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The speed with which half the Marauders-era Slytherins would have been cancelled if the internet existed is genuinely impressive. Regulus would have been banned in every forum for sharing his “political discourse” and Barty’s laptop would have been seized by the police within a week.
summary: (951 words) sirius has a corruption kink and takes your virginity (headcannon format)
cw: smut, virgin!reader, possessive!sirius if you squint, loss of virginity, p in v, fingering and oral (f!receiving), overstimulation, lots of praise
mdni.
sirius black absolutely has a corruption kink
not that he would mind if you'd had sex with anyone else, he doesn't want to be a hypocrite. he's been in relationships before you, he's had sex before you, he's kissed girls before you
but the fact that he'd be your first everything?
it made him so hard
you were all his, and you'd surely never forget him
not that he would ever let you go
every time he sat next to you in class, he'd make sure to brush his hand up and down your inner thigh. "this is what boyfriends do, love," he'd whisper in your ear when you'd squeeze your thighs together to stop him
and because it was making you feel things you'd never felt before
sirius was also very touchy in general, even when you first started dating. his hand always lingered on your lower back when he was guiding you somewhere. whenever you were talking to someone else, he'd come up from behind you and gently tug your hair. and he'd always manage to let his hands travel around your waist, pulling you flush against him
or he'd whisper very very dirty things in your ear and watch you squirm
"you look so gorgeous, sit on my lap and see how much i adore you"
"you're such a tease, your dress is way too short. can't wait to let you ride me with it on one day"
or your favorite:
“my pretty girl, you look so delicious today"
then he'd kiss your neck lovingly and pull back with his signature smirk. "but it's okay love, i don't want to rush you into anything. whenever you're ready, i'm ready."
so when you were ready, he was so excited. he wanted to make you literally forget your name. that was his goal
and you should've known by then that sirius always meets his goals
he started by eating you out
and oh my god, that man knows how to munch
sirius had guided your legs around his shoulders while he was gripping your hips, head buried between your legs
"'m gonna put a finger in now, yeah baby?"
you could already barely speak. you let out a soft whine when he pulled away to ask and nodded quickly
you could literally feel his smirk against your pussy
so then he added one finger, beginning to slowly pump in and out of you, testing to see what made you moan the loudest
when he found it, he began softly licking away at the small bundle of nerves right above where his now two fingers were gently fucking you
you saw stars and almost immediately came
"good girl, taste so good, y'know that?"
well fuck, that just made you feel even better
he slowly pulled away, his fingers no longer buried inside of you, leaving you wanting for more
"f-feels so good, i'm ready now. for you," you voiced
and who was sirius to say no to such a lovely statement?
so he entered in you, slow at first, just the tip, all while his forehead leaned on yours, eyes half-lidded. he'd made sure to keep your legs around his shoulders. "y'like that?"
your eyes were already lulled to the back of your head by the time he was halfway inside of you. you couldn't even respond
he began to fuck into you, gradually picking up speed when he felt you relax around him
the only thing that filled the room was your whimpers and moans, and an occasional whisper of praise from sirius
"so so good, baby"
“you're so pretty like this"
"so perfect for me"
sirius reached down and began gently toying with your clit
this was happening at the same time that he began really fucking you
your hands reached to claw at his back, then his chest, then the sheets, then back to his chest again, in a desperate attempt to grip onto something. to hold onto anything as you literally got the soul fucked out of you
"siri-siri 'm gonna-"
you did not finish that sentence
that delighted sirius even more
he began to rut into you harder and harder, all the while you were babbling complete fucking nonsense because you were getting overstimulated
"c'mon baby, i know you got one more in ya," he teased, which only made you clench around him harder
there were no thoughts in your brain anymore, just the feeling of sirius making you feel so utterly amazing in a way you'd never felt before
you could feel another orgasm building up and tears began to form in your eyes from the pleasure
his thrusts began to get sloppy, but that didn't stop him from drawing circles around your cunt, making your legs tighten around his shoulders and begin to shake even harder
you began to chant his name like a mantra as he messily fucked you, chasing his own orgasm
you came hard around him, harder than the first two, which in turn made him cum deep inside of you
after that experience, it was safe to say you were completely obsessed with him
you began to initiate more and more, despite still being relatively inexperienced
you'd give him a look in public with puppy dog eyes that basically said "fuck me please?"
you'd sit on his lap while he was trying to get some work done and wriggle your hips around
you eventually got so shameless as to paw desperately at his pants when you really really wanted to get fucked
from the outside looking in, sirius knew that you looked so innocent
he also knew that was no longer true
he'd totally ruined you, and he fucking loved it
(a/n: lmk if you want part 2, i have wayyy more ideas for kinky sirius <3)
Go ahead, make your OC the sibling/child/friend/whatever of an important canon character. Ship your OC with a canon character. Its fandom, its posts on social media/fanfic/fan art. Go for it, have fun, make up your own headcanons.
a/n: ahh first fic kinda nervous!! this is part 1 of something i’m hoping to make a series <3
tw: cussing, slight mention of blood
summary: you had a calm, uneventful life going to college in the red keep, majoring in primary education. that changes when you’re invited to a dinner with the targaryen’s. all of the sudden, you’ve caught the eye of a very specific targaryen who is giving some mixed signals
wc: 2897
you'd never actually met a targaryen before valarr.
you spent the first two years of college at the red keep hearing whispers and stories of the infamous family. "i hear they can secretly shape shift into dragons," someone would say. "i hear they have more money than any family in the country," another would say.
you didn't really believe in the whole shape shifting thing - that was a legend from hundreds of years before.
but the money thing? now that made sense.
valarr targaryen was many things, but cheap was not one of them. the second he started coming over regularly, he'd asked you very casually all the things you wished you had in your tiny kitchen apartment. new air fryer, glass containers, and a kitchen aid mixer, you'd told him.
"that's all?" was his response.
not even a day later everything you'd told him you'd wanted appeared without a word.
you begged kiera to marry him after that.
the second and third targaryen's you'd met were actually the youngest - rhae and aegon.
going into junior year of college, you got lots of privileges: living off campus, no more mandatory little "pow wow's" run by over enthusiastic faculty members, and you finally got to be a student teacher for your elementary students. you taught two grades: a second grade class on tuesdays and a fourth grade class on fridays.
there you met rhae and aegon.
you knew you weren't supposed to have favorites, but they were both the most adorable little babies you'd ever seen with their cute white hair.
rhae always danced when she was happy, pumping her fists back and forth and marching her feet around. you both called it her happy dance.
and aegon was such a curious boy. at the beginning of his 4th grade school year, he was still struggling with basic math. now he was excelling. you were so proud of him.
for the first semester of your junior year in college, that was the only interactions you'd had with the rich family.
until right before christmas break.
you were sat on kiera's bed, your feet dangling off where you were lightly kicking them back and forth.
kiera was looking through her closet and, of course, duncan was pacing.
"so anyways last night, after our date- wait was it a date? what did we decide?" duncan stopped himself and looked at you.
you groaned. "dunk, darling, raymun is into you. it was a date."
he considered you words for a moment before continuing to pace around. "so, i had texted him 'goodnight, i had a great time tonight' and he left me on read. what the hell am i supposed to do with that?"
"maybe he's playing hard to get," kiera pulled a sweater dress out and straightened it out against her body. "i did shit like that all the time when valarr and i were talking. leaves em' wanting more."
kiera had been getting ready to go on a dinner date with valarr's entire family, an event the both of them claimed would be a delightful disaster.
"that's mean," you pointed out to her. "have you texted since then?"
"no! i was waiting all day in class and he literally said nothing."
"where does he work again?"
"the targaryen law firm. but he only works 8 hours a day, he should definitely be off work right now."
you bit your lip. maybe he was ignoring dunk but you did not want to be the one to tell him that.
raymun and duncan had been possible the biggest situationship for the entirety of your time in college. raymun didn't go to college, but he still worked right next to campus in the targaryen's firm. they'd had sex on and off for a year, which stopped when duncan had a brief fling with a handsome guy named lyonel. you had wanted them to actually date, but obviously dunk didn't listen to you and went back to raymun.
at least they were cute together.
"definitely don't text him again," kiera advised. she went outside of her room and shut the door all the way to a crack to get changed into her dress. "that's what he wants."
she stepped back in the room and showed off her nice sweater dress. you lightly clapped and nodded, wanting to hype your friend up.
"i totally just texted him again," dunk said quietly.
you and kiera both collectively groaned.
you fell back against her bed, covering your face with your hands. "dunk darling. i love you, but you're a hopeless romantic. good gods."
"i can't help it! and i don't want to hear it from you," dunk wiggled his finger at you, accusingly.
you raised your hands in defense. "i made my mistake. and i'm over it. i don't still text him for a booty call every few weeks."
you'd dated raymun's older cousin, steffon. big whoops. never again. he'd officially ruined ginger men for you. steffon had apparently been cheating the entire relationship because you refused to have sex with him. that had happened freshman year, and dunk would still give you shit for it.
kiera smirked at your comment.
you all collectively heard a ding! from dunk's phone and he looked expectantly at a message.
"i have to go," he announced, quickly grabbing his hoodie and heading for the door to kiera's room.
"there's actually no way," you said.
at the same time, kiera stated, "this is a bad idea dunk!"
"no it's not, love you guys, bye!" he shut the door to kiera's room and then, a few seconds later, you heard the door to your shared apartment shut.
"he was out quick," you mumbled.
"oh, also, you should come to dinner tonight," kiera said it like it was a casual thing.
"sorry, what? i can't go, i have a final tomorrow," you protested.
"because i really, really, really absolutely do not want to go by myself. his family is really crazy, they usually end up fighting for whatever reason. but it'll be fun!" she fiddled with a locket around her neck, grinning widely at you. "we'll have so much to talk about afterwards."
"are daeron and baelor going to be there?" they were both high ranking government officials.
"yes, and i'm sure they'll love to meet you. you're as pleasant as a… fucking, i don't know, a gerbil," she waved her hand around and you both laughed at the comparison.
"girl," you sighed. your best friend was very stubborn. there was no getting out of this. "fine. but you're buying me coffee tomorrow morning."
she fake saluted and ushered you out of her room and into yours.
the next hour was spent with kiera meticulously helping you get ready. you had to hand it to her, the girl knew how to curl hair.
valarr had come to pick you both up, kissing kiera softly and complimenting her outfit before smiling at you and telling you that you looked nice.
the ride there was mostly valarr prepping you on his family.
daeron ii was an alcoholic (good thing kiera had brought a flask), aerion was mean, daella was mean but in a teenage girl way so honestly even meaner than aerion, aemon would ramble on about some medical thing he learned about in class, baelor would ask you questions about life before the red keep, while daeron i would ask you questions about the future and maekar would grumble about his kids to you. and of course, you already knew rhae and aegon.
"my mother and dyanna are on a work trip right now, they won't be back for several weeks so they won't be here tonight," he'd told you.
you all arrived to the restaurant, a nice one which ended up having a valet.
"valarr i'm too poor for this place," you'd hissed in his ear.
he rolled his eyes at you. "i'll pay for you, you're fine."
kiera smiled at you and you gave her a knowing look back. she truly did get one of the sweetest guys in the world.
all three of you stepped up on the curb, and were immediately greeted by two young men leaning against the building of the restaurant.
the one with short white hair stared you down, and you guessed immediately that he was aerion. at least he was handsome.
his brother, daeron, spoke first. "tonight will be a train wreck dear brother. what happened the last time we all got together?"
"aerion and our dear grandfather almost got into a fist fight," valarr reminded him, stopping just next to them.
"he was fucking cheating at cards," aerion justified, scoffing and folding his arms defensively. his eyebrow and lips were cut from what appeared to be fights. you glance at his fists and, sure enough, they were stained a light pink from blood. his or someone else's, you couldn't tell.
"should we go take some shots before going inside?" daeron suggested, smirking at you and kiera.
kiera coolly took out her flask from her purse and took a sip, before offering it to you.
you took it and gulped some down, your lip curling in disgust at the burn down your throat. you gestured the drink towards aerion, who reached out and gently took it from you.
your fingers barely brushed and you felt a shiver go down your spine. his eyes never left yours as he sipped it before handing it off to daeron.
"can i finish this off?" daeron pointed at the flask.
kiera cast valarr a knowing look before nodding at daeron. "it's all yours."
"ah, good shit, little lady," you watched as he drank the rest of it in a matter of seconds. then, he shot everyone a look of excitement and motioned for the door. valarr held the door open and everyone filed in.
you ended up going to a far table in the corner, a large circular booth that everyone was supposed to fit in.
oh good gods.
valarr and kiera slid into the booth together, with kiera excitedly greeting baelor. then daeron slid in, and finally, you and aerion.
you were sat shoulder to shoulder next to two targaryens. the gods truly did love to test you.
rhae and aegon were absolutely thrilled that you were there. their favorite teacher sitting at a restaurant with them? totally the best. and valarr's younger brother, matarys, was excited to see kiera. she was the student teacher in his classroom for 5the grade.
you got settled and ordered drinks - just a water for yourself, a stark contrast to the targaryens on either side of you. daeron had ordered two gin and tonics, aerion had a tequila red bull.
"it's night time, why are you ordering a goddamn red bull?" maekar asked, scolding his son.
"i have a fight tonight, remember?"
you frowned slightly and glanced at valarr, who clarified for you. "he's a boxer."
"no, i'm an MMA fighter, there's a difference," aerion smugly said.
truth be told, you didn't know the difference. but before aerion could launch into the explanation between the two, baelor interrupted the conversation to begin asking you questions. "so, where did you live before king's landing?"
"i lived in the free cities," you smiled and nodded, taking a small sip of your water. "in braavos."
kiera had been from tyrosh, so you both were able to bond pretty quickly over the vast culture change. as nice as westeros was, sometimes you missed the simple ways of braavos. regardless, you'd get to see your family soon enough during winter break.
"and what do you want to do after college?" daeron asked.
"i'm majoring in primary education. i'm actually teaching aegon's class and rhae's class," you began rambling before stopping yourself. "i really want to teach young kids."
"will you teach my class next year?" aegon asked, beaming at you.
"i'll do my best," you smiled, patiently at him.
"elementary teacher," baelor repeated. "that's a nice profession. are you and kiera in the same classes at the college?"
you both looked at each other before you responded. "she's wanting to teach middle schooler's. so we only have like two classes together and those are basic teaching classes."
"kind of like… how to teach a specific subject in engaging ways," kiera explained.
you nodded.
as daeron was asking his next question to the two of you, you suddenly felt warm fingers graze your thigh.
you quickly glanced down to see aerion reaching for his phone and almost breathed a sigh of relief.
still, it had completely caught you off guard.
you spent the next five minutes sipping on your water, trying to cool your heated cheeks down. you would smile and nod at the questions daeron and baelor asked you.
next to them, maekar was doing his best to keep rhae focused on her coloring book.
rhae would very easily get distracted and reach for her plate before maekar would point back to her book and she would continue coloring. you smiled at the gesture. rhae was a good artist for a seven-year-old. she'd drawn you a picture and you still had it hanging on your fridge at home.
aemon began telling everyone all the bones he knew, and describing the ones he'd forgotten the name of.
the waitress came up and began taking orders starting with aegon and rhae's side of the booth. maekar had to stop them from ordering milkshakes, sternly telling the that they needed real food (to which aegon said milkshakes are real food, they're just sweet). then kiera ended up ordering the same thing she always gets when she's at a fancy restaurant: lobster risotto, add steak.
you always shook your head and sighed when she ordered that.
lobster and steak did not go together as much as she wanted them to.
finally it was your turn, after daeron had so graciously ordered two more drinks for his dinner.
"i'll have the steak fajitas, please," you smiled at the waitress and and held out your menu for her to take.
next to you, aerion grabbed the menu instead, brushing your fingers together again.
you made a mental note to ask valarr about it in the car. was aerion always this uncareful? or was he purposefully touching you ever so slightly?
what was his dating history? no, you couldn't ask that. you barely knew aerion, apart from what valarr had briefly told you and the fact that he was very handsome. that wasn't enough.
"i'll have the same thing as her," aerion handed the menu to the waitress and she nodded and walked away.
"steak fajitas are gross," daella said, holding her fingers to her nose. maekar nodded, next to her, but lightly swatted her hands from his face. daella had spent most of the night on her phone, uninterested in the conversation.
"no one in this family has taste," aerion clarified, lazily leaning his hand against his face to prop it up. "besides us."
"only crazy people like steak fajitas," valarr grinned at you, to let you know he was joking.
you laughed.
the night continued as usual as it could get, with baelor and daeron asking questions about you and kiera, curious to know more about your lives, valarr and daeron ii (who was pretty drunk by that point) making bets on sports games, maekar constantly watching over aegon and rhae, and aerion constantly accidentally touching your leg or your shoulder.
it wasn't bothering you that bad.
the night closed out after dessert, with aerion loudly announcing that he would be paying for everyone.
daeron lifted an eyebrow. "really?"
"yes, grandfather, i'm not sure why you're so shocked," aerion handing his card to the waitress who left once again to scan it.
"thank you," you smiled at him and he nodded, barely glancing at you.
you couldn't get a read on him. at first, outside of the restaurant, he was staring you down. now he wouldn't look at you.
strange.
everyone stood up to leave, with you closely following kiera out to valarr's car.
you shook hands with daeron and baelor, smiling at them as they left before sitting in the car with a sigh.
once valarr and kiera got in the car and shut their doors, you leaned your head forward in the opening between the two from seats. "is aerion always so touchy?"
valarr shrugged. "i mean, he's always been kind of physical even when we were kids. why do you ask?"
you explained finger touching thing and then his hand occasionally brushing your thigh.
kiera grinned. "ooo, you want him to be flirting with you, don't you?"
i rolled my eyes and pressed my back against my seat, putting my seatbelt on as valarr began driving. he gave you a semi-serious look through the rear view mirror. "i don't think he's ever been in a relationship. he usually just has casual sex, at least from what he's told me. just be careful."
you felt something deflate in your chest, but nodded.
the rest of the trip back to your apartment, you sat in silence. you listened to valarr and kiera talk quietly about the dinner and college. right as you were pulling in to the parking lot of your apartment complex, you felt your phone buzz against you from inside your pocket.
