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[missnotstarry]

BAM BAM BAM !

[ticifics]

𝐦𝐢𝐝𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞

── sirius black x f!reader

summary: “You know what's funny?" His voice is low, drawling, like a secret whispered against your wrist. "What?" Your own voice trembles. "I swear my plan was just to make you sleep." His teeth graze your skin lightly. "But you're not helping, doll."

warnings: language, est. relationship, suggestive, love bites, no use of y/n, the marauders' reaction when they saw that you spent the night in the boys' dormitory.

a/n: sirius' m.list is my oldest draft (from early december), but only now have I dared to do something with it, I hope it didn't turn out too bad <33

Your footsteps on the stone staircase barely make a sound as you climb toward the boys' dormitories in Gryffindor Tower. The castle is drowned in the silence of the early hours, and the only light illuminating your path comes from the weakly dancing flames in the common room fireplace far below.

You've been here before. Many times. The path to him is as familiar as Sirius himself.

Reaching the top of the staircase, you push the door open slowly, slipping into the dark room. The air is thick with the dormitory’s woody scent and something unmistakably his—a mix of leather, smoke, and Sirius.

The other boys sleep deeply, their steady breathing filling the space. But your gaze is drawn to the bed at the far end, where crimson curtains are partially parted, revealing a cascade of black hair spread across the pillow.

Sirius lies on his side, one hand tucked under his face, his breathing slow and deep. The moonlight slipping through the window cracks casts a silver glow over him, highlighting the sharp angles of his face, the soft shadows beneath his closed eyes, the dark hue of his long lashes against his pale skin.

You move closer, soundless, kneeling beside his bed. Your heart pounds in your chest as you lightly trace your fingers over his arm, the tip of your nail grazing the warmth of his skin.

"Sirius..." your voice is barely a whisper.

He stirs, frowning slightly before his eyes slowly flutter open. Sleep-clouded gray meets yours, and a shadow of a smile tugs at his lips.

"Ah," his voice, rough and drowsy, slides through the silence like a secret. "So my imagination has finally materialized into flesh and bone?"

His lazy, slightly teasing tone sends warmth flooding through your chest. You smile softly. "If you're dreaming of me, then your imagination is terribly dull."

Sirius lets out a short chuckle, rolling onto his back and stretching an arm toward you. "Since you're already here, come on."

You don’t hesitate. The bed creaks slightly as you slide in, molding yourself against the warmth of his body. Sirius shifts to make space, pulling the curtains closed around you both with a lazy flick of his wand before murmuring a silencing charm. The world outside disappears.

His arms wrap around you, pulling you against his bare chest. The heat of his skin is comforting, and you can feel the slow, drowsy rhythm of his heartbeat beneath your cheek.

"Couldn't sleep?" he asks, his lips brushing the top of your head.

You shake your head against him, feeling the movement of his smile before you even see it.

"Lucky me, then."

"Why?"

"Because now I have an excuse to do this." His fingers trail idly up your arm, skimming over your shoulder, your neck, until finally threading into your hair. He plays with the strands absentmindedly while his other arm tightens around your waist, as if making sure you won’t slip away.

You sigh, sinking further into him.

Sirius tilts his head, pressing his lips lightly to your forehead for a lingering moment, his breath warm against your skin before he murmurs:

"Want me to tell you a story?"

You lift your face to look at him. "Since when do you tell stories?"

He shrugs, a lazy glint in his eyes. "Since now. I have a very selective and highly demanding audience to entertain."

You laugh softly but nod. "I do."

Sirius thinks for a moment, his gray eyes lost in the shadows of the bed canopy. Then, in a deliberately dramatic tone, he begins:

"Once upon a time, there was a great hunter in the sky. He was strong, invincible, arrogant as hell, but handsome enough to make up for it—"

"This is about Orion, isn’t it?"

"Hey, who’s telling the story here?"

You smile, resting a hand on his chest. "Go on, then."

Sirius clears his throat theatrically. "As I was saying, Orion was a legendary hunter. But he was also a little impulsive—and pissed off powerful people, which, let’s be honest, is a familiar trait."

The implication in his tone doesn’t go unnoticed. You smile against his skin, feeling Sirius's muscles relax beneath your fingers.

"He boasted that he could defeat any beast on Earth," Sirius continues, lowering his voice to a deep whisper. "And the gods, being the bastards they are, didn’t like that. So they sent a scorpion to kill him. And just like that, the invincible hunter fell."

He pauses, his eyes locked onto yours.

"But the gods placed him in the sky," he finishes softly. "A bright constellation, never to be forgotten."

The silence between you is filled only by the sound of your soft breaths and the slow beat of Sirius’s heart under your palm.

"Tragic," you murmur.

Sirius smiles faintly. "All the best stories are."

You watch his face in the dark, the soft fall of his dark hair over his eyes, the strong line of his jaw softened by the dim light. He looks caught between two worlds—one where he is Sirius Black as everyone knows him, and another where it’s just you and the way he melts into you.

You touch his face lightly, letting your thumb graze the curve of his mouth. "If you were a constellation, which one would you be?"

His lips part slightly under your touch, something warm flickering in his gaze.

"If I could choose..." he murmurs, "any one that’s next to you in the sky."

Your heart clenches.

Sirius seems to notice, because he leans in and presses his lips to yours in a slow, lingering kiss, as if trying to trap the feeling of you here, as if trying to make this moment eternal.

And in a way, it is.

The kiss starts soft. The kind of kiss Sirius gives when he wants to savor, when he wants to feel. But there’s something about you—the way your fingers tangle in his hair, the way your body molds against his, the way your lips return to his without a shred of hesitation—that makes him lose his patience.

The sound he makes against your mouth is deep, almost a low, satisfied purr, and then the softness dissolves. His hands tighten on your waist before sliding up your back, pulling you closer. You feel the tension in his muscles beneath your fingers, his breath becoming more uneven against yours.

Sirius kisses like it’s hunger.

And you surrender.

You get carried away.

Your bodies fit together in an almost desperate way, his hands traveling up your neck, into your hair, his fingers firm against your skin, as if he wants to memorize you. He takes your mouth with more insistence now, deepening the kiss in a way that makes it hot, consuming.

When you let out a quiet moan against his lips, Sirius exhales an almost exasperated sigh and flips you over in one swift motion, pinning you beneath him. His weight is comfortable, warm, and you feel every inch of him against you.

Sirius' gray eyes gleam in the dark, intense, hungry. He leans down, brushing the tip of his nose along your jaw, trailing slowly down your neck, letting his breath warm your skin. A shiver runs through you.

"You know what's funny?" His voice is low, drawling, like a secret whispered against your wrist.

"What?" Your own voice trembles.

"I swear my plan was just to make you sleep." His teeth graze your skin lightly. "But you're not helping, doll."

The shiver rolls down your spine even before you feel the first bite.

Sirius presses his mouth to your neck, sucking slowly before biting—not hard enough to hurt, but enough that tomorrow, you’ll see the marks and remember exactly how they got there.

You cling to him, fingers digging into his bare back, feeling the satisfied chuckle he lets out against your collarbone before biting there too, as if he’s claiming you, leaving his signature on your skin.

You feel him smile against your shoulder before he trails his lips up to your jaw, then back to your mouth. The kiss now is slower, more deliberate, as if he’s savoring the effect he has on you.

Then, as abruptly as he started, Sirius stops.

His lips still brush against yours, but he doesn’t push forward. His breathing is fast, just like yours, and for a moment, he just looks at you, his gaze hazy, intense.

The silence between you is thick, full of everything that doesn’t need to be said.

Then, with a sigh, he lets out a low, husky laugh. "If I keep going, you’ll never sleep."

He doesn’t pull away completely, but you feel the weight of his restraint in his shoulders when he closes his eyes for a moment, controlling his breathing.

Your fingers touch his face, tracing the sharp line of his jaw, feeling the tension beneath his warm skin.

Sirius opens his eyes again, and there’s something so devastatingly intense in them that your heart clenches.

He gives you a faint smile, lips still a little swollen. "You’re killing me, you know that?"

You smile back, sliding your arms around his neck. "If it’s any consolation… we’re dying together."

Sirius lets out a short laugh, then kisses your forehead and pulls you against his chest.

"Now sleep, my love." His voice is low, laced with the sleep that’s finally catching up to him.

Sirius' body is a warm shelter against yours, his chest rising and falling steadily as he holds you tightly, but not trapping you. He lazily runs a hand up and down your back, tracing invisible patterns with his fingertips, the touch so tender it makes your heart ache.

"Breathe with me," he murmurs into your hair, his voice still thick with sleep.

You obey, inhaling when he does, exhaling in the same rhythm. His chest vibrates against you when he lets out a contented sigh, and then, in a tone so soft it feels meant just for you, Sirius starts to hum.

The melody is gentle, little more than a low, resonant hum against your ear. He doesn’t sing words, just lets the sound fill the space between you, as if he’s lulling you into a song only he knows.

And it works.

Your muscles slowly relax, your eyes grow heavy, and the last thing you feel before finally slipping into sleep is the warm press of Sirius' lips against your forehead.

Morning arrives lazily, with the sun filtering through the heavy curtains and spreading a golden glow across the room. You're still deeply asleep, nestled against Sirius' chest, while he rests his hand possessively on your back, his fingers lazily curled in the thin fabric of your blouse.

Sirius is awake, but he doesn’t move. He just stays there, watching the way your relaxed face looks even more beautiful in the soft light, the way your breath against his collarbone sends shivers down his skin.

He could stay like this all day.

Unfortunately, the world has other plans. The bed curtain is abruptly yanked aside.

"WHAT THE F—"

"Shhh! For Merlin's sake, James!"

Potter’s shout barely has time to echo through the room before it's interrupted by the urgent whispers of Remus. Sirius narrows his eyes, irritated.

"Fuck off, James, shut up," he grumbles, his voice still thick with sleep.

James raises his hands in surrender, but his eyes are still wide as he stares at the scene before him. Remus just rubs his face, exhausted before the day even begins.

Peter, who has just lifted his head from the pillow, gapes and immediately looks anywhere but at the two of you. "Merlin!" he murmurs, his skin flushing instantly.

Sirius, now burying his head against your neck, lets out a low chuckle. He moves just enough to pull the blanket over his body, not because he wants to hide the marks—he’s actually completely satisfied with how they look—but because he prefers no one else sees them.

James, standing at the foot of the bed with his glasses askew and a scandalized look on his face, points an accusing finger. "Those are marks, Sirius!"

Sirius rolls his eyes. "Do you really have to shout about it? Fuck, she’s still sleeping."

"It’s impressive! You were irresponsible!"

"I was passionate," Sirius corrects, a cheeky smile forming on his lips.

Remus, who’s seen worse, just lets out a sigh. "Can we at least pretend to be adults?"

Sirius shrugs, lazily looking at them before simply pulling you a little closer against him.

"You guys talk too much in the morning," he murmurs, his lips brushing the sensitive skin just below your ear.

James grimaces. "I’m going to puke."

"Then puke outside."

Peter makes a muffled sound, clearly too embarrassed to contribute to the conversation.

Remus, always practical, crosses his arms and watches Sirius with an unreadable look. "You’re a shameless dog."

Sirius grins—a lazy, insolent smile that clearly says no, he definitely isn’t ashamed.

"Guilty," he says, his voice drawling.

James shakes his head, frustrated. "Merlin, Black. Could you at least try to look sorry?"

Sirius just smiles more.

And then, in an absurdly possessive gesture, he lowers his face and places a lazy kiss on your exposed shoulder, as if wanting to make it clear to everyone that yes, the marks are his, and yes, he wears them proudly.

"Now, if you don’t mind," he says, pulling the blanket over both of you and closing his eyes again, "get out of here before I get even more graphic."

James lets out a horrified grunt.

Peter rushes to grab his things and leave.

Remus just sighs, clearly used to this.

And Sirius, satisfied with himself, settles back against you, completely ignoring the chaos he’s caused.

[dearose]

I think a lot about the way Toji gradually teaches you how to ride him. And, actually, “teach” isn’t even the right word, because you’ve had sex before, of course. Maybe not enough times to feel completely sure about exactly what your kinks are or what things you don’t quite like in bed, but yes, you’ve done it. And you’ve definitely ridden a cock before; maybe clumsily, due to your lack of experience in the matter, but you’ve managed it successfully (at least that’s what you’d say). That’s why the word that could really describe it would be more like “getting used to” it: to this new position where he can look you in the eyes while you’re the one taking control. But Toji is bigger than the guys you’ve been with before, and that applies in every sense of the word.

His broad, defined shoulders and toned back resemble a mountain; his imposing chest expands and contracts beneath your fingers, while his sturdy thighs, slightly sweaty from the heat of the moment, remain taut beneath you. And his cock, just like everything else about him, is big. It’s that simple. Bigger than any you’ve ever seen before, crossed by a pair of thick veins running along its sides and crowned by a reddish head that seems to stare at you almost angrily… or perhaps begging for mercy, pleading for you to let it slide between your slippery folds at last.

“Having second thoughts, kid?” His voice drags you back to that hazy reality. You don’t like the nickname. He’s older than you, yes, but not by that much. Still, you decide to let the annoyance slide this time, considering the situation you’re in.

Right now you’re looking at him, and judging by the way your eyelashes flutter, he probably thinks so—that you’re having second thoughts. But that’s not the case. In fact, you’re so turned on by it that you’re sure you could cum just by admiring how hard he is for you.

“No,” is all you reply in a low voice, before running your tongue over your lips and licking up the small pool of saliva that had lingered on your mouth for a long few seconds.

Your fingers brush against Toji’s, who was still holding his cock firmly in his fist. Noticing this, he slowly releases it, allowing you to take over and go at your own pace. Encouraged by the moment and by the tension building in your aching core, desperate for release, you dare to guide the tip toward your entrance. The heat makes him moan against your forehead, covered in tiny salty droplets, and that sound becomes the fuel that drives you to continue.

“That’s my girl. I know it’s big, but you can take it, right?”

“I can take it,” you murmur back, though a flicker of uncertainty reaches even your own ears. By this point, the plump head was already just a few inches inside you. You clench down hard around it.

“That’s it, go at your own pace. What a good girl, taking such a big cock.”

“Toji!”

You squeeze your eyes shut, and he thrusts his hips upward to help you. You want to ask him not to speak, to stop even if it goes completely against your will, because you’re about to pass out against his chest and surrender completely. The room is too hot, and you don’t blame the summer; it’s his fault. It’s his body, his thighs so wide they end up making you sprawl around them until you’re exhausted, his lewd words, that wicked little chuckle brushing against the shell of your ear, his hands roaming over your bare ass while every now and then, he pulls the thin string of your panties upward. If it weren’t for him reminding you to breathe, you probably would have forgotten for a second.

With the muffled sound of your sweaty skin finally meeting, you realize you’re completely sitting on his lap. Finally. The sensation is overwhelming for a moment, but it’s accompanied by the sweet taste of victory (you did it, and that means more praise). His strong arms wrap around your back; your gasps and his eventually blend into one, and your shameless pussy trembles with every caress on your skin. You’re so easy… he has you eating out of the palm of his hand, melting like honey between his fingers.

“Good job, baby. Good job,” he praises you, planting kisses on your neck, unwittingly hastening the impending orgasm that makes your legs tremble. “Now show me just how good you want to make me feel. Move your hips just a little, and I’ll take care of the rest in a minute."

[doe-eyed-shifter]

˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊ Waiting Room

A refuge for the weary shifter. A place beyond distance and direction, where the world softens around you.

Here, water moves like music through the air, it's quiet song washing through your senses and settling somewhere in your soul. Sunlight warms your skin, and the breeze carries the sweetness of ripe fruit. The rain-washed leaves brush against you, ticklish and familiar, like a childhood half remembered.

It is safe here.

It has always been. It has been waiting for you longer than you have existed to find it.

Walk in any direction, and the world walks with you. The horizon bends and unfolds at your feet, reshaping itself with your intention. Valleys bloom where you run wild, rivers appear where you seek tranquility, and trees gather where you long for shelter.

Reality does not resist you here. It drifts, folds, and unfurls, the very fabric of the universe draped and sculpted into forms that fit you perfectly.

Not a place within the world, but a world within a place. An oasis suspended somewhere between dream and memory, where the landscape shifts to lead you exactly where you need to be.

[novlr]

“When you're a writer sometimes you have to spend time poking at part of yourself that normal, sane people leave alone.” — Vikram Chandra

[viridiansunset]

Vieux Carré

New Orleans

[deminetly]

⊹ ࣪  MY WAITING ROOM

⠂⠁⠈⠂⠄⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠂⠁⠈⠂⠄⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂

⊹ rooms / places

room with portals to every dream ive ever had so i could revisit/finish the dreams

rage room

therapy room

corridor of my drs

character customizing room (i can try out different hairstyles, make up looks, styles, etc)

massage room

no gravity room full of bubbles I can pop

nature pool

copies of all of my dr bedrooms

craft room

perfume workshop (I can create perfumes for my drs)

───────

⊹ extras

I recieve a package with a cool trinket + a riddle/puzzle from a crow every morning

mirror that shows me from each dr + I can edit my appearance

website that generates any movie/show/game based on any prompt I put in

Im good at drawing + very creative

TV that shows moments from my drs + edits made of me and people from my drs (even if Im not famous in that dr) I can also watch my favourite movies and shows again for the first time

fairy scripting+shifting assistant who gives tips and ideas

remote for controlling the weather

fairy band that often performs concerts for the whole village

unicorn who will take me anywhere (she can fly + shes very fast)

a book of ideas for scripting (things to script + guides to scripting different drs + questions for developing drs, etc)

photobook of memories for each one of my drs (my digital camera that I have in each dr is connected to it)

fashion design journal (any item I draw will appear in the wardrobe of a dr of my choice)

my fyp only has useful shifting content in it

there are clouds I can rest on in the sky

a view to the moon from my glass roof

my cr cat

I have those asmr tools like soap so I can crush it

snow globes of each one of my drs

[hckzee]

DO YOU MIND TO WRITE KIYOOMI (or any hq char) WITH A GERMAPHOBE READER??

various! hq characters x manager!germaphobe! reader featuring: sakusa kiyoomi · bokuto koutarou · oikawa tooru · haiba lev · nishinoya yuu · miya atsumu

sorry for the long wait, anon!

Sakusa Kiyoomi!

He appreciates your presence in the club so much. Like, not even kidding, you're one of the few people he can tolerate being somewhat near with

At first, he was standoffish towards you. Can you blame him, though? You were but a stranger to him—a stranger who willingly joined a club filled with hormonal teenage boys who play volleyball (acting like he isn't a regular player in the said club)

What sold you on him was the fact that you prepared and cooked his share for a barbecue party with his teammates. Don't get him wrong, he isn't willing to join the celebration; the idea of sharing tongs and other hand-picked food with the others is just bleh to him

Lo and behold, you call him to a more secluded area of the field. There, in front of you, is a grill filled with meat, mushrooms, and sweet potatoes

You tell him you requested to bring your own grill and set to the party, not willing to share utensils with the club. Funnily enough, you made an exception towards him, seeing as you two were essentially the same

You made him sit at a distance between the two of you. He swears his heart skipped a beat at that moment

Bokuto Koutarou!

Oh, boy. He swears he didn't mean to slather you with his "germs of a sweat," as you call it. He's just so, so, so excited to have another manager in the club! He means it, really

Akaashi had to pull him away as you remain frozen on your feet, hands slowly twitching towards a handkerchief and a bottle of alcohol. Akaashi also had to reassure Bokuto that, no, you don't hate him (probably)

He did make up to you, though! Now, he always wipes away any sweat or germs on him before approaching you. Hell, he even bought some extra wet wipes and tissues in case you ran out of your stock

He always listens to you rant or vent about the supposed lack of cleanliness of the volleyball club. He doesn't take too much offence at your comments (he knows they come from a good place... hopefully). When he asks you why you even joined in the first place, all he got as a response was a heated glare and "stupid feelings making me do stupid things"

Whenever the club wins a match (whether official or not), he vibrates in his place whenever you give him his towel or water bottle. Granted, you do so with a small scowl on your face, but he makes sure you know it's appreciated!

And when you finally, finally make first contact with him first—whether a hand on his shoulder or a freaking hug—he feels like he's on cloud 9... and yeah, he might've hugged you again while being sweaty, but it's just because he's so happy!

Oikawa Tooru!

Oh, boy - part 2

It's honestly not his fault, really. You just make it so easy to tease you! Yeah, one of his newer hobbies is teasing you, much to the team's annoyance

A poke on your cheek here; a quick hug there; don't forget an arm around your shoulder from time to time! No matter how many times you swat him away with your clipboard, he just doesn't stop

If anyone asks why he does what he does, he answers that he likes seeing you flustered. Really, is it such a crime to watch your face scrunch up like an annoyed cat?

He does know the limits, though. Whenever it's obvious that you feel too dirty, too contaminated, he ushers the team away from your vicinity. Especially when it comes during a particularly brutal practise. He takes on the majority of the clean-up, leaving you to do other manager stuff with the coach

And as an apology for all his teasing, he buys you a basket filled with cleaning supplies—complete with new handkerchiefs and masks as well! You take the opportunity to spray alcohol on him whenever he trespasses on your personal space

Haiba Lev!

At first, Lev doesn't understand why you avoided him after seeing him eat a fallen piece of meat off the floor. He tried asking, but his heart deflated when you gave him the meanest side-eye known to mankind

But he doesn't let that deter him from understanding you! He asks a lot of questions about your habits—although most of them are just plain ridiculous, like: "Would you dunk me in a bathtub of alcohol if I roll around in mud?" You answered yes without hesitation

Once he gets the hang of always sanitising items before bringing them to you, he gets on your good side (much to the surprise of the whole team)

He begins to mimic—or rather, follow—your cleaning habits. Hell, he even bought one of those alcohol keychains for the two of you! He feels a surge of pride whenever he sees the gift hanging from your bag

And yeah, he gets teased by the team for being a copycat (their words, not his), but he just genuinely wanted to understand you better. And if he learned some good habits along the way, who was he to stop?

Nishinoya Yuu!

Like Bokuto, he gets ahead of himself when he learns the team has a new manager! So yeah, maybe he did jump to hug you while still wearing his damp jersey. And maybe you did slap the soul out of his body afterwards, but dare he say, he deserved that

He notices your hesitant touches immediately. The awkward glances before handing out the towels and water bottles. Not to mention how you stand a solid meter or two away from the team

He really doesn't say anything about it. Why would he? It's just your preference. It wasn't like it's his business to meddle in your space. He continues being him—a menace to the team—but tones it down with you

Although when he overhears other teams making fun of your habits, he doesn't hesitate to unleash hell. "At least they don't smell like unfiltered sewer water!" he'd yell, one step away from jumping on them

If the comments affect you, you'll be whisked away to a secluded, clean area. He has a spare handkerchief ready if you want to cry your heart out. He'll talk trash about them, all the while hyping you with a five-meter distance between the two of you, of course!

Miya Atsumu!

Honestly, he was offended at first. Not because of your habits, but the fact that you seemed hellbent on avoiding him! Because why the hell are you refusing the snacks he sometimes gives out? Or hesitate when he asks you to hand him a volleyball

He thinks you hate him, by the way. He complains to anyone willing to listen (absolutely no one). He's dramatic about it, too, wailing as if you personally attacked him. Best believe he reenacts the time you recoiled when he extended his hand for a shake

But then it clicks. Mainly because the image of Sakusa briefly overlapped yours when you squeezed yourself into the corner of the gym during a practise match. So you don't hate him, after all!

He becomes insufferable afterwards, though. He starts actively showing off that he's clean and sanitised when you're around. It's very obviously performative, too. Osamu and Rin snicker at him; Aran, Kita, and you just watch with a bewildered look

He expects a medal every time he hands you a clean volleyball or if he sanitises his hands after picking up dirty laundry off the floor. You roll your eyes, but you're more relaxed around him now. Hell, you even clapped when he mopped the floors right for the first time

Absolutely smug when you finally shake his clean hand. The best part for him was that you did it all in instinct! He just raised his hand, and you took it right away! He boasts about it to anyone and everyone