#vampire sirius

[karasuno910]

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do you think remus would make twilight jokes to vampire sirius?

because i do.

[major-toast]

The Sin That Binds Us All

Sirius Orion Black - The Vampire

[izziecalloway]

regulus and sirius as two very old vampires. remus is a scholar fascinated with the occult, and drags james, his dying best friend, to try and find these vampires he studied about and that he believes are real, to convince them to turn james and save him.

[hiraethspacegirl]

what if the purebloods in slytherin only married other purebloods becuase each house is connected to a mythical creature. like the blacks, malfoys were all vampires and the gaunts were sirens and the potters had unicorn blood passed on, and they were kept secret.

and what if the blacks were vampires, and the only way sirius convinced his family to marry remus, and the only way he was allowed in the house is because he told his mom he was a werewolf, and they were okay with it.

[queerlybelovedwerewolf]

Sirius always hated mirrors.

After his 19th birthday, when the Strigoi bloodline began to express, it became worse. The angular ears, the too-bright teeth, the sunken cheeks, and the uncanny build — all made him look like something you’d find in a back alley, feeding on magic.

Remus had watched the changes with fascination and aching affection. But he never said anything. He didn’t want to make Sirius feel like a thing.

Years later, after Azkaban, the creature is all that’s left. Gaunt, silent, monstrous — the sharp angles no longer hidden by charm or arrogance.

Remus sees him again in the Shrieking Shack and his first thought is, he looks exactly like he did when he changed — except now, it’s clear to everyone.

[thursdaygxrls]

A Lesson in Biology

summary — sirius has a midnight craving.

pairing — vampire!sirius black x fem!reader

disclaimer — i don’t own sirius black (sighhh) or the gif used

warnings — mentions of blood, oral (fem receiving), general smut, and (say it with me now) unedited

no one asked for this but sirius is literally so yummy i couldn’t contain myself

He comes to her at night — he always does. It’s stupid, and he chastises himself for the giddy feeling that warms his frozen body. She makes him feel like a fucking teenager and it’s disgusting.

He can see the dim, yellow glow of light coming from her window when he arrives. He climbs the trellis with ease and perches near the outer windowsill. Through the glass, he makes out a hunched figure seated at the desk. She’s in her baggy joggers and a tank top — lovely. Another quick glance around the room and he sees that it’s empty except for, no roommate in sight. Even lovelier.

Deep down, he knows how wrong this is. It's not wrong because he feels silly, or he didn't warn her before he got here. It's wrong because everything about her brings him closer to insanity: her scent, the outline of her body through the tank top, the trail of glistening salvia on her lips that her tongue leaves. He brings his hand to the lip of the window and is delighted (but not entirely surprised) to find it unlocked.

"Sirius!" Her tone is shocked, maybe even scared, but it wraps around him in a way that feels like a hug.

"Hey there, Lovebug," he grins widely as he slips through the window, his feet hitting the floor far too gracefully.

"Sirius, I didn't know—" She shoots up from her seat, "—You didn't call, right?"

"No, no," he chuckles, his voice thick as honey, "I didn't. Is that a problem?"

"Well, no," she sighs, "You just scared me, that's all."

"And you left the window unlocked." Sirius closes the space between them, raising his hand to gently stroke his thumb against her cheek, "Sure you weren't expecting any visitors?"

"Of course not." She knows he's only teasing, but the very thought makes her want to laugh. Someone else?

"Was I interrupting anything?" He asks, taking her hands into his. He brings them to his lips to press a soft kiss to the skin. His sharp teeth scrape lightly against her knuckles.

"Just a bit of homework," she sighs.

"Well, don't let me get in the way, Bug," he grins, "Go on, get back to your work."

She knows better than to think he's just going to let her work in peace. He shrugs out of his leather jacket, hanging it from her bedpost as he takes a seat closer to the headboard. He lays down, taking one of her pillows into his arms.

"You all alone tonight?" He asks as he smoothes the wrinkled fabric of the pillowcase.

"Liv's spending the night at her girlfriend's," she responds as she settles back down into her desk chair.

"Does she ever sleep here?" He tilts his head back to look at her, "She's less roommate, more occasional guest."

"You don't seem to mind." Though Sirius can only see the back of her head, he knows there's a smile on her lips. Her gorgeous, delicious lips.

He's tired of the pillow in mere seconds. The sound of a pen scrawling on paper calls him to the desk like a siren song. His hands are freezing against her bare arms. They rub up and down slowly, though, it's not as soothing as intended. Goosebumps erupt on her skin when his lips meet her ear.

"What class is that for?" He whispers.

"Biology." She swallows. Hard.

"Hm, interesting," he hums. The sight of her neck pulsing is not lost on him. His fingers, still cold as ice, trail her throat. It would be so easy to take her now. Her roommate wasn't home and likely wouldn't be until at least tomorrow morning. He could keep her silent enough that no one would hear a think, not even the dorm next door. Sirius's lips met her neck, and she let out a sigh. It would be so easy to take her, yet, it would be the most difficult thing he's ever done.

He'd created a routine over the years. When he was really thirsty, it wasn't hard to find a snack in secluded alleyways or dark corners. What he enjoyed most, though, was the chase; he'd find a new man or woman to pursue every once in a while. He'd charm them, butter them up, then drain their blood after fucking them into the mattress. He expected her to be no different.

Sirius met her outside a coffee shop on the edge of the campus. She smelled so sweet, so tempting, he couldn't just let her walk away. And so he proceeded as usual: he was charming, she was smiling, a date was planned. Somewhere between romantic dinner and vicious murder, though, his routine began to derail. When they talked, he didn't have to fake his laughs, nor did he notice the ache in his cheeks from how wide his smile had grown. He told himself he would just delay the inevitable—treat her to another date, give her the best sex of her life, then end it all there.

"I'm almost finished," she spoke quietly, glancing up at him. It was nearly three months later now, and he was still making excuses.

"Are you now?" He grinned against her neck, "My lips that good, Bug?"

"With my homework," she clarified with a roll of her eyes. He only let out a soft chuckle as he pressed open-mouth kisses to her shoulder. He couldn't be more thankful for the tank top she was wearing.

"You think you could wait another ten minutes?" Her voice was soft as she asked the question. She didn't want to give in when she was so close to finally finishing her work.

"No," he answered honestly. Wordlessly, he pulled her chair out, eliciting a squeak of surprise from her. He slipped into the small nook under her desk and kneeled before her. His misty grey eyes met hers.

"We can both get what we want, though." His tone was low as his fingers trailed to the waistline of her joggers.

"Sirius..." She trailed off. Sirius, yes? Sirius, no? Sirius, wait? Sirius, please? She didn't know what she was going to say, all she knew was that she was lifting her hips so he could slide her pants down.

He could feel her quickening pulse under his lips as he kissed her inner thigh. Sirius worked slowly, never once taking his eyes off of her as he delved further between her thighs towards her clothed heat. Nimble, callused finger yanked at her panties. He was gentle with her as he let them fall down her legs; it was like he was delicately plucking away petals from a flower. Even when she was fully exposed to him, he remained where he was, nibbling at the flesh of her thighs. It took him a minute or two teasing a few whines to give in.

"Oh, God." Was her cry when he finally pressed his lips to her folds. His tongue licked a stripe from the bottom of her cunt all the way to her clit where he focused his attention.

"I like the new nickname," he grinned up at her, halting his actions, "Am I your God now, Bug?"

She was halfway through grumbling at him when another moan tumbled from her mouth. Sirius was good, far too good. He had decades of experience under his belt and could find how to make anyone tic within seconds. Pride bloomed in his chest as her hands clawed their way into his long, black hair. Homework forgotten, she let herself fall into the trap he'd so easily set.

Before, he'd thought about silencing her, now, all he could think about was finding a way to make her louder. He fed off the sounds she made, relished in the shaky breaths and whimpers. His hands held her thighs apart with an iron grip. There would likely be bruises there next morning, but he didn't care. In fact, he pressed further, icy fingers burning marks into her skin.

"Sirius," she whispered, her voice hoarse with pleasure.

"I know, love, I know," he cooed, "Are you gonna cum for me?" He didn't wait for a response. His tongue slipped into her, prodding at her hole before returning to her clit. He knew she was getting close—the sound of her blood pumping rapidly mixed with the clenching of both her thighs and walls gave it away.

She came undone on him, soaking his his face from the nose down. He helped her come down with a few gentle licks and soothing rubs against her legs. If he wasn't undead, his heart would've exploded at the way she looked at him. It was selfish to keep her to himself like this. It was wrong to leave her ruined.

"Finish up your homework, Bug. I'm gonna need you to return that favor."

It was wrong, and Sirius couldn't care less.

[heysaykitkat]

New Snippet!

lmao thank you for the tag back @thirtysixsavefiles, way to keep it going!!! ♥

been working on a lil' prequel to coffee at dusk today because why would i work on anything with a deadline lmao

“Okay, before you panic, can you invite me in?” Sirius asks the second Remus opens the door to their flat—as in, the one they share—to his knock at the obnoxious time of one in the fucking morning.  Remus opened the door ready to tell some teenager off, but freezes in place at the image of Sirius, slumped just outside of their door jam, leaning against the outer-wall with his hair tangled over one shoulder. The first thing he notices is the blood, the irony tang sharp in the air; the second is the way Sirius’ skin is so pale it’s nearly translucent. His mouth is nearly purple, and he’s shaking something awful, as though he’d been dumped in Black Lake in December.  “What happened?” Remus rushes forward to pull Sirius inside because he looks like he’s a breath away from keeling over, but Sirius shrinks back as though Remus is a threat. "I thought you were at the pub?" "I was, I just—Ran into some trouble."

np tagging @barkingatthemooninsteadofwriting @rae-lune @madefortherain @m00neroni @sorealis @sliebman10 + you! yeah you!!! reading this!!!!

[waxingrunes]

Pumpkins if you don’t want to celebrate your Halloween crying over our late beloved witches and wizards, here’s just over 8K words of Priest Remus getting seduced by demonic vampire Sirius. Toast, the author, was inspired by my possessed Father Lupin and spat this beauty out. Pure filth, hits all the spots.

There’s blood and a very practical use of a dagger.

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