#SIRIUS SUNDAY!!!

[talesof-old]

Ooo could I request some Sirius HCs, because I know when he finds the one he is a full on slut for them only (your last Sirius HCs made me giggle he’s so mwah)

warning(s): 18+, smut

sirius black headcanons

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oh absolutely. Sirius would be 100% weak for his partner. Bat your pretty lashes at him and he’s a goner.

He’s selfish at first, I’ll admit, but as you get older and grow closer he grows out of it (at least a little). He’d prefer receiving, but so long as he has you in his life he’ll be grateful for whatever attention you give him.

Reverse cowgirl is one of his favorite positions, and probably prone bone. He’s an ass man, any position that gives him access to your cunt and a view of your butt is a favorite in his book.

He likes it rough, though he does enjoy a good love making session occasionally. Tug on his hair, bite into his skin, leave hickies and bruises: he doesn’t care. On days when he’s going through it though, he prefers to be coddled. Be gentle. But god forbid you have a bad day, he’s going to smother the fuck out of you. Slow sex, deep kisses, a whole lotta aftercare, bathing together, all of that.

Sirius likes risks, so if he can fuck you in a place where you might get caught by others he’s 100% gonna do it if you’re down. There’s something about the thrill of it.

He loves to wear clothes that he knows will rile you up; he hates it when other people make comments on his clothes. He put that on for you to enjoy, fuck everybody else.

I think that he would really enjoy wearing his rings while y’all are fucking. They’re cold when you first feel them, but they warm up the longer his fingers are inside of you

Also loves to use his tongue. He’ll lick and mouth all over your skin like there’s no tomorrow. You definitely will have love bites in the weirdest places.

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[siriussunday]

FUCK IT UP. IT'S

SIRIUS SUNDAY!

[cosmonott]

last minute post for ashe bradleys belated birthday lets all kill that stupid twink

i think i saw someone make this with sirius and claire or noel but i feel like this is more accurate for a post siri conclusion world

[lunarlivs]

that oh, oh, moment

[neverenoughmarauders]

I absolutely agree with the idea that Sirius never celebrated his birthday again after James died. I know plenty of people who have stopped celebrating getting older than someone they were particularly close to. And then we've got the fact that the man was imprisoned, on the run or hiding in his tortured childhood home for the rest of his life.

I headcanon Sirius and James as competitive, but this was a competition Sirius would happily have lost.

[regulus-smith]

istg if these fanfic binding sellers get ao3 shut down its on sight. It's getting really annoying.

[emeryhall]

Thank you @bookish-bogwitch for yesterday's tag and @shrekgogurt for today's! I too am going to do an unconventional Six Sentence Sunday.

Today is the one year anniversary of posting my first fanfic (wolfstar), so in celebration of that, I've posted a new one (snowbaz). 🥳

And here are six-ish sentences from my first fanfic ❤️

So the thing about love is… You say “I love you” and you imagine your love as a shiny red lozenge of a heart, smooth translucent licked crystal. It glistens as you place it in a glass box, a delicate clear cube that you hand as a gift to your lover. A piece of art for him to admire from all angles. But in reality your love is like a human heart, or any old heart of any old animal. It is an ever-moving muscle. When you open your mouth and heave it from your chest, it is slick and sticky. Any surface you set it on requires a coaster because your heart leaks little heart-shaped puddles of blood if left for too long. And it cannot survive on its own. 

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@cutestkilla @artsyunderstudy @raenestee @thewholelemon @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @facewithoutheart @monbons @noblecorgi @best--dress @orange-peony @nightimedreamersworld @larkral @supercutedinosaurs @rimeswithpurple @ic3-que3n @hushed-chorus @mooncello @hihimissamericanbi (yes, you, Celine, because those 6 sentences are from a wolfstar and I'm going to try to kick this tradition into my other fandom)

[soupy-george]

im here to have a cheeky fangirl moment bc i LOVE saturday nights and sunday mornings and seeing you enjoy shoulder to shoulder has made me v happy <3

Yay!! I hope you enjoyed the rugby representation in mine 🤣 My James was a bit tamer than yours. The phrase "spillage is lickage" is still haunting me. It's brought back so many once blurry uni memories. I wish they were still blurry. 🍻🥂🍻🥂🤮🤮

[brandileigh2003]

Snippet Sunday: ty @sophsicle for the tag

“Do you… See me differently? I know that it doesn’t paint me in the best light?” Remus whispered. “No. I see you as stronger, and more beautiful and resilient and so bright. You have such a big heart and you still laugh and love and let people in after that pain and hard relationship. He hurt you in so many ways that has changed your life, and you have just kept right on fighting. I love you the way you are, no matter what happened to you in the past, or what might happen in the future. You’re perfect to me, and I love you so, so much.” “Thank you,” Remus said. “Anything for you, my love,” Sirius replied.

I'll no pressure tag: @lucigoo @theresthesnitch @blitheringmcgonagall @lavenderhaze @heartofspells @just--vi @amethystheart2421 @littleoldrachel

[spindrifters]

marginalia. chapter 53, the benefactor.

“Where’s he gone?” asks Sirius.

“Away,” Grindelwald answers with a careless shrug, as if that should be enough. “You and I… we will speak honestly now, yes?”

“I wasn’t aware we were doing anything but.”

He waves a hand at that, as if to shoo him away. “Riddle has mentioned you.”

“Minister Riddle is generous.”

“Minister, bah.” Grindelwald coughs violently, doesn’t bother muffling it with his hand. Sirius doesn’t flinch. “A mudblood dressed in the clothes of better men.”

[impishtubist]

There probably is some meta to be found in the fact that the fandom had to make Remus a big tall broad-shouldered muscled buff handsome alpha jock sex god in order to ship him with Sirius...............hmm much to consider.

[siriussunday]

choose violence on

SIRIUS SUNDAY!

[resident-gay-bitch]

⭐️ Sirius Sundays ⭐️

Skirts are for boys too

It's safe to say that Sirius is quite mad. 

Honestly, why is a thing such as a uniform causing this much controversy throughout the school? So what if the girls decided to rock up in trousers one day? He would too, if he had boys looking up his skirt everytime he took to the staircase. It’s gross. 

It baffles him just how daft some people can be, calling the girls a bunch of queers for what they’re wearing on their bottom half. It’s even more ridiculous, considering they wear jeans and other types of trousers casually on the weekends, and Hogsmeade trips. He really can’t grasp why it’s so odd for them to suddenly rock up in the boys uniforms one day. 

So old fashioned, really. 

They’re sitting in the common room now, chatting as they usually do. And Mary states that she’s just going to go back to wearing a skirt tomorrow. She doesn’t want to deal with the comments all day. Marlene retaliates, saying she hates the fucking skirts, and Lily agrees, expressing how Thomas actually commented on her knickers the other day. However, by the end of the conversation, Lily and Mary decide that they’re going back to skirts, and Marlene angrily decides to suffer the commentary alone. 

Sirius thinks this is stupid. 

One, people should feel comfortable in their clothes. And two, who gives a fuck? Why are there specific gendered uniforms? Why can’t clothes just be clothes? 

So, after some thought, he knocks on the girls dormitory the next morning, and requests a skirt. 

They all give him weird looks, and he tells them it’s for a prank, of sorts. 

Marlene tosses her skirt at him with a huff, begging him to please take it, burn it, whatever he wants. And so Sirius takes it. 

And then he sauntered into the Great Hall for breakfast, right at the busiest moment, dressed in the girls uniform. 

Honestly, he looks quite good in it. He’s given it his own ruggish look, the shirt untucked, his tie all crooked, his robes slung over his arm rather than on so everyone can see. He’s even got some cute socks on with little frills on the top that he’d accidentally snatched from Mary on their group holiday over the summer that he was yet to return, and they stuck out over the top of his boots. 

As he entered the great hall, all eyes fell on him and silence took over. But he ignored it, smiling as he waved at his friends, twisting his wand out of his hair and plunking it on the table. 

“These things are drafty, it’s honestly nice.” He muttered, smoothing his skirt over his arse as he took a seat, “Though I get what you mean about them being short. I don’t think I’ve ever had so much thigh on display. I doubt I’ll do any bending over of any sort today.”

Marlene was laughing her arse off, “It’s probably because you’re almost a foot taller than me, Black. If I knew you were planning on wearing it I would have said something.”

“Hmm, well, I’m sure someone will appreciate it.” 

Marlene snickered, elbowing Remus in the side, “Yeah, someone.”

“Piss off.” He muttered under his breath. 

“How long do you think it will take for him to get dress-coded?” Lily asked. 

“Depends how homophobic the teachers are.“ He shrugged, “I do love a good challenge though, I thought the socks were a nice touch.”

“Yeah, that’s because they’re mine, you slag.” Mary muttered. 

“Isn’t a compliment to you that I incorporated them into my outfit?” He grinned at her, cheerily, making her laugh. 

“Do you reckon if we put some lipstick on him, ol’ Slyggy will think he's a girl?” James asked, nudging Peter. 

Peter snickered, “Yeah, he looks like one.”

“Maybe give him a bow?” Remus added, all of them teasing now, “A cute little pink one.” 

“Do you reckon he’s got a bra on under there?” Pete grinned. 

“Careful Mary, you might want to make sure he hasn’t stolen your knickers too.” 

Mary laughed, grinning over at Sirius, “Did you steal my knickers too, Sirius?” 

“I think if you put some eyeshadow on him too, you’ll even be able to trick Flitwick.” James said. 

“Oh, yeah, some sparkles would really bring out his eyes.” Remus added. 

“Get him all dolled up in pink.” Pete smirked. 

“I know you think you’re insulting me, but really all I’m getting from your commentary is that you think I’m pretty.” Sirius said, flipping his hair over his shoulder before getting himself some toast, “So go on, bag on about how gorgeous you think I am. All you’ll be doing is making me think you’re desperate for a shag.” 

“Oh, I think someones desperate for a shag.” Marlene commented, pumping her eyebrows over at Remus. 

Sirius sighed, sending her an unimpressed glare, “You say that as if you’re not desperate to get in Mary’s pants yourself-”

“Shuddup.” Marlene grumbled, blushing bright red. 

“Don’t tease her, Sirius.” Mary grinned. 

“Oh, so you all can tease me, but I can’t-”

“Mister Black.” The familiar echo of McGonagall's voice cut over their morning squabbles, and everyone looked up at her, looming over Sirius’ shoulder. 

“Morning, Minnie.” He said sheepishly, turning to grin up at her, “Lovely day, isn’t it? Sun's shining, birds are sing-”

McGonagall cleared her throat and pointed to the ground in front of her, a silent command for Sirius to stand before her. So, he bowed his head and hopped up from the table, hands tucked behind his back and toes turned together and everything. 

“Mister Black, considering the countless times I’ve had to tell you off and deduct points for your incorrect use of the uniform, I would have thought you’d have made yourself familiar with what's appropriate.” She eyed him over, “I can see now, that is not the case.”

“Sorry, Miss.” He muttered, blushing down at his feet. 

“If you are not changed into the appropriate uniform by your first class, I will have to deduct twenty points from Gryffindor. Do you understand me, Mister Black?” 

Sirius cleared his throat and nodded up at her, “Yes, Miss.” 

“As I’ve told you before, black leather, low heeled lace up shoes, or a simple Mary-Jane are viable. Large boots are not.” 

“Wait-” Sirius glanced up at her, “You’re telling me off for my shoes?”

“What else would I be telling you off for, Mister Black?” She arched an eyebrow up at him, the tiniest of grins on her lips. 

“I…” He smiled, nodding his head at her, “No, nothing, Miss. Promise I’ll fix my shoes for class.” 

“Very well.” She nodded, taking a few steps forward to quietly whisper to him in passing, “If any Professors try to tell you to change from that skirt today, Mister Black, come find me. I will not allow any detentions for that.” She smiled, swishing her wand down at his skirt to subtly make it grow a few inches. 

He smiled up at her as she drifted down the hall, smoothing his hands over his skirt, now at a more appropriate length down his thighs. He laughed and sat back down at the table, and Mary leaned into him, grabbing his hair to give him a couple of braids. 

“I can’t believe you just got away with that.” Remus muttered. 

“I can.” Marlene shrugged, stirring her porridge around sloppily, “She’s bloody brilliant about that stuff, doesn’t give a fuck. She’s trying to persuade Dumbledore to add girls' trousers to the uniform, you know, cause they’ll fit better.” 

As Mary braided his hair, and the lot of them continued to eat their breakfast, some crude commentary was thrown around the hall. A lot of students tried to taunt Sirius, calling him a queer or a transexual, but he simply chose to ignore it. By the end of breakfast, James was so red in the face about all the rude shit said about his best friend, he looked as though he were about to burst. 

“It’s bloody stupid.” He said, stomping his feet as they all moved back to the Gryffindor tower so Sirius could change his shoes before class. “So bloody stupid, who cares if he’s in a skirt? It’s just a skirt! Just clothes-”

“That’s exactly the point, James.” Sirius smiled back at him, “Honestly, the whole point of this was to stir a little attention. Not one person has said anything about Marlene today, have they?” 

“Wait, what?” Marlene asked, furrowing her brow at him, “You did this because…”

“Yeah, I guess?” Sirius shrugged, “I’ve also just always wanted to try a skirt on. Really, the draft is lovely.” 

“Is this… a protest?” Lily asked, “Are you protesting the bloody uniforms?” 

“Yeah, I ‘spose.” He said, marching towards the staircase in the common room, “I mean, who gives a fuck about what clothes you wear, right? And if you wear pants enough, and I wear a bloody skirt enough, they’ll stop commenting on it.” 

“You plan on wearing it again?” Mary asked. 

“Yeah?” Sirius smiled at her, stopping on the bottom staircase, “You heard what those gits said, I’m pretty.” He laughed before bounding up the stairs. 

The girls chased after him, bombarding him with questions that he thought may have been a little much. It was just a skirt, and so what if he’s queer? He’s not wearing a skirt because he’s queer. He’s just wearing a skirt because he wants to wear a skirt and he thinks it’s stupid that people think he can’t wear a skirt. What about it? 

By the time he’s come back down, Lily’s stuck flower pins in his braids, and Mary’s given him her raspberry lipgloss to try out. And on his feet are a pair of Marlene's old Mary-Janes that they had to use an enlargement charm on. Honestly, he feels pretty great. 

They come back down to the common room chatting amongst themselves about very regular things, when the boys are suddenly awkwardly shuffling towards them. 

“What’s your problem?” Sirius asks with a quirk of his eyebrow, “I swear, if you’re going to tell me to take all of this off-”

“No.” James cuts in, “We think it’s brilliant.” 

“Yeah, pretty…” Remus sighed, his eyes skating over Sirius again, “Uh- I mean, yeah, brilliant.” 

“We want in.” Peter said, leaning in front of James, “On the skirt thing.”

“How about a trade?” James grinned, puffing his chest up, “We’ll lend you girls our trousers, and you lend us your skirts?”

Mary and Lily looked between each other, then back at the boys with grins, “I mean, we already have trousers…”

“Oh, right.” Remus nodded, looking down at the ground. 

“You can have our skirts though.” 

They were all immediately elated. 

“If you let us make you all pretty.” Mary cut in. 

“Oh, this is gonna be brilliant.” Marlene chuckled. 

“Dibs on Lily giving me a makeover!” James said, already bounding up the stairs. 

By the time they came back down, they were almost late for class. All four boys in skirts, lip gloss, with pins and barretts and braids and pigtails in their hair. Sirius thought they all looked very pretty, actually. And the girls were elated, dressed in their comfy trousers finally. And yeah, no one said shit about the girls uniforms when the Marauders walked into class in skirts. 

And by the end of the week, no one had any more negative commentary to say about it. Sirius' trousers were long abandoned.

also heres some art i did for this:

[soup-of-the-daisies]

Sunday Snippet

Thank you @gracelesslady23 for tagging me ♥️♥️

Here’s some Slytherin!James&Sirius, when they’re still ickle firsties (because James made the decision to waltz over to Slytherin the moment Sirius look briefly devastated at being sorted there, thank you very much)

“What kind of powerplay is that?” James mutters distastefully at Sirius, when Malfoy somehow manages to make one of his yearmates kneel before him. There’s a glint in Malfoy’s eyes that reminds Sirius of Bella whenever she outsmarts uncle Cygnus or manages to shut aunt Druella up. Bella, thankfully, isn’t here—but Cissa is eyeing Malfoy up with unguarded interest. “Are all Slytherins like this?”

“You’re a Slytherin,” Sirius replies quietly. “We’re Slytherins.”

James glances at his robes like he’s forgotten what house he’s in. “Well,” he says then, “we’re never doing that, though.”

Sirius whispers his agreement, though he knows they might have to if they ever want to climb to unspoken ranks. But he agrees, and James slings an arm over his shoulders and tugs him closer with a pleased little smile, and Sirius somehow has the feeling that he’d do anything James Potter will ask of him.

Tagging: @sailordogstar @strugglequill @solitaire-sol @plecotusauritus and anyone who’d like to do this :)

[siriuslyasorceress]

(Belated) Sunday snippet

Thanks for the tag @mycupofrum

Bit more of Supernova which is the story that is almost done now 🎉

“So, Padfoot doesn’t seem to like Lily very much,” he probes when they are back in the dorm.

“Padfoot doesn’t like having his nap time interrupted,” Sirius retorts with a toothpick in his hand, “and Sirius really doesn’t like to pick wooden bits out of his teeth. I swear by Merlin, Prongs, I will use some nasty hex next time if you play fetch again.”

James has a hard time holding back a grin at that. “Pff, you are not the one having to say no to Padfoot! It’s impossible! If you don’t want Pads to play fetch with a stick, then get your inner animal under control.”

“Oh that’s rich coming from you!” Sirius points a finger at him, “You have eaten yourself through half a ton of Hagrid’s pumpkins before I got you to even consider moving.”

“Well, at least pumpkin is actually good for deer!” James says exasperated, “Need I remind you of the time you thought you would die because Padfoot ate some chocolate?” To be fair, once they had established that Sirius was indeed not in any danger of dying, it had been a rather hilarious.

“Circe, I will never live this down. It smelled really nice, alright?” There is a light dimple on Sirius’ cheek, showing that he is working very hard not to burst out into a grin first. James loses that fight, like he does every time when he gets Sirius riled up and ready to burst into laughter.

Only when he is lying in bed does he realise that he hadn’t really gotten an answer to his question. Not one that he believes anyway. Adding this to Sirius’ recent rather erratic behaviour paints a picture that he is only now beginning to unravel, slotting the small details together that he had collected over the past months.

Tagging anyone who would like to ❤️

[way2gosuperrstarr]

'no worms you cant change your sonas name AGAIN. please youve already done it on this one character like 3 times–' TOO LATE. i already did it. name change beam upon ye, fool