#siriusblack

[wizkuw]

My loves <3

[shugister]

au where Snape raises Harry and Black escapes from prison.

[that-bitch-kat3]

sirius: so your name is pandora?

pandora: that’s right

sirius: that’s the name of some moon i’m pretty sure.

pandora: one of Saturns moons yeah

sirius: (extremely long sigh) be honest are you related to me or are your parents just really eccentric?

[reggiesgrinningsoul]

Regulus and Sirius are very angelic but in very different ways.

Sirius is the type of angelic where everyone finds him beautiful in a way they can't look away because they need to soak him up. Regulus is beautiful in a way that no one can stare at him for too long because they get the creeps.

[inkdrinkerworld]

"Sirius don't you dare, we're not at home." your whines go completely ignored by your boyfriend because as soon as you lay down on James' sofa, Sirius is lifting your sleep shirt and burying his head under it.

"What is wrong with him?" Lily asks as she passes you a mug of tea- chamomile with a touch of honey- before going to sit besides James who looks equally puzzled.

"Every time I get out of the shower at night he does this. Says the lotion I use is the cause." You pat your boyfriend's head under your shirt, Sirius turns sideways with a tired grin on his face.

"You act like Jamesie there isn't the biggest baby too." James gawks, hazel eyes narrowing.

"I didn't even say anything, Pads. I think it's sweet."

Remus shakes his head, "Of course you do. It'd be sweeter in private."

Lily, you and Marlene hide a laugh.

Stirring a pot, Lily says, "You could at least let the girl breathe."

"She smells like sleep, cocoa butter and vanilla. What am I meant to do against that?" He sounds too lovesick, and with the grin on his face, James wishes he had his phone nearby.

Remus solves that problem for him almost immediately. Sirius doesn't even protest.

"Siri, don't you think it's a little pathetic to have to hide under your girlfriend's clothes at night to sleep?" Marlene asks and Sirius pops his head out again.

"Pathetic is you trying to imply you haven't snuggled up next to her on your sleepovers." Marlene throws a chocolate covered almond at him while he just looks at her all pleased and content.

Remus rolls his eyes, "You could at least save it for when you get into your room."

You hide a smile, knowing exactly what Sirius is going to say. You and your boyfriend have this conversation every night you join him back on the sofa instead of in bed.

Sirius doesn't dignify Remus with full view of his face- he moves your shirt just enough that his mouth and nose are visible.

"M'gonna be asleep in a bit anyways. In fact you're all just prolonging when I'll be able to sleep by carrying out an inquisition at near midnight."

You chuckle into your mug, taking a sip as Sirius shuffles up your body and settles again.

"You're a saint, Y/n." James compliments as he watches Sirius' hold on your waist tighten before he starts the movie.

Your boyfriend whines the second your hand falls on his back and you roll your eyes, slipping your hand down his shirt and scratching his back for him.

You can feel Sirius taking deep, lungful breaths of you before his heartbeat slows a bit and his breathing evens out- not even ten minutes into the movie he'd suggested.

"He's a big fucking baby." Marlene marvels at the way Sirius sleeps through the movie, hands around you and face hidden away under your shirt. "You wouldn't even guess he was clingier than Potter."

"Hey!" James groans, but he can't protest, his head is in Lily's lap as he twists and coils strands of his hair. Sirius hasn't even shown them the half of it- James keeps that tidbit to himself.

[againaweasel]

I'm incredibly passionate about average-looking Remus.

Remus with a nose slightly too big for his face, scars, too thin in too many places.

A face that's not ugly by any means but you'd probably look straight past him if you saw him on the street. Rather plain looking.

Average.

But his personality. The quiet jokes under his breath, the kindness, the smiles on a bad day, and a listening ear.

That's what makes Remus Lupin beautiful.

[the-colourful-witch]

A sketch for The Cadence of Part Time Poets on A03 by Motswolo. My god, this book is doing things to me. I love it a lot! It also made me appreciate 70s rock bands more! I am a very happy reader :)

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[wingedhallows]

hii hope you're enjoying your vacation!! when you come back could you pleasee do a sirius x reader smut 🤞 basically where they kinda have a fwb vibe going on and she asks him to teach her how to suck him off LOL it would be insanely hot too if he'd return the favor and let her ride his face but idk if it would be too long for a oneshott

𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐓𝐎𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑

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𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 sirius black x reader / 1.3k words

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒 smut (blow job, explicit talking, pussy eating, fwb) MDNI

𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 hi babes, i'm back and kicking and i'm here to deliver some sirius smut - i'm badly attracted to this man once again after watching hp, help (divider credit goes to ; @cursed-carmine )

♡︎ 𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ♡︎

His dorm room is dim, cozy and filled with the drawl of one of many david bowie vinyls Sirius plays when you’re hanging out.

A cigarette is being passed between the two of you like a shared secret healthrisking secret and in your opinion - you wouldn’t want to be anywhere else on a saturday night.

“What does getting your cock sucked feel like?” The words escape your throat scratchy and a little hoarse from the smoke. Sirius doesn’t startle, he doesn’t gasp or give you a particularly strange look - he takes another drag, lets the smoke sit in his lungs for a moment before it leaves his nostrils in a swirling vapor, enchanting really.

“Feels bloody nice.” The words leave him quietly though the corners of his lips betray the nonchalance.

“There’s nothin’ better than havin’ a pretty bird's mouth wrapped about my cock.”

His words did the job, tingling from the base of your skull all the way to the very tips of your toes. His cock - a sight to see everytime. 

“Could you show me?” The question floats between you two like temptation and promise at the same time - how could he deny you, especially when your very view is laid upon him in such desire.

“You want to suck my dick, sweetheart?” His voice comes out a little more hoarse than before, already imagining your plush lips wrapped about his best piece.

A soft hum leaves you, anticipation coils low in your gut. “Please.” The words leave you in nothing louder than a whisper, impossibly quiet and yet so compelling that Sirius has no will other than fulfilling your request.

He snuffs the cigarette on the windowsill and flicks it into the dark of the night before he crosses the room to his bed in three strides. He sits on the edge of his bed, hair rumpled, shirt half-way unbuttoned like clothes are merely a suggestion to the young Black.

His hands undo the zipper of his trousers with steady hands, eyes darkened and lingering on you.

“Come here, love.” He whispers though the word sends sparks right down in between your legs. You waste no time to cross the room and stand between his legs, breath coming quick as his gaze lifts to you. His lips are damp and the craving reflecting in his storm grey eyes nearly makes your knees buckle. 

“Get on your knees for me, darlin’”

You don’t need to be told twice. He reaches into his undone pants and fishes out his already half-hard cock, the tip glistening with precome and the anticipation of your soft warm lips. He strokes himself one and twice before he brushes a strand of hair behind your ear with his free hand.

“Start with licks.” He whispers as his hand gently threads into your hair - not forcing but holding, grounding himself in this moment, in the pleasure to come.

You follow his lead and lower your head, your hands come up to brace on his thighs - he lets you. The first flick your tongue over the head elicits a sharp hiss and a soft tug at the roots of your hair from him and the very response fills you with confidence, with reassurance that you could break Sirius Black in the best way.

With newfound certitude you take the head of him between your lips and allow him further into your mouth, letting the tips of your teeth graze the tender flesh of his cock.

“Just like that, my sweet.” He whispers, voice ragged as he fists the sheets, his other hand withdraws from your hair to brace himself against the bed. Ever so slowly you take him further and further, right until the tip of his cock grazes the back of your throat - one of your hands reaches the base of his cock to cover what your mouth can’t take.

“Up and down.” He manages as your tongue flicks over the base and he can’t help the groan of pure pleasure escaping him. His head lolls back as his chest rises and falls rapidly.

You follow his instruction and start to bop your head, incorporating your hand in the steady motion. It doesn’t take long for Sirius to start thrusting into your mouth, his hips snap upwards unsteadily and desperate to chase his release and you let him.

You let him use your mouth, give him licks and grazes of your teeth to give him exactly what he needs.

His hips stutter soon enough, eyebrows drawn together as his climax rushes into his nervous system - sudden and unforgiving.

“Gon-…fuck..come in your mouth.” He manages but the words swim between the obscene sounds of his cock slipping in and out of your mouth and his moans.

Without warning, his hips lock - his head lulling back as a low groan rumbles from his chest and his cock pulses between your lips - spilling down your throat in unsteady but hot streaks.

He slumps back against the bed, chest heaving as your lips leave his dick with a soft plop.

“Bloody hell - you’re a natural.” The words carry faint amusement but he’s too exhausted for his usual cockiness. 

“Come here, sweetheart.” Sirius's hand reaches for you, gently pulling him onto the bed and helping you settle on top of him, straddling him enough to feel the very heat of your middle against his lower belly.

“Take your knickers off.” He whispers and the mere command makes your clit throb. You scramble to slip them off of yourself but the fabric just won’t budge, hooking around your thighs in an insistent band - Sirius, as impatient as he is, hooks two fingers in the fabric and promptly rips it apart.

“There she is.” He doesn’t hesitate to slip a finger between your glistening folds, circling the bud once - your breath catches, hands fisting in his sleeve for purchase. “Sirius-Sit on my face.” He commands, interrupting your plea as his hands already sneak around your thighs, gently pushing you towards his upper body.

You barely manage to catch yourself on the curtain draped over the headboard, fingers curling into the fabric as he pulls your hips downwards. A sharp hiss escapes you as he laps at your folds, sucking your clit.

“Shit..oh..fuck…” He hums contently as his muscle slips through your cunt like he was made for it, protruding past your entrance once - the action makes your hips buckle, roll slowly over his face - the very tip of his nose grazes your clit and you’re sure he’ll kill you like this - death by given head.

The coil in your lower belly tightens as he slips a finger into your cunt, curling it just right as his mouth keeps his assault on your clit, licking, sucking, nipping at the sensitive bud.

You’re close to seeing stars, close to ruining his beautiful face with your release, ready to give him exactly what he wants from you.

The tension snaps a second later, sharp and sudden and so marvelous it makes you keel over - clench your thighs around his head with a cry so wrecked and breathless he has to hold you up. When the spasms subside and you go limp, he shifts you to lay beside him, one leg draped across his belly in comfort.

“We’re really good at sex.” You mumble, one hand slowly tracing his tattoo. Sirius brushes a strand of sweat damp hair from your forehead. 

“We’re really good together.”