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mojofun · 4 years

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Not My Type (Sirius Black x Reader)

Hello earthlings :) This is an entry for This is an entry for a writing challenge I’m taking part in, launched by the wonderful @obsessedwithrandomthings for getting 500 followers; congrats again :) The prompt I chose this time was <<You look so good in my shirt>>. I can just imagine our dear Sirius using lame one-liners when flirting with girls, and this is the result. P.S. I’ve been listening to Motionless in White lately, so this thing is packed with lyrics references. Besides, Sirius looks like the kind of guy who would totally dig that style of music so I thought “why not?” I hope you enjoy it!

Gif not mine, credits to @snuffles-padfoot07

<<Remus?>>

No answer

<<Remus. Remus Lupin>>

Still silence

<<Remus John Lupin>>

Still no reply

<<Moony. Moony, Moony, Moony->>

<<WHAT?!>> The taller Marauder ultimately snapped, turning to glare at his bespectacled friend; said friend acted like nothing happened, simply holding up a slip of paper

<<Do you think Lily will like it?>>

Sighing, Remus gave the poem a skim before rolling his eyes

<<Won’t you give the poor girl a moment of reprieve, James?>>

<<Cmon, help a friend in need!>>

<<Why me?>>

<<You always has a way with words>>

A snort came from the opposite side of the room

<<And yet, he still got no date>>

Remus scowled

<<Prongs, why don’t you ask Padfoot then? Merlin knows Y/N loves his idiotic pickup lines>>

Sirius acknowledged the hit, rising from his bed and walking toward his two mates with a strut. Once there, he took James’s poem and read it, nodding in approval

<<Go for it, pal>>

<<What about you, oh great master of poetry?>> Moony teased, still miffed about Sirius’s jab <<How will you annoy your muse today?>>

The shorter male chuckled, smirking mischievously

<<Don’t worry, Moony. I’m very well-prepared>>

<<That’s exactly what worries me>>

_______

<<Y/N! Y/N!>>

Sirius greeted the H/C girl who’d just walked in the class with her friends. As soon as she saw him, she groaned

<<Oh no>>

<<Come sit by me!>>

Another H/N patted her back soothingly while she face-palmed

<>

<<Oh love, come on! You don’t need to be afraid of me!>>

<<I’m not scared: now that I think about it, you look like my boggart after I’ve cast Riddiculus>> The female deadpanned.

Sirius was stumped.

Beside him, Janes cackled

<<Your girl’s got sass, Padfoot>>

The other guy could only nod, watching as his crush took a seat as far as possible from him- or tried to: thanks to his distraction, all the other spots were occupied.

That meant she was sitting in the next desk.

Y/N hoped that she’d successfully quelled the Gryffindor’s idiotic onslaught.

Well, she did... Just for a little while though

<<Such a sharp tongue for someone so pretty, doll>>

<> The girl countered, glaring at him <<Do not tempt me>>

<> He cackled

<<Yes, my killing instincts are very strong right now>>

The quaint theatre was interrupted by the arrival of Professor Silvanus Kettleburn, who immediately gave dispositions for the class

<<Very well. Today, you will work in pairs>>

The sentence every student dreaded, especially poor Y/N.

It seemed luck was not on her side that day because, when the professor announced her partner, she was faced with a smug Sirius, grinning from ear to ear

<<You know, my therapist says I’m afraid of commitment. Wanna help me prove em wrong?>>

<<Interesting. I’ve never wanted to commit more>>

<<Really?>>

<<Yes; a murder>> The E/C-eyed student walked away from him, heading toward the fire crab the professor had assigned them

<<Ready to give up, Padfoot?>>

<<Never>>

<> Remus commented

<<She’s made of fire, but I can handle it. And no, James; I’m not talking about the crab>>

_______

<<No no no no. Stop right there>>

<<What?>>

<<You need to chop those before feeding the crab>>

<<Oh>>

<<Give them to me>>

Sirius nodded, handing her the food and watching her cut it, slowly and precisely

<<Where have you been all my life?>>

<<Hiding from you>> Y/N replied coolly.

The boy cackled

<<You’re smart, funny, pretty, and you’ve got an insane amount of sass. You’re everything I’m looking for in a girl>>

<<Wow, I’m so lucky>>

It would have been impossible to ignore the sarcasm lacing her words, but Sirius didn’t acknowledge it

<<Would you want to go watch a movie with me this weekend?>>

<<I’ve already seen it>>

<<How can you know?>>

<<You’re asking me out again: I’ve already lived this horror enough to last me a lifetime>>

The older Black brother laughed, shaking his head in amusement

<<Alright, let me try again>>

<<Please no>>

<<Can I take you out on Saturday?>>

<<Sorry, I’m having a headache this weekend>>

<<What?>>

<<Leftovers from the one you’re giving me now>>

But you->>

<<Bitch you’d give a fucking aspirin a headache>> She growled.

Once again, Sirius was at a loss for words. Not only had Y/N just used two swear words in a sentence, but he knew he’d already heard those words somewhere...

<<Wait a second. You listen to Motionless In White?>>

He cried out. The female snorted

<<Are you kidding me? They’re one of my favourite bands>>

<>

Finally, the tension between them seemed to dissipate. Finally, Sirius’s smile was not a smug grin but a real, happy smile.

Finally, Y/N smiled genuinely back at him.

How cliché would it be to say that they felt like they were the only ones in the world at the moment?

(Fire crab aside)

And yet, that exactly how they felt.

It was so exhilarating that Sirius just had to try again

<<Y/N?>>

<<Yes?>>

<> The girl chuckled, prompting him to continue <<but I’m here to stay, forever and always>>

She laughed more. It was not sarcastic or mirthless but a true, joyous laugh

<<You know, you’re not so bad once I get past the smug act>>

<>

<<You’re probably right, but don’t get ahead of yourself. My killing instinct are not raging right now: let’s keep it that way, shall we?>>

<<I’m ready to bleed to make amends>> He joked. The young woman cachinnated, shoving him playfully

<<You idiot. You’re making it hard not to like you>>

<<That was my objective>>

<<Continue on this road and you might just achieve it>>

<>

Y/N cackled one more time, shaking her head in amusement.

It was an incredibly welcome turn of events.

_______

Later that day, the two students sat together for lunch in the Great Hall, discussing anything that came to mind. Mostly their favourite bands.

The more they found out they had similar tastes the more engaged they became.

It was quite a sight. It surely left Remus and James gobsmacked: they would have never thought Y/N would actually want to be with Sirius. Didn’t he annoy her as much as James did Lily, with his dumb pickup lines?

Apparently not.

Their surprise grew even more when their friend suddenly asked her on a date- nothing new there.

They’d enjoyed endless attempts by Padfoot to win the heart of the smart and beautiful H/N.

Her answer, on the other hand, was something entirely unexpected

<<Yes, Sirius: I will go on a date with you>>

The black-haired Marauder offered her a huge smile, making her laugh

<<Thank you, darling. You won’t regret it>>

<>

<<I’ll even make sure the place I take you to has sharp knives, so you’ll know what to do if I get too annoying, alright?>>

The girl laughed so hard that tears fell from her eyes

<<You’re an idiot>>

<<Duly noted. But doesn’t this idiot deserve a kiss?>>

Remus and James half expected Y/N’s smile to turn into a frown, and for her to smack him in the face.

Instead, against all odds, she giggled and pulled him closer, pecking his cheek

<> Sirius beamed. Y/N snorted

<<Not entirely: you’re still an idiot>>

_______

Idiot or not, the date went so well that they went on a second one, and a third, a fourth... And so on, until they officially became a couple.

Which meant Remus, James and Peter had to deal with their best friend and his girlfriend sucking faces and being all lovey-dovey- though they were sure those two only did it to piss them off.

Well, they’d learnt how to deal with it, as long as it was just holding hands and kissing- making out, actually.

But none of them was ready to find the two of them in bed together in their dorm room

<<What the->>

<<Ah!>> Y/N startled, waking Sirius

<<For crying out loud, guys, won’t you ever knock?>>

The poor friends just stood there, red in the faces while Padfoot rubbed sleep out of his eyes.

Once he’d had enough, he shouted

<<Well, why are you still standing there? Get out, we need to change!>>

Not even Death-Eaters after them would have made the three boys run so fast.

The female chuckled, standing up and smoothing our her boyfriend’s shirt that she was wearing like a dress.

The boy in question stared at her adoringly, pulling her closer

<<You look so good in my shirt>>

He fully expected her to blush, but she smirked and replied cheekily

<>

The wink that came immediately after threw him for a loop

<<Y/N...>>

<<Yes, dear?>>

<<... That’s such a lame pickup line>>

<<Yeah... I stole the idea from you, along with your shirt>>

<<And my heart>> Sirius played along

<<... Just like that, the lame throne is yours again>>

<<But that makes you the queen of lame>> He pointed out.

She didn’t know what to reply to that, so she swatted him on the chest.

He gasped in horror

<<You said you’d never hurt me>>

His joke made her laugh.

When she calmed down enough, she teased

<<You’d still give a fucking aspirin a headache>>

<<Oh, are you an aspirin?>> For old times’ sake, he decided to throw in another lame pickup line <<I’d love to take you every 4-6 hours>>

<<Isn’t that too much for you?>> She teased. He chuckled and pulled her in his lap, pecking her cheek

<<You are too much for me, but I’m never letting you go>>

Despite the light atmosphere, those words held a promise of forever, and they both wanted that.

Their lips met and their hands held the other close.

Once again, as cliché as it may sound, they felt like the only two people in the world

___Extra____

Outside the door Remus, James and Peter stood still, looking at each other in confusion and embarrassment

<<How long do you think it will take?>>

<<Well, Wormtail, I don’t know much about Padfoot’s prowess in bed but->>

<<I’m not talking about that, James>> The shorter Marauder spluttered.

Remus sighed

<<That was probably the most embarrassing thing to ever happen to me. And that’s saying something, taking into account I hang out with you three>>

James cackled

<<Oh, Moony, you wouldn’t->>

<> Peter piped up again

<<What would that be?>>

<<Why are we still standing here?>>

<<Oh, right. We should come back later>>

<<Better yet, let’s change our house>> Remus groused <<Merlin knows I’m never going back there>>

After some silence, James spoke again

<<Hey, Moony, do you think if I used those pickup lines on Lily, she would->>

Professor McGonagall spent the whole day wondering if the incredibly loud sound she heard in the morning was actually a scream, and where it had come from

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squirrel-moose-winchester · 4 years

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Game On

Title: Game On

Pairing: Demon!Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1905

Square Filled: Demon!Dean

Summary: After getting caught by the one Demon you were trying to catch; you find yourself in a bit of a bind. Threatening your pride, Dean suckers you into a little game, and with sheer stubbornness, you accept, and its game on from there!

Warnings: SMUT (18+ ONLY), Oral Sex (Female Receiving), Light Bondage, Demon!Dean, Explicit Language, and Implied Sex.

Written for: @spndeanbingo

Disclaimer: Gif not mine

Clumsy. You let your guard down for a second and that was enough for Dean to snatch you up. As your bleary eyes came to, you noticed the horrendous wallpaper, and that familiar musty smell that always lingered in motel rooms. A sudden chill graced over your body, a shiver eliciting goosebumps all over your bare skin.

Bare? Panicking, you tried to scramble out of the bed and cover yourself up, but you could. Tugging again, you realized you were tied up!

“Nice try, Sweetheart,” he chuckled, eyes pitch black as he sauntered around you, drinking the sight before him. Smooth, even, skin, with the exception of a few bruises here and there from previous hunts and scars that only made his dick throb in his pants.

“D-Dean!” you yelped.

“Damn Sweetheart, the things that ran through my head when I was human. All the things I wanted to do to you… the list was endless,” he cooed, circling around you like a shark. “All the times I imagined you sucking my cock with that smart mouth of yours, or how I wondered just how sweet you’d taste on my tongue. Oh, and all the times I thought about marking you up with my mouth, hands, and so much more. You’ve got no idea how much my human self wanted you, but was too much of a coward to do anything, but now… oh, ho, ho…” he sang, “I’m going to make up for lost time. I promise you that.”

“Fuck off,” you retorted, even though his words made your pussy throb. The chains from the cuffs around your ankles rattled as you tried to close your legs, needing some form of relief, but to no avail.

“Oh, but I can smell you from here, and let me tell you… you smell fucking delicious. I can tell that you want me just as much as I want you,” he snickered, yanking his shirt over his head, giving you the perfect view of his toned chest, the anti demon-possession tattoo still perfectly in tact on his taut skin.

“Don’t you dare touch me!” You shouted, a harsh bite in your tone.

Chuckling, Dean undid his belt slowly, catching your attention. As he slipped the leather belt through the loops, you bit your bottom lip, instantly lost in a trance. You had always found Dean to be attractive in more ways than one. He was handsome, funny, goofy, safe, loyal, and so much more. Even now as a Demon, you were having trouble resisting him. He may be a demon, but he was still Dean.

“You don’t mean that, and I know it,” he grinned, now undoing the button to his denim jeans, followed by the sound of his zipper being undone.

“Don’t—” the word came out haphazardly, getting caught in your throat.

“Don’t what? Do this?” He teased, dropping his pants. The man had been walking around commando, and his junk was now on full display, and damn, if it wasn’t perfection… He was massive – bigger than expected, and definitely bigger than you’ve ever seen. He was hard, long, wide, his tip flaming red, and in need of some attention. God… he was just that – a god. “Like what you see?”

Snapping your mouth shut and narrowing your eyes on him, you tugged on the bindings, itching to rip him a new one. “Untie me!” you snapped.

“Before the fun starts? Not gonna happen. But how about we make a deal? I’ll stop when and only when you get out of those…” he leaned over and fiddled with metal restraints, “chains.”

“Impossible!” You shouted in exasperation.

“Oh, c’mon, Y/N. A badass hunter who can’t get out of handcuffs? Now, that’s impossible,” he smirked, crawling up the bed, before settling between your legs, his cock merely inches were she secretly wanted him. “What do you say, Y/N? Deal? Or are you just a sad excuse of a hunter?”

He was taunting you to get his way, you knew that, but he was threatening your pride. You were a great hunter, rivalled up there with the Winchester themselves! If anyone can get out of a sticky situation, it was you. This was no different. If he wanted to play games, then… “Game on you black-eyed son of a bitch!” You barked.

“That’s my girl.”

You tugged and tugged on the chains, yanking at them in hopes they would give, but nothing happened. Peering down, you saw Dean smiling up at you. The asshole was teasing, enjoying watching you suffer the inevitable, but you weren’t going to give in and allow him the satisfaction. You were going to get out. And when you do, you were going to beat his ass, lock him up, and take him home!

As you continued to figure out a way or strategy to get free, a gasp left your lips when you felt Dean press a kiss to your inner thighs, just above the knee. It startled you, and suddenly, your heart rate began to accelerate once more, the blood pounding in your ears.

Dean placed another kiss, and another kiss, each peck only getting closer and closer to your deceitful core. The fan of his warm breath against your unwanted arousal was making your pussy throb with want. With need.

Finally reaching his destination, Dean paused to focus his green eyes on you. It wasn’t until your eyes met his that they went black, the same time as his tongue swiped between your folds, tasting your juices. You let out a loud gasp as your head fell back onto the mattress.

“Mmm,” Dean hummed, a smirk adorned his wickedly gorgeous face. Demon or not, Dean was still the man you fell in love with all those years ago, and as much as you wanted to despise him, it was becoming more difficult to pretend, and all he’s done was get one little taste. “You taste so much better than I could imagine. I could eat you all day.” Another streak between your folds with his tongue and he groaned in blissful satisfaction, like a man who tasted sugar for the first time.

With the rattling of chains in the background, and your hips thrashing about, Dean wrapped a strong arm around your hips, steadying you, causing a string of curses to leave your lips at his demonic strength, but you were sure even as a human, he could easily pin you down. The thought only made you more aroused.

Now that your hips were on lock, Dean used his free hand to aide his delicious torment. Using his index and middle finger, he traced between your slippery lips, using said fingers to spread your sweet cunt open, revealing your clit. “Fucking beautiful,” Dean whispered, admiring the glossy pink in front of him. Instead of licking you again, he latched his lips around your clit, earning a long and loud moan from you, the chain clattering before going silent with tension.

Dean sucked harder. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!” You shouted, body shuddering from the intense pleasure. Despite the current circumstances, you had been waiting years for this. He hadn’t done much yet, but you could already feel your resolve dissipating. Thank goodness for your pride and sheer stubbornness. You weren’t about to give up that fast. Mind over matter, that’s how the saying went, right?

Alternating between licking, sucking, and obscene slurping, Dean decided to up his game, sliding one and than two fingers inside of your weeping heat. The drawn out groan falling from your lips was music to his ears. Absolutely sinful, and incredibly enchanting. It was literally out of this world.

“That’s it baby, let everyone know how good I’m making you feel. Sing for me, Sweetheart.”

“Fuck you,” you growled, but before you could get another word in, Dean curled his fingers, instantly hitting your g-spot and making you sing. His name falling from your tongue like it was second nature.

He could feel you tensing in your hips and between your legs. You were close. “You gonna come, Y/N? You gonna come all over my mouth for me, Sweetheart?” His voice was deep and ragged from his own arousal. “C’mon Y/N, I want to you come. I want to taste you, baby. Come for me,” he encourages, sounding a little too desperate for his liking, but none the less, successfully egging you on.

“Oh god!” you howled as Dean continued to hit your sweet spot and suck on your clit. You were so close. “Y/N, don’t come. Don’t come!” You started to tell yourself out loud instead of repeating it in your head.

Taking your protest as a challenge, Dean bit down on your clit with his teeth, just hard enough to send a different kind of jolt through your body. He worked his teeth on your clit, tugging on it playfully, while still using the tip of his tongue to lap over it, swiftly sending you soaring into your first intense orgasm, the chains biting into your skin as your legs and body trembled with your release.

“Shit!” You dragged the word out, your whole body convulsing in a way you never thought possible, and all just by his mouth and two fingers.

Dean continued to work on you slowly, giving you the opportunity to catch your breath. When he felt your body go lax, he crawled further up above you, lips hovering over your slightly parted ones. “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” he complimented. “And the best thing I’ve ever tasted.”

Slowly, your eyes peeled open, meeting familiar green orbs that you’ve fantasized about many times. In the haziness of your orgasm, for a moment, you forgot about the predicament you were in, and let your blissed out mind take over. “Dean,” you said his name, eyes full of endearment.

“Yeah, baby. It’s me,” he grinned, but then flashed his carbon eyes as a reminder of who you were dealing with. Immediately, reality came crashing back. “Given up already?”

The clouds in your eyes vanished and your glare was back to a hundred percent, scalding hot and burning into his. “You’re sick!” You spat.

“Hey, you’re the one who said ‘game on’ remember?” He snickered, enjoying the fight you were giving, and also enjoying the war you were clearly losing. “I wonder just how many times I can make you come with my mouth before you’re begging me to fill your sweet little pussy with my cock. I bet you’re already wanting it, huh? Wanting to feel me split you open. Ruin you. Make you mine. That’s what you want, isn’t it?”

“Go fuck yourself!” You retorted, however the punch behind the words came off a bit weak and shaky.

A smug smirk and a deep chuckle resonated from his chest. You were screwed. Dean already knew it. He knew he was right. He knew how much you wanted him, but you were too stubborn to let go. You had too much pride to give in. You were going to keep fighting him until he made every inch of you feel like jello, physically and mentally.

“Are you ready to give in, or you wanna keep playing this losing game? Well… at least on your end.”

“Game on…” you gritted, determination piercing through your eyes.

“That’s my girl,” he grinned, lowering himself back to your pussy. “This is gonna be fun.”

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