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Awww poor Reggie :(( I just love Siri too much <3

would u write riding best friend’s brother!sirius’s thighs??😳😳

this post is 18+, minors dni.

"Y'think he's jacking off to you in the shower?" Sirius asks, and you bite down on your tongue where you've buried your head in the juncture between his neck and his shoulder.

"Stop," You beg, hands fisted tightly in his worn out band t-shirt, some muggle noise you've heard coming from behind the typically-closed door of his room. You're balanced on his thigh as he reclines on his mattress, and he's delighting in watching you grind down on him while he's free to tease you.

"Oh, Y/N," Sirius imitates a voice that's very unflattering to his poor brother, and you feel white-hot guilt pierce your chest and warm the space between your legs. Regulus has... a crush on you. That's all it is: a puppy crush. He'll get over it, you know he will, once he wises up and gets over the inevitable 'I'm-in-love-with-my-best-friend' phase. Perhaps you'll wise up and get over the 'I'm-in-love-with-my-best-friend's-brother' phase someday, but for now you drag your cunt across Sirius's thigh, and your clit catches on the rough fabric of his jeans- another fashion choice his mother degrades him for.

"Stop- stop, please stop!" You beg, shame and guilt and lust roiling inside of you and blending to twist your stomach into knots, a fire burning just below it, "Sirius, don't make fun of him-! Please, he's- he's my friend."

"He's your best friend," Sirius snickers, "And you're in his brother's room, grinding all over my thigh. Do it again, darling, rub your pretty little pussy all over my lap. Get it nice and wet, sweetheart, leave a big wet stain- it's Reg's turn to do laundry."

Whipped. ~ S.O.B

{in which Sirius has a wet dream about you infront of James and Remus, and they know you’re completely whipped for him.}

“Mate, is he okay?” Mumbles James, nudging Remus’s foot. Remus puts his book down, eyebrows sewing into a concerned frown. They watch as you try to comfort the sleeping Sirius. However, all concern vanishes when Sirius whimpers again, he whimpers your name, this time accompanied by a rut of his thin hips. James locks his gaze with Remus’s, his eyes sparkling with entertainment. His best friend is having a wet dream on top of his lover, ABOUT his lover, right in front of his mates. They were so lucky they were the only ones in the common room.

With another whimper, well , more of a moan this time, James can’t stifle his bark of laughter. you shoot him a flaming glare which shuts him up quickly. Not for long, of course. Soon, Sirius reaches a steady pace of sleepily humping against your leg, broken “uh, uh, uh”’s signifying every thrust, just like he does in bed. “Hey, moony, padfoot can’t even keep it in his pants while he’s sleeping.” James whispers obnoxiously loudly, earning a choked laugh from Remus, who has a hand clamped over his mouth in order not to piss himself laughing. Soon, you decide you need to put an end to your boyfriend’s embarrassment. You shake his shoulder. “Hey… hey, Siri?” At the sound of your voice, sirius moans lowly, clenching his fingers into your shirt and nuzzling further down. “Mmmh… love?” He groans, voice hoarse from sleep. He moves his loose head of ebony hair and looks up at you through his dark eyelashes with heavy silver eyes and you can’t resist. A smile breaks your lips, quirking up more on one side. God, you have such a weak spot for him. Nothing, my boy. Go back to sleep.” He happily obliges, burrowing into you like a baby seeking safety. You cover the back of his head with a hand, giving him a sense of protection. At least the wet dream was over.

You look up at James and Remus. “You better not tease him about this.” You warn. Remus scoffs. “Please, mate. He’ll never forget it, I’ll give you that much.” The lycanthrope grins playfully. “And you!” James pipes up, pointing right at you dramatically. “You are completely and utterly fucking WHIPPED for Sirius goddamn Black. If I wasn’t your best mate, I’d be telling the whole school.” Remus nodded in agreement. You feel your face heat up drastically. “Shut your trap, prongs.” You mumble, before looking down at Sirius with the most lovesick expression either boy had ever seen. You really are whipped for that ‘goddamn Sirius black’.

can I have an only one bed situatuon with sirius x fem reader pretty please

nsfw or sfw your take as well as the plot

thank you lovee

No problemmm!!! Hope u like it!!

One bed? ~ S.O.B

{in which you and Sirius share a room in James’s house.}

It was the summer break, and you’d decided to stay at James’s house with Sirius and Remus. However, after graciously greeting fleamont and euphemia, (who ADORED you might I add), you followed James upstairs. He showed you his room first. “Right, so this is my room. Rem, you’ve got the one beside it, aaaand… you two can go in that one!” He grinned, gesturing to you and Sirius. Upon peaking inside, you interrupted his and Sirius’s conversation. “Hey- prongs? There’s just one bed in here.” James locked eyes with Remus, as if they knew something you didn’t. “Yeah, uh… goodnight, guys!” Remus said, before both boys retreated into their assigned rooms. You turned to Sirius. “I’ve always wanted to sleep with you.” Sirius teased, raising an eyebrow playfully. You roll your eyes.

He was the first to flop onto the bed, landing in a jokingly suggestive pose that made you laugh at him. Sirius black was, naturally, a flirt. He began rolling around in the sheets like a madman. “Alright, padfoot, no need to mark your scent on it, now.” You say, smiling at his antics. He scoffs. “You’re next if you’re not careful, pup.” You stop unpacking. “Sorry, pup? That’s you, dickhead.” “Yeah, whatever. Also, you’re letting me play Bowie. I don’t care. I saw that record player first, so you can fuck right off.” Sirius jumps off of the bed and flicks through the ones that lay beside the vinyl player, hissing a drawn-out “yes” when he finds ‘the rise and fall of ziggy stardust and the spiders from mars’ by David Bowie.

A few hours later, with both Remus and James asleep in their rooms, you had started to worry about your sleeping situation. You and Sirius had danced together to the full album twice now, and once it ended, you both fell back onto the bed. He looked at you, and you looked at him. His black locks spilled out like a halo beside him, you couldn’t help the blush creeping up on you. What am I doing? This is my best friend. You scold yourself. “So, who’s taking the bed?” You ask him. “Huh? Well, m’lady, I’m not letting you sleep on the FLOOR. C’mon, mate, youre my best friend, it’d basically be like sleeping in the same bed as James.” He reasons. You bite your lip. It really wouldn’t feel like sleeping in the same bed as James to me. But it didn’t take much convincing for you to lay beside him.

The lights were off now, but you soon noticed how cold it was in the room, you basically forced Sirius to check if the window was shut, but it seemed to be broken, constantly stuck slightly ajar. You huff in frustration, brows furrowing and shoulders quivering. Noticeably, Sirius’s pretty eyes flood with concern. “Oh, my star.” He says. You’re used to him calling you that, but in this situation, it feels different. It feels intimate. He moves to wrap more of the duvet around you, gently pulling you towards himself. “Sirius-“ “my star, it’s fine. We’re best mates. I’m allowed to warm you up.” He excused. You didn’t have it in you to argue with him, and, honestly, you’d always fantasised about him. You lay your head on his shoulder as he hugged you closer to him. He was warm, admittedly. Really warm. You let out a small moan of satisfaction.

At that sound, Sirius tensed beneath you. “Sirius? Are you okay?” You asked him, burrowing closer. “What? Yeah. Mhm.” He mumbled. His usual cocky demeanour had vanished and his usually pale face was flushed. You leant up slightly and noticed a bump in the covers. He was hard. “Sirius…” you started. “I-I’m sorry, mate, I’m really sorry.. I didn’t mean-“ you shut him up with your lips pressed against his soft ones. Frozen at first, you had to work him into it, eventually both of your lips moved in unison. He whimpered as you pulled away. “Let me help you out, Siri.”

Not taking off the covers in fear of bracing the cold, you shuffled to straddle him beneath them. Through his pyjama pants you could tell. He was big. He couldn’t contain his breathy whines as you ground down onto his hard-on. He started to whimper your name. “It’s not funny. Please, just do something.” “Wow. Never thought I’d hear THE Sirius Black beg.” You teased. His lip quivered and you rolled your hips a few more times, testing his limits. Until his long fingers gripped your hips and a deep growl left his throat.

He flipped you over, pinning you to the bed with a desperation you’d never seen in him before. “I need this. I really need you.” he whispered, his eyes dark with lust and… something more serious? Love? He pulled his pants down and pushed your panties to the side. You could feel his tip dragging up and down your opening, and you watched his eyebrows scrunch in self-control. As he eased into you, you were overcome with white-hot pleasure. “Fuck, Siri.. you feel so good… mh..” you whimpered. Through your hazy vision, you admired the way Sirius let out broken, shameless moans as his face contorted in bliss, eyes rolling back every now and then. He picked up his pace, hips rolling slightly faster.

Gripping the sheets either side of you, you bit your lip, trying not to cry out. He felt so fucking good. So good. But Sirius hit that spot. “AGH! FUCK, SIRI!” You cried, grasping his bony, tattooed shoulders. His signature smirk made an appearance. “Oh yeah? You- hah- you like that, my little star? My- nghhh.. oh, my star… mine…” his confidence faded again, turning to complete, raw, primal need. He sped up, his mushroom tip prodding deliciously into your sensitive spot with each thrust. You could hear the sinful wet sounds of where you were connected and the quick, loud snapping of his hips against yours as he lowered his head into the crook of your neck, shamelessly moaning your name and the word “mine” over and over. “Sirius! Oh, Sirius, yes! I’ve got you, I’ve got you, baby!” You hugged his back as Your mouth formed an ‘O’ shape. you felt the most heavenly orgasm you’ve ever had overtake you. During the euphoria, you grabbed a handful of his sweaty black curls as he fucked you, tugging on them hard. At that, Sirius let out the dirtiest, most pornographic groan you’d ever heard, and you felt his hot seed explode into you. His thrusts slowly ceased as he pulled out And collapsed onto you. He was breathing heavy into your neck and your first thought was to stroke his hair and back, praising him.

“That was so fucking great, Sirius. You were so good.” You told him, whispering in his ear and petting him lovingly. Very unlike a best friend would. But, really, what could you two say about what best friends did? You felt him smiling into your collarbone. He murmured your name. “Yes?” “I think I’m in love with you.” He mumbled. You let your expression fade into a satisfied smile. “I’m in love with you, too, Sirius Black.” You said, leaning your cheek on his mop of sweat-ridden coal-black hair. “But we have to get cleaned up.” He groaned in reluctance.

“I’m serious.”

“So am I.”

You couldn’t help but laugh softly at his stupid joke. “Will that ever get old to you?” You asked. “Nope.” He replied.

James now owed Remus 10 galleons.

heyyy, can i request good old enemies to lovers with so much angst but ends with fluff with sirius??? maybe they used to be friends before and Sirius just suddenly turned cold? and the reader was giving the same energy and all they do is bicker and one time the reader just burst out about how siri is being a prick and then it ends with confession?? it's very long 😭😭im sorry

Hey guys!!! Sorry I’m going through requests VERRRRY slowly atm but please feel free to leave requests in my inbox for me to get round to <3 love u all so much

Also, I included reader seeing Regulus as a little brother figure and looking after him, because I can’t not :-( sorry if it puts u off the fic!!

(CW: LOTS of angst, child abuse from walburga, sad Sirius, sad Regulus, Sirius being cold and cruel to cope with loss, basically the reader being the black brother’s best friend, ends with fluff<3)

“I used to love you.” ~S.O.B

{you were from a pure blood family, best friends with Sirius Black. You comforted him through his mother’s cruelty, and fell in love along the way. Until Sirius ran away, leaving you to protect his little brother from harm out of the love you still held. Now, when you see him in school, you give him a reciprocated glare. But why does he hate you?}

“Sirius, come here!” Came the harsh, threatening voice of Walburga Black, she sounded angry, really angry, and you watched Sirius tense, looking up from the book you were reading together. His eyes were wide, face whiter than usual, holding much more terror than a little boy should ever have to endure. You put a hand on his shoulder, warming him in this cold house. “Hey, it’s fine. Whatever happens, you can come back up to me after. I’ll take care of you.” You told him. You may have been only children at the time, but the way Sirius nodded and his silver eyes softened and glittered with tears, you knew you had a certain way with him.

Alone in Sirius’s room, you played with your hands, shoulders stiff as you listened to the mother scream ruthlessly at her son, trying not to picture the broken, guilty, vacant expression you knew would be adorning Sirius’s tear-stained face. You couldn’t hear Sirius’s responses to Walburga’s yelling, you knew he froze up when he was scared, so he’d be mumbling in response. “I DONT CARE IF YOUR FRIEND IS UPSTAIRS. YOU ARE A DISGRACE ALREADY!” She yelled. You had to cover your ears when gut-wrenching cries and wails started to echo up the stairs. Walburga was using the crucio curse on her son. Again.

~~~

Soon, the screams ceased and Sirius rushed up the stairs and into his room where you still sat. He slammed the door desperately, and crumbled to the floor beneath it, shaking like a leaf and loud sobs starting to make his small back heave. You leaped off of his bed and knelt beside him. Hesitantly, you reached out to touch his back, but he flinched away from you with a sharp, choked gasp. That was when the first crack painfully sliced its way through your heart. To see your best friend weak and bawling on the floor of his bedroom, scared of even you, was an agonising feeling. Eventually, Sirius realised you wouldn’t hurt him, and wiggled into your lap, crying quieter now. His head found its way into your neck as he cried, and you could feel his wet tears snaking down your skin.

“Sirius, I’m here.” You whispered into his disheveled black curls. At that, you felt his body weaken in your lap. Before you knew it, he was asleep ontop of you, your arms wrapped around him. He stirred, turning slightly, slipping down your body so his head lay comfortably on your chest, and your face scrunched in both pity and guilt. A puddle of thick crimson blood stuck his hair to his pale forehead. You hated yourself for not being able to stop his mother from hurting him. Watching his body rise and fall with each peaceful breath he took as he slept, you spat on your sleeve and wiped the blood away, earning a harsh twitch and broken whimper from the raven-haired boy. He deserved nothing but peace.

With Sirius draped over your body like a snow-white blanket, hair splayed over you like he’d claimed you as his own bed, the door creaked open. You tensed, holding Sirius tighter, ready to give anything to protect him if Walburga showed in the door, but instead, a small frame appeared. Regulus. “Oh, Regulus.. did the shouting scare you?” You ask softly. The boy nods. He’s the spitting image of his big brother. “Is Siri okay?” He murmurs, rubbing his eye. You nod. “C’mere.”

Regulus tucks himself into the crook of your arm, head laying on the flesh of your shoulder. With big eyes mirroring Sirius’s, he peers up at his brother. “Heard mama shouting at him. He breaked something, I think.” Regulus explains shyly. “Mh. Your mother isn’t kind to Sirius. She isn’t kind to you either.” You say, more to yourself than him. He still nods in agreement. You stroke Sirius’s hair as he shifts in his sleep. “I’ll get you both out one day. And… and me and Sirius can get married. And you can be the best man-“ you describe your fantasy to the small boy, who has a wonderful smile creasing his little face, eagerly listening to each and every detail of the life he hoped to one day live.

~~~

You were now both in hogwarts. Over the years, Sirius had become rebellious, learning to fight back to his mother, but this always resulted in the crucio curse, which resulted in him collapsing in your arms. You were, admittedly, all he had. You and his little brother, who he’d noticed following the path of his parents. He hated the fact that regulus was so obedient to their inane beliefs. He hated it. It was only you who could calm his rushing mind.

It took only one night for everything to change. You weren’t over at his house, so he was alone, and he had a particularly bad row with his mother. After using the crucio curse on the boy until his thin limbs were tangled and trembling on the ground, his jet black curls tangled and his bitten-raw lip quaking like a child’s. While he was in this state, his mother mocked him. All he wanted was to be in the safety of your arms right now. He knew that although you came from a pure-blood family, you were not evil. You were good. You were like him, but braver. Kinder.

That night, Sirius knew he couldn’t live in this house anymore. He packed a bag full of clothes, essentials, and was unable to resist taking Regulus’s old teddy bear, an old shirt of yours and a necklace that was matching with you. He tied up his dark hair and slipped on his leather jacket. He’d grown out his hair because his parents didn’t approve of it: he wore the jacket simply because his parents didn’t like the 70s-rocker look. He’d do anything to escape those sleek black suits, hair styled tidily, silver and jewels everywhere he looked. In this house, he was nothing but a decoration, so he vowed to make his appearance undesirable to his parents. But, you always thought it suited him. While he crept silently down the corridor, boots hardly making a sound on the fancy patterned carpet, he heard a creak. His heart stopped. Fuck, he thought. Its mum. I’m never getting out. Oh, god, I’m never getting out.

“Siri?”

A small voice asked. It was Regulus. Sirius spun around where he stood to see an unruly mop of black curls matching his, framing a pale, soft face that didn’t at all suit the bitter yet elegant brutality of his family. “Reg.” was all Sirius could squeak.

“…you’re leaving aren’t you?”

“…yeah.”

“Oh.”

Regulus looked at his feet. He looked back up at his older brother.

“I’ll be by myself, Sirius.”

Sirius’s jaw clenched. He fought back the tears.

“I’m sorry, Reggie. I love you.”

Regulus’s daintily perfect face crumpled. “You can’t go, Siri, I don’t-.” He swallowed. “I don’t want to be alone. Not with them.” Sirius opened his arms. His little brother crashed into them like he’d disappear if he wasn’t fast. “I’m sorry, reg. I love you, but I can’t stay.” He murmured. Regulus was now sobbing into his shoulder. Sirius felt like the worst person on earth. He needed to get to James’s house before his mother woke up. “Regulus, I have to go.” He told him, petting the back of his head. Regulus suddenly pushed his brother back. Sirius recognised this; the anger that reg was displaying. When he was the same age, when he felt vulnerable, he disguised it with anger. He still did. “F-fine. Go. I don’t need you.” Regulus spat, his glistening silver eyes betraying him. “You’re… you’re really… really mean, Sirius, you know that?” He tried to hiss, but it turned out as a cracked whimper. Sirius felt his heart shatter in his chest. Stinging tears dripped down his cheeks.

“I love you, Regulus.”

“…”

Regulus walked to his room.

~~~

Sixth year.

Sirius had decided that he couldn’t hurt you anymore. With him leaving home, being a blood traitor, he knew he’d only cause you trouble. He couldn’t bare the thought of it. Little did he know he’d be doing just that.

When break had ended, you’d gone to greet your best friend. “Sirius! I’m sorry I didn’t see you much over the holiday, god, how’s regulus? Are you-“ your shoulders clashed together as he continued walking. much to your confusion, he walked straight past you with the icy glare of his father. “…Sirius?” You tried again, catching up with him and grabbing onto his shoulder. The physical contact from the person he loved most hurt like the touch of searing iron, and he flinched away. “Fuck off! Can’t you just.. just fucking go away?” He growled. His silver eyes were a stormy grey, he hated himself more as he watched your face fall. “What..?” You breathed, looking so heartbroken. He hated himself for making you hurt as well as his little brother.

He hated himself, he hated himself, he hated himself.

Trying to soothe the ache in his chest, he rushed past you. He left you standing in the ruins of what he had torn down.

From then on, everything changed.

~~~

Sirius Black was not your best friend anymore. He was cold and unresponsive, shooting you murderous glares whenever you saw him. He’d make offensive comments at you when he came close enough to communicate with you, and it confused you immensely. What happened to the boy who came to you for comfort? Who cried in your arms and begged you to keep him safe and warm? What happened to your boy? Your best friend? Only god knows.

You didn’t even know Sirius had run away until your parents informed you that you couldn’t go around to the Black’s house anymore. This had sparked a heated argument. “What? He ran away? He didn’t tell me!” You’d exclaimed. “Yes. To the Potter’s house, we hear. Walburga has burned his picture off of the tapestry, and-“

“Wait, what? I can’t go round anymore? What about Regulus?”

“No. Walburga doesn’t allow guests to see her children anymore.”

“What? No, no, no, I need to see Reg. come on, Dad, he needs me!”

Long story short, your argument was to no avail. You couldn’t see Regulus. You couldn’t protect him from his parent’s wrath like you had his brother. Alike Sirius, you spent some of your nights lying awake thinking about Regulus, alone and cold in that hellish house, and most of your night thinking about Sirius, and what you did to make him despise you so.

Soon enough, You and Regulus had fixed your relationship, and many nights you’d find yourself singing the youngest Black brother to sleep. You could comfort him from within the walls of hogwarts where his mother couldn’t hurt him. Even when Sirius hated you, you cared for his brother like he was your own.

~~~

At first, you’d tried to coax Sirius into talking to you. You’d stood with tight lips while he insulted you, and listened to his hateful, meaningless rants. You noticed how his friends, James, Peter and Remus, stopped egging him on when it came to you, and started nudging him or trying to distract him, as if he’d say something he’d regret. But you’d come to think that Sirius black was remorseless.

You weren’t sure why he’d switched up on you, become so mean. You did, however, decide that you would be just as harsh right back to him. You knew you could never bring yourself to hate him. He owned your heart, whether you liked it or not. You learned to hate that you couldn’t help that.

It had soon been a year. One torturous year of finding your spells book torn to shreds, looking at dark eyes that you once knew so well only to see an unrecognisable boy. The smirk that once brought warmth to your chest now opened a bottomless pit in your stomach. With each day, you ached more and more. So did he. Sirius loathed himself indescribably. He knew that if he told you, even after the torture he’d subjected you to, you’d kiss his forehead like old times and tell him it was okay. Tell him that he was good, and he’d never be like his parents, and that you were there for him. You were an amazing person, and he was horrible. But he couldn’t drop his facade now.

You were just trying to study when a voice you’d come to find agitating and grating permeated the silence of the library. “Ooh, little blood supremacist… what you studying? Dare I say dark magic?” Rolling your eyes, you slammed the textbook shut. “shut up, Black. You came from quite the same roots.” “Maybe: but I was brave enough to get out. I was good enough to get out.” He retorted with a grimace. Looking up to meet his cold gaze, you noted that his creased white shirt was unbuttoned, his crimson and gold tie hanging loose over his shoulders, only curls pinned up carelessly with his wand. A dangerous hairstyle, for sure.

“Would you give it a break? I was the reason you didn’t go crazy in that house.”

“I did go crazy in that house.”

“Yeah, I can fucking tell.” You said with a scoff. He pulled away your notebook. “So, have you got the dark mark yet? Godric knows you’ll be ecstatic-“ “why are you such a dick, Sirius?!” You yell hoarsely, jumping to your feet. His eyebrows furrowed at your outburst. Slightly, his eyes softened at the sight of your glassy ones, brimming with unshed tears. He said nothing, lips parted. “You’re.. you’re a fucking prick. I never did anything to you.” Turning away to hide your face which had turned pink as it did when you were about to cry, You started upstairs to your dormitory.

~~~

knock, knock, knock.

Someone rapped on your dorm’s door.

Knock, knock, knock, knock. Knock, knock. Knock.

Someone was incredibly impatient. You used the palm of your hand to dry your eyes slightly and sniffled. “What? Who is it?” You croaked. A voice answered, “please can I come in?” You frowned. This time, it was a voice you knew. You recognised it, broken and weak, pained, yet honey-smooth all the same. That was your Sirius. Your heart hurt again knowing you’d never have him back, not fully. You fully believed this was another of his cruel pranks.

“Come in.” You mumbled.

As Sirius muttered your name, you felt you were transported back to your childhood. When you’d play and read together. Laugh and smile. “What do you want, Black.” When you said that, his lip twitched, face scrunching slightly. He looked as if the words physically pained him. With that expression painted on his face, he looked just like he did as a child. Except now, his hair was longer, his face more angular, more beautiful. “Don’t call me that. Please.” He begged, voice cracking with emotion. You looked up at him with a waning expression of anger. “Why not? You have been awful to me, I will call you what I choose.” You say. He whimpers pitifully.

He shuts the door behind him. You hear him mumble something. “What did you say, Black?”

“I’m in love with you.”

Your body is tense. Everything is silent. You have one question.

“Why were you so angry with me when you left?”

He hesitated, before answering as raw and truthful as he can. “Because I was stupid. I knew nothing but that I loved you. And I hated myself, and I couldn’t hurt you any further.”

“What? Hurt me? Hurt me how?”

“I burdened you all those years, with my weeping and pathetic pleas for comfort after my mother hurt me. When I could only feel safe shrouded in your warmth. I needed you. And I need you now. I’ve loved you since the moment I met you.”

Nothing felt real. You reached a hand out, and Sirius lowered himself so that his cheek rested in your palm. It was cold.

“You’re cold.” You stated blankly.

“I’m fine.” He protested.

You pulled him into your bed. Seconds later, you stretched out your arms. With a sob of relief, Sirius fell into your embrace. He cried silently into your neck for a while, reminiscent of the time you helped him as a kid, except this time you were both much bigger. You pet his hair affectionately, a tear sliding from your eye. “I missed you so much. I’m so, so in love with you. You don’t even need to love me back. I just… need this.” He said, voice muffled as he presses his face into your shoulder.

“…I never stopped loving you.” You admit, pulling him in closer.

~~~

You both spoke through the night, smiling and laughing and talking, telling secrets and jokes and all of the inbetween. He was so beautiful in the dim light of the lamp in your dorm. He was so beautiful anywhere. “You’re so beautiful.” He whispered, sounding lovesick and dazed. You laughed softly. “You don’t even know how beautiful you are. But that doesn’t matter to me.” You kiss his forehead, before pulling back and looking deep into his eyes. “You are good.” He practically melts into you.

Sirius falls asleep safe in the crook of your arm, and you fall asleep with one arm under him and the other around his waist, with the peace of mind that you can protect him always, now. Your boy. Your Siri.

You looked down at him, running your fingers through the roots of his hair. He moans lowly in satisfaction, practically purring as he presses himself against you. “Now we can get married: with Reggie as the best man, just like we dreamed. With a pretty house and a four-poster bed.” You said, a sweet, hopeful smile gracing your lips.

“Mmmh.” Sirius groaned sleepily. “As long as we can christen that bed.” He added, eyes still closed, with that stupid Sirius Black smirk on his face. You scoff, hugging him closer, before falling asleep yourself.

~~~

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sirius black masterlist — ★

❤︎ — fluff | ☁︎ — angst | ꩜ — smut | ✿ — san’s favs

starlight — sirius finds you self-harming ❤︎

home — sirius comforts you after a long day ❤︎

perfect — sirius comforts you when insecure about your body ❤︎

anytime — sirius takes care of you when you're needy ꩜

a hundred times over — you worry about sirius and have your first kiss when he escapes to the Potters' ☁︎ ❤︎

flinch — sirius reacts to you flinching during an argument ☁︎ ❤︎

mouth wide open — post-azkaban, your husband returns to you, but at what cost? ☁︎

date — you've been spending too much time with regulus, hurting sirius' feelings ☁︎ ❤︎ ✿

sit together — sirius is back from azkaban, but things just don't feel like they used to ☁︎ ❤︎ ✿

all of it — sirius comforts you after you relapse (self-harm) ❤︎ ✿

for this request: may i have something along the lines of either yn or Sirius was having a really bad panic attack about sh and the other was helping calm down? Sorry if that's confusing it made more sense in my head!

all of it | s.b.

tw: mentions of scars, implicit but not present sh, crying

sirius black x reader

The empty food packets strewn all over the living room must’ve been a testament to how you were feeling. Sirius notices it, and the grimy smell that envelopes your apartment, as he quietly enters and kicks off his shoes.

It gets worse as he enters the hallway, food crumbs and empty bottles of beer littering the floor. He stops short right in front of your door. The place was a mess; he deduced that you were probably the same.

Sirius knocks carefully so as to not frighten you, straining his ears to hear the soft sound of your sniffling.

“Yeah?”

There’s so much pain in your breaking voice, Sirius thinks he can physically feel it cutting through his heart. “Hi baby, it’s me. Can I come in?”

It’s quiet for a moment before you let out a defeated “Okay.”

He slowly pushes open the door, eyes searching around the messy room before they finally land on you.

You were all curled up, knees to your chest and chin placed in between as you stared lifelessly at the wall in front of you with tears dribbling down your cheeks. Your hands were slotted under your thighs, and one look at that told him exactly what was wrong.

Sirius makes his way over to sit in front of you, tugging you closer until your knees were smushed between the two of you with his strong arms caressing your back. He rubs it slowly, feeling your T-shirt ride up as he traces shapes on your spine.

He doesn’t say anything, doesn’t need to. He knows you would want to tell him yourself. “Siri,” you start, your voice nothing louder than a murmur.

“Yeah, love?” he whispers back, head tucked on your shoulder as he presses a kiss to the side of your head.

“It’s getting bad again,” you choke out, and Sirius feels the tears wetting his shirt. He pulls away slightly to nudge your knees apart until they’re wrapped around his hips, and you’re pressed against him with your face buried in the crook of his neck.

“It’s okay, baby. It’s gonna be okay.”

He lets you sob, and does his best to keep his own tears in. You were weak, so it was his turn to be strong for you.

This was a common occurrence in the process of your healing; which you’d agreed to start when Sirius had first discovered the red lines marring your wrists a few months ago. He’d cried, you’d cried, and a promise was made to help you get better.

You were working hard, but Sirius knew that sometimes the demons were too big to run away from, the days were too gloomy to shine a light upon. Relapses were bound to happen.

And so he continues to hold you as you fall apart, picking the broken pieces up, and having faith in the fact that you’d try your hardest to fix yourself back up tomorrow.

“I thought I was getting better. But today was just… bad. So bad.”

Sirius squeezes you impossibly tighter, swallowing the lump in his throat before he answers. “You are getting better, sweet girl. You are. One bad day doesn’t change the number of good days you’ve been having.”

All he gets is a small guilty croak in response. He tugs on your arms from underneath your thighs, and brings them to his sides.

You feel his slender fingers slipping under the long-sleeved material, hovering over the indents on your wrists. You press your face further into his shoulder shamefully.

Sirius continues to rub your back with one hand, bringing your wrist up to his lips with the other as he gently kisses the new streaks of red. He feels your body shuddering against him, and his heart sinks for the pain he knows is clawing at you.

“Love, listen to me,” he says tenderly, and you feel his breath on your wrist. “Today doesn’t mean anything, okay? You’re so strong for even trying to fight the urge.”

The guilt tears at you, knowing that you had failed to stop yourself once again. “But-“

“No buts, gorgeous. You tried and that’s all that matters. I’m proud of you. So proud that I’m gonna buy you a medal from the dollar store tomorrow.”

He smiles softly upon hearing your wet chuckle, which immediately turns to tears again when he starts to pepper sweet kisses on your other wrist.

“You’re gonna get clean, you hear me?” he whispers as he feels the scars against his lips. “You’re gonna get clean, one step at a time. And I’m sticking with you through all of it.”

A warbled thank you bubbles out of you as he sighs, dropping your wrist to cup your head and bury his face in your hair.

Your hair had a reek to it, he noted. The house was a mess, and your heart was breaking. But Sirius knew there was no way he could love you any more than he did, flaws and all. He was determined to be there for you through all of it, the good days and the bad ones.

the day the stars died (and our hearts misaligned) | s.b. & r.b.

summary: sirius discovers regulus’ dark mark, and the conversation that ensues. loosely based on ‘astronomy’ by conan gray

tw: an implicit mention of past sh, suicidal ideation

hi darlings! this is the fic i wrote for the conan gray marauders fest (@conangray-marauders-fest) and i’m so excited to finally be able to share it with you! this was my first time writing a non x reader fic, first time participating in a fest, and first time posting on ao3 (a lot of firsts haha) but it was so so fun! the fic is dedicated to @jupiterssaid, love you. you can find it on ao3 here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/58042423

Sirius Black × Reader

❝She’s wrongfully hypnotic and sinfully angelic. Unintentionally ethereal and substantially divine. ❞

Sirius Black × Reader

❝The silken mist has swallowed him whole, has taken him to a whole other world, all without her.❞  

Sirius Black x Reader

soulmate au

❝He kisses her then, grabs her tenderly by the jaw, can feel the crimson dripping down his palms.

She doesn’t suffocate.

The world is okay.❞

hiii could i get a 🍓 [ strawberry dreams ] with the golden trio/marauders era? (im cool w either haha)

personality wise i’d say im pretty sarcastic, i love joking around n making the people around me laugh! i’d say im pretty funny 😅 i can be kind of short tempered but i try my best to keep that under control! other than that i would say i’m pretty laid back and the type to go with the flow. i’m always down to try something new! i can be pretty impulsive (i have 9 piercings that i got on impulse to prove that haha) and i love learning about topics i’m interested in. sometimes i hyper fixate on something and go down a deep rabbit hole

appearance wise im quite tall (5’8) with black hair that reaches past my shoulders and dark eyes. i have rlly pale skin (my friends call me a vampire) and my personal sense of style is a mixture of 90s & y2k grunge (and grandpa sweaters). i have a couple tattoos that arent visible.

im a scorpio, slytherin (sometimes i get ravenclaw), and either an intp or entp (im leaning more towards entp tbh)

i like to read and annotate books, watch films and completely dissect them, the colour green, and silver jewelry (i am not a gold girly). i would say my second fav colour is red! i think my fav subjects r english or philosophy.

i think thats all! thanks!!!

thank you for ordering from the cafe!

i ship you with…

sirius black!

— he’s obsessed with your tattoos omg? constantly admiring them and kissing them (no matter where they are heehee) and tracing them for fun and while cuddling

— impulsive duo supreme like who let you guys be together?? always doing the WILDEST shit and everyone else is like ‘yep that’s them 24/7’ and it is actually hilarious and super fun

— we all know sirius is a big reader so he and you would read muggle books to discuss them but god he looks so hot when he’s nerdy so these book club meetings usually end up in making out. it’s kind of an inside joke between the marauders at this point when it’s time for book club yk?

— constantly stealing sirius’ sweaters and jackets but he doesn’t mind bc you look cuter in his clothes anyway, but he sometimes returns the favor, and since he’s so tall, it’ll usually end up as a crop top on him (you don’t mind either)

— sirius being kind of skittish about getting his first piercing? he was so calm about the tattoo but he was squealing at the needle that pierced his ear (consensually ofc) and you’re calming him down because all he wants in the end is cuddles.

for you i would fall from grace

summary: sirius teaches you how to touch yourself

warnings: dom/sub dynamics (dom!sirius, sub!reader), guided female masturbation, innocence/corruption kink, a bit of religious imagery (seriously why is it always religious imagery?)

word count: 3k

a/n: i wrote this on a whim yesterday since it wouldn’t leave my brain. i also felt kinda weird writing it but i actually like how it turned out. i was thinking i could maybe do like a mini series of sirius teaching you different things, let me know what you think

sirius black was first and foremost a gentleman.

he liked to pretend he wasn’t, covering up the long and boring etiquette lessons his mother drilled into him with lewd comments, flirtatious smirks and illicit escapades in broom closets with anyone who caught his eye.

but when he met you, all those courting lessons and gentlemanly behaviour came back to him like a broken dam. he hated you for making him rely on something his parents of all people taught him, yet he couldn’t help but want to treat you right.

he blamed it on that innocent and sweet aura that surrounded you. with your pretty summer dresses and skirts, your melodic voice and kind eyes, the confused look and cocked head when someone made a suggestive comment and your flushing cheeks when he explained them to you. you were simply too virtuous, completely untouched, and it felt wrong to treat you any other way.

but, for all his need to protect and coddle you, he couldn’t help the deep desire he had to ruin you. he wanted to be the one to teach you everything, wanted to be the only one who would ever see you on your knees for him while you choked on his cock, the only person you would beg tearfully to give you something, anything. the only person who would be able to see your quivering legs and hear your whimpers and moans.

his little angel turned devil, just for him.

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the fall from grace of his angel began a normal tuesday afternoon a few weeks ago.

he had seen the thoughtful expression on your face, the furrowed eyebrows and chewed lips. you had been distracted all day, not focusing on your classes and disconnecting yourself from the conversations that involved you. he had asked you multiple times if you were okay, but you just muttered a small “fine” and receded back in your mind.

the answer came to him when you were alone in his room. you were leaning against his body while reading a book or at least trying to, but you couldn’t shake the echo of marlene’s words from your ears.

“what do you mean you haven’t done anything with sirius yet?”

you didn’t have an answer. you knew sirius was very experienced, the whispers between boys in the bathrooms reached your ears multiple times, and the comments girls made about him were very much impossible to ignore. but he treated you differently than he did them, full of chivalry and with a debonair manner that only added to the charm that was sirius black.

he never pressured nor asked you to do anything, and you didn’t either. it was just the way your relationship worked, and you had never been truly that interested in sex either. it just never really caught your attention as it obviously had with everyone else, but maybe with sirius, it would be nice.

but now you couldn’t help but wonder if he actually wanted to do stuff with you, and also felt a little guilty for denying him for so long even if it hadn’t been on purpose.

“sirius?” you asked, “can I ask you something?”

he tore his eyes from the pages in front of you two, “‘course y’can, angel”

you took a deep breath, trying to calm your nerves. “have you ever— I mean, did you— do you want to have sex with me?” you couldn’t help but blunder.

“what?” he sputtered. of all the possible things he thought you would ask him, that had certainly not been on the list. he saw your heating cheeks, “where’s this coming from, bunny?”

you sighed, “it’s just… marlene said something today and it got me thinking, and I just…” you shrugged, “I just wanted to ask because I know you enjoy it and maybe you were holding yourself back, but I just have never done anything like that so…”

“I don’t want to do anything that’ll make you uncomfortable,” he said, looking into your eyes so you could see the truth of his words.

“but I want to,” you whispered shyly.

he looked at you deeply, considering if he should give in to the beginning of his darkest fantasies or if he should keep you safe from them a bit longer. it was so tempting to finally chip at your pristine image but it still felt wrong to do it so suddenly, so he decided to compromise.

he nodded his acceptance. slowly, he started to caress your arms, uncovered since you were wearing a pretty green floral dress. he felt the goosebumps rising, the hair on your skin barely gracing his finger pads. “what do you want to do, pretty girl?”

“I—I don’t know,” you murmured, lowering your head to think. sirius smirked slightly, of course you didn’t. “well then we better start at the very beginning,” he said in a playful tone. “have you ever touched yourself?”

you shook your head. “fuck,” he muttered, closing his eyes. he should’ve known, it was so blatantly obvious he doesn’t even know what other answer he was expecting. he could already feel his cock hardening at the idea of being all of your firsts.

“is that bad?” you questioned.

“no, baby, there’s nothing wrong with that. it just means you have a lot to learn,” he explained, his hands now travelling up to your shoulders and toying with the straps of your dress. you nodded in understanding and looked up at him with wide eyes, “can you teach me, please?”

he had to clench his jaw to stifle a groan at your innocent question. “yeah, bunny, I'll teach you everything.” you smiled happily and climbed on his lap, “when do we start?”

he smirked at you, his hand lightly closing around your throat, not quite squeezing it just yet. he pulled his face close to yours and let his lips hover over yours, making you hazy with the need to kiss him, “right now” he mumbled and then he was kissing you.

it started slow, your lips moving in sync as he pulled you closer and closer, your senses completely engulfed by sirius. his cologne was the only thing you could smell, the toothpaste and ashy smoke the only thing you could taste on his tongue, and his smooth skin and soft shirt the only thing you could feel.

his fingers toyed with the ends of your dress, the fabric already riding up your thighs. he moved his hands further up underneath it, cupping your lace-covered breasts. then, he flipped the dress over your head and pulled it off, leaving you only in your underwear. his eyes opened wide at the sight, this being the first time he saw you almost completely uncovered. the farthest the both of you had gone was slight make-out sessions, sirius always stopping you before it could go any further, his guilty conscience overriding his desire to stretch you wide open. “my beautiful girl,” he said in admiration while cupping your cheeks, the pads of his fingers tangling themselves between the roots of your hair.

he kissed you again, more fervour and want in his movements. when he squeezed your butt, making you gasp at the unexpected touch, his tongue entered your mouth and started to explore the cavity that he knew would make the prettiest sounds. your hands played with his hair, letting him take control of the kiss.

from your place on his lap, he turned you around and positioned your body in front of him and the mirror on the side of his bed. he placed wet kisses on the side of your neck, slightly biting in some places so that red marks would appear later. his hands were all over you, teasing the edge of your underwear and the swell of your breasts.

you sighed in pleasure as your eyes rolled back, already slipping, drunk on his touch. he unclasped your bra, and with a kiss on your cheek he stopped touching you. the halt in his buttery touch confused you, wasn’t he going to teach you?

“gimme your hand, bunny” you raised your hand, his big fingers encasing your wrist. he moved it from your chest to your navel, up and down, only the tip of your fingers grazing your skin. you shivered at the slight contact, “that feels nice, doesn’t it?” his lips brushed over the shell of your ear.

“yeah,” you breathed, “s’nice.”

he chuckled, “it’s about to be even better. touch your pretty tits f’me.” you did as he said, palming and squeezing them and feeling your nipples harden underneath your hands. you hesitantly pinched them, moaning when you realised it felt good. “those are your nipples, bunny,” he said, “you can roll, flick or pinch them and it’ll feel good.”

you followed his instruction, increasing the pressure until— “owie!” you whimpered. you looked at him, brows furrowed and lips pouting, “that didn’t feel good, sirius, it hurt.”

“oh, you were too harsh, my love. you have to go slowly, or you’ll hurt y’self.” he explained, “try again”

your hands went back to your hardened nipples, alternating between rolling and pinching them, using the same amount of pressure you were using before your mishap. sirius just watched the movements of your hands, wishing they were his but controlling himself. he couldn’t just fuck you silly, he had to get you ready for him, teach you everything you would need to know before he turned you into his little cock slut.

breathy moans fell from your lips, and you could feel a slight pressure in your lower stomach as well as something wet against your underwear. your skin felt hot, a slight sheen of sweat on your forehead and something almost pulsing down there. “siri, I feel funny,” you said.

“what does it feel like, bunny?” he asked, eyes glued to the hardened buds between your fingers. “i-it hurts… down there, and it tingles” you worried.

“s’okay, angel, that means you are doing a good job!” he reassured. “you can use your fingers to touch your pussy, baby. go on, it’ll feel good, I promise.”

one of your hands moved south, going under your underwear and touching your clit. your hips bucked at the feather-like touch, short whimpers of pleasure leaving your mouth. “it’s wet, siri” you gasped.

he grunted, getting frustrated that he couldn’t see anything since you were still clad in your underwear. his fingers tapped the hem, “take these off, want to see you.” you raised your hips and pulled your underwear down your legs, gasping a bit at the cold air contrasting your scorching heat.

he opened your legs and made eye contact with you through the mirror. “look at that pretty pussy, angel.” you followed his eyesight, averting your eyes when you saw yourself. “don’t get shy, s’such a pretty cunt,” he soothed you.

“pretty?” you mumbled, your hand going back there to touch yourself again. sirius groaned at the sight, basking in the image of you needily looking for your pleasure. “yeah, baby, s’beautiful even. all swollen and wet, can’t wait to feel you around m’cock.” you whined at his words, moving your fingers in circles as your hips started to rise, “I wanna feel you too.”

“oh you can’t just yet, angel, you have so much to learn!” you pouted at his refusal, shaking your head, “no, siri, want it now.” he smirked, realizing you couldn’t even say the word. he mocked confusion, “what do you want? I can’t give it to you if you don’t tell me what you’re asking for.”

your fingers slightly slowed down, cheeks heating at the look he gave you. it didn’t help that you were completely naked while he was still wearing all of his clothes, leaving you completely exposed for his hungry eyes to feast on your image. “want your cock, siri” you mumbled.

“good girl, using your words to ask for something.” you smiled at his praise, feeling more tingles in your stomach after he complimented you. “but I can’t give it to you now, bunny—”

“why not?!” you interrupted him, whining like a child throwing a tantrum.

he scowled at you, grabbing your wrist to completely halt your movements. your hips bucked, searching for that pleasurable touch once more, and you whined again when you couldn’t get it. “don’t interrupt me, angel, remember who is in charge here,” he scolded, only letting up when you murmured a small ‘m’sorry’.

“as I was saying,” he looked pointedly at you, “I can’t give it to you now because I might hurt you. I gotta get you all stretched out before you can have m’cock”

you understood his reasoning, but that didn’t mean you had to like it. “but I want it now!” you complained. a tight squeeze on your neck as a warning had you pausing. “watch.your.tone” he snapped, his face close to yours as he spoke in your ear. “you can put your fingers inside you and pretend it’s my cock if you want, but I don’t know if you deserve it…” he trailed off, watching you squirm in front of him.

“oh please, siri! m’sorry for being rude, s’just… I wanna feel all of you.” you explained, trying to sway him. “can I please play with my fingers?”

if he had been a stronger man, he would’ve said no. but he was weak, for you and that honeyed voice and those big eyes with fluttering lashes. he was weak and desperately wanted to see how you looked when you came. did you open your mouth, or did you bite your lip to try and keep quiet? did you close your eyes and clutch at the sheets around you? he had to know, so he complied, reassuring himself that there would be time to scold you and turn you into his good girl who followed all his rules later.

“come on, I’ll help you,” he grabbed your wrist once more and raised your slightly sticky fingers to your mouth, “you gotta get them all wet, it’ll make it easier to slip inside.”

you slowly opened your mouth, hesitating, but he quickly pushed your fingers inside and pressed them against your tongue. “suck on them. think of it as practice for sucking my cock.”

at that you swirled your tongue around them eagerly, wanting to be able to make him feel good. the taste was a bit weird, but you didn’t mind it. you covered them in your spit, looking at sirius’s image on the reflective surface. “you wanna suck me, angel? s’that why you are suckling on m’fingers like that? are you pretending it’s my cock?” those words had you shivering in delight, a garbled ‘yes’ your only response.

he took your fingers away from your mouth, enjoying the way your tongue lolled out trying to bring them back inside. oh, what would he give to have that tongue up and down his length…

“use your other hand to play with your puffy clit,” he instructed as he moved your fingers to your entrance. you looked at the movements reflected in the mirror, eyes rolling to the back of your head at the slight stretch when he pushed one inside. “oh!” you moaned.

his hand left yours, leaving you to your own devices. “push it in and out, and make sure to curl them so it feels extra good.” you did as he said, starting slow but quickly gaining speed when you felt those tingles once more. the buzzing in your veins and the hazy feeling in your mind as your heart sped up was so good you never wanted it to stop. now you understood why everyone seemed obsessed with masturbating and sex, and your fingers sped up as you imagined sirius pressing his hips to yours.

“it feels so good, sirius,” you babbled, moans and whines interrupting your words.

“oh, I’m sure it does. add another, it’ll feel much better.” he moaned lowly as he watched you push another finger in, the image of you lost in your first taste of pleasure burning itself on his mind. you gasped at the slight burn caused by the stretch, but your movements on your clit were enough to distract you from the pain.

“siri, I feel—I feel strange… like I’m about to—to burst!” you cried, never once pausing your fingers. “s’so tight, too, can barely move.”

oh, and didn’t that last sentence make him go absolutely feral. he tried to remain stoic, reminding himself that good things came to those who were patient. “that means you’re about to cum. s’okay, angel, you can let go. I’ve got you.”

you were rising, basking in euphoria as your moans got louder and louder the closer you got to the edge. your back was arching, walls fluttering around your fingers as they moved in and out while your other hand rubbed small circles on your swollen bud. sirius watched you enraptured, hypnotized by your shaky figure as he held your legs open. you were so close, the pleasure rising and rising and rising and then—

you were falling, a broken moan echoing around the four walls as your body slumped against sirius’s, your hair bunching up a little against his chest almost like a broken halo. you closed your eyes tightly, scrunching your nose as you felt the tidal wave wash over you, small whimpers caused by the resounding pleasure leaving your open mouth. your chest was heaving, trying to breathe in any oxygen you could while sirius’s palms travelled along your torso and he whispered praises in your ear.

he removed your fingers from your still fluttering hole and brought them to his mouth, licking them clean as he watched your face in the mirror. he smirked at your dumbstruck face, “couldn’t help myself, angel,” he said, “taste so good, like syrup”

you pouted your lips, and sirius lifted your chin so you were looking at him upside down and kissed you slowly, his tongue circling yours and allowing you to taste yourself. he pulled apart gradually, letting your lips cling to his for as long as possible before they ultimately departed from each other. his fingers traced your cheekbones lightly, watching as you closed your eyes at the tender touch.

his little angel had finally fallen.

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Take a little break

{Sirius convinces you to take a break and you end up sharing your first kiss}

Hope you enjoy my lovelies! 💕

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Routine was something you found solace in, a day constructed by steps where everything fell into place, you couldn’t think of any other way to live, that was until you met Sirius Black who seemed to live the exact opposite, he called it ‘living in the moment' a concept that you had a hard time adjusting to.

But you tried even if it felt so impossible, you lived in the moment with him and you slowly learned to love it, the spontaneity of life with Sirius was so freeing, he taught you a lot of things about yourself that you couldn’t even begin to imagine as you did for him.

Loving him was the easiest part of it all, his laughter and soft touches, he made you feel so adored without fail constantly, it became hard to find flaws within yourself with the way he looks at you as if you were an angel sent from the heavens above and to him you are, you’re his angel.

Even when your sleeves are rolled up as you scribble down notes, papers sprawled across the table, he’s completely enamoured by you and the way your nose scrunches up slightly as you concentrate, or the way your purse your lips, god, he wants to kiss you so bad.

He’s been waiting for a little over half an hour for you to be done working but then again he thinks he’d wait for days with how pretty you look, the way the evening sun seeps into the room settling against your skin, angelic, he thinks.

He reaches over to hold your free hand, “You should take a break, angel” he tries for the fourth time tonight, with the hope that you might just actually listen to him this time.

“I can’t- I need to get this done” you mumble completely wrapped up in your own work as you reach over to another book, you start to read through the contents.

He leans back into his chair, his fingers tapping against the wooden table to the melody of old eighties songs you have playing on your phone, and he frowns at the obvious stress that envelopes you.

Sirius racks his brain trying to think of ways to get you to take a break, anything to stop that crease between your brows and the stress that settles in your eyes.

He moves his chair to sit beside you, a hand on your thigh as he watches you write notes, “When does it need to be handed in?” He asks softly, watching as you nibble the inside of your lip.

You look over at him, “Next week, Friday” you shyly tell him, going back to writing, and you hear him let out an audible sigh.

It was only Sunday, you had all week and the next to get this done but you were dead set on completing it now and your stubborn mind was nothing but relentless, you just had to get it done.

“Angel, you’ve got two weeks to do this, you can’t just do it all in one sitting,” he says, his tone is so caring it makes your chest flutter, “Come on, let’s go do something”

You purse your lips as you look down at the work then back to Sirius, you know he’s right you haven’t moved for what felt like hours and you’re in desperate need of a break, but that little voice in the back of your head is just so persistent.

“I can’t Sirius I just need to get this out of the way” you sigh, feeling a little guilty at the way his shoulders drop.

He takes your hand lifting it to his mouth as he presses a gentle kiss to your knuckles, “Please?” He whispers and you can’t help but giggle at the way he pouts, the hopeful glint that flashes through his eyes, and you just can’t say no to him.

“What would we even do?” You ask smiling at how his eyes widen softly with shock, the relief that washes over him as you finally give in.

He hums as he thinks about the question, “We should go for a walk, get some air, then food?” He suggests, thumb grazing over the curves of your knuckles.

“Okay, yeah we can do that” You smile, as he pulls you up to your feet, you gasp at the sudden movement and the sound of the soft eighths music gets a little louder.

You shake your head with a chuckle noticing the playful smirk that teeters on his lips, “But first, we should dance” he says, pulling you closer to him and you’re already trying to push away from his arms.

“No Sirius I can’t dance” You giggle at the way he starts singing poorly to the lyrics of ‘Don’t you forget about me’ his hands are against your hips as he keeps urging you closer.

There's an uncontrollable smile that adorns his face, a sight you don’t think you could ever be bored of, as he spins you around before bringing you back into him, and you finally give in as you indulge him for a minute.

The pair of you dance messily together in your living room, socked feet colliding together as you both practically trip over each other, the sound of your laughter flows around you both and Sirius doesn’t think he could be any happier.

“You’re not that bad angel” he says chuckling at the way you roll your eyes, such pretty eyes, he thinks as you both continue to gently sway, his arms still wrapped around you.

Your head comes to rest against his shoulder, and for the first time in a couple of weeks, you finally feel at peace, “Yeah? I can't be as bad as you” you giggle as his fingers pinch at your sides.

You look at him a gentle hand brushing his hair behind his ear, he’s so effortlessly beautiful that it makes you almost envious, the way the now setting sun dusts against his skin, you reach up to press a kiss to his cheek.

He tenses slightly at the feeling, you're so close to him, so wrapped up in your love his hands cup either side of your face with such care, his eyes flicking from yours to your lips.

“I want to kiss you” he whispers, and he thinks his heart might jump out of his chest when you look at him, god such pretty eyes, he thinks once again.

You go giddy with excitement and you feel yourself heat up at his gentle words, “Can I Kiss you?” He lets out a shaky sigh.

He hasn’t the slightest idea of why he’s suddenly so nervous, perhaps it’s you, he’s scared of messing things up, going too fast, and ultimately he’s scared of losing you, you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to him.

So he waits, he would wait forever, until you make up your mind, “Of course you can” You smile, and that’s all he needs as he pulls you closer to him, his lips capturing yours gently as you move into him.

It’s a short kiss broken by soft giggles that you just can’t help, a sound Sirius swears could fix everything wrong in the world, “I can’t kiss you when you’re all giggly” he says although he’s no better himself as he tries to stifle his own laughter.

“I’m sorry- I’m just happy,” you tell him, and he’s at a complete loss for words.

“I’m glad” he whispers as he pulls you back into him, his lips against yours once again, his head tilts slightly as he deepens the kiss.

You both completely lose yourselves in the feeling, the way his lips fit against yours so perfectly, how his hand rests against your cheek while your fingers thread through his hair.

He pulls away, his forehead resting against yours, “If we leave now we might still catch the sunset” you tell him, as he shakes his head his nose bumping against yours.

“Mm, I think I just want to stay here and kiss you,” he says peppering kisses against your face, how could you say no to that?

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-Sirius Black x reader

{Sirius is a little more touch starved then he thought, he just doesn’t know how to ask for help}

Short and sweet! Enjoy as always lovelies!! 💕

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Sirius wildly underestimated just how much of an effect you had on him. He was absolutely hooked on everything revolving around you. Remus and James often teased him for it, telling him that you had him wrapped around your dainty finger, which is somewhat true, not that Sirius would ever admit to it.

But it was still true nonetheless, his heart was yours, wholly.

Which means that in hindsight he most definitely shouldn’t struggle with asking for a simple hug, or kiss or even just to cuddle. But goodness was that easier said than done because the words seem to be caught in the back of his throat. It made him feel silly in a way.

You could tell something was wrong with him just by how quiet he was. Sitting as far away as possible, fidgeting with his hands as he focuses on anything but you. Sirius hates this feeling, whatever it might be.

You notice the way his eyebrows furrow together, how he nibbles on his bottom lip as if he’s deep in contemplation. He looks as if he wants to say something, but he stops before the words can leave him, he does this almost five times before you finally decide to say something.

You nudge his thigh with your foot, making him look over at you, “What’s going on huh? you've been really quiet” You ask, and he almost looks surprised that you even noticed.

He goes to say something but then he closes his mouth once again. There's a beat of silence before speaks again, “Nothing angel, it's nothing” liar, complete liar. And he knows, by the unsure look in your eyes, that you have caught on to his not-so-believable lie, that’s why he’s quick to stand up making his way to your kitchen, saying something about him being 'thirsty'.

He doesn’t want to confront the situation, or his feelings, he's always had a bad habit of bottling things up, in fact, he didn’t really want to think about it, so he avoids it altogether. But you catch on to what's happening pretty quick, the way he kept glancing over at you, how his hands were constantly fiddling with something. It was a dead giveaway.

So you follow him out to the kitchen, noticing that he's leaning against the countertops, his lower back pressed against the dark marble as he runs a hand through his hair with an almost frustrated groan.

You place a gentle hand against his shoulder and he sighs at the warm feeling. “Hey, come here” you whisper, softly smiling at the way his eyes light up as you hold your arms out for him.

He doesn’t need to be told twice, his arms immediately wrap around you, holding you close to him and he swears his heart might just jump out of his chest. It’s pathetic he thinks, how you can make him feel like this, as if he might just crumble.

Your hands soothe against his back, “You should’ve just asked baby” you tell him as he buries his head further into your shoulder breathing deeply, and he feels like he can finally breathe.

“Didn’t know how” he admits and your hands cup either side of his face. Sirius thinks the embarrassment might just eat him alive, but then you press your lips against his and he melts completely at the loving feeling.

He loses himself, his heart blooming with warmth as he chases after your lips with haste, eager to feel you close to him as if it was the first time you’ve seen each other in years.

“Thank you” he whispers, as he rests his forehead against yours and you let out a breathy giggle as your thumb grazes against his cheek.

“Anytime handsome,” you tell him smiling at the way he chuckles, shaking his head softly. His arms circling around you once again.

You tug on his hand as you lead him back to the living room, pulling him down on the sofa with you as you both lay together entwined with nothing but love, and Sirius wouldn’t have it any other way.

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What Do You Want To Be?

Summary: Sirius has a panic attack that takes a very sweet turn.

Notes: Harry Potter Universe, Sirius Black x gn!reader, modern AU or post-Hogwarts. I got the inspiration for this from a stand-up Netflix special, but I can’t remember the name of it. 

Sirius’s mind worked in a peculiar way. It ran at a million miles a minute no matter the situation, and although sometimes that was a good thing, it often worked against him. The smallest mistake could send his mind down a spiraling drain of anxiety and panic, and despite James, Peter, and Remus’s best efforts, it was difficult to fish him out again. Sometimes, the best thing the boys could do for Sirius was hold his hand and wait it out by his side.

Then, Sirius met Y/N. They were quite good friends from the very beginning (James loved to accuse Y/N of stealing Sirius away from him—all in good fun, of course), but Y/N had never seen Sirius’s descent into his own mind until the two started dating. Sirius had harbored a secret crush on Y/N since only a couple of days after they first met, and, much to his immense delight and utter relief, the feelings were reciprocated.

Now, nearly four years into their relationship, Y/N was the expert in keeping Sirius present and focused, even when his mind was trying to drag him down the drain. (It also helped that Sirius hadn’t had any contact with his mother or father in years, so he was much less prone to panic attacks overall.) James, Peter, and Remus had also gotten a bit better at calming Sirius’s nerves when necessary, but Y/N was still the best at it. 

Sirius smiled slightly at the sound of the door unlocking and took another plate from the sink, hoping to load the dishwasher quickly enough to greet her at the door. The sound of the door closing quickly erased that possibility, and Sirius’s shoulders sagged some; though he knew it wasn’t a big deal, he was a little more than disappointed that he wasn’t—

Sirius gasped sharply as arms encircled his waist, his own pulled tight to his chest in a defensive position. The next thing he knew, the plates in his hands were on the ground, shattered, and he was on his knees, apologizing and trying to pick up the pieces with shaky fingers.

“I’m sorry, ‘m sorry, I didn’t mean to—promise, I didn’t mean it—”

“Sirius.” Sirius’s head shook violently back and forth as if trying to shake away the soothing effect Y/N’s voice had on his mind, and apologies continued to spew from his mouth as he cut himself on the pieces’ sharp edges. “Sirius, love—look at me.” With a gentle but firm hand, Y/N held Sirius’s cheek and guided him to look away from the shards of plate in his bloody hands. 

“‘M sorry.” Sirius was tearful now as he looked into Y/N’s eyes, but they shook their head gently.

“Don’t panic,” they said simply. “What do you want to be?”

The first time Y/N had said this to Sirius was right after he had awoken from a nightmare. He had run away to the Potters’ house only days before, and James had invited Y/N over, knowing they would want to be with Sirius. The two had only just started dating, and although this aspect to their relationship was new, James was sure that if anything happened, Y/N would be able to calm Sirius with ease. Y/N was still awake when Sirius woke from his nightmare that night, and he barely had time to crawl into their arms before he began to shake and cry uncontrollably. And just as James knew would happen, with two simple sentences, Y/N had calmed Sirius’s mind from a racing whirlwind of anger and fear to a light drizzle of emptiness—an emptiness that was at least partially soothed by their presence. 

So on this particular afternoon on the kitchen floor, Sirius’s peculiar mind processed these two sentences very carefully. “Don’t panic” was easy enough; Sirius took a deep (if shaky) breath and forced himself to blink slowly, keeping his eyes on Y/N’s throughout. “What do you want to be?” was a little trickier, but his mind gave him a head start: a good friend, an auror, Harry’s favorite uncle … it was almost like a game, and it distracted his mind perfectly from the panic he was experiencing just seconds ago. And then, his mind threw another answer in his face, and it came flying out of his mouth without his permission.

“Your husband.”

The silence that followed Sirius’s words filled every crevice of the small London apartment. Y/N’s eyes widened slightly, and Sirius’s mind, which had finally quieted for just a moment, began to refill with anxiety.

“Yeah?” Y/N said, and Sirius nodded slowly. They smiled. “C’mon, let’s get you cleaned up, okay?”

Y/N guided Sirius into the bathroom and cleaned his cuts with gentle touches, apologizing each time he winced at the rubbing alcohol. Sirius could scarcely believe what had just occurred. He had just proposed, right? Usually proposals were a surprise to one party involved—sometimes both parties had a sort of “game plan” before it all—but he’d never heard of a proposal that was a surprise for both people, so did this count? He didn’t even have a ring. Should he have gotten one by now?—

“Sirius,” said Y/N, and Sirius looked down at them. 

“Yes?” he whispered. They gazed up at him with soft eyes, and the stress that had built up in the last minute or so flowed away yet again. Y/N placed a soft palm on Sirius’s cheek, their other thumb rubbing circles over the bone of his right wrist. 

“You feeling any better?” they asked, and Sirius nodded twice. Y/N smiled at that, taking a curl that fell in front of his eyes and smoothing it back. “Did you mean to say that … earlier?” they asked, and for once, Sirius found a hint of anxiety in their eyes instead of his.

Biting his lip, Sirius shrugged. “I mean … I didn’t plan it or anything, and I haven’t got a … a ring, but …” he shrugged again, his eyes falling to Y/N’s where it lay over his bandaged hand. He bit his lip. “But I … I wouldn’t mind, as long as … as long as you’re … happy with it.”

Y/N grinned up at him, light and mischievous. “Do you want to marry me, Sirius Black?” they asked in a teasing tone, and Sirius groaned, leaning forward and burying his face in the crook of their shoulder and neck. 

“Don’t tease,” he murmured, lips pressed to Y/N’s collarbone as he spoke. 

“Well, you’ve got to give a response to my proposal, Mr. Black,” Y/N responded with a faux-innocent look. “D’you wanna marry me?”

Sirius peered out from his spot on Y/N’s shoulder and nodded, a fierce blush burning over his face. “Yeah, I wanna marry you,” he whispered against their lips, which curled up with a genuine smile. 

“We can go down to the courthouse later, if you’d like?” they whispered, and Sirius nodded, pressing a sweet, warm kiss to their lips.

j e a l o u s y

fandom- Harry Potter

pairing(s)- sirius black

a/n: im so sorry it took so long, my questions are flooded and im trying my best but regardless my requests are open luvs :)

so this is actually kind of based on a boy i liked (like) and i can't say its been as happy as this but that's where i found a bit of my inspiration for this and its honestly eh

requested- yes

warnings- there is a bit of insecurities and doubt showing, mature themes, jealousy (if that wasn't obvious), it could be seen as toxic, mention of a vagina

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Sirius absolutley loathed Bertram Aubrey with every being in his body. His name itself was a bad omen, it was as if conjuring the evil spirits if anyone dared to acknowledge his presence anywhere near Black.

It's always, Aubrey is a liar, Aubrey is a cheat, Aubrey has no backbone, but Sirius would never admit why he targeted him so much without a second glance. his feud all led down to the same road

Bertram fancied the girl he's been pinning on for over two years and what has become of him when he was so easily placed at the same level as him? he's never had a problem with winning people over with his charisma.

So when he saw Aubrey anywhere near you, a cold sweat ran down his back. he had nothing to be afraid of. he knew you would never chose him, he could never be Sirius fuckin Black.

but why was there a burning sensation when his hands brushed yours, when you smiled back at him? it made the gryffindor see absolute red.

you were pulled into a broom closet in the middle of a an abandoned and dusty hallway by a familiar hand with familiar rings.

only a dim light entered the wooden box, enough to see an annoyed and arrogant face.

"Why are you so worked up?"

his right hand slid up your waist bringing you impossibly close to him while the other rested under your arse. he lightly nudged you to lean and place your support on the wooden surface as he observed your words.

"Because I can't stand the sight of him near you," Sirius whispered, his voice low and dangerous. hot.

His grip tightened on your waist, pulling you even closer to him. do you know when you feel butterflies in your stomach? you felt it in your pussy instead. she was aching. god.

You could feel the tension radiating off him, his body pressed against yours in the confined space of the closet. His eyes bore into yours, searching for any sign of betrayal.

"But he's just a friend," you protested weakly, trying to lightly push against his chest to create some distance between you, but Sirius wouldn't budge.

"friend huh?" he scoffed, his tone dripping with disbelief. "He wants more than that, and you know it. I've seen the way he looks at you. Its how I look at you."

You swallowed nervously, feeling the weight of Sirius's accusations. There was a part of you that wanted to deny it, to reassure him that Bertram meant nothing to you. But another part, a small and treacherous part, couldn't deny the thrill of attention from someone like Bertram.

Sirius seemed to sense your internal struggle, his grip softening slightly as he searched your face for answers. "Do you wanna fuck him huh?" he asked, almost hesitantly, as if afraid of the answer.

You opened your mouth to respond, but the words caught in your throat. How could you admit to Sirius, to yourself, the conflicting emotions swirling inside you?

Before you could form a coherent response, Sirius leaned in closer, his lips dangerously close to yours. "tell me baby," he murmured, his breath hot against your skin, "who do dream of?"

His words hung in the air between you, heavy with unspoken implications. And in that moment, with Sirius so close you could feel the heat of his body, you realized that the answer didn't matter.

All that mattered was the pull between you, the undeniable magnetism that drew you together despite everything else.

You reached up, tangling your fingers in Sirius's hair as you pulled him closer, closing the gap between you in a desperate kiss that left no room for doubt.

The kiss deepened, igniting a fire that had been simmering between you for far too long. Sirius's hands roamed over your body, leaving a trail of heat in their wake as he pulled you impossibly closer.

Time seemed to stand still as you lost yourself in each other, the world outside the closet fading away until there was nothing but the two of you.

Eventually, the need for air forced you to break the kiss, but you remained pressed against each other, chests rising and falling in unison as you tried to catch your breath.

"You. Only you." you whispered, your voice barely more than a breathless exhale.

But Sirius shook his head, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips. "That's what I thought" he said softly, brushing a strand of hair away from your face.