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Settling: Deathly Hallows era. Sirius has transformed his new home into a safehouse. Reader is a muggleborn.
Warnings: NSFW. NonCon. Implications of previous date rapes. Forced breeding. Manipulation. Taking advantage of a vunerabke moment.
You have a growing concern with the strange bruises appearing on odd parts of your body. Given their size, color, shape, and locations, you’d think they were hickeys if you didn’t know any better.
You stand naked in front of the bathroom mirror, eyeing the bruises on your collarbone and breasts. They’ve even appeared on your thighs and near your hip bones, but those have recently faded. You’ve considered letting the safehouse’s healer have a look at you, but the marks don’t appear with any other symptoms. You also don’t want to bother the already overworked and overtired wizard with such a seemingly minor issue.
Running a finger over your chest, you think the bruises don’t align with any recent injuries or illnesses, but they can’t be hickeys either. You haven’t been intimate with anyone in months—not since you ended things with Sirius. He was getting too clingy for your liking. You could deal with his jealousy and protective nature, but the final straw was broken when you caught him tampering with your birth control.
…At least you think he was tampering with it. Sirius said he was only moving it to a different spot, but he didn’t explain why he was pointing his wand at the foil packaging. He said you were just imagining things (and maybe you were?), but it was all too much. You’re in the middle of a war and living in a safe house, for Merlin’s sake! Relationships should be very last thing on your mind anyway.
You look over the marks one last time before dressing yourself. They’re becoming increasingly harder to hide, and now you’re forced to wear a high-neck pullover.
After leaving the bathroom, you head downstairs to the makeshift infirmary to check the potions cabinet. Oddly enough, the anti-bruising salve is nowhere to be found. You’re absolutely positive you brewed some, along with a few other concoctions requested by other patrons in the house. Eyebrows pulling together, you check the shelves again to find nothing.
You can’t imagine why someone would’ve nicked an entire jar of de-bruising lotion. Bruises aren’t exactly at the top of anyone’s priority list (except maybe yours).
“Looking for something?” Sirius asks from behind you. You turn to see him leaning against the doorframe, his head slightly tilted and eyebrows raised. Seeing the look and his too-handsome face, you immediately get the feeling he’s in on some kind of joke that you’re not apart of.
Or worse yet—you’re the joke.
Of course Sirius took the salve to mess with you, but you’ve got no proof or reason for why he would do such a thing. He hasn’t any idea of your bruising issue.
“Just taking stock.” You lie, and it’s a good one. There’s no reason to question it.
“Alright, then,” He smiles and winks before turning to walk away. “I’ll leave you to it.”
Your cheeks burn, and agitation rises in your chest.
The rest of the week flies by without incident, and you watch day-by-day as the bruises fade. You currently lean against the windowpane, looking outside.
It’s not particularly safe for anyone at the moment, but being a muggleborn comes with its own unique set of drawbacks. You can’t leave the safehouse without risking being snatched, which leaves you going through bouts of feeling stir crazy. There are always plenty of others in the house to converse with, but it feels like a bandaid on a bullet wound.
It’d be nice to get out for a little while.
You glance over at the sound of footsteps nearing, and of course, it’s Sirius. There was a time you were excited and happy with his presence, but lately it feels as if the two of you are playing some kind of game, and you’re somehow always the loser.
Fully expecting Sirius to make a snide remark about you feeling sorry for yourself, you look back out the window and utter an annoyed, “Go away.”
Only Sirius isn’t easily perturbed by you. Standing tall by your side, he places a large, comforting hand on your shoulder and speaks in an assuring tone of voice, “It won’t be like this forever, you know?”
You aren’t sure how to respond to the unexpected reassurance, so you set your jaw and say nothing. You started the interaction with rudeness, and yet he offered back a needed kindness. Once again, your conversations are a game you’re always losing.
“I mean it,” Sirius continues with gentle finality, wrapping his heavy arm over your shoulders and pulling you close. “It’s hard, but someday it’ll be just a memory.”
“And I’ll say you’re handling the cabin fever better than I ever did.” He adds a bit more lightly, fully enveloping you into a hug. You aren’t able to explain to yourself why you allow the contact, let alone why your head leans into his chest.
After just a few moments of Sirius’s warm and comforting embrace, you’re reminded again of how you adore him. Reminded of how tender and gentle he is when needed. Reminded of how you miss him.
You start to pull away to look up to him, and Sirius doesn’t miss a beat before pressing his lips to yours. Everything proceeds to happen faster than your mind can keep up with. You’re ushered into a nearby supply closet, pants shoved down to your ankles, and sat open-legged on a shelf with Sirius’s face buried between your thighs. He sucks a dark hickey onto your skin, and your mind goes to the faint marks on the rest of your body.
“Wait, have you—ah!” You start to question, defensively placing your hands on his shoulders to push him away, but Sirius doesn’t budge. Instead, his mouth dives to your cunt, tongue moving in neat, pressured circles around your clit.
Sirius uses his fingers to spread your folds, and pulls his mouth away for just long enough to spit on your hole. He slowly inserts a finger, and then two, curling them upwards inside of you. You grasp his shoulder, using one hand to cover your own mouth. Questioning him about the marks hasn’t been forgotten, but it’ll have to wait a moment. Your skin burns and feels ready to release at any given second.
Sirius uses one hand to pull his cock out of his trousers. He fists up and down his shaft once or twice before standing from the floor and aligning himself with your cunt. Your hands press against his chest, and you shake your head, speaking quickly, “No, we can’t—I haven’t been taking my pills—AH!”
Again, Sirius doesn’t budge. He thrusts forward, pushing inside with ease as he sucks wet, open-mouthed kisses to your neck. His hands grip your thighs and spread them further apart, breathing heavily onto the shell of your ear, “I know, darling, let me take care of you like always.”
With your jaw slack and face leaning into Sirius’s shoulder, it’s hard to focus on what he’s telling you. The two of you haven’t been intimate in months; he must be referring to before you’d broken up.
But the bruises on your skin?
“Just relax,” Sirius continues, his large hand spread over your stomach. “I have a good feeling it’ll take this time.”
Warnings: None. Implications of prior intimate relations
Sirius has found himself disappointed that you’ve missed an Order meeting.
He sits in his usual seat at the long table and occasionally glances at the door, subconsciously awaiting your arrival. Soon enough, the meeting has already started even though the seat next to him is still empty.
Once the meeting is over and most of the Order members have left, Sirius (oh-so casually) asks Tonks of your whereabouts. She informs him you had to work some overtime. Sirius nods simply and tries to ignore the odd feeling in his chest. It’s like an itch in his brain he can’t scratch.
Sirius likes seeing you—that much is obvious—but why does he find himself missing you?
Sirius chalks it up to being lonely. He’s spent most of his nights drinking alone and waiting for something anything to happen. But there were occasions (certainly not every single week) when you’d stay after the meetings for dinner, then the two of you would share a couple glasses of wine in the drawing room, and so-on and so-forth…
Sirius appreciates your company. That’s all.
He thought it was sweet of you to check up on him. Sirius has never been the type to enjoy pity, but he can never refuse to be honest when he sees how you’re genuinely interested in how he’s feeling. He also likes when you tell him about your day. Sirius probably shouldn’t care so much about the gossip and lives of your coworkers, but he always finds himself invested in whatever you’ve got to say.
It’s also a nice treat when you drop off home-cooked meals. Some of the recipes are better than others, but it’s a nice gesture nonetheless.
He also likes when you laugh at his jokes, or the playful gleam in your eye as you try not to smile at his borderline rude comments. He likes catching you looking at him when you have no reason to be doing so. He likes how thoughtful and caring you are of others. He likes how snarky you can be when annoyed.
Sirius now sits in his mother’s old bedroom—a glass of drink in one hand and mindlessly petting Buckbeak with the other—and the thought occurs to him that he likes quite a lot about you. He struggles to come up with much he doesn’t like about you (and Merlin knows Sirius has a knack for finding things he doesn’t like).
One thing is for sure—he doesn’t like that you’re not here. He knows you have to work, but to blow off the meeting and Sirius without even so much as an owl? Of course he isn’t owed your time, but it seems a bit rude.
Buckbeak side eyes Sirius as the man huffs and runs a hand through his hair. He checks his watch for the third time this hour, and he knows he shouldn’t put off going to bed any later. You’re not coming tonight, and that’s that.
As he makes his way to his bedroom, he’s a bit more wobbly on his feet than he figured he’d be. Then Sirius remembers he hadn’t eaten supper considering the two of you would usually make it together after meetings.
Sirius doesn’t bother with night clothes, choosing rather to strip off his robes and crawl into bed. The drinks allow him to drift off rather quickly, despite the nagging feeling in his chest that he shouldn’t be alone right now.
In a daze, Sirius’s head snaps up as he feels the mattress shifting beneath him. He falls back into the pillow as his body quickly recognizes the familiar arms wrapping around his torso, legs entangling with his, and your scent in his nose.
A small part of him feels something akin to relief, but it’s overshadowed by aggravation.
“How nice of you to make an appearance.” Sirius mutters with eyes closed and clear snark in his tone.
“Don’t be mad at me,” You reply quietly, and Sirius can feel your grin against his neck before a kiss is placed below his jawline.
“Who said anything about being upset?” He asks, unmoving and doing his best to ignore your advances.
“Sirius,” You chide playfully, lips moving to his scratchy cheek. “It couldn’t be helped; I had to stay late. I’m sorry.”
“Then there’s nothing to apologize for,” He says shortly, unsure of why he’s feeling as irritable as he is.
Sirius feels you shift until your familiar weight is straddling his hips. He finally opens his eyes as he feels your face directly in front of his own.
“I’m apologizing because I wanted to be here, and I didn’t like that I wasn’t,” You clarify before briefly connecting your lips with his, which Sirius immediately reciprocates despite his foul front. “I’ve missed you.”
Sirius, who is normally one to hold a grudge like a hand, concedes with a short breath and slight roll of his eyes. He missed you too.
Just wanted to say I love your fics! FINALLY someone who sees my soul 😅
I’ve never done a request before (and feel free to say no if you’re uncomfortable with anything!) but could you do something where she’s a pureblood and all her family support Voldemort but she doesn’t so she’s being targeted and has to stay at Grimmauld Place for protection. She’s Tonks’ age and knows all the Weasleys through her friendship with Bill and Charlie. She’s very outgoing and not used to being hemmed in - loves to laugh, dance and drink). Sirius finds her a breath of fresh air. She finds him very handsome (hot daddy vibes) and flirts with him mercilessly (whispering suggestive comments, flashing him, leaving underwear about - that kind of vibe) and at first he doesn’t know how to take it (all that time in Azkaban 😔 plus she’s younger) but eventually his daddy kink comes to the surface and he… well, that bit is your forte 😉
Thank youuuu 🩶
brother…. after reading this ask, i can only assume our souls are intertwined.
age gap + flirty!kinda slutty!reader + surprised but amused by her actions!sirius + sirius discovering he has a daddy kink ?!
you have tickled me pink, my friend. the pleasure is all mine. thank u for giving me a peak into ur mind
i didn’t include a lot of the plot you requested bc this already felt very long :/ so sorry for that, but i didn’t write anything to go against your lore, so it can be implied
NSFW under the cut. Very little plot, mostly just flirting and porn
CW: ^^^^ fem afab reader, shameless flirting, age gap, daddy kink, dry humping, oral (m!receiving), raw piv, no protection (wrap it up, everyone!), light spanking, and i added in a slight breeding kink at the very end there lol
Making his way down the hall, Sirius hears the bathroom door click open, and out steps you wearing nothing but a thin bathrobe. With your skin still damp, the robe clings to your body. Without even thinking, his eyes flicker down, immediately taking note of your hardened nipples poking through the fabric.
He hopes you don’t notice his quick glance, but as he meets your eyes again, your raised eyebrows and knowing smirk tell him otherwise. “Good morning, Sirius.”
From that point on, Sirius makes a conscious effort to keep his eyes on your face, something that proves to be a difficult feat. He raises his eyebrows in return, trying to act more casual than he feels. “Good morning. Any particular reason you’re using the bathroom on this floor, and not your own?”
You shrug, pulling your robe tighter and accentuating your waistline. “Hope you don’t mind. Kreacher was wandering around in there mumbling something about blood traitors; I didn’t want to disturb him.”
Sirius knows you’re lying. The bathroom nearest to your guestroom has already been cleaned out, meaning there’s nothing for Kreacher to be searching for in there. But, nevertheless, Sirius plays along with your little fib. Even if he’s sure nothing will come of it, who’s he to complain about a half-naked witch shamelessly flirting with him?
“Yes, we wouldn’t want to bother the little nuisance.” He nods understandingly, but is unable to keep the light tone of sarcasm out of his voice. “But, of course, I don’t mind.”
As you hold your robe closed, the bottom of the fabric rides up, showcasing more and more of your legs as the seconds tick by. The soft skin of your thighs have a slight glow to them, as they’re still damp from the shower.
Finally realizing where his eyes are, he immediately snaps them back up to meet yours.
You take notice, but say nothing of his lingering glances. You flash him a smile and start to take your leave, “Then I won’t be in your way any longer; Mrs. Weasley asked me to help with breakfast.”
You turn and walk away, and just as Sirius is ready to make his way into the bathroom, he hears the clattering of your wand hitting the floor. You mutter a quiet “Oops!” then bend over to retrieve your wand from the floor, giving Sirius an eyeful in the process.
You bend from the waist, your bathrobe riding up in the process, and showing Sirius just about everything he needed to see. He could almost swear he sees some glistening between your thighs, a moisture that’s got nothing to do with your recent shower.
Sirius bites the inside of his cheek and retreats to the bathroom. The last thing he needs is for you to see the outline of his hardening cock through his trousers.
Or would that be such a bad thing?
It’s clearly something you think of as well, or else you wouldn’t go through such lengths to try and seduce him.
When you first arrived at Grimmauld Place, your attempts at flirting were nothing but sweet and innocent, but as time passes they’ve become everything but.
Sirius is flattered, of course. He’s hesitant to admit that he’s more than just flattered.
Hell, he’s currently standing in the middle of his bathroom with a hard-on. He thinks again of the moisture he saw painting your inner thighs. Sirius adjusts himself in his pants.
No, it’s inappropriate.
It’s very inappropriate.
You were school friends with Tonks and Charlie Weasley, making you—what? Twenty three? Maybe twenty four? You were spending summer holidays with the Weasley’s only a few years ago, for Merlin’s sake!
You’re too young.
It’s hard not to think of you when the bathroom is still humid with the scent of your soap. Sirius sighs and opens the shower door. Muscle memory guiding his movements, he doesn’t notice anything awry until he feels it.
A pair of lacy black panties hanging from the shower valve.
Pressing his forehead against the cold glass of the shower door, Sirius grins and almost laughs.
She’s forward if nothing else.
He takes a cold shower and tries to focus his mind on other things. Before leaving the bathroom, he slips the knickers in his pocket, telling himself he's only taking them to return to her later.
During the late evening, Sirius finds himself searching for you. He blames it on the three glasses of wine he had at dinner, but he’s feeling sociable and wants to banter with someone.
He finds you lying across one of the couches in the drawing room, a book in your hands, and pajama shorts riding high up your thighs.
Sensing a new presence in the room, you look up, and an easy smile graces your lips as soon as you take sight of Sirius.
Sirius knows a mid-thirties prison escapee probably isn’t a young woman’s first choice for company, but he can’t help but feel flattered anytime you look at him like that. He pulls a bottle of wine from behind his back and asks, “Care for a drink?”
Without hesitation, you close the book and throw it to the side. You pull your legs closer and make room for Sirius to sit with you. As Sirius makes himself comfortable next to you, you tease lightly, “Already having another bottle, hmm?”
Sirius pours a generous amount of wine into both glasses, and remarks sarcastically, “I didn’t realize you were already counting my drinks for me.”
You take the glass from his hand, letting your fingers linger over his for a moment. Your hands are soft, a stark contrast to Sirius’s, whose hands have been irredeemably roughened and calloused after his years in Azkaban. You shrug, “Completely unintentional, it’s just hard not to take notice when I’m already staring.”
Sirius rolls his eyes, taking a sip from his glass in an effort to stop the smile from forming on his face. “Do you ever stop?”
“Oh, please. Don’t pretend you don’t enjoy it.” You tease, a small grin playing on your lips as you look up at him. “There’s a whole house full of people here for you to talk to, but you chose to come to me.”
“It’s inappropriate.” He states, undecided on whether he’s trying to convince you or himself of that. The wine is beginning to make it difficult to care for moralities, instead, his brain focuses on the fact that your legs are touching, and your hand is dangerously close to his thigh. Sirius wonders how he hadn't yet noticed that you aren't wearing a bra. “And I’m sure you could do much better anyway.”
Taking a long drink, you look up at Sirius with raised eyebrows and question, “Who’s better than an intelligent, witty, handsome, brave, and powerful wizard?”
He rolls his eyes, deadpanning, “I’ve spend the last fourteen years either in prison or on the run from the government.”
“Everyone has flaws.” You quip, looking up at him from over your wine glass.
Sirius continues arguing in a monotonous tone. “I’m over a decade older than you.”
“You say that like it’s a bad thing.” You state patiently, never breaking eye contact whilst moving forward to your glass aside.
“You like them older, then?” He asks with mild sarcasm, not realizing how far he’s leaned into you during your shared banter. Before he knows it, your noses are almost touching. He can feel your breath on his chin.
“Is that an issue?” You ask in return, your voice soft, eyes not straying from his.
Sirius bridges the gap between you with a kiss. Neither of you waste time to open your mouths and taste each other’s tongues. Not breaking the kiss, Sirius places his hand on your knee and gently pulls you toward him. You take the hint, swinging your leg over to straddle his lap. His hands slide up from your thighs to your hips, pulling you closer to sit directly on top of his crotch.
Sirius adjusts to pull his wand out of his pocket; he wordlessly shuts the door to the drawing room and locks it. Initially, he was quite nervous about being intimate with anyone ever again, but those thoughts quickly dissipate as he feels your hips grinding against his.
Originally, Sirius pictured his first time having sex after Azkaban being much more slow and sensual, but the pace you're moving at now feels much more natural to him.
He lifts your shirt, and you assist in getting it over your head and tossed to the floor. Sirius takes one breast in the palm of his hand and the other in his mouth, sucking and flicking the bud of your nipple with his tongue.
With his cock fully hardened within the confines of his trousers, you take to arching your back and grinding your slit against the length of it. Sirius relishes in the feeling of it, and all of the quiet sounds it’s drawing from your mouth.
The texture of your pants whilst grinding your clit against his shaft creates a wonderful friction that leaves your head rolling back and your hips working faster. Sirius breathes out a short laugh, leaving his teeth to lightly graze across your nipple. He teases, “Going to cum before we even get your pants off, sweetheart?”
You nod, eyes closed, and moan, “Yes, daddy.”
Sirius’s brain short circuits for a moment. It feels like all of the blood rushed from his head and straight to his cock. He nips your breast, leaving a small red mark and causing a gasp to escape your mouth. He growls, “That’s right, love. You’ve been wanting this for a long time, haven’t you?”
You nod fervently, feeling the tight coil in your loins ready to snap at any moment. “Yes, daddy, I’ve wanted you for so long.”
“Your cunt was soaking when you flashed me,” He states, holding your hips and watching your tits bounce as you get yourself off in his lap. “D’you always think of me when you’re in the shower, or touching yourself at night?”
“Yes!” You cry, your pussy finally spasming and soaking through your shorts. Sirius presses his mouth to yours while he waits for the moment to pass.
“You’ve been teasing me for months now, all the while you’ve been cumming to the thought of me every night.” He states quietly, his lips still against yours, “I think it’s time you repay the favor. Why don’t you get on your knees and suck daddy’s cock, hmm?”
Doing as he says without hesitation, you kneel in front of him on the couch and undo his trousers. There’s a very obvious wet spot from your own doing. The imprint of his hardened length trying to bust through his zipper is enough to make your mouth water.
Once his cock is free, you waste no time in taking the head in your mouth, swirling your tongue around the tip. Sirius lets out a long sigh and uses his hands to hold your hair back, getting a perfect view of his cock in your mouth.
After many years of abstinence, several months of teasing, and a few minutes of feeling you humping his lap, Sirius knows he isn’t going to last very long, so he just lets you do as you please while you work his cock.
His eyes don’t stray away as you bob your head, slowly moving your way down to take more and more of his shaft until finally, he can feel his head reaching the back of your throat.
“Fuck, (y/n).” He groans, watching saliva spill out of your mouth and all over his shaft. Using your spit as lube, you use one hand to jerk off what little of his length you can’t fit down your throat, and the other hand to hold and massage his balls.
“Fuck!” He groans again, his head rolling backward to rest on the back of the couch. He can feel himself getting close to cumming. Sirius reluctantly uses his hands tangled in your hair to pull your mouth away from his cock. He stands up and points to the couch. “Bend over.”
Whilst you get ready, Sirius quickly rids himself of any clothing. You crawl onto the couch on your hands and knees, back arched and ass up. He positions himself behind you, one foot on the floor and one knee resting on the cushion. He holds his cock in one hand, and uses the other to palm the cheek of your ass. Sirius gives it a light slap before aligning himself up to your cunt. “I’m going to cum in your pussy until I figure you can’t hold anymore, understand?”
He doesn’t wait for an answer as he goes ahead and pushes his cock inside. A loud moan elicits from your mouth, followed by several expletives. “Please, Sirius?”
Sirius lands a hard spank on your bottom, and asks haughtily, “What was that?”
You correct yourself after a small yelp, “Please, daddy?”
Rubbing the sensitive spot he slapped, Sirius smirks and sinks his entire length inside you, letting out a quiet moan as he does so. “Of course, sweetheart.”
Rutting his cock in and out of your warm, tight hole, Sirius can feel he’s already about to cum. Seeing the way his shaft glistens with slick every time he pulls out, and hearing your moans combined with the quiet squelching emitting from your cunt, Sirius doesn't stand a chance to last any longer. He buries his cock as deeply as he can within your twat and releases his seed with a loud groan.
Sirius gives himself a few seconds to recover before he starts moving again. He’ll be sure to keep his promise of completely filling you up. His cock twitches at the thought of seeing you in a few months with a newly rounding stomach.
It’s practically what you’ve been begging for, after all.
Warnings: None. Implications of prior intimate relations
Sirius has found himself disappointed that you’ve missed an Order meeting.
He sits in his usual seat at the long table and occasionally glances at the door, subconsciously awaiting your arrival. Soon enough, the meeting has already started even though the seat next to him is still empty.
Once the meeting is over and most of the Order members have left, Sirius (oh-so casually) asks Tonks of your whereabouts. She informs him you had to work some overtime. Sirius nods simply and tries to ignore the odd feeling in his chest. It’s like an itch in his brain he can’t scratch.
Sirius likes seeing you—that much is obvious—but why does he find himself missing you?
Sirius chalks it up to being lonely. He’s spent most of his nights drinking alone and waiting for something anything to happen. But there were occasions (certainly not every single week) when you’d stay after the meetings for dinner, then the two of you would share a couple glasses of wine in the drawing room, and so-on and so-forth…
Sirius appreciates your company. That’s all.
He thought it was sweet of you to check up on him. Sirius has never been the type to enjoy pity, but he can never refuse to be honest when he sees how you’re genuinely interested in how he’s feeling. He also likes when you tell him about your day. Sirius probably shouldn’t care so much about the gossip and lives of your coworkers, but he always finds himself invested in whatever you’ve got to say.
It’s also a nice treat when you drop off home-cooked meals. Some of the recipes are better than others, but it’s a nice gesture nonetheless.
He also likes when you laugh at his jokes, or the playful gleam in your eye as you try not to smile at his borderline rude comments. He likes catching you looking at him when you have no reason to be doing so. He likes how thoughtful and caring you are of others. He likes how snarky you can be when annoyed.
Sirius now sits in his mother’s old bedroom—a glass of drink in one hand and mindlessly petting Buckbeak with the other—and the thought occurs to him that he likes quite a lot about you. He struggles to come up with much he doesn’t like about you (and Merlin knows Sirius has a knack for finding things he doesn’t like).
One thing is for sure—he doesn’t like that you’re not here. He knows you have to work, but to blow off the meeting and Sirius without even so much as an owl? Of course he isn’t owed your time, but it seems a bit rude.
Buckbeak side eyes Sirius as the man huffs and runs a hand through his hair. He checks his watch for the third time this hour, and he knows he shouldn’t put off going to bed any later. You’re not coming tonight, and that’s that.
As he makes his way to his bedroom, he’s a bit more wobbly on his feet than he figured he’d be. Then Sirius remembers he hadn’t eaten supper considering the two of you would usually make it together after meetings.
Sirius doesn’t bother with night clothes, choosing rather to strip off his robes and crawl into bed. The drinks allow him to drift off rather quickly, despite the nagging feeling in his chest that he shouldn’t be alone right now.
In a daze, Sirius’s head snaps up as he feels the mattress shifting beneath him. He falls back into the pillow as his body quickly recognizes the familiar arms wrapping around his torso, legs entangling with his, and your scent in his nose.
A small part of him feels something akin to relief, but it’s overshadowed by aggravation.
“How nice of you to make an appearance.” Sirius mutters with eyes closed and clear snark in his tone.
“Don’t be mad at me,” You reply quietly, and Sirius can feel your grin against his neck before a kiss is placed below his jawline.
“Who said anything about being upset?” He asks, unmoving and doing his best to ignore your advances.
“Sirius,” You chide playfully, lips moving to his scratchy cheek. “It couldn’t be helped; I had to stay late. I’m sorry.”
“Then there’s nothing to apologize for,” He says shortly, unsure of why he’s feeling as irritable as he is.
Sirius feels you shift until your familiar weight is straddling his hips. He finally opens his eyes as he feels your face directly in front of his own.
“I’m apologizing because I wanted to be here, and I didn’t like that I wasn’t,” You clarify before briefly connecting your lips with his, which Sirius immediately reciprocates despite his foul front. “I’ve missed you.”
Sirius, who is normally one to hold a grudge like a hand, concedes with a short breath and slight roll of his eyes. He missed you too.
Could you write something for having a deep conversation with Sirius about your future plans, like marriage, kids, etc. just something reallyyy fluffy? Maybe they’re cuddling in bed ready for sleep but they’ve been sidetracked by this conversation🥺
“I don’t see why we don’t sleep in my bed. It’s much more comfortable.” Sirius complains quietly, pressing himself further against your back in an effort to move away from the spring that’s incessantly poking into his side.
“We’ve discussed this.” You reply with a grimace, envisioning the—ahem—decor in Sirius’s childhood bedroom. “I don’t like strange, half-naked women being the last thing I see before closing my eyes at night.”
“I don’t think it’s so bad.” He muses after a moment of thought.
“I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear that.” You state dryly, closing your eyes. “Goodnight.”
“I’m joking.” Sirius says into your ear, and you can practically hear the smile in his voice. “I’d take them all down if I could.”
“I’m sure.” You open your eyes long enough just to roll them.
“I mean it.” He states, this time with a tone of finality. “I hung them up as an act of defiance; I certainly didn’t have the foresight of knowing I’d be a grown man still sleeping in there with my future wife.”
Your eyes snap open at his particular word usage. Your eyebrows raise and you ask to confirm what you thought you’d just heard. “You, um—your future wife?”
“Well… yes.” Sirius chuckles, finding amusement in how surprised you seem to be. “You don’t agree?”
“Yes!” You blurt too quickly, then clear your throat as you try to recover from the embarrassment of sounding too excited. You make an effort to speak more slowly. “I mean of course. We’d just—ah, well—we’d never discussed it.”
“My apologies for not being more clear, then.” He smiles. It’s rare to see you flustered, and it’s flattering to see you jump at the idea of being together forever with him.
A comfortable silence follows as you digest the information.
Sirius wants to marry you someday. Considering the state of everything at the moment, you assume it’ll be someday far off, but someday.
“Kids?” You ask quietly, unsure if he’d fallen asleep.
“However many you’d be willing to give me, darling.” Sirius answers without any hesitation, leaning forward and kissing your head.
Could you write something for having a deep conversation with Sirius about your future plans, like marriage, kids, etc. just something reallyyy fluffy? Maybe they’re cuddling in bed ready for sleep but they’ve been sidetracked by this conversation🥺
“I don’t see why we don’t sleep in my bed. It’s much more comfortable.” Sirius complains quietly, pressing himself further against your back in an effort to move away from the spring that’s incessantly poking into his side.
“We’ve discussed this.” You reply with a grimace, envisioning the—ahem—decor in Sirius’s childhood bedroom. “I don’t like strange, half-naked women being the last thing I see before closing my eyes at night.”
“I don’t think it’s so bad.” He muses after a moment of thought.
“I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear that.” You state dryly, closing your eyes. “Goodnight.”
“I’m joking.” Sirius says into your ear, and you can practically hear the smile in his voice. “I’d take them all down if I could.”
“I’m sure.” You open your eyes long enough just to roll them.
“I mean it.” He states, this time with a tone of finality. “I hung them up as an act of defiance; I certainly didn’t have the foresight of knowing I’d be a grown man still sleeping in there with my future wife.”
Your eyes snap open at his particular word usage. Your eyebrows raise and you ask to confirm what you thought you’d just heard. “You, um—your future wife?”
“Well… yes.” Sirius chuckles, finding amusement in how surprised you seem to be. “You don’t agree?”
“Yes!” You blurt too quickly, then clear your throat as you try to recover from the embarrassment of sounding too excited. You make an effort to speak more slowly. “I mean of course. We’d just—ah, well—we’d never discussed it.”
“My apologies for not being more clear, then.” He smiles. It’s rare to see you flustered, and it’s flattering to see you jump at the idea of being together forever with him.
A comfortable silence follows as you digest the information.
Sirius wants to marry you someday. Considering the state of everything at the moment, you assume it’ll be someday far off, but someday.
“Kids?” You ask quietly, unsure if he’d fallen asleep.
“However many you’d be willing to give me, darling.” Sirius answers without any hesitation, leaning forward and kissing your head.
I think I’m gonna open my requests again sometime soon, but with some rules.
I cannot stress enough how much I really love and appreciate requests; I think it’s SO flattering that people want to read my takes on certain scenarios.
but some requests are just too vague and kinda difficult to write out. I have a LOT of really vague requests like “riding sirius” or “sirius eating you out”, but if I’m being honest… I don’t like super vague NSFW requests. I don’t care to write porn without any sort of plot behind it. I have several NSFW drafts for vague requests and it’s hard to post them because it feels like I’m just reiterating the same stuff over and over again
So I think later I’m gonna make a “Guidelines for Requests” post or somethin, and for now I’ll start focusing on requests with more plot behind them
could I pls request something for Sirius with a breeding kink if you’re comfortable with that? I can just imagine him loving cumming inside of you, stuffing your pussy with his sweet cum
I need him so bad🫠
I have several old asks requesting breeding kink content, so I’ll just answer this one with THIS link and delete the rest
Thinking about how much Sirius would love having you suck his cock and how much I would love to suck his cock
Not to say that Sirius don’t love to eat pussy, but I’d say he prefers to receive head rather than to give.
During sex, he’s quite generous—deriving most of your pleasure as his own. He’s a very proud man after all, and how’s he to take pride in himself if he isn’t leaving you breathless and shaking after a round of fun?
But receiving oral is a different story. It’s the one sexual act that’s all about him, and he loves everything about it. There’s nothing quite like standing over of you, kneeling in front of him and gagging on his cock as you try your damndest to fit all of him in your mouth. He’s cherishes the sight of looking down at you on your knees for him, drool spilling on your chin and eyes watery as you meet his gaze.
Anything sex-related is always good for brightening his day, but a good blowy always puts a little extra pep in his step.
Sirius is nervous because it’s been a long time 👀 Headcanons
♡ Sirius grew up in the 60’s and 70’s which is the time period of the Sexual Revolution (sex becoming less stigmatized, the second-wave feminism movement, etc.), but I imagine the wizarding world is quite behind the times in regards to social politics. Especially pureblood and half-blood families that don’t follow muggle culture.
♡ So I headcanon purity culture was still pretty rampant in Sirius’s day.
♡ That’s not to say Sirius is completely inexperienced. He was a handsome, popular, charismatic rebel, spending nine months out of the year at a co-ed boarding school. Some stuff was bound to happen.
♡ But it was few and far between. Usually some hand stuff, maybe some mouth stuff, and very rarely—the real stuff.
♡ And before he knows it he’s a single, thirty six year old man trapped in his parent’s house. He’s known nothing but loneliness, starvation, and survival mode for the last thirteen-ish years of his life. He hasn’t had the time or energy to even think about a woman—let alone touch one.
♡ Imagine his nerves when he meets you and there’s an immediate chemistry. Lingering glances, prolonged eye contact, and perhaps a few unnecessary (but not inappropriate) touches.
♡ There was one time you innocently patted his thigh as you stood up from the dining room table, and Sirius had never felt more foolish or immature as when he felt the undeniable truth of his prick stiffening in his trousers.
♡ Then came the seemingly inevitable—the two of you left alone, sharing a bottle of wine and sitting too-closely together on the sofa. Sirius catches you glancing down at his lips every so often, and he feels grateful for the liquid courage. He can’t imagine how he’d fare sober if he’s still feeling this nervous after two glasses of wine.
♡ Sirius kisses you first. It’s short—only lasting a second or two as he pulls away to gauge your reaction. He feels a surge of excitement and confidence as you don’t allow him to pull away for long, softly cupping his bearded cheek and pulling him in for more.
♡ From there, it’s just like riding a broom. You never forget.
♡ Things progress slowly. It’s almost an agonizing pace as it doesn’t take much from you to get his cock hard, but it’s a necessary evil. Despite the uncomfortable feeling of his shaft rubbing against his pants, he wants to take his time in order to be sure it doesn’t end too quickly. Not even just for you, but for this sake of his own pride, he needs this to be a good experience.
♡ Sirius is well aware of how long it’s been for him, so he’s not ignorant to the fact that he won’t last long once he’s finally able to feel his cock inside you. There’s no outcome where he won’t burst within the first few minutes.
♡ So once the two of you have reached the bedroom, Sirius is sure to spend an ample amount of time with his face between your legs. He’s unwilling to detach his mouth from your cunt until your legs are shaking, and the only noises leaving your mouth are different variations of swear words, his own name, God, and Merlin.
♡ He’s mildly surprised and quite happy with how well he’s done. He was foolishly half expecting the clit to have moved to an unidentified spot within the last ten or so years. Thankfully, female anatomy hasn’t changed any during his drawn out stint of celibacy.
♡ As expected, he doesn’t last long once he’s finally sunken himself into your sopping wet cunt. With your body flush with his, your legs wrapped around his hips, and moaning deliciously into his ear, no amount of forced thoughts about quidditch or reciting correct wand movements could prevent him from bursting ropes of cum as deeply into your pussy as he can reach.
♡ By the end of it all, Sirius wasn’t sure why he was even nervous in the first place.
♡ (For the next day or so, you get a few questionable looks from the others as Sirius struts around Grimmauld Place happily singing his favorite tunes)
Snuffles. Part 2. Post Azkaban!Sirius x Muggle!Reader
CW: None, really.
Link to Snuffles. Part One.
After covering the car’s backseat with several old blankets, the muggle woman drives Sirius to her house. She leads him inside and makes it a point to direct him away from any of her furniture, and after getting a quick look at himself in one of her full-body mirrors, Sirius can’t say he blames her. There’s mud, dirt, and some dried blood caked to almost every inch of his body. He notes how much thinner he looks now in comparison to the last time he got a decent look at himself.
Sirius follows her to the kitchen and seats himself in the corner of the room. The house is quite small, so a large dog like Sirius doesn’t have much space to move around without getting in the way or bumping into something.
“Okayyy,” The woman hums after grabbing something from the fridge, gently scratching Sirius’s head as she passes by. “Let’s see…. I assume dogs can’t have seasonings or too many oils, so I’ll just put this in the oven for you.”
In any other instance, Sirius would groan at the idea of unseasoned, baked chicken, but beggars can’t be choosers. Any kind of clean, unspoiled chicken sounds incredible at the moment. No matter how it’s cooked.
She preheats the oven and turns her attention back to Sirius, who’s sitting politely and trying his best to not get mud on anything. The woman is going out of her way to be kind to him, so the least he can do is to not fuck up her home by getting dirt everywhere.
She smiles and kneels in front of him. She keeps her movements slow and predictable, which Sirius is appreciative of. He’s self-admittedly quite jumpy and paranoid at the moment, so her efforts to make him comfortable don’t go unnoticed. She scratches and rubs his neck, “You’re the sweetest and prettiest thing. I have a hard time believing someone’s not missing you.”
Sirius almost scoffs, but he enjoys the compliments and affection nonetheless. The scratches feel good on his dirty, dry skin. Under any other circumstance, the woman’s cooing and borderline condescending demeanor would irritate Sirius, but it’s been a long time since someone has treated him so kindly. He’ll be damned if he ever tells anyone about this experience, but he’s absolutely exhausted. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy being taken care of and fussed over for a short period of time.
While the oven preheats, she checks his skin for ticks and fleas. No fleas (thankfully), but she finds and pinches off a few engorged ticks.
While she calmly sifts through his fur, Sirius turns his head to look around the house. It’s quite girly and a bit too colorful for Sirius’s taste, but he can appreciate how comfortable and warm it is. The walls are decorated with picture frames and paintings, and there are several muggle objects littered around that he has a hard time identifying. From what he can see, the house looks almost exactly like what he’d expect from a young woman—muggle or not.
The oven beeps, and she stands to put the chicken in.
“Well, that gives us fifteen minutes ‘til the chickens done. I’d like to give you a bath, but I don't know how well you'd tolerate that if you're hungry.” She says, kneeling in front of him once more. At this point, she seems to be talking to herself more than to Sirius, but he doesn't mind. It's nice to know what’s on her mind so he can know what to expect from her next.
And admittedly, he likes her voice. Her accent is kind of endearing.
She continues scratching his chin. Sirius closes his eyes and almost moans as her fingernails dig into his skin.
You sigh and coo at the poor dog. You aren’t sure what he’s been through, but it’s obvious that life hasn’t been kind to him.
He clearly doesn’t trust you; his eyes follow your every move, and his head snaps towards even the smallest of sounds. But despite his paranoid nature, he’s been nothing but sweet and gentle. Every time you bend down to his level to show him some affection, he practically falls apart in your hands.
You think he must belong to someone. Perhaps once he’s fed and clean, you can take a few pictures of him and post them around town.
Soon enough, the chicken is done. You take the chicken breasts out of the oven and cut them into smaller pieces, putting them on a plate and placing it in front of the practically salivating dog. He finishes his meal in record time, which doesn’t surprise you considering how thin he is. You just pray he doesn’t throw up after eating so quickly.
You figure the next logical step is to clean him up. He’s surely had baths before, but considering how skittish he is, you’re worried as to how he’ll react to it with you.
“Alright, pretty puppy,” You start, always making sure to keep your voice low and your tone calm. “You’re beautiful and so sweet… but you’re absolutely disgusting. So please don’t bite me for what’s about to happen.”
With a heavy sigh and trying to relieve some of your nerves, you make your way into the bathroom and start the water. While rummaging through your cabinets to find any soaps that you think would be suitable for a dog, your thoughts are entirely consumed with hoping/praying the dog won’t bite you.
He hasn’t shown any signs of aggression yet, but you’ve only known this dog for an hour or two tops. It’s hard to say how he’ll feel about this, and considering his massive size, you really really hope he’ll be okay with it.
In the deepest pits of your bathroom, you find some shampoo an old boyfriend left behind. Selfishly not wanting to use your own moderately expensive hair products, you decide this’ll do fine.
You turn away from the cabinet to find that the dog had followed you and is now sitting in the doorway, seemingly watching your every move.
“Oh, god,” You mutter nervously, once again noticing the substantial size of him. You figure if he stood up on his hind legs, he could easily touch the top of the doorframe. “Please don’t bite me…”
The dog huffs and looks up to the ceiling in a way that could almost be mistaken for an eye roll.
You put your hands under the faucet to check the water temperature and make a few adjustments. Once the water feels right, you look back to the dog (who’s still looking at you) and pat your hip in a gesture for him to come over. “Okay, c’mere, pup. Time to get you clean.”
To your great surprise, the dog slowly stands and makes his way over. He walks past you and steps directly over the short walls of the tub, quiet grumbling sounds escaping his mouth as he seats himself in the center of the bath.
In a mild state of shock at how easy that was, you stare at the dog for a few moments. He stares back, looking seemingly annoyed and just ready to get this over with.
“Well… thanks for making it simple.” You muse quietly, grabbing the shower head and readying yourself to wet the dog’s fur. You take it slow, spraying him from the bottom up in order to help him get used to the sensation.
The bath takes longer than expected. His fur is much more dense than it looks at first glance, and thus takes a while to fully wet and shampoo. It takes a while and a lot of gentle scrubbing to remove all of the dirt and grime, but the dog is surprisingly patient throughout the whole process. There are even a few times you catch him closing his eyes and relaxing into your touch, but that ends once you try to clean his stomach.
After cleaning his chest and legs, you reach a hand towards the dog’s belly, and he stops you. His head snaps to face you, eyes looking deep into yours, his teeth slightly bared, he growls at you. It’s a quiet sound that emits from deep in his throat, and you definitely get the point.
“Okay, okay.” You try to placate, voice shaking lightly and quickly pulling your hands away from him. “Won’t touch your stomach—message received.”
With that, the dog quickly calms and relaxes himself once more, allowing you to finish rinsing the remaining soap off him. After the water is turned off, the dog sits quietly in the middle of the floor as you towel dry him.
In all honesty, Sirius felt a little guilty to scare you the way he did, but it needed to be done. Being given a bath is humiliating enough, and so he draws the line at you touching anywhere below his chest. Even if you do think he’s just a random dog.
Once the woman deems him dry enough, she leads him to the bedroom, muttering something about fixing the mats in his fur. Sirius waits patiently, seating himself in the middle of the floor as he watches her rummage through random drawers. The woman occasionally talks to herself (or to him, he isn’t sure), and Sirius gathers that she’d rather not use her own hairbrush on him.
Eventually, Sirius decides to take some advantage of the fact that he’s being perceived as “just a dog”. He stands from his place on the floor and makes himself comfortable on the bed, something the woman doesn’t seem to mind or even pay much attention to. Sirius isn’t sure whether or not it’s because he hasn’t had a proper bed in ages, but the woman’s mattress is probably the most incredible and comfortable thing he’s ever felt in his entire life.
A good sleep in a safe environment isn’t something Sirius has experienced in quite some time. He knows very well he shouldn’t be here, and he knows he probably shouldn’t even stick around long enough to spend the night. He barely even registers that he’d begun to doze off until he feels the mattress shift to accommodate the woman’s weight.
His eyes snap open just as she begins to softly run a brush through his fur, taking the time to gently detangle some of the more stubborn knots.
“I know you’re tired,” She coos quietly, Sirius’s eyes following her as she reaches behind her to grab some sort of spray bottle from her bedside table. Sirius startles slightly as she spritzes the coconut-scented liquid on a particularly difficult tangle of fur. “It’s okay, pretty.”
Sirius huffs, rolls his eyes, and lays his head back down on the mattress. He tells himself he’s too exhausted to bother with stopping her. He’s asleep before the woman is even halfway finished detangling his hair.
Sirius isn’t sure what time he wakes up, but he hears the woman snoring softly next to him and the room is shrouded in darkness. His muscles ache as he silently crawls out of bed, his stomach rumbling again.
The bedroom door is closed.
Sirius gives the woman one last long look (just to check that she’s actually asleep, of course) before shifting back into himself. As quietly as possible, Sirius slips out of the bedroom and makes his way to the kitchen.
Sirius quickly eats a few spoonfuls of leftovers he finds in the fridge, then rummages through the cabinets. Sirius doesn’t recognize most—if any—of the muggle snacks he sees in front of him, but he sees a pack a cookies and a box of something that’s labeled as nutrition bars and he stows them away in his bag.
He contemplates taking more, but is unable to do so. Not only because the woman was kind to him, but also because she doesn’t seem particularly wealthy and he isn’t sure how costly muggle food is.
Sirius head to the bathroom and looks himself in the mirror. He looks much more clean than the last time he’d seen himself (and perhaps smelling a bit more feminine than he’d typically prefer, but at least he’s clean). He’s not quite as thin as he was directly after Azkaban, but he’s certainly not a healthy weight either.
Even though he’s been on the run for a bit now, he finds himself surprised by how old he looks. He still isn’t used to seeing the “new” lines on his face or the flecks of gray in his beard. He looks a bit like his father, if his father were ever homeless and living off scraps.
Sirius sighs at the thought.
He finds a pair of scissors behind the mirror and cuts a few inches off his hair and beard. He briefly considers shoving the hair in his bag as to not disturb the woman, but then he imagines the confused and surprised look on her face as she finds a clump of hair in her trashcan.
Sirius smiles to himself and throws the hair in the trash.
Before disapperating, he contemplates the idea of leaving behind a note—something along the lines of “Thank you for your generosity, but for your own safety, please refrain from taking in anymore strays.”
But Sirius figures that would be too much. No need to frighten or confuse her anymore than he may have done already.
kinda funny/ironic that a few days after posting this, a large stray dog showed up at my house lmao. but i am not as brave as y/n and did not invite him in my home
Snuffles. Part 2. Post Azkaban!Sirius x Muggle!Reader
CW: None, really.
Link to Snuffles. Part One.
After covering the car’s backseat with several old blankets, the muggle woman drives Sirius to her house. She leads him inside and makes it a point to direct him away from any of her furniture, and after getting a quick look at himself in one of her full-body mirrors, Sirius can’t say he blames her. There’s mud, dirt, and some dried blood caked to almost every inch of his body. He notes how much thinner he looks now in comparison to the last time he got a decent look at himself.
Sirius follows her to the kitchen and seats himself in the corner of the room. The house is quite small, so a large dog like Sirius doesn’t have much space to move around without getting in the way or bumping into something.
“Okayyy,” The woman hums after grabbing something from the fridge, gently scratching Sirius’s head as she passes by. “Let’s see…. I assume dogs can’t have seasonings or too many oils, so I’ll just put this in the oven for you.”
In any other instance, Sirius would groan at the idea of unseasoned, baked chicken, but beggars can’t be choosers. Any kind of clean, unspoiled chicken sounds incredible at the moment. No matter how it’s cooked.
She preheats the oven and turns her attention back to Sirius, who’s sitting politely and trying his best to not get mud on anything. The woman is going out of her way to be kind to him, so the least he can do is to not fuck up her home by getting dirt everywhere.
She smiles and kneels in front of him. She keeps her movements slow and predictable, which Sirius is appreciative of. He’s self-admittedly quite jumpy and paranoid at the moment, so her efforts to make him comfortable don’t go unnoticed. She scratches and rubs his neck, “You’re the sweetest and prettiest thing. I have a hard time believing someone’s not missing you.”
Sirius almost scoffs, but he enjoys the compliments and affection nonetheless. The scratches feel good on his dirty, dry skin. Under any other circumstance, the woman’s cooing and borderline condescending demeanor would irritate Sirius, but it’s been a long time since someone has treated him so kindly. He’ll be damned if he ever tells anyone about this experience, but he’s absolutely exhausted. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy being taken care of and fussed over for a short period of time.
While the oven preheats, she checks his skin for ticks and fleas. No fleas (thankfully), but she finds and pinches off a few engorged ticks.
While she calmly sifts through his fur, Sirius turns his head to look around the house. It’s quite girly and a bit too colorful for Sirius’s taste, but he can appreciate how comfortable and warm it is. The walls are decorated with picture frames and paintings, and there are several muggle objects littered around that he has a hard time identifying. From what he can see, the house looks almost exactly like what he’d expect from a young woman—muggle or not.
The oven beeps, and she stands to put the chicken in.
“Well, that gives us fifteen minutes ‘til the chickens done. I’d like to give you a bath, but I don't know how well you'd tolerate that if you're hungry.” She says, kneeling in front of him once more. At this point, she seems to be talking to herself more than to Sirius, but he doesn't mind. It's nice to know what’s on her mind so he can know what to expect from her next.
And admittedly, he likes her voice. Her accent is kind of endearing.
She continues scratching his chin. Sirius closes his eyes and almost moans as her fingernails dig into his skin.
You sigh and coo at the poor dog. You aren’t sure what he’s been through, but it’s obvious that life hasn’t been kind to him.
He clearly doesn’t trust you; his eyes follow your every move, and his head snaps towards even the smallest of sounds. But despite his paranoid nature, he’s been nothing but sweet and gentle. Every time you bend down to his level to show him some affection, he practically falls apart in your hands.
You think he must belong to someone. Perhaps once he’s fed and clean, you can take a few pictures of him and post them around town.
Soon enough, the chicken is done. You take the chicken breasts out of the oven and cut them into smaller pieces, putting them on a plate and placing it in front of the practically salivating dog. He finishes his meal in record time, which doesn’t surprise you considering how thin he is. You just pray he doesn’t throw up after eating so quickly.
You figure the next logical step is to clean him up. He’s surely had baths before, but considering how skittish he is, you’re worried as to how he’ll react to it with you.
“Alright, pretty puppy,” You start, always making sure to keep your voice low and your tone calm. “You’re beautiful and so sweet… but you’re absolutely disgusting. So please don’t bite me for what’s about to happen.”
With a heavy sigh and trying to relieve some of your nerves, you make your way into the bathroom and start the water. While rummaging through your cabinets to find any soaps that you think would be suitable for a dog, your thoughts are entirely consumed with hoping/praying the dog won’t bite you.
He hasn’t shown any signs of aggression yet, but you’ve only known this dog for an hour or two tops. It’s hard to say how he’ll feel about this, and considering his massive size, you really really hope he’ll be okay with it.
In the deepest pits of your bathroom, you find some shampoo an old boyfriend left behind. Selfishly not wanting to use your own moderately expensive hair products, you decide this’ll do fine.
You turn away from the cabinet to find that the dog had followed you and is now sitting in the doorway, seemingly watching your every move.
“Oh, god,” You mutter nervously, once again noticing the substantial size of him. You figure if he stood up on his hind legs, he could easily touch the top of the doorframe. “Please don’t bite me…”
The dog huffs and looks up to the ceiling in a way that could almost be mistaken for an eye roll.
You put your hands under the faucet to check the water temperature and make a few adjustments. Once the water feels right, you look back to the dog (who’s still looking at you) and pat your hip in a gesture for him to come over. “Okay, c’mere, pup. Time to get you clean.”
To your great surprise, the dog slowly stands and makes his way over. He walks past you and steps directly over the short walls of the tub, quiet grumbling sounds escaping his mouth as he seats himself in the center of the bath.
In a mild state of shock at how easy that was, you stare at the dog for a few moments. He stares back, looking seemingly annoyed and just ready to get this over with.
“Well… thanks for making it simple.” You muse quietly, grabbing the shower head and readying yourself to wet the dog’s fur. You take it slow, spraying him from the bottom up in order to help him get used to the sensation.
The bath takes longer than expected. His fur is much more dense than it looks at first glance, and thus takes a while to fully wet and shampoo. It takes a while and a lot of gentle scrubbing to remove all of the dirt and grime, but the dog is surprisingly patient throughout the whole process. There are even a few times you catch him closing his eyes and relaxing into your touch, but that ends once you try to clean his stomach.
After cleaning his chest and legs, you reach a hand towards the dog’s belly, and he stops you. His head snaps to face you, eyes looking deep into yours, his teeth slightly bared, he growls at you. It’s a quiet sound that emits from deep in his throat, and you definitely get the point.
“Okay, okay.” You try to placate, voice shaking lightly and quickly pulling your hands away from him. “Won’t touch your stomach—message received.”
With that, the dog quickly calms and relaxes himself once more, allowing you to finish rinsing the remaining soap off him. After the water is turned off, the dog sits quietly in the middle of the floor as you towel dry him.
In all honesty, Sirius felt a little guilty to scare you the way he did, but it needed to be done. Being given a bath is humiliating enough, and so he draws the line at you touching anywhere below his chest. Even if you do think he’s just a random dog.
Once the woman deems him dry enough, she leads him to the bedroom, muttering something about fixing the mats in his fur. Sirius waits patiently, seating himself in the middle of the floor as he watches her rummage through random drawers. The woman occasionally talks to herself (or to him, he isn’t sure), and Sirius gathers that she’d rather not use her own hairbrush on him.
Eventually, Sirius decides to take some advantage of the fact that he’s being perceived as “just a dog”. He stands from his place on the floor and makes himself comfortable on the bed, something the woman doesn’t seem to mind or even pay much attention to. Sirius isn’t sure whether or not it’s because he hasn’t had a proper bed in ages, but the woman’s mattress is probably the most incredible and comfortable thing he’s ever felt in his entire life.
A good sleep in a safe environment isn’t something Sirius has experienced in quite some time. He knows very well he shouldn’t be here, and he knows he probably shouldn’t even stick around long enough to spend the night. He barely even registers that he’d begun to doze off until he feels the mattress shift to accommodate the woman’s weight.
His eyes snap open just as she begins to softly run a brush through his fur, taking the time to gently detangle some of the more stubborn knots.
“I know you’re tired,” She coos quietly, Sirius’s eyes following her as she reaches behind her to grab some sort of spray bottle from her bedside table. Sirius startles slightly as she spritzes the coconut-scented liquid on a particularly difficult tangle of fur. “It’s okay, pretty.”
Sirius huffs, rolls his eyes, and lays his head back down on the mattress. He tells himself he’s too exhausted to bother with stopping her. He’s asleep before the woman is even halfway finished detangling his hair.
Sirius isn’t sure what time he wakes up, but he hears the woman snoring softly next to him and the room is shrouded in darkness. His muscles ache as he silently crawls out of bed, his stomach rumbling again.
The bedroom door is closed.
Sirius gives the woman one last long look (just to check that she’s actually asleep, of course) before shifting back into himself. As quietly as possible, Sirius slips out of the bedroom and makes his way to the kitchen.
Sirius quickly eats a few spoonfuls of leftovers he finds in the fridge, then rummages through the cabinets. Sirius doesn’t recognize most—if any—of the muggle snacks he sees in front of him, but he sees a pack a cookies and a box of something that’s labeled as nutrition bars and he stows them away in his bag.
He contemplates taking more, but is unable to do so. Not only because the woman was kind to him, but also because she doesn’t seem particularly wealthy and he isn’t sure how costly muggle food is.
Sirius head to the bathroom and looks himself in the mirror. He looks much more clean than the last time he’d seen himself (and perhaps smelling a bit more feminine than he’d typically prefer, but at least he’s clean). He’s not quite as thin as he was directly after Azkaban, but he’s certainly not a healthy weight either.
Even though he’s been on the run for a bit now, he finds himself surprised by how old he looks. He still isn’t used to seeing the “new” lines on his face or the flecks of gray in his beard. He looks a bit like his father, if his father were ever homeless and living off scraps.
Sirius sighs at the thought.
He finds a pair of scissors behind the mirror and cuts a few inches off his hair and beard. He briefly considers shoving the hair in his bag as to not disturb the woman, but then he imagines the confused and surprised look on her face as she finds a clump of hair in her trashcan.
Sirius smiles to himself and throws the hair in the trash.
Before disapperating, he contemplates the idea of leaving behind a note—something along the lines of “Thank you for your generosity, but for your own safety, please refrain from taking in anymore strays.”
But Sirius figures that would be too much. No need to frighten or confuse her anymore than he may have done already.
Ooo hi! If it’s okay, can I please request a Fred Weasley x muggle!fem!reader where they are engaged and are staying at the Burrow to have their Wedding there that weekend, and even though y/n has been to the Burrow to visit his family many many times throughout she the years of she and Fred’s relationship, and she found out about magic a while ago, it never ceases to amaze her and she honestly loves going there so much and is also always amazed when she visits the Twin’s joke shop. Anyways, Fred just thinks his fiancée is the most adorable human being in the world as she stares at all of the magic (that honestly he never thought of as amazing because it’s normal to him) with wide eyes and disbelief. Honestly he’d love showing off to her (she thinks it’s really hot tbh🙇♀️)
Fred Weasley with a muggle!partner (gn)
so sorry this took a while! thank you for your patience! didn't want to make this too long so i just wrote a moment in this pair relationship, so let me know if you want any more would love to write more for this pairing<3
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“This is so cool!” You exclaim excitedly as Fred hands over another new product that is about to be introduced at Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes. Fred leans against the door frame with his arms folded, smiling softly, as you play with the product. He doesn’t respond; instead, he allows you to become fully immersed with the magical object.
If you had asked him, he probably would’ve said that it was one of his and George’s less impressive, more simple products, in comparison to everything else they have on offer. However, your reaction alone is enough to convince him otherwise. How you look at the product in awe makes him fall in love with you all over again, no matter the years you’ve been together, or the fast approach of your wedding in 4 short days. In this moment, he feels that he’s setting his eyes on you for the very first time.
Being a muggle, and growing up around mediocre muggle magic, gactual magic le magic, even the simplest of actual magic was enough to amaze youcompletely. The twins joke was up there as one of your favourite places. . Every time Fred introduced you to something that was so normal in his day to day life, your excitement was close to that of a child at Christmas. Which sometimes, Fred would use to his advantage to jumpscare you. But in times like these, he finds himself unable to do anything other than watch in complete awe. How did he get so lucky? He wonders.
His mind wanders back to the first time you stepped foot in Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes early in your relationship, 5 whole years ago. You had gone speechless, mouth open in shock as you take in your surroundings. You could’ve sworn you were dreaming when you entered, not wanting to be woken from this magical dreamland. Fred remembers this as the moment he decided he had to marry you. That you were the one.
“Just because I’m distracted, don’t think I don’t know you’re staring,” you smirk as you continue to play with the item. He smiles back as he continues to stare.
“I don’t know how, but my love for you gets stronger every time I see your reaction to magic,” his words earn a playful scoff from you as you finally look at him for the first time since you were handed the magical objects, “that’s so cheesy,” you tease as you approach him, placing the object down to hold his hands.
“Maybe… but you love it,” he says back, leaning down to peck your lips gently, smiling in the kiss. The kiss itself feels magic, especially when you play with the hairs at the nape of his neck - deepening the kiss alongside the playful movements of your fingers.
“Merlin, I can’t wait to marry you,” he groans as he pulls away from the kiss, resting his forehead against yours, holding you gently against his body, the possessive part of him excited for the day he can start to show you off as his wife.
I think this is definitely a sign I have issues but why do I lowkey like the idea of toxic!sirius🫣
oh buddy i know. i love the idea of mature, caring, sweet sirius as much as the next guy…. but ik he has all the possibilities of being so toxic
sirius is well aware of all his good attributes (he’s intelligent, attractive, powerful, rich, good in bed, etc.), and he 100% uses them to his benefit.
why do you want to go out bar hopping with your friends when you could go out with Sirius to a nice restaurant? and maybe possibly get your pussy ate in one of the private bathrooms
why are you wearing that to go out? who are you trying to impress? if you insist on leaving the house dressed like that, you’re not walking out the door without at least a couple loads of cum seeping out of your cunt.
one of your male friends has an innocent crush on you? invite him over for dinner! and once the lad is on his way, sirius will convince you one way or another to get down on your knees and suck his cock right there in the kitchen. even if the boy doesn’t show up in time to walk in on it, at least you’ll have the taste and smell of Sirius’s cum on your tongue when your friend leans in for a friendly peck on the cheek
you want to break up? this isn’t working out anymore? sirius will oblige, but not without sabotaging every other potential relationship you may be interested in. he knows you have a date soon and you’re verging on being late, but how are you supposed to leave when your sopping wet cunt is practically sucking him back inside every time he tries to pull out? stop playing coy, sweetheart, you know you want him to dump another load inside you before you leave. you know no one else will be able to fuck you like he can, why waste your time on anyone else?
we all know sirius is emotionally stunted from his years in azkaban, so that means he’s also incredibly jealous and possessive as fuck amiright ?
sirius that meets your male coworkers at some kind of work function, and he’s SO petty and rude to them for literally no reason. it’s definitely started a couple fights between the two of you. it usually ends up with you bent over any available surface, unable to form any coherent thoughts aside from sirius and his cock rutting away balls deep inside you.
for the next couple weeks, he refuses to let you leave for work until he releases a load in your cunt. he feels a bit better knowing you’ll be feeling him dripping out of you and soaking your panties for the rest of the day
