you.

“And yet, your team hasn’t begun to prep the med bay.”

“You’re blaming me for their incompetence?” he asked, finally looking at you.

“As their commanding officer, it’s your job to —”

“I know what my job is, Captain.”

You arched a brow at him. “Do you? Because it seems for the last year that you’ve been on this crew your time has been consumed with sulking like a spoiled child who had his candy taken from him.” You took a step closer to his desk until the edge was barely pressed into the legs of your trousers. “May I remind you, Doctor, that the United World Governments would’ve been in their right to send you to Lastrites for what you did on Jupiter II. As far as I’m concerned, you’re only here due to their willingness to have mercy.” You put a little more bass in your voice. “Now get up and instruct your team to prepare for first contact. I expect you to be in the shuttle hangar in five minutes.”

The corner of his lips curled into an amused smirk as he looked you over. “Very well, Captain.”

No pressure tags: @celestialsister0918 @sluttery-withoutshame

#friday wip #dr zachary smith #lost in space #gary oldman fanfiction

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Chapter Four: The Dog and The Box

His plan was simple; break into the pet clinic and get rid of his blood sample, though what he would do once they realized it was gone, he had no idea. Still, the healer had said that it would be close to a week before they would be able to test it. That bought him at least some time before they would begin to wonder where the sample had been misplaced. Now he would just need to wait for Penny to go to sleep so that he could sneak away without her noticing. She had been staying up quite late the last two nights, working on that distoration she often spoke about. Apparently she was nearly finished, which he imagined must have been a relief as it was quite a thick stack of writing she had been working on.

“I’m starting to see double,” she said to herself, setting her stack on the coffee table and standing as she stretched. The bottom of her shirt rose enough that a sliver of her lower stomach was briefly exposed.

Padfoot couldn’t help but stare as the bit of skin appeared then far too quickly disappeared from his view. He realized just then how long it had been since he had desired someone. Of course, there was nothing he could do about it now. As far as Penny knew, he was just a stray dog, and in just a few weeks, he would be leaving her. It would do him no good to entertain any sort of attraction. Nor would it suit him to allow it to develop beyond that. Still, he quite enjoyed looking at her, she was certainly a more welcomed face than the guards at Azkaban.

“Good night, Buddy,” she said, scratching behind his ear. “I’ll see you in the morning.”

Padfoot laid on his dog bed, listening to her in her bedroom down the hall. He waited until her breathing evened out and deepened before he got up and transformed, going to the back door. Moving slowly, he unlocked the door and twisted the knob, pulling it open as quietly as he could manage before he slipped out and closed it behind him. The last thing he wanted was to leave Penny with an unlocked door, but better it was the one in the back than the front. At least it would be less likely that someone might try to get in from her backyard.

Using the dark to his advantage, he stayed in the shadows and slinked through the gate as quickly as he could, transforming again before he set off on a run toward the pet clinic. He could still remember the landmarks he’d seen on their car ride over, though it took him a bit longer to arrive than they had by car. He was quite tired by the time he reached the clinic, panting with his tongue lolling out of the side of his mouth, but he pressed on, pushing his exhaustion to the back of his mind as he transformed again and looked over the glass door. Unsurprisingly, it was locked, and a look around the building failed to reveal any other way in. He would have to try to use magic despite not having a wand.

“Alright, Sirius,” he whispered to himself, rubbing his hands together as if preparing for a NEWT exam. “Just like you did in seventh year.” Placing his dominant hand over the circular lock, Sirius slowed his breathing and said, “Alohomora.”

Nothing.

He closed his eyes and breathed deeply, focusing on his magic. He felt the warm trickle through his veins, though weaker than it had been when he was at full strength. Letting a slow, steady breath, he focused on channeling all of his magic through his arm to the hand over the lock.

“Alohomora,” he whispered.

A thick snap made him open his eyes, and when he pulled on the door again, much to his relief, it opened. He didn’t celebrate for long, slipping inside and making his way through the clinic in search of their laboratory. The healer had said they had one, it had to be in here somewhere.

Making his way to the room he’d been examined in, he went through the door that the healer had emerged from, finding himself in a long corridor with doors lined on either side. He found the one labeled Internal Laboratory and went inside. The room was just a bit larger than the examination room and nearly bare with only a counter that lined the wall to his right with several machines sat on top and a sink. Above them were a series of cabinets that ran the length of the counter. On the other side was a box that looked similar to the one Penny had in her flat. Below the counter were two small fridges, and he quickly realized that was where they must keep the blood samples. The first fridge was filled with various medications, the next had multiple labeled red phials.

Looking through the labels, he found the one with Mitchell, Bigfoot and couldn’t help but smirk as he looked down at it. He recognized the last name from the envelope he’d found on Penny’s desk.

Blinking, he looked around the room and mumbled to himself, “Right, Black, now what?”

He couldn’t simply take the sample and dispose of it. That would only result in him having to be brought back in and made to endure another wretched pinch from those overly large needles. Switching the labels with another phial might buy him some time, but would only eventually alert the Ministry that he was hiding with a muggle. No, that wouldn’t do.

Then he saw it; the bags of blood on the bottom shelf of the fridge labeled Volunteer Donor. That would work! Now it was just a matter of how he was to get that blood into a new phial without making a mess.

He took out a bag and set it in the sink, looking in the cabinets for an empty phial. In the third cabinet, he found a row of clear bags with the words, Canine Blood Draw Kit and pulled one out, ripping it open. There was a small, folded booklet inside, and he opened it up, relieved to find it was a step by step guide. Taking the syringe, he took a breath and uncapped it, a chill going down his frame at the sight of the needle. Carefully, he moved to the bag of the donor blood and pushed the need into the bottom. Pulling back on the plunger, he suctioned enough blood to fill the syringe, then transferred it into the clean phial, making sure it was filled exactly as much as the original.

Using his fingernail, he channeled his magic again and whispered, “Scalpere,” and sliced a bigger hole into the bag before he poured the remaining donor blood down the sink while he ran the water, making sure to get any droplets that hadn’t found the drain.

Rolling up the now empty bag, he stuffed it into his pocket to dispose later and used his coat to dry his hands. Then he tossed the used kit into a rubbish bin by the door. The next part would prove to be the most difficult; peel the label off the original without ripping it and putting it on the new one.

“Reglutino.”

It didn’t work this time. No matter how many times he tried to use his magic, the label remained firmly stuck to the phial. If only he had that bloody wand, this wouldn’t be a problem at all.

Using his nail, he peeled back one corner of the label, slowly and carefully peeling it off. It began to rip almost immediately, and no matter which angle or how gentle he was, only continued to rip in various places. Who knew muggles had sticking charms of their own that were more difficult than the ones wizards used. This wouldn’t work. He would need to fill in a new label with the information. But how?

The letters didn’t appear handwritten. He looked behind him at the box. Could he use that? There were letters on the rectangle just like the one Penny used, and behind them he saw what Penny had called a printer.

“Prongs, you must be pissing yourself with laughter right about now,” he mumbled, taking both phials with him as he went to sit in front of the box. “Right, how do you turn on then?” he asked.

Beneath the window was M700, and along the bottom were five small buttons and a larger one. He pressed the larger one first, jolting when the window lit up and letters began to appear. Then the screen went blank, and he thought he might’ve broken something. Much to his relief a moment later, images began to appear on the screen, each labeled with small text. But now what?

What had Penny done? Her fingers had been moving over the rectangle for a long time and then there had been clicking sounds that were distinctly different.

He looked at the roundish object beside the rectangle, which appeared to be connected to the box. He pushed on one of the buttons at the top.

Click.

That was it!

He picked up the object and pointed it at the window, hitting the button again.

There was another click, but still nothing happened.

He put the object down, and that was when he saw it; a tiny white arrowhead on the window had moved slightly. He looked back at the object and slid it to one side, watching as the arrowhead moved in the same direction.

It took him some time, but he found the correct image and carefully filled in the information as it read on the original phial.

“Wonderful. Now print,” he said, waiting for the sound he had heard the printer in Penny's flat make, but nothing happened. Looking again at the screen, he saw the button on the window that said print. “Right.”

Moving the object again, he placed the arrowhead over the word print and pushed the button one more time.

Another click, but this time it was followed by a louder sound that came from behind the box. Standing, he peered over and saw a narrow slip sliding out of the printer. Only when he tried to grab it, it wouldn’t come loose. Left with no other option, he ripped it off. Hopefully the healers would just assume that one of them wasn’t as good with a printer.

He used his nail again, peeling back the corner of the label, relieved to find it came off with much less effort than he anticipated and put it on the new phial. He put the original into the same pocket as the empty blood bag and put the new phial back into the fridge.

As he went to leave the room he noticed a red rubbish bin beside the one he'd thrown the kit into with the word Biohazard printed on the front. He didn’t know much about muggle medicine but he knew enough to know that blood was considered a biohazard. Pulling out the original phial, he ripped the label off so that no one would be tempted to put it back into the fridge, went back to sink, broke off the cap and poured the blood down the drain. He ran the water once more for good measure, then wrapped the phial in the empty bag and placed both into the red bin. The ripped label he stuffed back into his pocket as he left the clinic.

Sirius made sure to lock the back door again before he transformed and went back into the sitting room toward his dog bed. Before he could lay down, he heard Penny whimper from her bedroom, and slowly made his way there to make sure she was alright. He was beyond exhausted, but the least he could do was make sure the woman who was caring for him was safe.

At first he thought perhaps she was having a nightmare, but when he got about halfway down the hall, a familiar scent wafted in his nose; arousal. It had been quite a long time since he’d smelled it, even from himself, and it stirred something in his belly. He almost turned back to the sitting room, but despite his better senses telling him to go to bed and leave Penny to her devices, his paws continued to move toward her bedroom. It wasn’t as though he was in any position to do anything about it. Even if he did transform, she was more likely to call the muggle police than invite him into her bed. Still the scent drew him in, like a siren’s song.

The door was ajar, allowing only a sliver of a view as he stepped up to it. A gasp caught his ears, then movement — if there had been any doubt in him about what she was doing, it was eliminated in that moment. Taking a final step, he nudged the door a bit with his snout and looked up on the bed where the sheets were tented from her bent knees. For a moment, he wished he could see her face so that he could see the expressions that accompanied the sweet noises she was making. The light coming in from the window lit her up just enough that he could see the way she moved beneath the blankets, her body arching and squirming beneath the sheets. He had never wished that he wasn’t a wanted criminal more than in that moment.

Swallowing, he forced himself to back away from the door, turning and going back into the sitting room as he wondered what or who she was thinking about. For a fleeting moment, he remembered what she had said about his photo and wondered whether she was thinking about him. It was rather unlikely, but still he could dream.

Curling up on his dog bed, he shut his eyes, trying desperately to tune out the sounds and smell coming from down the hall, and went to sleep.

For the first time in quite a long time, Sirius didn’t have a nightmare. Of course, that wasn’t to say that he didn’t have a dream that was distressing in different ways. But at least in this one, the screams were welcomed, even encouraged, and the sound of his name whispered into his ear made a different shiver trickle down his spine. He hadn’t had a sexy dream since his days at Hogwarts.

There was sizzling behind him as he opened his eyes and yawned, stretching his front and back paws in either direction and rolling onto his side. A moment later, Penny came around to crouch in front of him, her hand coming out to stroke his fur.

“Morning, big guy,” she said softly.

Padfoot turned his head to look up at her, noting the subtle glow to her skin immediately. Moving slowly, he sat up and licked his lips, his eyes shifting to the slightly steaming bowl that she set down in front of him. His nostrils flaring to take in the scent, his stomach growled when he identified the food as eggs and banana, and he bent to start eating.

“I hope you don’t mind, but I figure we could share groceries. I’m not exactly rolling in it over here, so until I get a job, we’re kind of on a budget,” she said, petting the top of his head.

That was more than fine with him; he preferred human food to dog food, even as a dog, and Penny’s food was like a feast compared to how he had been eating for the last decade. He paused halfway through his meal to take a drink of water as she stood and went back into the kitchen. Clanking sounds behind him suggested she was cleaning up.

“I’m gonna go turn in my dissertation later in the afternoon,” she said as she walked past him and sat on the sofa with a bowl of food for herself. “But in other news, I think I found a lead for something I was looking into just before I found you.”

He looked up at her. Had that been why she had been in Surrey when she picked him up?

“It could be nothing, but it could also not be nothing, you know?” She ate a forkful of eggs, her eyes planted on the large stack of papers still on the coffee table.

Padfoot took in the sundress she was wearing, noting how well the color complemented her skin tone and how smooth her exposed legs looked. Turning back to his food, he finished what was in his bowl and stood.

She seemed to instinctively know that he needed to go outside, because she stood and walked with her bowl to the back door. He followed closely behind, trying to keep his eyes from settling on her backside and instead focusing on her exposed legs, brushing against them as he walked past her into the backyard. He didn’t know why he was torturing himself. He would only be here for a few more weeks and then he would have to be on his way, and while he was here, he couldn’t ever be in his human form. It wasn’t as though he had even a slight chance at seducing her.

At least he always had his dreams.

#sirius black fanfiction #sirius black x ofc #harry potter fanfic #harry potter fanfiction

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