I finished reading the webcomic “Never Understand/ Out of Control” around January and It was so good?! It gave me so many feels ah. These are a few doodles from that time that I am just now getting around to posting… Kim Jaerim and Yuri (Comic never revealed Yuri’s last name for some reason) made a good pair…
I think this is the third time I posted this. It keeps on getting deleted for some reason so i’m sorry if it’s popping in and out of your dashboard.
Request: Can you make a young Sirius x reader smut? Like he wants some attention and that’s what he gets
WARNING: sexual themes, rough
Time had passed by quite fast and (Y/n) have been unaware of this. She had been studying for hours upon hours, her mind completely immersed in every lesson and chapter. She was normally not this studious and would rather read other books, preferably something intriguing and not the names of every plant that could heal a doxy’s bite if it weren’t for her N.E.W.T.S.
(Y/n) took a deep breath and was about to flip to the next page when she heard loud voices coming from the doorway.
“Got it from a muggle store! I told them I wanted one of those black dragonskin jackets and no questions asked and voila, they gave it to me!” Sirius bragged loudly to his housemates who were all awed. He straightened his brand new leather jacket and ran his fingers through his hair, making the ladies squeal, but he had one girl in mind.
He approached you from behind the couch where you sat, resting his chin on your shoulder before giving you a quick kiss on the cheek.
“Hello, love. Haven’t seen you all day,” he smiled, “What’re you reading?”
“Healing herbs,” (Y/n) replied.
Sirius immediately picked up the humorless tone in your voice and so he brushed the back of his fingers on your cheek, gently turning your face to meet his eyes.
“But you’ve been studying all the day. I missed you.” He tucked your hair affectionately behind your ear.
“I know, sweetheart. I just need to study for the exams.”
Sirius tilted his head, something that made your heart melt and swell.
“Maybe you should read someplace else, mm? So you could um…concentrate better?” His voice lowered, thick with lust but (Y/n) did not notice.
The common room was now full of other students, loudly chattering, so it was no longer a quiet place to study. Maybe Sirius has a point. Oblivious to his intentions, (Y/n) smiled and nodded.
A different scenery might just help a lot and to be with Sirius would certainly help her study better since he was great in almost every class. She closed her book while Sirius followed her from behind, eyeing her short skirt as she climbs up the stairs to their dormitory.
He closed the door gently, locking it with a spell. (Y/n) sat down on one of the beds and opened her book to where she left off but Sirius had a different idea in mind.
He transformed himself into his animagus form, a large black dog with his neck tie as a red collar, before walking up to the bed where you sat. He sniffed your socks and began to tickle your toes with his nose.
“Sirius! Tsk, no!” You pulled away, tucking your legs to your chest. “I’m not in the mood.”
The dog whined and hopped onto the bed, continuously sniffing you and licking your hands but seeing as you were definitely not giving up easily, he took the book from you and dashed under the bed.
“Sirius! Get back here! I am not playing games!”
This only made him happier so he wagged his tail and ran around the room while you chased him. It went for a few minutes with you casting spells and charms to make him stop but he was quicker. After a few hexes, however, you managed to knock him out. He slowly transformed back into his human form, his back against the wall with your book between his teeth.
You took it from him and he smirked once more, “Still gonna study, love?”
With a shake of your head, you replied to him and gave a sigh, “I believe not. I won’t be able to pay attention anymore.”
“Then have it on me.”
He kissed you deeply and pulled you against his chest, his hands on your waist. You kissed him back with the equal amount of adoration and pure lust, tasting him, feeling him. His tongue began to lick your lips and even felt brave enough to slide inside your mouth, coaxing your tongue to come out and play. You moaned softly against his hardening length before whispering close to his ear.
“Was this your plan all along? To distract me?” You teased, “ Because if it is…”
You wrapped your hand around his neck tie, pulling him close before licking a long stripe from his jaw to the shell of his ear.
“You’ve been a very bad dog.”
Sirius was beyond aroused. His cock stiffened and he could not contain it any longer. He needed attention and you were going to give it to him whether you liked it or not. He did not need anymore teasing. He wanted the main event, the highlight, the damn fucking main dish.
He swiftly removed his jacket and shirt, revealing his toned chest before ripping away your blouse, leaving it as a torn piece of fabric lying on the floor. You immediately jumped and he caught you by the thighs, continuing his hot kisses on your throat. He nipped your skin softly, leaving you moaning and grinding against his hard on.
“Mm, I feel you, love. So sweet.”
He skillfully unhooked your bra and had you pressed against the wall, his mouth now trailing down from your collarbone to the top of your breasts. He began to suck on your skin, marking you as his own, leaving hickeys behind. They would surely stay for days just like last time but at this point, you were sure that everybody knows who they belong to. He gave you a quick peck and moved to your nipples, sucking it into his mouth. He flicked it with his tongue while his other hand groped your other breast, making you moan louder.
“A-Ah, Sirius…T-That feels…good,”
“Come on, sweetheart. Onto the bed,“
He commanded. You headed towards the nearest bed and laid down, sprawled out on the sheets with heaving breaths. Sirius crawled on top of you slowly like a hungry predator approaching its prey, his eyes staring back at you. It sent shivers down your spine to see him so primal and wild but it also excited you as you have never seen him like this before. He hovered above you and tugged your skirt down, removing it completely. His eyes landed on your panties and the wet spot that had now formed on the cloth.
“Is that for me, darling?”
“Mm, love it when you say my name,” He knelt down between your legs and spread them apart. “I would love it more if you screamed it.”
He quickly removed your panties and dove into your womanhood, tasting the juices that trickled down. Your hand automatically went to his hair, grabbing a fistful. His fingers moved to your opening, his thumb pressing into your clit in such a way that made you writhe beneath his merciless tongue and fingers.
“Oh, Sirius! Mm…”
He licked up and down slowly, making sure you enjoy every second he dragged his tongue across your folds. You were already soaking by the time he stuck two of his fingers inside you, you gripping the sheets hard. He kept his pace quick and fast, allowing them to slide in and out of you easily until you were nearing your climax. That’s when he had to stop and kiss your lips to taste you once more.
“Please don’t tease me anymore. I want you so bad.”
You did not need to say it again. Sirius removed his pants and boxers and pumped his thick cock in front of you. You couldn’t help but admire the way he bit his lip as he pleasured himself before slicking your folds with his pre-cum. He gently pushed in, savoring every inch that entered your tight cavern, moaning so quietly until he bottomed out. He pulled all the way and thrusted back once more, creating a slow rhythm that had you wrapping your legs around his waist.
“Ugh, so tight, m’ dear! Feels so fucking good. And it’s all for me.”
He growled. He rested his elbows on the mattress and started increasing his speed. He thrusted hard and fast, driven to feel the need to you make come. You were his princess, his queen, and his goddess and deserved nothing but the best. The bed began to squeak and scratch the floor, no doubt leaving behind marks. He was slamming himself inside you and could not care less of the damage the two of you caused in the room. You were entrapped in this moment of intense pleasure and passion the man you loved.
After a few more minutes, Sirius pulled out and carried you to the top of the bed where you were close to the wall.
“Come on, baby. I want you on your hands and knees,”
You sat up and positioned yourself before him, your arse in front of him.
“So nice for me, love. That’s a good girl.”
He slid back inside you and continued thrusting, his pace quicker than ever. He soon began to hit your g-spot and it was at this moment, you were already moaning and screaming. Your insides were clenching onto him tight as you were pushed near your climax.
“Ahh! S-Sirius! Oh my God,” you screamed, “A-Ah! I’m so close!”
“Oh, love. Yes! Do it for me, baby. Come for me. Doing so well!”
He gave your arse a loud smack before draining thick spurts of his cum inside you while you released as well. It was the best climax you’ve ever had and even though you were not his first, Sirius admitted that no one had ever made him cum that much. He panted heavily as though he ran for miles before pulling out and lying beside you.
“That was…amazing,” He smiled, pulling a blanket and covering the two of you.
“Mm, I enjoyed it.” You replied, giggling. You scooted close to him and rested your head on his chest, your fingers tracing circles on his skin. He yawned wide and kissed your forehead softly.
“I promise you we’ll study tomorrow. No more distractions.”
The two of you soon fell fast asleep, all safe and sound.
“Blimey, Padfoot, you could’ve at least had the decency to clean up. All your clothes are on my bed,” James scolded.
“And my lamp’s broken! Even the drawers are a mess!” Peter complained.
“Trust me, boys, both of you have the least damage,” Remus sighed and wiped his face with his hand frustratedly. “At least you don’t have scratches on your walls and floors.”
“What can I say? We study hard,” Sirius replied with a grin.
Author’s notes: I had inspiration strike at around 2 AM. My favorite couple is back! Fluff and angst! Gosh, I love them.
Stormtroopers were on your trail ever since you got separated from Cassian. Your blaster has only so much ammo to take on a few, let alone a dozen. You try your best to keep shooting, dodging and weaving their blasts as you escape from their grip. You are doing just fine until you realize that the path you are on has an awful dead end: a long plummet down to the ominous sea. You hyperventilate as you look behind then back at the sea. The sound of oncoming stormtroopers marching your way cuts your decision time to less than a few seconds. There is no other option but to jump, you tell yourself. You close your eyes as you take a giant leap off the ledge.
Prompt: “Can you write a Harry styles imagine where he wakes you up in the middle of the night with a migraine and he needs you to take care of him because he doesn’t feel good ?? Thanks darling!” -Anon
Word Count: 1,106.
Ah- Ah- Ah -Ah I’ve got a migraine. There’s a couple tøp references in this heh. Apologies that it’s so short! Wrote this in the hour of free time that I had lol. Thank you for requesting :) I’m slowly moving down my lists of requests now that I got a new laptop! Next one will be a Josh Dun imagine.
Love to you, Iz xx
Fuck. Harry thinks to himself, green eyes reluctantly opening. He moves to grip his head only to realise his arm is stuck in your firm grasp. Another line of profanities slips from his lips as he edges it out of your arms. You stir slightly before flipping to the other side, a sigh of relief leaving his lips.
Fucking hell this hurts. Harry clutches his head, which is now aching. He knew exactly what was coming on. The discomfort only increases the more he rouses himself. His eyes shut, the pain reverberating throughout the rest of his skull.
How the hell did this even happen? He didn’t even drink much before going to bed- just a couple wine glasses of wine at his dinner party with Jeff and Glenn.
His free hand pats the bedside table for the glass of water you always made sure to set out in case of instances like this. The migraine picks at him as he gulps down the glass and decides medicine would be the only cure.
The hardwood floor is frigid underneath his feet and Harry reminds himself to start wearing socks to bed; the winter months in London are always unforgiving.
Not wanting to worsen the pain, he is forced to search for the medicine in the dark. His fingers brush over a bottle similar to his usual pain relief bottle so he pours two into his hands. However once the pills touch his palm, his brows furrow. They’re circular instead of the usual capsule-shaped pills.
He pulls the bottle closer, eyes widening at the label. “Fast Acting Laxatives” reads the jar, causing Harry to yelp and drop it. He was this close to taking two of them. He winces at the sound of hard plastic hitting the floor, knowing several little pills spilt out.
Why ‘ave we even got these in the first place? Oh shit, wait, yeah. Harry answers his own question, thinking back to the time he pranked Louis back by crushing one and putting it into his drink. Serves Louis right though, no one messes with Harry’s boots, especially if it is to draw something on them.
Rummaging through the rest of the drawer, he finally comes across the correct bottle of medicine after carefully examining the label despite the strain in his eyes and pulse in his head.
He quietly pads back to the bed, hoping to fall asleep quickly and wake up feeling better. Your eyes flutter open at the sudden dip and wave of warmth, turning to glance at your husband.
“Harry?” You mumble in the darkness, reaching a hand out for his. He curses to himself, having woken you up.
He cuddles closer to you, tugging your body onto his chest. He’s afraid if he tells you about the raging migraine in his head, you’ll feel compelled to stay awake and take care of him. He murmurs a reply you just barely register.
“Go back to sleep, darlin.” You don’t have to be told twice as you drift off, sleep becoming of you once again.
A small smile etches across his face as he feels you falling deeper.
Though once your breathing slows, Harry regrets not telling you what was wrong as the throbbing only escalates. He lets out a groan knowing it would take another twenty minutes for the medicine to set in, and even then he doesn’t know if it would work that well.
His breathing becomes heavy, gripping the right side of his head. He didn’t get migraines often, but when he did, oh boy were they raging. His eyes clamp down in an attempt to force sleep, but it only worsens the pain.
“Mgh.” He releases an incoherent moan, shifting from side to side. Harry knows he probably shouldn’t, but fuck it, you’re the only person he knows could help.
“Love,” He gently shakes. You grumble a bit as his swaying continues, his repeated pet names finally waking you.
“What? What is it, H?” You almost snap, slightly annoyed.
“I-I-I’ve got a migraine.” He mutters in reply, guilt also setting in as he woke you with his own problems.
“Oh.” You bite your lip, thankful that you did not utter any rude words.
“I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you up. You can go back to sleep-”
“No, no. Of course not. I’m glad you woke me up. Do you want me to get some more water or boil some? Have you taken meds for it?”
His head nods, whining lowly at the sensation.
“ ‘m sorry,” Harry apologises again. “I really wouldn’t wake you unless it was bad and I’ve tried to go back to sleep but I just can’t and- and… it really fooking hurts.”
You lean forward to lay a kiss on his forehead. “Don’t apologise for wanting help, my love.” You respond before exiting to make tea. The herbal ones always seemed to calm him.
Once back in the room, you frown at his exterior. His body is up against the headboard, arms crossed and trying to relax but it was only causing more of an ache.
You sigh, pulling him closer. He tries to relax in your grasp but cannot rattle the discomfort. Your fingers dig into his hair, gently massaging the tender areas.
“… and my pain will range from up, down and sideways, thank God it’s Friday cause Fridays…” You hum lowly, the TØP song sticking to your brain after Harry brought up the title.
“Don’t know why they, always seem so dismal. Thunderstorms, clouds, snow, and a slight drizzle…”
“What’s the name of that song again, angel?” Harry interjects.
“Migraine.” You chuckle, causing him to groan.
“You don’t like the song?”
“No, no. I do, it’s just… perhaps something a bit more mellow for the moment?”
You nod, beginning a different song for your husband. Though everything still hurt, your repeated touch and sound eased his pain just a bit.
“But ain’t nobody love you like I do…”
You notice his breathing gradually calm as you sing softly. Another smile comes across his face, feeling incredibly thankful to have you around. Nothing and no one could ever make him feel as you do.
“Promise that I will not take it personal-”
“-baby?” He completes the line, though his intonation hints that it is question rather than him singing. You pout, thinking you had upset him again by the choice of song. Happier had also been circling your thoughts and though it did not apply to either of you, it was still a fantastic song to sing.
My list of favorite shows (other than sense8) includes things like Torchwood and Agent Carter, so clearly I have a thing for doomed TV shows and I’m not new to the feeling of betrayal and lost that comes with your average cancellation, but I believe that sense8 is not your average situation and that’s why it has been trending worldwide on twitter for 8+ hours and it made so many people deeply upset.
Sense8 being cancelled is the entertainment industry equivalent of Trump winning the elections. In Freema Agyeman’s words: ‘A real kick in the teeth for everyone who is striving to make TV more representational & inclusive’. And, because that’s the way media works, a direct reflection of what’s going on in the rest of world right now. And it happened in the fucking first day of pride month, no less.
Bucky Fucking Barnes , your neighbour who fucks every other girl almost everyday . You’d have no problem with peoples
sex life since you have a quite active
one too, but it becomes a problem when you share a wall and can’t help but hear “BUCKY
BUCKY BUCKY YEAH BUCKY” every other
day form the mouth of a high pitched lady who is obviously faking it . Who
screams like that? It boasts his ego to such an extent that he walks around
completely cocksure of himself with a smirk on his face 24/7 .
You just want to
slap it off his beautiful , pretty , fuckable face . Yep . You did have a crush
on him when he moved in . He was nice to people around him , he helped out old
ladies and was pretty good with kids . Why is that he was so arrogant when it
came to you ? Well, you dodged his advances every single time . And every
single time he just got even more unbearable.