L I O N IN MY VEINS

sirius black || GRYFFINDOR || seventh year he is trembling and goosebumps. he is breathlessness after a touch. he is frustration and dark eyes. he is insanity and clawing nails.

[siirxus]

xo-lilithmarie:

❝ it’s not my fault i’m much more interesting than you.   i’m kidding, he’s all yours for the taking. do tell why     you felt the need to emphasize whether or not         he’s clothed? does POTTER often have           trouble getting dressed around you?❞

“  ACCORDING TO MY SKEET SOURCES ,          it seems like he has trouble getting dressed around you . & vice versa . “

[siirxus]

theodoretcnks:

“you tell ‘em mate, it’s rude to yell in a blokes ear when he hasn’t had his morning coffee. i tell you, the disrespect here is UNCANNY.”

“  ATTA BOY TED ,              you tell them how RUDE they are being . i’m sure it is more SHOCKING if it comes from you .  “

[siirxus]

ppcttigrew:

“Technically, you initiated the screeching. Just throwing that out there.”

“ INITIATED BUT NOT FORCED , my dear wormtail . “

[siirxus]

vancesemmes:

“Black, I know you’re not talking about me–” biting down hard on her toast as she squinted at the boy, “it’s too early for your games–”

“ THAT DEPENDS LOVE , am i just talking about this morning ?                    or am i talking about the little noises coming from benj’s bed ?  “

[siirxus]

xo-lilithmarie:

❝you’re cranky today sirius. or well, CRANKIER. what’s got your knickers in a bunch?❞

“  YOU , RED , YOU BEEN HOLDING            my best friend hostage for long enough now . i would like him returned to me . preferably DRESSED .  “

[siirxus]

“  DON’T YOU THINK IT IS a little too early to be                 SCREECHING like a damn banshee ?  come on now , give a bloke a chance to enjoy his eggs in peace . “

[siirxus]

xrcmcslcpins:

@siirxus

— ❝ pads. ….. ❞  remus mutters quietly to the open air, barely glancing to the unmoving figure on the bed across from his own. he was near the brink of sleep, gazing up at the ceiling. the year had certainly proven far different from year’s past, with james moved to the head dormitories. and rather than indulge the promise of rest, he was itching to move. luckily, if there was one person who could entertain, and who wouldn’t mind the wake up call, it was sirius black.    ❝  pads  ❞   he tries again much louder, shifting to grab his pillow and lob it at his friend’s head with the precision of practice.  ❝  ‘ you awake, or not? ❞

&  HE WAS IN THE MIDDLE OF A DREAM ;               where he was sandwiched between two beautiful blondes , laying on the sandy beach , and with mojitos in both hands . he was in a middle of a sweet , sweet dream when he was so rudely awaken . pillow smacked his face , his snore caught off midway  (  which turned into a choking cough  )  as he shot up . hands pounding on his chest , he threw the pillow back towards the direction it came from :  remus’s bed .  “  merlin moony .  way to wake a lad . and from a VERY SATISFYING dream no less . “ 

[jaevlaklisje]

This.

[adventuringangel]

he is lust. he is sex in the back seat of a car. he is hickies on the beach. he is groping in a movie theater. he is ass grabbing in an empty aisle. he is dirty whispers on the phone. he is pressed thighs and lip biting. he is moaned names. he is trembling and goosebumps. he is breathlessness after a touch. he is frustration and dark eyes. he is insanity and clawing nails. he is the pleas of more. he is the begs of not stopping. he is the fantasies that have your hand between your thighs, wishing it was his mouth instead. he is sex. he is lust. he is a drug. one you’ll take with a scream of pleasure and a whimper for another.

the dangers of dating a boy who knows exactly what he’s doing.  (via tonkinwrites)