#marauders!sirius

[earlgreydream]

impact.

| wolfstar x reader | smut |

anon requested. marauders fucked you extra rough the night before and you wake up with a pain by your stomach. you have cervix trauma (your cervix is bruised... & impact play/knife play w the marauders but they accidentally push you too far and you end up having to go to the hospital wing...

a/n: these requests hit me so hard in the face and nothing would’ve prepared me but here we go because I want to make my angel babies happy

“That’s how you want it, hmm?” Remus teased, kissing your neck, and you squirmed in his arms. You suddenly felt embarrassed by your boyfriends’ teasing and you regretted your brutal honesty.

“Don’t laugh at me,” you whined.

“We’re not laughing, bunny.” Sirius smirked, and Remus slipped out from behind you, tying your wrists to the headboard. They may not have been laughing, but they were certainly amused, and excited.

You’d had a stressful week, and you had shyly expressed to your boyfriends that you wanted to blow off some steam with some particularly rough sex. They were always ones to push your limits and melt your mind, but you rarely asked for it overtly. When you wanted it, you favored the approach of being a brat and teasing them until they ravaged you. 

You immediately began to tug at the restraints, getting used to them. Remus and Sirius watched you with feigned disappointment, watching your pathetic squirming.

“Already struggling? We’ve not even touched you yet.” 

You stopped immediately, turning to look at Remus pathetically. He came and knelt between your legs on the bed, skimming his hands up your body and feeling you.

“Silly girl, you ask for things and then struggle when we give them to you,” Remus mocked gently, and when you opened your mouth to object and defend yourself, he slapped the inside of your thigh. 

“We’re going to mark you up all pretty with bruises, make your body like a painting,” Sirius hummed, biting your skin lightly as he fondled your chest, getting you wet and squirmy. He was rough with you, liking to hear little pained, pleasured noises. It was all teeth and pinching, hickeys dotting your skin. 

Every time you made a noise from Sirius’ torture, Remus landed another slap to your body, leaving red handprints and light bruises rising to the surface. He knew how hard he could smack you without truly hurting you, and you trusted him, even if it frightened you in the moment. 

You squeaked as Sirius’ teeth grazed along your breast, lightly biting down on your nipple. He smirked and Remus pinched your clit, making you jolt. Sirius laughed darkly at your reaction, reveling in the sight of your torture. 

They continued on for much longer than you had anticipated or desired. They finally let up when you were begging them to fuck you. You were exhausted with pent-up need, and you wanted to release it and let your stress fade.

“Oh, bunny, are you all needy for our cocks?” Sirius teased, lightly pinching you and making you whine.

“M’so achey, I need you,” you pouted, desperate tears welling in your eyes.

“Crying for us to fuck you like a cockslut,” Remus rarely joined Sirius in degradation, but you were living for it. It was making arousal drip down your thighs and onto the bed sheets, and you pushed your hips up into his hand.  

“Be patient.” Remus lightly smacked your sex, pulling a choked moan from you. 

“Who do you want to fuck you first?” Sirius asked, grabbing your jaw and forcing you to look him in the eyes. 

“Remus,” you whispered, earning a smile from the other boy. 

“Siri,” you whined when he pulled away from you.

“What, bunny?”

“Kiss me?” your eyes widened, and his stormy eyes softened slightly, dropping the bratty dom act. He leaned in and gently kissed you, swallowing the noise you made when Remus bent your knees to your chest.

“Fuck, daddy,” you yelped as he didn’t let you adjust, forcing himself into you all at once. 

“Pretty girls don’t use foul language like that. You know better.” Sirius smacked your cheek just hard enough to sting. Your eyes watered from the impact, and you hated that you loved it. 

“M’sorry,” you got out between Remus’ rough thrusts. He pulled nearly all the way out of you every time, hitting deep. You knew he went easier than Sirius, and your mind was spinning with adrenaline and anticipation. You were tight around him and the slight burning slowly eased, but didn’t disappear as he kept fucking into you.

“Play with her clit, Pads, let her get off at least once tonight. She’s been good taking all that,” Remus instructed the other boy. You tugged at your hands, wanting to grab the sheets to ground you as Sirius rubbed quick circles on your clit. He knew exactly how to touch you to rip an orgasm from you as quickly as possible, and you were coming within minutes, squeezing tightly around Remus as he continued to thrust.

“No more, Siri, please,” you begged as he stimulated you, and Remus pushed his hand away as he sheathed himself fully in you before pumping you full of his seed. He came deep inside of you, and you moaned loudly at the sensation. 

He pulled out of you, undoing the ties at your wrists. You went limp, and Sirius smirked. 

“No, bunny, you’re not done. C’mon, on your knees.” He flipped you face down and dragged your hips back, pulling you onto your knees and elbows. 

“I want to hear you scream.”

Without warning, Sirius was slamming into you from behind, somehow going even rougher than Remus had. His thrusts were fast and powerful, hitting deep parts of you that you didn’t even know existed.

As promised, Sirius had you screaming into the mattress, your fingers clawing at crimson sheets. Remus was making out with him over you, and you shuddered from the delicious pain that spiked through your body. You were moaning and whining, barely able to hold yourself up before he was done with you. 

You were relieved when Sirius finally hit his orgasm, the snapping of his hips against your ass ceasing. Your breathing was ragged and uneven as he let you down, Remus helping clean the three of you up. 

You collapsed when Sirius let go of your hips, curling up into a ball in the bed. Your entire body was throbbing and aching, and exhaustion seeped into your veins, dragging you into a heavy sleep. You were content, the stressful week gone, and all that was left was the feeling of your two boyfriends.

The boys took care of you affectionately before curling up in bed with you, pressing kisses to your cheeks, even in your dreamy state.

You struggled to wake up, your body feeling heavy with lethargy. Remus tried to get you up, and you refused to move from the warmth under the duvet. You were aching between your legs, and as you moved, you felt a sharp pain shoot deep in your belly. A whimper escaped your lips, and the boys teasing as they tried to get you up disappeared.

“Y/N, darling, what’s wrong?” Sirius softened at the noise of discomfort you made.

“Just give me a minute.”

The boys looked at each other but let you get up slowly. You needed to be in potions this morning, unable to miss the second half of the lecture from the day before. 

You were able to ignore the pain for a while, but by the end of class every movement sent a sharp jolt of pain deep inside of you. 

“Siri, I can’t,” you breathed, gripping his cloak. He fretted with worry, cursing himself for not letting you stay in bed.

“What is it, bunny?”

You put your hand on your abdomen, and he frowned, looking around before sighing. Sharp pain interfered with your focus, and you silently threatened to cry if Sirius didn’t help you. 

“Let’s get you to Pomfrey. Can you walk?”

You shook your head, and he let you onto his back, carrying you to the hospital wing. He’d alerted Remus, who met the two of you down in Pomfrey’s exam room. Remus’ expression was clouded with worry, and you felt guilty for scaring them. 

Pomfrey ushered the boys to wait on the other side of a screen, and Sirius leaned against Remus’s chest as they waited. Pomfrey had a look on her face when she moved the screen back, and they saw you drinking a potion behind her. 

“Y/N’s cervix is bruised. There isn’t much I can do other than give her the pain potion. She’s got to let it heal, so no more trauma to it. She’s fine, but she’ll be in pain for a while.” 

Both boys’ eyes widened, and you were red with embarrassment. Sirius couldn’t bite back a smug smirk, and even Remus looked rather pleased. You rolled your eyes at them, embarrassed that they were so proud of their work on you.

Once the three of you were back in your dorm, they were tearing into you.

“Can’t take cock as well as you thought, bunny?”

“We’re so big we just break you.” Remus was laughing, and Sirius had a grin plastered on his face. 

You covered your face in embarrassment, and Remus pulled your hands away. They wanted to see you blush as they continued their teasing, lightly pinching your sides.

“Told you we were going to destroy that little pussy,” Sirius giggled, and you hid your face in his sweater.

They continued their teasing, even while they got you snuggled into bed in their oversized clothes, making sure you were as comfortable as possible. Pomfrey’s potion had taken the edge off, but hadn’t alleviated the pain. You shifted a few times before Sirius got into bed with you, settling you between his legs.

“I’m sorry, darling.” Sirius finally relented, kissing your temple.

“I’m okay. Just maybe not that hard next time.”

Remus kissed you then, promising to be more gentle in the future. He apologized, and you kissed him sweetly before watching him go back to class. Sirius gently massaged your sore hips and legs, getting you to relax against him.

“You could’ve told us it was too much,” Sirius said, kissing your temple.

“I liked it, I was lost in it, didn’t realize how hard you were going.”

He kissed up your jaw before catching your lips, scolding you lightly for not paying attention to your body before finally letting you rest and sleep it off.

[earlgreydream]

insecure.

| marauders x reader | fluff |

summertime marauders blurbs

anon requested. poly!marauders x reader and the reader is kind of insecure about her chest (since she has bigger breasts and she’s never been too fond of them) any they’re all reassuring her

cw: the slightest smut? idk, it’s a little steamy but not really smut

Remus noticed the way you shied away from James as his hands came to rest on your ribs from behind. Sirius did too, his stormy eyes searching you. 

“Y/N, is something wrong?” James’ voice was soft, trying not to startle you.

“No,” you muttered, moving to sit by yourself on the couch in the corner of the room.

You pulled a massively oversized jumper on as you curled up on the couch, avoiding the gaze of your three boyfriends. The boys who were endlessly sweet, who worried when you seemed even the slightest bit down. They were better than anyone you could’ve imagined for yourself, all three of them hopelessly in love with you— and one another.

Sirius rose from where he was bent over his desk— rolling joints— to walk over to you. You looked up at him and he sat down next to you, laying his head in your lap.

“Y’don’t have to talk about it,” he murmured, not wanting you to feel pressured.

You delicately ran your fingers through his curly hair, looking down into his loving gaze. Your vision started to blur, and you lifted your hands to your face, trying to cover your tears.

“Oh, bunny, hey,” Sirius sat up, pulling you onto his lap.

“No!” You tried to push off of him, your hand on his chest. You nearly fell off the couch from the force you’d shoved him with, but Remus caught you, placing you onto the maroon velvet beside Sirius.

“Be gentle,” he scolded quietly, his brow knitted together with worry.

“Why are you crying? Please talk to us,” James begged, kneeling on the floor in front of you and laying his hands on your knees.

“It’s fine—”

“It’s clearly not, bunny. You’re crying, just talk to us,” Remus pressed.

Sirius looked into your eyes, maintaining his promise and not pressuring you. You instantly felt bad for trying to push him away. You just felt out of place in yourself and wrong, and you were too embarrassed to explain why you were upset.

“Stop interrogating me!” You cried, leaning into Sirius when Remus tried to ask you again.

“Hey, take a breath. Remus, James, go for a walk,” Sirius commanded, ignoring the way their eyes widened.

“What?”

“Just give us some space please.”

Your head was buried into your knees, and James and Remus stood, leaving you with Sirius. He rubbed your back, sighing softly.

“You don’t have to talk about it, but we can’t help if we don’t know what’s wrong.”

“It’s really stupid,” you finally confessed, looking up at him. 

“Nothing is stupid, if it’s bothering you. Let me help,” Sirius took your hand. 

“My chest is too big. Everyone stares at me. I feel like everyone thinks I’m trying to get attention, especially from boys... I’m not, I just can’t help it... I don’t like it, Siri,” you started to cry harder as you spoke. 

“Listen to me. You are beautiful. And love, I promise you that no one who cares about you is thinking those things. And to hell with the rest of them. You are gorgeous, and charming, and lovely, and none of those insecurities are true.” 

Sirius held your face, making you meet his eyes as he talked to you, his tone full of conviction. You bit your lip, nodding slightly. You started to answer as the door opened, Remus and James returning. 

Sirius touched your leg and stood, walking up to them and softly relaying your conversation. 

“Baby, you’re beautiful!” James nearly shouted, catching you off-guard. Sirius sighed as James ran up to you, nearly hauling you onto his lap. You frowned at James, your insecurities eating at the edges of your mind. 

“I love them. I love you.” 

You couldn’t stop the giggle from leaving your lips, and you tried to act mad as he fondled you, sliding his hands beneath your shirt. His hands were warm on your bare skin, squeezing gently. 

“You’re stunning, my love,” Remus hummed against your neck, mouthing kisses along your throat. A quiet gasp escaped your lips, your eyes opening to see Sirius behind James, who’d buried his head under your shirt. He leaned over James and kissed you, meeting your lips softly. 

“Let us make you feel beautiful.”

[earlgreydream]

a Sirius blurb based off of a conversation with @piecesofem 🤍 she did Remus, here

crybaby.

| sirius black x reader |

A frustrated scream echoed off of the walls, and you slammed the pan down on the stove, effectively burning the chicken for the second time that week.

“Fucking damn it,” you swore, feeling your throat tighten as tears stung in your eyes.

“Baby, you need to be careful!” Sirius breathed, grabbing your wrists and tugging you back from the hot stove and the dangerously sizzling oil in the pan.

“D-daddy,” you started to sob, frustrated tears rolling down your cheeks.

“Shh, baby, it’s okay. Just a bad day, huh?” He soothed, holding you to his chest.

You nodded, hiding your face in his chest, your tears soaking his band tee shirt. He didn’t care, tattooed fingers combing through your hair as he tried to calm you in the kitchen, smearing a kiss over your forehead.

“My little crybaby,” he hummed, turning off the stove and gently leading you from the kitchen.

“Siri-”

“We’ll order takeaway later. Let me make you feel better,” Sirius encouraged, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips.

You sniffled softly, nodding as you stood in the bedroom. His inked hands gently helped you undress, kneeling on the floor in front of you as he slid off your jeans and panties. Sirius kissed your clit, making you squirm a bit, your knees already weak.

He stood, grinning before leading you to the bed, making sure you were comfy with your head on one of the fluffy pillows. His hands ran up and down your sides, gently massaging your tense muscles.

“My baby girl just needed some attention, hm?” Sirius’s voice was soft as he gently began to finger you open, preparing you for his cock, already hard and leaking at the sight of your naked body.

You nodded, wiggling your hips as his fingers drew away from your sex. Sirius pulled your leg to wrap around his waist, allowing him an easier angle to sink into you. His hips moved slowly, easing forward and slowly filling you up.

“Shh, baby,” Sirius hushed you as you whimpered and squirmed, tears slipping out of the corners of your eyes.

Your small hands gripped at his biceps, squeezing tightly as soft sobs bubbled through your chest.

“Too big, daddy,” you whined, feeling like he was splitting you open.

“You’re fine, just relax bunny. Such a little crybaby today,” he hummed, giving you a moment to adjust once he was fully buried inside of you.

His soft lips kissed tears off of your cheeks, two inked fingers tapping at your lips. You opened your mouth, allowing him to pacify you as he began steady, deep thrusts. Sirius watched your eyes roll back, your back arching as he hit the deepest places inside of you that had electricity bursting through your veins. All of your frustration was forgotten as you were overwhelmed by Sirius, feeling his lips against your neck, leaving bruises in their wake, all down to your chest as he thrusted harder. A deep moan echoed around his fingers as your muscles started to clamp down around him, your body nearing an orgasm.

“It’s alright, baby, let go for daddy,” he hummed, kissing your cheek and feeling you spasm before all the tension in your body released.

You were flooded with euphoria, feeling floaty and dazed as he slowly fucked you to completion, coming deep inside of you. His fingers muffled your whimpers, though you were too tried to squirm or writhe, only letting him push you into gentle overstimulation.

He hushed you even as he slowly slid out, giving himself a moment to recover from the intensity. He kissed your face, smirking at the cry you released as he pulled his fingers from your lips.

“Shh, shhh,” Sirius hushed, carefully maneuvering you to lie back against his chest under the blankets.

You melted against him, opening your mouth as he pressed a heady kiss to your lips, his tongue sliding against yours and exploring your mouth. It was slow and sensual, filling you with his taste.

“Pretty baby,” Sirius praised softly, his fingers stroking over your cheek.

“Feel better?”

“Yes,” you whispered breathlessly, making him smile and press a delicate kiss to the tip of your nose.

[earlgreydream]

solace.

| sirius black x reader | fluff | slight angst |

anon requested. Sirius black x reader where reader and him are best friends and he’s basically very soft w/her and for her

cw: smoking

You thanked your professor before gathering your things and slipping from his office. You hurried through the dark corridors, looking up at the moon through the arches.

“Hey, Y/N, it’s late,” Dumbledore warned as he passed you in the hall.

“I’m headed to bed now. I had a late session with professor Cloud,” you apologized and he waved you off.

You slipped into the Gryffindor dorms, spotting the brunette draped over a velvet couch.

“Y/N!” Your best friend sat up and you jogged over.

“I’m sorry, Cloud kept us forever,” you sighed, dropping your bag onto the floor and sitting beside him on the couch.

“Don’t worry. I’m happy to wait up for you.” He laid down with the top half of his body draped over your lap. The two of you were curled up in front of the fire, and you smiled at the cup of tea Sirius had kept hot for you.

You two were the only ones in the common room, everyone having gone to bed in the late hours.

“How was your potions test today, Siri?” You asked, your hand gently rubbing his back over the thin t-shirt he wore.

He relaxed in your arms, stormy eyes gazing up at you.

“I did well, I got the highest marks,” Sirius informed you with a smile.

“I’m so proud of you! That’s wonderful,” you grinned down at him. He wrapped his arms around your waist and buried his face in your stomach, clinging to you tightly. You set your cup down and combed your fingers through his wavy hair.

“You’re doing great, puppy,” you praised softly, whispering as you carefully dragged your fingers through his silky tresses.

He practically curled up around you, his entire body bent around you.

“This can’t be comfy, Siri. Why don’t we go up to your room?”

“James and Remmy are already asleep. Let’s just stay here, please stay with me,” he mumbled.

“I’ll stay with you, just... let me move,” you gently pried your best friend off of you for a moment. You laid down with your head on a gold pillow on one end of the couch. You opened your legs and allowed Sirius to lay between them, his head resting on your chest and his torso against your middle.

He practically melted into you, utterly relaxed in your arms. He dozed in and out of sleep to the sound of the fire crackling mixing with the steady rhythm of your heartbeat.

The weight and warmth of him brought your nervous energy down, and you fell asleep with your fingers tangled into his hair.

A few weeks later, Sirius found his way to your room after an exceptionally long day. He was frustrated and overwhelmed and he craved you. He wanted your touch and your affection, but he would settle for your presence. Mostly, he was tired of acting carefree and snarky, and he wanted to hide with you and be himself. 

You were his solace. 

He found your dorm room empty, but tore off his robes and tie and curled up on the bed, breathing in the soft scent of you that lingered on your duvet. A soft sigh escaped the sullen boy, and he pulled your throw blanket around him.

You returned with your books in your arms, looking forward to a hot shower and a nap before dinner. However, when you pushed open the door to your dorm room, you found Sirius curled up on your bed.

“Puppy?” you whispered, setting your books down on the corner of your messy desk and pushing the door shut with your foot. 

Stormy grey eyes stared off sadly, and you walked over and laid down beside him, your noses only inches apart. 

“Tell me what’s going on?”

“Just a bad day.” 

You frowned, folding an arm under your head.

“I’m so proud of you, you know?” you asked, catching his gaze. He pulled his full lower lip between his teeth, biting the soft skin. 

“I’m doing my best.” 

“I know, puppy. I know,” you pulled him into your arms, and he instantly melted into your soft touch. 

“I’m exhausted!” Sirius moaned into your chest, and you placed your hand on the back of his head, knowing it relaxed him. 

“I know, Sirius. You’re doing so well, and I really am proud of you. I know it isn’t easy, but you’re doing amazing.”

Sirius started to cry, his tears soaking through your thin white button-down. You let him weep into your chest, your heart aching inside of your ribs as you felt his sobs. You were quiet until the cries subsided, letting him cling to you. 

“I’m sorry.”

“No, it’s alright.” You used your sleeve to wipe the tears from his face, and you brushed the hair from sticking to his cheeks. 

“Nobody ever tells me they’re proud of me. I just... I love you,” Sirius admitted, and your heart melted. 

“I love you, Sirius. I’m so proud, and I will always encourage you. You deserve it,” you squeezed him. 

The support wasn’t one-sided, either. Sirius adored you and he was the first to dote on you and sweep you off when you needed it. You approached him in the library, near tears, when he was studying with Remus, James, and Peter. Sirius pushed his chair back and frowned at you, taking your hand and bringing it to his lips, kissing the back of it. 

“Excuse me,” he said to the boys when he saw the tears threatening to spill past your waterline. 

“I’ll get your things,” Remus said, letting him immediately go with you. 

“Come on, Y/N,” Sirius led you from the bustling library, taking you outside. 

You shivered as you sat down on the balcony with Sirius, and he pulled his quidditch sweater over your head. 

He lit a cigarette, sharing with you and kissing your temple as you settled back in his arms. 

“I hate charms,” you muttered, blowing smoke from your lips and feeling him shake with laughter against your back. 

“But you’re so good at it.”

“Shut up and let me be mad,” you couldn’t help but let his infectious giggling spread to you too, even as a couple of tears escaped.

He hugged you tightly, snuggling with you as the two of you gazed up at the stars together. His hands smoothed up and down your arms, kissing the back of your head. 

“I’ve got you.”

“I know.”

[earlgreydream]

fifth.

| marauders x reader | fluff |

anon requested. a fifth marauder maybe and they have a crush on her and are super awkward around them? Like post-Hogwarts (or sixth year), and it’s just cute (she/they pronouns please <3) and she knows and is constantly teasing them all for it.

implied hufflepuff reader 🤍🖤💛

a/n: I love sweetness with the marauders and this is such a cute concept

You entered the familiar house, finding a living room scattered with knitted blankets, teacups, books, wands, sketches, and plates of pumpkin pasties. A record was scratching quietly in the corner, and a fire was crackling in the hearth. Your five boys were draped over velvet couches and chairs, all of their eyes lighting up when they saw you. Your name echoed off of the patterned wallpaper, the boys welcoming you home. You draped your yellow-and-black striped scarf from your Hogwarts days over a hook, your coat and shoes joining it. 

Sirius sat up off of Remus and you ran into the room, their arms all wrapping around you as you were caught up into hugs from the five boys. Peter blushed as you grabbed his face and kissed his cheek excitedly, and James smirked when you did the same to him. Remus greeted you warmly, and Sirius playfully turned his head so your lips touched, and you shoved him off with a giggle. 

“Some tea, Y/N?” Peter asked shyly, and you thanked him, nodding. He got up to fill the kettle on the stove, and James grabbed your waist and pulled you between him and Sirius on one of the couches. 

You grinned as your legs were pulled over James’ lap, and you leaned against Sirius’ chest, settling on them.

“Jamie, I ran into Severus on the way here. Can I assume that you were the ones to dye the git’s hair pink?” you asked with a giggle, and he nodded.

“I thought you’d leave him alone after we graduated.” 

“Never,” Peter blushed, setting a cup of steaming cinnamon tea in your hands. 

“Honey?” Remus handed you a bottle of golden liquid, all the boys fawning over you. 

Peter sank to the floor in front of you, leaning his head against your leg. Remus’s arm was around Sirius, his hand resting on your shoulder.

All four of the boys were enamored with you, and they all longed to be touching you, especially during these warm and cozy nights in your home.

You couldn’t get enough of them. You adored their shyness about their shared feelings for you, and the way you were treated like royalty by them.

The boys all had a crush on you since your first year at hogwarts, and while there had been others, none of them were you. Their darling fifth marauder, sweet and loving, but always down for mischief.

It had started when you’d covered for them after a prank of Severus had gotten entirely out of hand. You’d proved your loyalty by taking the blame, knowing you’d get off with a mild scolding. Sirius regarded you as a hero, and all the Gryffindors had made you an honorary member. Most of your school memories were with the marauders, or took place in their house. You were inseparable.

You’d been there for the not-so-pretty memories too. You held Sirius while he sobbed, mourning losing Regulus to the death eaters. You were the one to clean the wounds on Remus’s face that had later scarred. When James nearly got expelled, you sacrificed your own reputation to defend him. And Peter, you’d promised your love and adoration when he felt so alone.

Years of mischief, laughter, and memories were shared between the five of you. You’d always flirted, but there had never been more. You now lived together post-hogwarts, and it felt like you were a family.

Remus blushed as you toyed with his fingers, tracing the freckled skin. You poked his cheek, teasing him lightly for blushing.

“Shy, Remus? Y/N’s hardly doing anything and she’s got you blushing,” Sirius joined in the teasing, and he made a face.

“Oi! You foul git!” You shrieked as James tickled your foot, and all the boys looked at you with wide eyes.

“No, no!” You tried to throw yourself off of them but you weren’t fast enough as the four pinned you down and began to tickle you mercilessly.

You squealed and struggled to breathe, kicking and writhing as their fingers ghosted over your sides and neck and feet. You were laughing so hard the air was ripped from your lungs, and your face was red as you tried to kick them off of you.

“Please!” You shrieked desperately, they released you when you were nearly floating from lack of oxygen. You gasped as you heaved air into your lungs, tremors fading from the wild attack.

“I’ll get you for that,” you sneered weakly at James, and he shook his head with a smile.

“Come here, darling.” He pulled you onto his lap, and you blushed as he kissed your nose. 

“You stole Y/N’s warmth,” Sirius accused James, and you apologized, biting back a grin. Remus shook his head, wrapping his arms around Sirius’ waist to keep him from crawling away to you. 

“What about me, Pads?” Remus complained, drawing the dark-headed boy back into his arms and kissing his cheek. 

Peter moved between the four of you on the couch, and you drew him down to rest with his head in your lap. You all waited for Remus to open the book, to begin your nightly ritual of Remus reading to the four of you before bed. As Remus read, a peaceful quiet fell over the rest of you. All teasing and jokes were set aside in favor of closeness and intimacy.

“The world is indeed full of peril, and in it there are many dark places; but still there is much that is fair, and though in all lands love is now mingled with grief, it grows perhaps the greater.” (Tolkien)

You listened to Remus read, playing with Peter’s blond hair, your head resting under James’ chin. Sirius’ dark eyes were far away, lost in the fantasy world Remus was reading about. Your eyes locked, and you suddenly realized that he was gazing at you with adoration, and your face heated. Beautiful, he mouthed, and you smiled. 

“Magic the bed. I want you all.” You asked Remus as you were carried upstairs, hardly able to stay awake. You changed into an old maroon quidditch sweater, unsure of who it belonged to, though you guessed Sirius from the faint smell of smoke and honey. 

You walked into Remus’s room, the bed magically big enough to fit the five of you. They were arguing about who got to hold you, getting heated in the dark. You walked up behind Sirius, wrapping your arms around him and feeling him immediately put his hands on top of yours. You could feel the bones of his spine protruding from his back, and you kissed the bumps lightly. 

“Stop fighting, but I’m spooning Padfoot!” you announced, getting into bed with Sirius. He curled up against your back, situating your shorter body against his chest, an arm tightening around your waist. James ignored the fighting and climbed into bed in front of you, winning the argument. 

“You ass,” Peter snarked, climbing in on his other side, while Remus settled behind Sirius. 

“Be nice,” Remus hummed, hushing you all like children. You felt Sirius smile against your neck, electricity sparking down your spine as he lightly kissed the warm skin. James snuggled closer, burying his face in your chest, humming contently as you combed through the black curls on top of his head. 

You said goodnight to all of them, falling asleep among the boys were you caught up in love with.

[earlgreydream]

misbehaving.

| wolfstar x reader | smut | fluff |

summary: the one where Remus gets Sirius to handle your behavior

I simply cannot get enough of these two

“Pads, she’s been a brat,” Remus said to Sirius as they walked back from charms.

“She needs to be disciplined. We can’t have her thinking she can just break our rules whenever she pleases.”

Your two boyfriends were talking about you. More specifically, they were talking about how you decided to run your mouth with Remus the evening before. He’d been trying to help you practice spells, and you had been incredibly disrespectful and resistant to his help.

They had decided not to react then and punish you, but to let you squirm with anticipation for a day, until you all returned from classes. As the two boys walked back to their dorm, they had been discussing how exactly to make you learn your place.

The anticipation was the worst part. You had sat through an entire day of classes, your mind wandering to whatever was in store for you after. You knew the boys were mad, despite their hands rubbing gentle circles to your leg as they sat beside you in class, or quick kisses in the halls between.

Your heart was hammering in your chest as you waited for them to return to their dorm. You didn’t know how you’d made it back earlier than them, but the twenty minutes seemed like hours while you waited.

Remus and Sirius ended their conversation as they entered their dormitory, finding you on Sirius’s bed. It was usually where you curled up for solace and safety, but now you were practically shaking amidst the maroon sheets.

“Hi bunny,” Remus hummed at you before lightly kissing Sirius. They set their bags down, and you swallowed hard.

“Hi daddy,” you answered Remus, your voice soft and meek.

You watched as Sirius’s skilled fingers undid his tie, brief glancing away to see Remus stretch out on his bed with a textbook.

“Come here,” Sirius called to you quietly.

You didn’t dare to hesitate, slipping off of his bed and walking to your boyfriend. His hands went to cradle your face, giving you a kiss. You melted at his touch, looking up into dark eyes.

“I’m sorry,” you breathed, and his thumb stroked over your cheek.

“I know, but I’ve got to teach you to be respectful,” Sirius’s tone was sympathetic, and his rare soft side almost scared you more than his typical sadistic teasing.

Your hands wrapped around his wrist, and he kissed your cheek. You looked at Remus, who seemed entirely content to watch Sirius handle you. Remus was typically more forgiving with his discipline, and you didn’t want to be at the hands of your bratty dom.

Sirius watched you shoot Remus a pleading gaze, who ignored you. They exchanged a silent conversation, and you swallowed hard from nerves.

“Daddy...” you called out to Remus pathetically.

“What is it, bunny?”

Both boys waited for you to speak, and you suddenly regretted it, not wanting to make Sirius angry.

“I’m sorry about yesterday.”

“I know you are,” he nodded with a small look of approval. You wanted to run to him and bury yourself in his arms, take whatever he gave you.

Sirius’s hands left your face, and you immediately looked back at him. He led you to the corner, where he sat down on one of the big comfy chairs by the hearth.

If not for the fire, the silence in the room would’ve been deafening. Your hands were trembling as he pulled you onto his lap, having you straddle one of his thighs.

You leaned forward and buried your face in his neck, wrapping your arms around him. His hands rubbed up and down your back soothingly, and you couldn’t believe how soft he was being.

“Siri...” you whispered in a shaky whine, and he kissed your shoulder.

“Hm?”

You fell silent, and he flipped your skirt up, running his fingertips along the hem of the soft cotton that hugged your bum. You jolted forward a bit as he landed a slap over the fabric, and you kept quiet, your face hidden in him.

He smacked you three more times, your skin heating despite the barrier between you. He’d only managed to get a soft sigh from you, and you were trying to hold in any noises at all. You were trying to be good.

Your face burned in heat knowing that Remus was watching. You couldn’t focus on Remus for too long though, not as Sirius’s fingers peeled the cotton from your skin. He used his knee to push you off his thigh, getting them off your legs before pulling you back down. 

It had forced you away from him, and you looked at your dominating boyfriend with glassy eyes. You held his shoulders, not letting him lay you back with your chest to his. He gave you a warning look, one of his hands wrapping around your wrists, reading to handle you himself. 

“Bu-”

“Kiss?” you interrupted, blinking at him, and his gaze softened a bit before he sweetly kissed you. 

“I’m going to be good, I promise, Siri,” you whispered, earning another kiss before he laid you back against him. 

His hands smoothed down your backside and your thighs before coming back up to squeeze your rosy skin. This time, without the fabric to shield your tender skin, Sirius slapped you much harder. You bit your lip as his palm connected with your ass with loud cracks, tears threatening to slip down your cheeks. 

“Sirius, it hurts,” you whined, attempting to squirm away from the harsh punishment you were receiving. 

“I know, bunny, but you’re taking it so well. You don’t want to start acting up now, do you?” Sirius’s sweetness was starting to give in a bit to his typical mocking, and you shook your head. 

“Be good for Sirius, Y/N,” Remus’s use of your name made you nod obediently, wincing as you settled back down on his lap. 

Soft sobs left your body as Sirius spanked you for what felt like hours, not giving up until your skin was bright red from so many handprints. Your arms were tight around his neck, clinging to him for dear life as he continued your punishment. 

You waited to Remus to tell Sirius to go easy on you, but it never came. Sirius finally decided you’d had enough when you were hiccuping from sobs, wincing even when he wasn’t touching you. 

“Shh, it’s alright now, bunny, you’re done.” Sirius soothed you, rubbing your back gently. 

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” you breathed, and he kissed the side of your head.

“I know, you’re alright. We’re not mad, my love.” Remus’s voice came from behind you. A choked whine ripped from your throat as you felt him gently rub something cold over your stinging skin. 

“Pads did a number on you, didn’t he, bunny?” Remus asked, and you nodded weakly. 

“I’m not going to be disrespectful again,” you swore, though your bratty attitude was likely to make your promise an empty one. Sirius laughed at that, making you sit up. He wiped your tears, kissing your swollen lips. 

“I want one of your quidditch sweaters, Siri.”

“Of course,” Sirius eased you off of his lap, gently pushing you into Remus’s arms. Despite getting spanked, you wanted Sirius to hold you, and you had to fight not to whine at Remus for letting Sirius go on so long. 

You slipped clean cotton boyshorts up your legs, wincing a bit as the fabric brushed against your raw skin. Remus kissed your head, his hands rubbing small circles on your waist. 

“I love you, daddy,” you stood up on your toes to peck his lips, and he kissed your lips before kissing all over your face.

“I love you.”

Sirius returned, pulling his soft sweater over your head. It fell to your mid thigh, and he kissed the back of your neck. You leaned back into his touch, his arms wrapping around your waist. His warmth and faint scent of soap surrounded you, and you let yourself melt into the hug. 

Remus appreciated Sirius being gentle and sweet, getting a break from having to scold him for being antagonizing. 

“I wanna sleep, Siri,” you complained, and he lifted you up, making you shriek. 

Remus shot him a look about getting you wound up before bed, and Sirius carried you to his. 

“Want to sleep with me? I’ll hold you.” Sirius offered, and you nodded, wanting to soak up the affection while it lasted.

You curled up on his chest, sleeping soundly in his arms. You slept in, dozing all Saturday morning and snuggling in bed with the boys.

[earlgreydream]

sharp.

| sirius black x reader | smut |

baby drabbles for wine nights 

anon requested. Sirius with a knife kink 

cw: ***consensual knife play*** 

“You trust me, bunny?” Sirius’ voice was low as he knelt between your legs, kissing up your body, paying extra attention to your chest. 

You nodded silently, watching the blade glint in his hand as he twisted it. Sirius was buried deep inside of you, staying completely still as he had for the last several minutes, letting you warm him. You were so aroused you could hardly speak, buzzing with anticipation. 

“Gotta be still for me, bunny,” Sirius smirked, running the flat of the blade down your sternum, carefully rolling his hips against yours. If you squirmed, you’d press your skin up into the sharp metal. He was training you to be still and obedient for him, and you loved it.

The cold silver ran down your body as Sirius carefully fucked into you, a long whine escaping your lips. You almost arched your back as he hit a deep thrust, but stopped when you felt the blade press into you just slightly.

“Be good, bunny.”

“I’m trying, Siri.”

“I know, doing such a good job for me,” he praised, tapping the silver lightly against your lips. He lightly pressed the tip down at the base of your throat, and you felt warmth drip down from the spot, though it wasn’t deep enough to sting. His eyes were dark as he licked it up, and arousal radiated through your body. 

You shouldn’t love this, but you did.

He tapped it against your clit as you started to shudder, close to the edge. You focused on staying still, despite knowing Sirius would never hurt you. It was all hot, sexy, and dangerous, and you were lost in the deep darkness of his eyes. 

[earlgreydream]

solace (2).

| sirius black x reader | fluff |

anon requested. sirius had a long day and he’s vv tired and she washes his hair and takes care of him

Sirius was exhausted. He’d been ripped into by his professors after screwing up spells and causing a small explosion in potions. His limbs felt heavy, and he was tired and overwhelmed. 

“Pads, are you okay? You don’t look well,” Remus asked, and he struggled to pull his head up from his hands.

“I’m just exhausted, I think I’m going to go to bed.” 

He stood up from the table in the great hall, his dinner mostly untouched. James, Peter, and Remus nodded, worrying about their friend as they watched him drag himself away. 

“Siri?” Regulus caught his wrist in the hall outside, concerned by the dark circles under his eyes and the slow way he moved. 

“I’m okay, I’m going to bed.” 

Sirius squeezed his arm, promising his younger brother that he was okay. Regulus recognized the look of defeat, and he worried for Sirius, but let him go. He knew where he was going, whether or not he lied. Sirius may have fooled the marauders, but Regulus knew him better than that. He let go of Sirius, knowing that he was running to his solace. 

Sirius hesitated in the common room, stopping before he headed to his dorm. He turned the opposite way down the hall, heading to your bedroom. 

His knuckles rapped softly on the wood, and you called out, telling him to come in. You pushed your chair away from your desk, turning to look at Sirius as he entered. You’d skipped dinner in order to practice the spell that was tripping you up, and you hadn’t expected him. 

“Sirius,” you stood when you saw him. 

“I need you,” he whispered, emotion swirling in his stormy gaze.

“I’m here, love,” you walked over and pulled him into your arms.

“I’m so tired,” he breathed tearfully, burying his face in your shoulder and melting into your touch. You kissed his temple, gently rubbing his back. A shuddered sigh escaped his lips, and you carefully pried him off of you. 

“Come on,” you walked to your bathtub, filling it with hot water and rolling your sweater sleeves up to your elbows. 

Sirius stripped down before stepping into the water, sinking down into its warmth. You sat on the edge and washed him, listening to the sound of his breathing. 

“I fucked everything up in classes today. It was awful,” he confessed.

“I’m so sorry. It’ll be better tomorrow. Everyone has bad days.”

“I know, but today has felt like it’s lasted years.”

You laughed quietly, assuring him that’s how it felt for you too. You leaned him back, dipping his dark hair into the water. The smell of lavender filled the room as you squeezed shampoo onto your palms. Sirius’s eyes fell closed, comforted by the familiar scent of your shampoo, the one he always inhaled when he hugged you, his face burying in your hair. 

You worked it through his curls, massaging his scalp with your fingers. You drew a pleased moan from his lips, making you smile. You rinsed the soap out, tilting his head under the faucet, and you leaned down and kissed his cheek.

“Thank you,” he reached up and touched your wrist gently.

“Of course.” 

You squeezed the excess water out of his hair, being careful not to pull. You let him out, waiting with a brush on your bed until he came out, dressed in sweatpants. 

He sat on the floor in front of you, and you worked the brush through his curls. He told you about his day in more detail, sounding exhausted as he explained everything that had upset him. You listened attentively, promising to help him fix his potion.

“Can I sleep here?”

“Only if you spoon me,” you said, earning a smile. 

He opened his arms, laying down against your massive collection of pillows. You curled up against him, and he was still warm from the hot bath. He dragged your back against his chest, snaking his arms around your waist and burying his face in your hair. 

“I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you too,” you whispered, settling down.

A fire glowed in the hearth, and your cat curled up against your feet. Sirius held you tightly, keeping you warm and safe.

You stirred in the night, waking up out of your drowsy sleep, Sirius’ warmth gone from your body. You rolled over, relaxing when you saw he’d just rolled over. You combed your fingers through his hair, kissing the back of his shoulder before wrapping your body around him, drifting back off once you knew he was okay.