#post sirius black in Azkaban

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Traumatized men in their thirties stitching the pieces of their lives back together, realizing that a patchwork quilt can be just as beautiful as unbroken fabric

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Their bed of ashes

~Look, I posted this two years ago on AO3, enjoy it here now~

…On both sides the vow was broken Oh my my, I'm the one Trying to hide this damage done One day, all our secrets will be spoken…

The scrawny black dog walks quickly inside once Remus opens the door. He doesn’t turn around right away. Locking the door, he notices the animal panting has ceased and hears a wholly human sigh. It is not hard for him to distinguish these sounds-not when his flat is quiet, not when he knows this panting and this breathing in his bones.

“Dumbledore wants me to stay with you for a while” Sirius begins.

It is unnecessary. Dumbledore sent an owl explaining. The almighty conductor of their lives orchestrated this, down to the exact time Sirius is supposed to show up.

Remus wants to be rude and stay quiet but gives in to the expectant silence. “It would be foolish not to follow his suggestions.”

“Suggestion… you make it sound like I have a choice.”

“I suppose you don’t. You’re not a free man, Sirius, but if the idea of living with me is so repulsive to you, I am sure you will find another way.”

Nothing in Sirius’ tone suggests that, but Remus is grasping at air just to feel offended. He is looking for that bitter hatred he lived with for twelve years, for the indifference which set in beside it after a while. One does not spend over a decade nurturing these feelings only for them to buckle under the pressure of truth. He wants to be resentful, for Sirius to antagonise him, for Sirius to want him. In this new normal, where the love of his young adult life is not a traitorous bastard, he wants Sirius to be everything to him, and nothing at all. His mind is not made up and he’s fighting, fighting…

It should be easy. He is innocent, innocent. Remus knew the whole story now, the full truth. It wasn’t me, Remus…. Moony, I didn’t do it. Sirius’ averment sounds in his head as clear as when he had first heard it in the Shrieking Shack. This reality refuses to seep into Remus’s body and lingers on his skin, suffocates him, poisons him. Sirius’ exoneration spelled Remus’ culpability. It is impossible to consider oneself as the person who turned their back on their lover and friend, as the one who believed in a previously unthinkable notion. It is impossible to look in the mirror and accept this about yourself, Remus considers. Sirius’ presence in his flat is choking him.

Whether they stand in the hallway for seconds or minutes Remus does not know. He forces himself down to the living room and Sirius silently follows.

“I don’t have much, but the couch should be comfortable enough to sleep on. I learned this spell…” Remus stutters. He only learned the spell because he knew Sirius would stay with him. “It makes the couch pillows fluffier.”

“Cheers” says Sirius, more polite than he ever was. There exists no universe where Sirius does not realise Remus did this for him only.

“Bathroom, as well. Left you a towel.”

Sirius only nods this time and heads into the shower.

***

Nothing comes effortlessly in the days after for them. In many ways one man had lived a life, whereas the other was stuck into a non-reality from 13 years ago. It is uncomfortable to Remus to live with a man who thinks he knows him. It is troubling that in so many ways Sirius still does. Remus is continuously unsettled, not least by the fact that money is so tight he doesn’t know if he’ll be able to continue to support Sirius, as well as himself.

It is the third evening they spend in silence over tea when Sirius, without sharing his intentions walks out of the house as a dog. They have not discussed this. It seemed only sensible for Remus to believe Sirius would stay inside at all times. Another cage, perhaps. And so he is stunned when he has to get up and close the door after the dog, not knowing if he will see it again or what it would bring back.

Sirius, naturally, returns after a while.

“Where did you get these?” Remus asks motioning to the groceries Sirius piles on the table.

“I stole them from a muggle shop.”

A nonchalant answer.

“Sirius, this is a crime, even in the muggle world.”

“If I go to jail again, Lupin, it’ll be because I murdered 13 people. I might as well get us some eggs along the way, seeing as you’ve been so worried about feeding us.”

“You didn’t murder anyone” Remus observes and neglects to comment on the other part of Sirius’ statement, the one which is actually true.

“It doesn’t matter.”

“It matters tome.” 

Remus wanted to stop himself from saying anything. He doesn’t want to give Sirius a wider view into his mind, yet it is so, so hard to keep away from someone who’s intertwined with you.

“You haven’t a clue what it’s like there, Lupin. At least now I can get food when I’m starving, whatever the means.”

An animosity builds up in Remus. The longest conversation they’ve held since the fugitive arrived is about to turn into an argument and Remus wants it to. Sirius, if uncoerced, will bottle his character for ever. However scared Remus is of what’s about to burst out of himself, he is tenfold more curious to see, actually see Sirius. Though he dismissed it a few days ago, when he caught Sirius crying over an old Charms textbook, now suddenly he wants to know.

“You’ve not spoken to me since you got here, Black, to give me a clue.” His tongue turns to ice. Sirius was many things, never a true Black; and so this is meant as an insult, though Remus only manages to convey the disdain in being called “Lupin” by Sirius.

“How am I to speak to you when you’re in the other room? Or when you won’t even look at me? I don’t believe either of us has mastered telepathy recently, but do correct me if I’m wrong.” All of this, said in a hurt tone Sirius has never used before, stabs Remus at the right place. Identifying and exploiting weak spots is evidently not one of the excellent qualities Sirius has parted with in Azkaban.

Remus’ face is burning with shame. Trapped in his mind for the past few days, debating what to do, he had failed to act in any way. He had drifted in and out of Sirius’ living space, but paid him no attention. There was something, though Remus cannot pinpoint it exactly, that Sirius is avoiding. He is as much afraid to find himself in this scene as Remus is.   

“I’m listening now.” He looks up then. Sirius is facing the window overlooking the tiny backyard. His shoulders, Remus thinks he can see it even through his shirt, are scarred and tense. He waves his hand in a there’s nothing to say motion.

Remus takes two steps toward him, wants to grab him and force him around. Sirius flinches at the movement behind him.

“This war, Lupin…”

“Stop calling me that!” he can’t help himself. It’s painful beyond belief to be addressed as a stranger by the man who… the one who has known him more intimately than anyone.

“This war has made me a monster. I don’t want you to know him. He should be locked up.” Sirius states, now facing Remus. His eyes are sunken and wet. Remus waits, but silence settles again.

“Is this it? You come to my house afteryearsand give me this? You used to be boisterous, Padfoot, never would shut up. Now, when it matters, when this conversation is theonly thing that matters to me, you refuse me.”

Sirius offers nothing in the way of words. His expression, should Remus choose to notice it, betrays it all. A selfish desire to learn every detail and to continue hearing Sirius’ voice blinds Remus. He presses deeper into a wound both men know is not healed, the depths of which are only clear to one of them. The other speaks:

“I have dreamed of you, and I have missed you. I have wanted to be in a room with you again for thirteen years. And now you don’t want me to know. You don’t want me.”

“Moony…”

“Don’t.”

“I have nothing to give you.”

“Why not? Curse got it? Did someone curse...”

“FEAR GOT IT, REMUS! I’m scared.”

A shout. A beat. Then many tears. Sirius slumps in the armchair, cries; Remus remains rooted next to the fireplace. It is this, Sirius’ restrained weeping, which makes Remus grasp it. He doesn’t want to know, even if Sirius wanted to tell him, even if Sirius wasn’t horrified like a child of the dark. He had been keeping exclusively to himself, and Remus had been holding a grudge, feeling like he was owed an explanation, offended from being ignored. After all, he was the one who had spent over a decade believing his lover had murdered their friends and twelve other muggles, just because they were there. He, Remus, had had to spend countless nights trying to make sense of the reality which he was abruptly thrust in, one which didn’t match up with his private experiences and feelings. Remus was the one stuck having to believe Sirius was guilty. A now shameful notion had been infesting Remus’ mind ever since the Shrieking Shack-Sirius had had it easy in Azkaban, comforted by the absolute thought of his own innocence. The others had had to battle, while the dog remained inside, and his only mission was to remember his inculpability.

Remus feels himself a fool. The horrors of Azkaban had taken a discernible toll on Sirius’ appearance, a toll Remus noticed, and which should have at once made him stop comparing miseries beyond his understanding. The man he had once loved is no more. The malnourished being in front of him is overcome by only one emotion. Fear, something which was not in Sirius’ repertoire, the Sirius who went to Azkaban, has consumed him. One man goes in, another one comes out. An echo of Barty Crouch Jr’s swap with his mother, though the transformation here is much harsher. Remus mustn’t drill any more. He must apologize, though no words are powerful enough.

“Okay” he says, “okay, Sirius, you don’t have to. Here-”

Remus levitates a blanket from the couch, and it drapes itself gracefully around Sirius’s body. He continues crying.

“What’s the spell?” Sirius asks.

“Which one?”

“This… the blanket… you made it come to me.”

Remus tells him, confused.

“Do you realize, Moony, that I couldn’t use magic for twelve years?”

Remus hadn’t. The spell lingers in the air inappropriately. The memory of Sirius upset over the charms textbook is a slap across the face. The dread unravels, and so does Sirius, in a precipitous manner. Remus kneels next to him because there is nothing else to do. Really, what could be done? What one sentence disperses 13 years’ worth of guilt, despair, loneliness, and loss?

“They won’t get you again. I will protect you. My word.”

A promise which cannot be kept. Sirius has been back in Remus’ life for mere months, and already Remus is falling back into his old habits of needing to protect Sirius at all cost. He cannot guarantee safety, or anything really, but he wants to, how he craves to… 

When Remus takes Sirius’ bony hand, a hand which feels completely foreign in his own, he knows Sirius will not stop crying. He wants to weep himself. How unjust and ugly the scene is now overwhelms him. So much time has passed that hope seems foolish, and any action-inadequate. They have shared desperate moments in a past long forgotten, but torture like this was unknown to Remus.

What needs to happen? In this instant, a hug, a kiss, a declaration. Tomorrow, the same repeated. It is unsustainable. Two outcasts cannot pull through together on love alone. Neither has more to offer to the other, both need so much more. Remus had listened to Dumbledore’s speech when the old man insisted that happiness can be found even in the darkest of times. Foolish words, empty. What action turns on the light? How will they become unstuck? The wave of a hand, a flick of a wand?

More broken than ever, Remus kisses Sirius, presents him this useless gesture. He had expected his heart to unclench, but the feeling never comes. The man he doesn’t know kisses back though coyly, still crying. The old lovers, the strangers freeze in this moment, but a callous misery is wrenched there as well. Voldemort seems to have destroyed only the things he values least-hope, relationships, and happiness.

It is late. Or it is early. A crippled Sirius and a desperate Remus share this night, and nothing more.

…Underneath this bed of ashes, still withholding everything Like we were never close…

[wingedhallows]

"i'm older than you think." ; sirius black

pairing: sirius x reader | 1k words plot: Sirius is taken aback that you're actually older than you look. prompt: "I'm older than you think." authors note: just a little something that came to me some nights ago.

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The Black’s family home was lively, more than what you expected. Two redheads rushed past you as you brought a hand through your hair. The strong wind had messed with it. 

“Get back here you two!” a woman, also with red hair, yelled after them.

“Oh, hello, dear.” she spoke, her voice gentler.”Hello.” You answered. “Y/N, there you are.” Tonks' voice came from behind the red headed woman. A small smile spread on your face as your friend approached. “For a moment I thought you wouldn’t come, come on.” 

She engulfed you in a hug and rubbed your back in a comforting manner. With an iron grip, she dragged you into the kitchen. “I didn’t know we would have another guest, here, let me fetch another set for you.” The woman chuckled as she pushed past you two. “No need-”Don’t try, that’s Molly Weasly, just eat.” Tonks laughed as she pulled you through the door.

Around the big kitchen table sat a few more red heads, some teenagers and adults.

“Everyone, this is Y/N L/N. She’s one of the greatest Aurors I know and hopefully, after tonight, a member of the Order.” Tonks announced, a comforting hand on your shoulder as she pushed you towards the table. A man, curly hair framing his handsome bearded face and a sly smile beaming towards you, held his hand out for you to take. 

"Sirius Black, the owner of this lovely house. I’m glad a more beautiful person is joining us. Nice to meet you, love.” He spoke before he kissed your hand with a grin on his face. A certain heat crept onto your cheeks as you shot him a grin yourself.

“Nice to meet you as well, Mr. Black. This house is indeed very lovely, so bright and colorful.” You chuckled. His eyebrows shot up and a laugh escaped his mouth. 

“And she’s got humor, merlin.”

“Holy, get a room.” Tonks spat with widened eyes. She grabbed your arm and pushed you down onto a chair. “Here you go.” Molly grabbed your shoulder and placed a bowl of food in front of you. Without another word of refusal you ate what Molly had given you. You didn’t miss the many times Sirius had glanced your way.

After the meeting and your agreement to join the Order and help Harry Potter, Sirius’ godson, to help defeat Lord Voldemort, Remus Lupin had asked for another drink and you agreed to stay. Harry and his friends had gone upstairs an hour ago claiming to go to bed, though you believed otherwise. Sirius had seated himself across from you.

“So, you’re an Auror?” with a sip from your cup you nodded. “I became one right after graduation, I’ve been one ever since.” You shot him a smile and reached for your pack of cigarettes. 

With a small smile on your face you held out the pack for him. “Want one?” he shot you a smile and nodded his head. “I’d love one.” you chuckled. After lighting your stick you leaned over the table to light his. His eyes widened as you came closer as expected.

“As an Auror, you must be in grave danger.” He spoke. It was only you two, the others were immersed in their own conversations.

“It’s always dangerous, feels nearer than it did last time though.” His eyebrows furrowed and he chuckled as he blew some more smoke from his lips. You did the same. “Last time?” you nodded and took another sip from your cup.

“The first war?” You tried, he didn’t get it though.

“What would you know of the first war? You’re barely an adult, we all know Tonks’ hardly one.” He stomped out his cigarette and without a warning a laugh escaped you. “Oh, merlin.” You heaved, wiping the non existing tears.

“What’s so funny?” he spoke, a unsure smirk on his face. “Mr. Black-” you had to laugh again.  “This is truly hilarious.” you paused

“I’m older than you think.” you took a sip from your cup and a big smile spread on your face once again. 

“What?” he managed to say, the cup of firewhiskey in front of him long forgotten. You lit yourself another cigarette and gave him a smile.

“We went to Hogwarts around the same time, I think.” you paused and his eyebrows furrowed once again. “You were a fourth or fifth year. I mean who could ever forget the great and mighty Marauders?” His mouth had opened in disbelief.

“I’m almost ten years older than your cousin.” you whispered.

“So-”Yes, I’m almost as old as you, so.” He shook his head and stood from the table. With his cup in hand he made his way next to you.

“Well, forgive me, darling. You look hardly a day over twenty.” You had to laugh again and shook your head.

“Flattery will get you everywhere, Mr. Black.” he clasped your hand in his and gave you another smile. “Please call me Sirius, love.” you nodded and took another sip of your drink.

“And since the Firewhiskey is slowly loosening my tongue, I believe that I do not feel ashamed to say that I'm slowly starting to fancy you, Y/N.” you stopped yourself from laughing and nodded at him.

“I’m afraid, me too.” A wide smile spread on his face as he came close.

“Good, then I get to do this.” with a hand on your cheek he came closer. His warm lips connected with yours and with almost rehearsed movements you kissed. Your hand found the back of his head, the other sat on his neck.

 “Ew, you two.” Tonks spat and Remus had to laugh at the sight of you two.

“Definitely hardly an adult.” Sirius chuckled.

You two were out of breath as you rested your head in the crook of his neck with a grin on your face.

[outromoony]

*Post Azkaban*

Sirius: How could you recognize me after all these years?

Remus: What a stupid question. I’ve known the shape of you in my soul long before I ever saw your face. You’ve been a part of me for so long, written into every beat of my heart. Time could never erase that.

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Honey, I’m Home-!

Sirius Black x Mom! Reader

Ever since Sirius was sent to Azkaban, you were the one in charge of raising Harry. Doing your best, and lucky to have Remus to help. Because of that, a certain Rat wasn’t able to avoid any of your gazes. When Harry’s third year came to a end, you were given quite a surprise at the train station

Warnings 18+, P in V, Female Reader, high emotions, hurt comfort, fluffy and heated sex, getting back together, implied breeding kink, taking care of your man with baths food and you, sir this bed is about to be destroyed with how hard he’s going to rail you. Also, implied Wolfstar/ Remus x You/Poly situation deal up in here hehehehe

“Harry-!” You called, with a smile. Always there to pick him up from the station, every single time. As a good parent would. Ever since you found out he had such a risk to end up at the Dursleys, like hell you would let that happen. Made you pamper him a bit, given your good friends lost their lives for him. But like hell he didn’t deserve it.

“Shhh shh-!” Harry was soon hushing his friends, leaving you confused. Hermione and Ron quick to hush up, while Remus would set the last of the bags off the train. Wanting to help out, since there were so many Weasleys to worry about. The way he smiled, you were even more curious. You couldn’t recall the last time he looked so relieved. Was there a change in laws that permitted him to work at Hogwarts?

“Children, settle down. Settle down. Go on and show her the surprise.” He teases them, as he would help Molly with the rest of the Weasleys. He threw you a wink, which had you very confused. Not what did that Marauder have in mind this time?

“Mum…..Can we get a dog?” Harry asked you, as the trio stood next to each other. With cuts and bruises all over, but smiling. Even Ron seemed chipper, despite the fact he was in crutch. The hell did those three get into this time?

“A dog-? Harry….You know why we can’t get a dog.” You sighed, not wanting to have this discussion again. With out Sirius, you just couldn’t. Any dog was to painful of a reminder. Oh how you miss your padfoot. What you would give to see him again.

“Mum, please? He’s got no where else to go. Just look at him-“ Harry pleaded, as the trio stepped aside. The dog now exposed to you. Was so painfully skinny, yet also so furry at the same time. Matted fur, and just looking like a grim. He looked so much like Sirius, but so dead as well. Your heart just couldn’t say no this time.

The defeated sigh had them cheer, as Remus returned. Still giving you this coy smile, that had you furrow your brows. You felt like you were missing something, but you didn’t know what. You just knew that it was time to take everyone home.

With Harry hugging his friends goodbye, while this new dog stuck close to your legs, Remus would catch up quickly with Molly. Explaining something. You swore it was about Scabbers, but the new playmate was keeping your attention. Suddenly jumping on you, and licking your face.

“ACK-! HEEL HEEL-!” You called, as the dog was just to strong. How was something so fragile so durable? Reminded you of Sirius. How even in his dog form he was able to tackle people down. Was just making your heart hurt more, which in a morbid sense made you unable to refuse the dog either.

“Mum, Uncle Remus said you should head home with our new dog. He needs me to stay here and catch Mrs. Weasley up on stuff.” The way he fidgeted with his glasses told you it was a mixture of a lie and some truths. What the hell were these people planning? Was this some scheme to help you move on? Accept Sirius was never coming back? That hurt, but also a point was made. Who can escape Azkaban?

“Alright. But be home before dark.” You warned, as you kissed his forehead. Right on his scar, which made him smile. He made sure to give you a hug, before quickly returning to the red heads. Poor Molly looked ready to faint. Make that she did, and the twins had to catch her. Yeah, like hell you wanted to be involved with that.

“Alright, let’s-“ But the dog was running. Right through the wall, with no hesitation. You were flabbergasted, but had no time to think. Harry’s new dog was running off. No way you wanted his poor heart broken over that. So, you ran after it. Trying to catch up, but it seemed high on life.

“GET BACK HERE-!” You hollered, as the dog was running like it was the last thing it could ever do. You were so focused on trying to catch up to it, you barely noticed where you were running towards. By the time you finally caught up, you were wheezing. Hands on your knees, as the door the dog stopped at opened.

“About time Master and Mistress Black returned.” Kreacher sneered, as the dog hurried inside. Did he say what you think he said? No way. That can’t be Sirius. No way in hell. Looks like him, but he’s in Azkaban. You don’t just escape Azkaban. Sure, the daily prophet said he did. But it was more than likely gossip gone wild. You swore every week they said someone did, only for them to be returned the next day.

“Kreacher, phew, give me a minute here.” You coughed, as you stumbled inside. Left for the building to vanish, in the early morning fog. As if it was never there. Leaving you to be alone, with the elf and dog, as you hung up your coat.

You did your best with making the home more live able. The spare rooms built for whenever Harry wanted friends over for the summers. Along with just a safe haven for friends in need of a stay. You turned what was once a cage, into a proper home. Seemed the dog loved it, as it was quick to run up the stairs. Bolting past the curtained painting, and straight to your bedroom.

“How does it….No. no this can’t be. No way…” It was starting to become harder to deny, as you walked up the stairs. By the time you reached the door, you heard it. That familiar eerie bone cracking, when a animagus was changing forms. No way. It couldn’t be. It can’t-

“Home sweet home-“ That gruff voice sung to you, as you opened the door. There he was. Your husband. Your world. Your everything. Standing there, bending his back, as he sported a tattered Azkaban uniform. Bloody, dirty, hardly clothing at all. Hair a mangled mess, and in desempate need of a bath and shave. He was so sickly thin, the very thin fabric was just a sheet on him. Hardly could process it, when those dark eyes locked on yours. Hair so long now, and body tattered. No matter the design, it was still him. Your Sirius.

“Hardly changed a day…” He dreamily said, with that exhausted smile. He was so drained, but you could still see the pure joy in his eyes. He was home. He was with you, and could be there for Harry now. His best friend Remus was in his life again. He’s not in that damn prison, and he’s in your sight once more.

You didn’t care about the grime, as you practically fell into his arms. Sobbing in joy, as he held you close. Despite his thinner structure, he was able to hold you tightly. As tightly as he could, and sway with you. No need for words. Just gentle tears.

That was why Remus was so coy, and why Harry had you two run off. You two needed time to reconnect. Even so young, Harry could grasp how important this was. Guess you were rasing him right. Seemed also that Kreacher might have missed Sirius as well, because you could hear a bath being run. No one asked for it, but he did it. His own free choice. He missed him, in his own way.

“Darling, I love you so much. I really do, but I am so fucking gross right now. You know I’m being honest when even I’m unable to handle my own stink. I’ve had sex with Moony under a full moon. I’m GROSS gross right now. I will kill for a bath-“ He went on, making you just laugh with your tears. Despite the years in such a horrific prison, he was still himself. Guess he was always a little insane.

You didn’t let him go an inch, as you trailed after him to the bathroom. More than happy to help him wash. Just enjoying the needed intimate moment. Just a wife, washing her husband. By god was he filthy. By the time Harry and Remus returned, he was finally drying off. You had no idea if the bathtub will ever recover. Least he was now in his favorite black robe.

“I’ve got dinner handled, don’t worry-!” Remus called, as Sirius would come down the stairs with you. Unable to let go of his arm, and he hardly complained. He missed your touch all the same, as you two would enter the dinning room. Where Harry sat.

“Guess we better start from the beginning.” Harry murmured. You had already gotten used to your son’s insane adventures, but this one took the cake. He got his god father out of Azkaban, somehow-? Yeah, you were sitting down for this. Mindlessly playing with the exposed chest hair you could grab, as the trio of misfits began to explain.

Even while eating, more like Sirius devouring anything in sight, there was so much to discuss. Was mostly Remus, and Harry, speaking. Given Sirius was more so busy hiding during that time frame. Oh how your heart had broken, and repaired, over and over from it all. Your poor husband. But, he’s back now. He’s back, and he’s never leaving you again.

“I know you are my god father and all, but….Do I call you dad now-?” Harry asked. He’s thirteen, still a child after all. It’s going to be a lot to process, even by Wizard standards. With his meal finished, Sirius did have to think a moment. Dispite the fact Harry knew Sirius from stories, because of you and Remus, he was still a stranger after all.

“Uncle Padfoot will work just fine.” He smiled, as he ruffled Harry’s hair. That made the young teen give an awkward grin, as there was something to work with now. Uncle Moony and Uncle Padfoot. It’s a start, and you couldn’t be happier. Just staring with such love to him, with your head on his shoulder. Taking in that scent, as Remus was unable to stop his smile to.

“Harry, dear, why don’t we go out for a walk. Hm?” Remus asked him, making the boy raise a brow. Why would he want to….Oh. Right. Remus would give a gentle head nudge towards the door, and Harry was quick to get the message. Grabbing his jacket, wand, and chasing after his uncle. Not wanting to say another word, as he really rather not think about his mother’s sex life. Even if it’s with his god father.

The second the door closed, you were yanked from your chair. You gave a squeak, as you were tossed over his shoulder. Just like the old days at school. Whenever he wanted your attention, he simply tossed you over his shoulder. Forcing you to pay attention to him, as he would steal you to a private room for a discussion.

“I’m not letting you out of that bed until the head board breaks-“ He warned, as that had your heart racing. Twelve years is a long time, and there was most certainly some catching up to do. You couldn’t deny that, as you watch the stairs trail behind him. Escorting you to your once shared bedroom. Now together again.

You were plopped right on the bed, and he was on you like the hungry dog he was. Stealing you into his lips, and you couldn’t stop your moaning. It had been so long. You needed him as badly as he needed you. How you were enjoying the new long hair, and tangling your fingers into it. Needing as much skin as you could get from him.

He was more than happy to give it to you. The robe thrown aside, as he was pulling at your clothes. Not giving damn if they tore. Nothing else mattered in this moment. He wanted to fuck his wife, and by god was he going to. Twelve years, in Azkaban. He’s going to get all twelve years of pent up desire out in one night. Will your body recover? Do you even care?

“Sirius-“ You sighed, as he finally got your top off. His face buried into your chest, as he snapped your bra strap off. Tossing it aside, as he drank you up. Just feeling your skin on his, and savoring the long missed flesh against his bearded face. Feeling that freshly softened hair on your chest felt so good. Every single fiber of your existence was on fire. Felt like you might implode.

“Not a day passed by, that I wasn’t thinking of you. You, Remus, Harry, you three were what kept me sane. I knew you three were safe with each other. Waiting for me. I came back. I came back, like I promised.” He sighed, as you felt the tears on your chest. Gentle fingers played with his hair, as to try and calm him down. Comforting him.

“I always knew you would.” You felt so silly thinking Remus would ever try and help you move on. Hypocrite he would have been. Human emotions be human emotions, and they were being carnal right now. Needing to burn and burn and burn.

“Have me again, like you’ve had me before.” You asked him, as you cupped his face. Having that thick beard nuzzle into your palm, as those dark eyes stared up to yours. So much pain in his face, but comfort in his eyes. It’s a long journey to recover, but his soul was still there. His body is damaged, but a body can repair. A mind is harder, and that was the battle. A battle he won.

With a kiss to your palm, he would soon attack your lips. Growling into you, as he pulled away the rest of your clothes. Needing to devour your body. Soon marking away at your neck, your chest, your arms. If there was anything his lips could grasp, and making sure you were marked. As if to remind the world you belonged to him, and he wasn’t going anywhere. Not anymore.

“Sirius, how can you still be such a tease?” You whined, as he was grazing his teeth over your thigh. Leaving a bite on your flesh. Letting himself enjoy the flavor of the tingling flesh under his tongue.

“What? I’m an old dog. Old dogs have bad habits.” He teased, before he finally allowed you to get some attention. He really didn’t change, and you were shocked. Never thought being abused could be useful. Only a Black would have such a morbid survival skill.

Before any more depressing thoughts could fill your head, you were able to enjoy the familiar sight. Your husband between your legs, with his cock rubbing against you. The tip of his cock coming into view, whenever he rolled his hips up and down. Rubbing right on your clit, and making you whimper. Sure you’ve played with yourself, but nothing beats his touch.

You both were gripping tightly. Him on your thighs, while you grabbed his shoulders. Needing to feel him in your hands. You both needed it so badly, but both held a near fear. As if afraid that it was all a dream. Luckily, he had the nerve to test that fear. Test it, as he finally pushed in.

“Fuck, I’ve missed this-“ He moaned, as his eyes rolled to the back of his head. The way he growled, and his body just shivered. Aching, and moaning. Might spill just then, if he didn’t stop. Just savoring the feeling of being back inside of you, and how your eyes watered from pure comfort. To have your husband back.

He would lean down, and kiss away your tears, before he allowed himself to move. Just moaning for you, as his nails dug into your flesh. Marking you more, as you moaned into each others mouths. Needing to drink in every last thing you both could offer. So much to catch up on, and to make up for.

With the tender moment passing, you were soon reminded of the wild man you married. The feeling of your legs being pushed towards your shoulders, as he tried to get into you deeper. With his hands now on your ankles, as he was snapping his hips into yours. Needing to make sure you felt ever inch of him.

You loved it, and missed it, all. The feeling of your arms around his neck, and tangling your fingers into his hair. How he growled into you, and the snarls. Oh how you loved how animalistic he was for you. How he would bark and howl at the beg and call to you. Your big bad wolf.

It was all you missed. Had you in a mixture of tears, and pure desire. How he wanted to fight your tears, and kissed you. As heated as he could, to make up for the years parted. To taste you, and savor you all over again. Just the sounds of your moans, the creaking bed, and the flesh on flesh.

You didn’t know how long it lasted, but you felt him pull your lip. Sinking his teeth into it. A typical sign that he was close. A need to ground himself, to last a little longer. Oh how you missed his little habits. That thrill of pain again sent you over, as you came with him. To be as connected as possible.

You expected to get a moment to savor the after glow, but he kept true to his word. You were soon tossed onto your stomach, with the ass in the air. Of course he wanted doggy. It’s cheesey, but a favorite. Suppose one more round could be mustered.

One more became two, and three, and soon you had to chug a Pepper Up potion to keep up. You lost track of the rounds, before you were laid on your back. Soaked in sweat, and sticky from it all. Sheets hardly on the bed, and you were certain there were cracks in the wood. Hardly could breathe, but it seemed he was satisfied.

“Pretty sure you fucked a dozen kids into me.” You wheezed, as he chuckled. Enjoying a much needed cigarette, but still making sure you were comforted. Having your head in his lap, as he played with your face. Admiring all your features.

“Good.” He snickered, as you swatted at his hand. The both of you able to share a laugh, as there was a soft knock at the door. All Sirius had to do was give a sniff in the air, and he knew who it was. A whistle was given, before he grabbed a pillow for you. So you could cover up, despite the fact Remus has certainly saw you naked many times.

“Feeling better now-? Could have used a silencing charm. Had to tell Harry Kreacher was fixing a wardrobe.” Remus scoffed, with a tray of needed drinks and snacks. He would set it down on the bed side table, before joining on the bed. He deserved to catch up with Sirius to. Fine by you.

With some shifting, you were soon snuggled between the two men. Sirius still playing with your hair, as the two men remained sitting up. Keeping their voices low, so you could drift. Just able to be safe, and warm, again. Snuggling your husband, and comforted by the sound of old memories.

What a wonderful lullaby.

[alltoounwellll]

after azkaban sirius notices the new scars. some fresher than others. winding themselves around remus’ body like jagged wire.

“show me your scars” he says one morning. their legs tangled together beneath linen sheets.

“why?” remus asks, shying away.

“because I want to see how many times you needed me and I wasn’t there.”

[postazkabansiriussupremacy]

All I want in life is to wake up next to Sirius😫

Sirius always wakes up first.

That’s just how it is and how it always will be. No matter the precautions he takes, he doesn’t sleep well after Azkaban. It’s impossible to be tortured for twelve years straight then sleep soundly afterward.

He has reoccurring nightmares: watching people die, looking at the corpses that were left to rot for several days before finally taken away, the incessant screams from other inmates, the dementors and all the horrors they brought with them, and on occasion he’d dream of the Potter’s and what their last moments may have looked like.

Sirius always wakes up cold, his eyes burning and throat contracting. It takes him a moment to get a hold of himself and his surroundings.

He’s not in Azkaban anymore. He’s in his bed.

Or rather your bed.

There are no cells or concrete walls covered in mold. It’s just your room, a bit messy and lived-in, but comfortably decorated. There are no smells of mildew or death, but there are nice hints of vanilla filling the air.

Taking in a breath, Sirius pulls the shared blanket up to his shoulders and lets his head sink into the pillow. He rolls onto his side and snakes an arm around your waist, pulling you closer until your back is flush against his chest. Your bare skin soft and warm, breathing in the scent of your shampoo, Sirius sighs contentedly and closes his eyes once more.

A few more minutes of sleep might do him some good.

[badgers-and-cats]

My Dirty Girl. (Sirius Black x fem!reader)

Masterlist

Synopsis: you hide some very suggestive photos for Sirius to find. 18+!!!

Warnings; age-gap. Reader is in early to mid 20’s. Unprotected PiV (wrap it before you tap it!!) Smut. Not proof read. I think that’s it.

I wasn’t sure how to end this… so apologies in advance!!

@postazkabansiriussupremacy I knew you particularly liked this when I sent it to you👀

A prison escapee, who was more than a decade older than yourself, and once known as the most wanted wizard was never somebody you thought you’d be so attracted to.

And you especially didn’t expect to be hiding your nudes for him to find. Hoping that the fact that the photos were just ordinary muggle photos that didn’t move, you used your mother’s old Polaroid camera to take them, every photo you took was more suggestive than the last.

You knew they were working. You saw and felt the lingering gazes during Order meetings, and the fact that he clearly found it a lot harder to talk to you, especially alone, knowing he’d seen your bare body.

What you didn’t expect, though, was for you to be hiding these photos for him for a month, and he has yet to make a move, you start to get impatient. So, after one Order meeting, you offer to stay over at 12 Grimmauld Place.

“You don’t have to,” he said to you, saying that he wouldn’t be alone in his childhood house, Remus and Tonks were staying over, he tried to argue.

He stopped arguing with the idea of you staying after you suggested to just talk over a bottle of wine. Sitting in the drawing room, your talking soon changes to flirting.

He knows you’re not exactly being subtle about your attraction to him - your suggestive photos in his room that are now covered in his cum prove that. But he cannot help but allow the age gap cause him a little bit of anxiety. Is somebody like him really somebody you’d like to spend your time with? Somebody you’d be attracted to?

His thoughts are interrupted by the feeling of your fingers softly on his thigh, it’s subtle enough for him to wonder if it’s intentional, but enough for him to notice it.

“So, what do I need to do get you to touch me?” You ask, after you both finish the bottle of wine.

“You shouldn’t want me,” he managed to get out, trying to ignore his cock hardening in his pants.

“But I do. Please, Sirius. Touch me.” You’re begging now, and he can sense the desperation in your voice, and how can he deny you such a request when he’s been longing for you for so long?

His lips are suddenly on yours. They taste of a mix of the wine you’ve just been sharing and a musky taste that you can’t quite place. They’re rough, his facial hair tickling your face.

His hands make their way to your hair, tugging gently as you make your way to sit on his lap - feeling his hard on instantly. You move your hips slowly and sensually, enjoying the feeling of his pants and his hard cock as you grind against him.

“Darling, you have no idea what you’re doing to me,” he groaned, pulling away from your lips, his cock now painfully hard.

“I know exactly what I’m doing,” you say, starting to unbutton his shirt, the moan he let out when the words left your mouth along with the feeling of your hips moving against somehow made you wetter than you were.

Once his shirt was unbuttoned, you helped him get it off, and a few short seconds later, he had taken your shirt off, groaning at the sight of your breasts right there in front of his eyes.

After your bra has been discarded of, his hands almost instantly make their way to touch them, squeezing them with his rough, large hands.

“They’re so much better in person,” he groaned before replacing his hands with his mouth, kissing and sucking eagrly, earning a high pitched moan from your mouth as your hands make their way to his hair - tugging gently.

“Not that I’m not enjoying this, but I’m desperate to feel you inside me,” you manage to get out, way too focused on the feeling of his mouth on your body.

“You’ve taken the words right out of my mouth, darling. I’ve imagined what it would feel like to fuck you for longer than you imagined,” he said, allowing you to get up to strip the rest of your clothes off, as he takes his off, freeing his cock, begging to be inside you.

“Then do it, I want you to fuck me Sirius. Claim me as yours,” you request, lying down on the couch, spreading your legs for the older, attractive wizard in front of you.

He swore he could cum just at the sight of you there in front of him. Legs spread, pussy glistening and begging him for attention.

Usually, he’d be embarrassed at how desperate he feels. But the combination of over a decade of being alone in Azkaban, the shameless flirting, and the drawer full of cum covered Polaroids of the very body in front of him, means he just doesn’t care. He wants to, in your words, claim you as his.

“You are truly magnificent. So beautiful. And all for me,” he compliments, his body now towering over yours, as he lines his cock up with your wet heat, giving it a few pumps first.

Usually, he’d tease, but he’s way too eager to feel your pussy welcome his cock, to feel its heat around him. He pushes the tip in at first to get a taste. And now that he has, he knows he won’t ever be the same again.

The next thrust that followed, he pushed his entire cock into your heat, so that he was now balls deep inside you. He groans at how tight and warm you feel, and you moan at how well he stretches you, you can feel every inch of his cock inside of you.

“Merlin, this is far better than I could’ve ever imagined. You’re going to be the death of me, I swear. You feel so good, gonna let me fuck you, sweet girl?”

“Yes, Sirius, please,” you’re begging now, you’d feel embarrassed at how desperate you sound, but you’re unable to focus on anything other than his cock pushing against your cervix.

Then, it’s like all hell let’s loose. He’s thrusting into you at an almost brutal pace - nothing but the sound of your moans, his hips against yours, and the wet sound of his cock in your pussy can be heard.

“My dirty girl. My dirty, dirty girl. All this time, this is what you wanted? Wanted me to fuck you senseless?” He manages to get out, before he starts his attack on your neck. Kisses, and bites all over, there’s certain to be marks once he’s done.

“I won’t last any longer, sweet girl. I'm going to fill your pretty pussy with my cum,” he says as you beg him to fill you up, with a string of pathetic moans and “please’s,” as you feel your own release coming.

“Let it go for me, pretty girl. Show me how much you’ve craved me this past month. Soak my cock and milk me dry,”

And with that, you let go with a high pitched moan, your pussy spasms around his cock, as he stills his hips against yours. His sweet cum painting your walls, filling you up nicely.

For the next minute or two, you stay in that position. His softening cock still inside of your cum-filled pussy, the sounds of you both catching your breath, and you playing with his hair. Both feeling more than content.

“I cannot tell you how long I’ve waiting for that. How much it exceeded my expectations,” you tell him, and he agrees, looking up at you and smiling, kissing your lips - a lot more softly than last time.

“There is one, small problem though,” he says.

“Which is?” You worry.

“I fear that Remus and Tonks may have heard us,” he says. Your face drops. You forgot they were staying over also.

“Though, I suppose it makes a change from them hearing me jerking off to your photos,” he jokes, as he winks, and before pecking your lips again and pulling out of you.

This new relationship is going to be an adventure, to say the least.

[blackcatworshipcommittee]

“Need help finding anything?”

“Oh- no, thanks. Just picking this up to help… a friend.”

(I didn’t feel like drawing in any detail 😂😭)

[iobsessoverfictionalmen]

Mystery of dreams and reality - part 4

AN: This is utter filth. If you're underage do not engage with this fic! Not only is this smut, and quite lengthy because it took on a life of its own, but there's also a twist at the end. This chapter contains mentions of imprisonment, blood, death, persecution, being chained up, and murder. It also contains a bit of pain play, hints of blood play, threesome (m/f/m), praise kink, unprotected sex, oral sex (female and male receiving), knotting, cum swallowing, d/s dynamics, swearing, breeding kink, dirty talk, and hints of jealousy.

Following Sirius' explanation, a gloomy air hung around Number 12 Grimmauld Place.  Kreacher seemed to pick up on it as well because the elf was a little politer to Sirius and frequently checked up on you.  You weren’t sure why you were feeling this way. 

You had a fantastic relationship with Sirius and the dreams that you were having were artificially and accidentally created by a potion.  So, why did you feel so upset at the fact that you knew that these dreams would be ending soon?

As the day drifted to a close and you cuddled into Sirius’ embrace, you still didn’t have an answer.  You were so preoccupied with your thoughts that for a few moments, you didn’t realise that you had closed your eyes.

Nothing could have prepared you for the sight that greeted you and what you felt when you reopened your eyes.

You were in a cell with your wrists bound.  Judging by the jeers, laughter, and clothing of the people outside of the cell, you estimated that you were in a small village, probably in the early 19th century.

“Like the chains little witch?” A man guffawed on the other side of your cell as your audience left the two of you alone with a few dark chuckles at your apparent misfortune, “I made them myself.  Go on, look at ‘em.”

At his prompting, you looked down at your manacled wrists.  At first glance, the binds themselves looked like they were made out of ordinary steel but as you continued to examine them, you noticed several runes etched on the shackles.

The man continued speaking while you looked at the runes, “Grabbed a book about your heathen sketches off another one of your kind when he came through ‘ere.” The man boasted, “If I’ve done it right an’ I think I have, you won’t be able to access your--”

In the distance, heavy sounding doors slammed open which distracted the man who was speaking and gave you the opportunity to identify some of the runes that had been etched onto the surface of the metal binding your wrists.  Thankfully, the runes hadn’t been drawn properly so they weren’t functional and they were merely decorative.  The desire to break your restraints and demonstrate just how magically powerful you actually were was growing stronger inside you with each passing second and you reached for the chain with your hands.

The man was still distracted, he seemed to be listening to the footsteps that were drawing closer, and you took advantage of his distracted state by gripping the chain tightly in your hands and channelling your magic.

The right-hand side link of the chain closest to you broke apart from a tiny push with your magic.  You had almost broken the other side when a familiar voice had your head shooting up in surprise.

“What exactly are you doing in here?”

“F—father Solomon,” the man who was taunting you stammered out, “I-I-I--”

“Would you kindly spit out whatever it is you are trying to say before I die of old age?” Father Solomon challenged mockingly.

The other man’s bluster seemed to have left him and he visibly shrunk in Father Solomon’s presence.  You were surprised to see the man who greatly resembled Sirius in purple, floor-length robes with a grey sash around his middle and an ornate silver cross hanging around his neck. He was wearing black pants and black boots as well.  His hair was about the same length as Sirius’ yet his grey eyes were cold as he stared down the other man.

“Well?” Father Solomon prompted impatiently.

“I wanted to pay my respects before the witch was sentenced to death,” the man whispered with his gaze on the floor.

“Oh?” Father Solomon stepped forwards and the other man appeared to be simultaneously wishing he was anywhere else and fighting the impulse to step backwards.  You had to give the man some credit, if Sirius had been staring at you like that, not even attempting to conceal his fury, you would have made any excuse to get out of his sight and possibly out of the country.

“I didn’t realise that you had taken over my position and had any knowledge of the obligations that a Church official must undertake before an individual is sent to the gallows.”

Your heart sank at the realisation that Father Solomon wasn’t here to save you despite how much he resembled Sirius.

“Of course not,” the other man stuttered, “my apologies Father Solomon.”

“Leave us!” The Father commanded and the man nodded rapidly, nearly stumbling over his feet as he rushed to the exit.  Though he still had enough courage to sneer at you as he passed.

You returned to your previous task of breaking the chain that was connected to the manacles that kept your hands together.  If Father Solomon wasn’t going to be of any assistance, you were going to get out of here yourself.  You were a powerful witch.  Your resolve strengthened as you remembered that during your first dream, you had the strength to walk away from the doppelgänger that you had encountered.  You knew that you could do it again, no matter how much it pained you.

You felt the weight of Father Solomon’s gaze on you as the other side of the link broke, causing your hands to fall into your lap.

“There’s my clever witch,” Father Solomon breathed.

Still annoyed at him, you ignored his praise and switched your focus to the shackles on your wrists.  With a thought, two small cracks appeared in the metal of your binds, one on each of the manacles that inhibited the movement of your wrists.  As you watched, the cracks grew larger until they stretched from the top to the bottom of the manacles.  With one more push of your magic, the manacles split and fell onto the ground landing with a clatter that was bound to attract attention.

Apparently throwing caution to the winds, Father Solomon wrenched open the door to your cell with inhuman strength and strode in as you climbed to your feet, rubbing at the tender skin of your reddened wrists.  With two strides, Father Solomon stood in front of you, and with a gentle gesture, he placed two fingers underneath your chin and lifted your head so he was looking into your eyes.

For a moment, the two of you simply stared at each other and you felt your annoyance melt away at the concern in his gaze.  Using his other hand, he caressed your cheek tenderly before bending down and capturing your lips with his own.

The kiss was far too brief for your liking and after the two of you broke apart, you realised that someone must have reopened the heavy doors that you had heard opening before because you could once again hear jeers, laughter and taunting voices urging you to face the crowd outside.  Your hands crept up and clutched at Solomon’s robes tightly.

“Don’t be afraid.” Solomon whispered against your lips, “The Dark Prince is coming.”

Inexplicably, you understood that he was talking about Dracula.

Moments later, his words proved to be true as the jeers, laughter and taunting voices abruptly stopped only to be replaced with screams of terror.  A smile crossed your face as four shadows appeared on the ground of your cell growing longer and larger as the seconds passed.

Before your very eyes, four vampires appeared.  Their mouths were stained red and their lips were curved upwards in malicious smiles revealing their elongated canines.

“We found her!” Three of the vampires hissed in unison.  Judging by their voices and what you could see of them in the dim lighting, they were women.

The fourth vampire stepped forwards and some light fell on his face, illuminating it.  the fourth vampire was clearly a male.  That was all your mind could process because the vampire staring back at you was another of Sirius’ doppelgängers.

One of the female vampires hissed unexpectedly.  Following her gaze, you looked down and realised that she was hissing because of the manacles that now lay on the floor.  You knew that her enhanced eyesight was allowing her to see the pitiful attempts at the runes that had been carved into the metal of the manacles.

“Let us hunt them!” She begged; her face now twisted into a snarl.  “We shall punish them for the disrespect that they showed you on this All Hallows Eve night.”

“Go!” Dracula ordered without looking at them as he was staring at you hungrily, “Raze this insignificant village to the ground.  Erase it from history.”

In perfect synchronisation, the female vampires bowed.  In one fluid movement, they pivoted and dashed forwards, out of the building.  Solomon turned away from you, gazing at the exit that the other vampires had left through with hunger burning in his gaze as Dracula stepped into the cell.

You reached forwards and grabbed onto one of Solomon’s sleeves.  At your unspoken plea, he turned to face you.

“They are more than capable,” you began.  As if to support your argument, the sounds of objects crashing, frightened screams, and gleeful, if somewhat insane cackles reached your ears.

“I want the both of you tonight,” you declared boldly, not relinquishing your grip on the sleeve of Solomon’s sleeve.  Solomon still had the hungry expression on his face but the air had changed around you and so had his hunger.  It wasn’t a craving for revenge and fear any longer.  The hungry expression that Solomon wore promised a much more satisfying way to spend the night.

“If that is what our little witch desires.” Dracula purred, lifting one of your wrists to his mouth and placing a gentle kiss on the inside of your wrist where your veins were visible.  Dracula’s canines scraped the tender skin of your wrist causing you to gasp in pleasure.  Both Dracula and Solomon inhaled deeply as you gasped and the scent of your arousal reached them.

Being part of the hidden supernatural world had its advantages and within a very short period, you were in a large, spacious castle.  You didn’t have any more time to admire nor examine the castle because Dracula had swept you into his arms and clutching you tightly, he sped through the castle and its corridors.  Before you knew it, Dracula found the room he was searching for and he glided forwards and gently lowered you onto the bed before stepping back and watching you expectantly.

There was a rush of air and Solomon appeared in the room.  Clearly the scent of your arousal had affected him because the curved horns that he had in his demon form were visible atop his head and his pointed tipped wings were also visible.  His wings were incredibly large, signifying his age and rank among demons.  They sprouted from the middle of his back and reached outwards and they were also beautifully coloured.  Red decorated the edges of the wings before darkening to a midnight purple and then, as the wings narrowed closer to the base, the colour changed again, darkening to an inky black.

With a flap of his tremendous wings, Solomon landed on the bed atop your outstretched legs.  His prehensile tail wove around your torso pulling you up into a sitting position.  His tail uncurled itself from your torso and dropped down slightly, tracing down your thigh as Solomon re-connected your lips.

You gasped into his mouth at the feeling of his tail gliding up and down your thigh and you felt him grin before raising a hand to cup the back of your head and pull you closer.  You knew that you would have beard burn later but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care as you opened your mouth so that his tongue could explore it. 

You let out a moan as Solomon’s now pointed nails scraped along your scalp before grasping some of your hair and pulling back harshly.  The movement caused your lips to disconnect and you to bare your neck to the hungry gazes of the demon and the vampire.  The latter let out an appreciative groan at the sight of the exposed flesh and gracefully moved forwards.  As your demon nipped and sucked his way down one side of your neck, your other lover sucked marks into the other side of your neck, paying special attention to the middle of your neck.  That was one of Dracula’s favourite spots to mark you because the skin was directly above your carotid artery.  Occasionally his fangs would graze the area but you knew that he wouldn’t bite unless you gave him explicit consent to do so and even then, he was extremely cautious not to drain you too much.

You pushed your torso upwards, begging for more and your two lovers took the hint.  Solomon’s tail wrapped around your torso again and kept you upright as Dracula and Solomon pulled back.  In Solomon’s case, he also removed his clawed hand from your hair which caused you to whine at the loss.

“You have two seconds to remove your clothing otherwise Dracula and I will shred it off of you,” Solomon ordered in a husky voice filled with promise.

Reaching for your magic, you vanished your clothing and to save you time undressing them, you were far too impatient for that, you vanished their clothing as well.  You knew that your clothing would reappear in the laundry.

When you refocused on Solomon and Dracula, expecting to resume your previous activities, you found the both of them staring at you heatedly.  Their gazes made your abdomen clench as heat rushed through you at the intensity of their gazes.  The air became charged with your anticipation.  Your nipples hardened due to their expressions and wetness began to trickle out of your hole.

One of Dracula’s hands shot out, cupping your chin while two of his fingers pressed your cheeks together, “Did we give you permission to do that?”  He growled out.  His pointed nails dug into your cheeks a little and the pressure had you pressing your legs together in an attempt to alleviate the rapidly growing ache that you were feeling in your pussy.

You shook your head as carefully as you dared and Dracula appeared to be satisfied with your answer.  He pulled back but as he did so, he purposely dragged one of his nails across your swollen bottom lip lightly.

Solomon and Dracula chuckled as you let out a whine at the action and unconsciously, you leant forwards begging for more.  Dracula ignored your plea and removed his hand entirely.  

“Fine, if that’s the game they want to play,” you made eye contact with both of them and slowly drew your bottom lip into your mouth.  When you were sure that you had the undivided attention of Solomon and Dracula, you bit down gently on your lip before releasing it and swiping your tongue across your bottom lip.

That spurred the vampire and demon into action.  Before you could blink, you had been arranged onto all fours on the bed with Dracula standing just in front of you.  Your face was level with his crotch and his cock had already begun to thicken and rise due to the vampire’s arousal and your proximity.

Meanwhile, your demon was crouching behind you on the bed.  He leant over you and dragged his nails down your back.  You let out a groan at the sensation and tossed your head back.  Dracula’s hand shot out and wrapped itself in your hair.

“Here’s what’s going to happen, I’m going to fuck that pretty little mouth of yours and Solomon will take you from behind.” Dracula stated, “If you need to stop, tap my thigh twice.  Do you understand?”

You nodded.

“Use your words, my witch,” Solomon chastised, dragging the nails of his other hand down your spine.  You mewled in response.

“Yes!  Yes!  I understand!” You exclaimed breathily.

“Good.” The demon and vampire acknowledged in unison.

Without releasing your hair, Dracula grasped the base of his cock with his other hand and guided it to your mouth.  He rubbed the swollen tip across your lips smearing the precum that had already begun to leak.  Dracula’s grip on your hair tightened and understanding his unspoken command, you opened your mouth.

Dracula slipped his cock into your mouth, letting out an appreciative, rumbling groan as his cock was surrounded by warmth.  His other hand rose up to rest on your shoulder and he withdrew his cock from your mouth.  You didn’t have any time to react to the sudden emptiness of your mouth because Dracula’s hips snapped forward and his cock was once again in your mouth.  Dracula repeated the movement building up speed as he did so and you hollowed your cheeks while also using your tongue to trace the veins and flick at the head of his cock.

Annoyed that you appeared to have forgotten about his presence, Solomon moved so that he was crouching in between your spread legs.  His clawed hands grabbed onto your ass cheeks and spread them further apart.

You let out a muffled groan as you felt his hands on you and the movement caused Dracula to let out a husky groan himself.

“Do that again,” he ordered speaking to Solomon over the top of your head, “she liked it.”

“I have something much better in mind,” Solomon replied.  If your mind hadn’t been so fogged with lust, you would have registered the demon’s annoyed tone.

Solomon’s hands moved to grasp onto your hips and then he dipped his head.  In a quick movement, he licked a wet stripe from your clit to your entrance.  Your legs trembled as your body clenched.  Only the firm grip that Solomon had on your hips prevented them from inching closed.

Solomon pulled back and his breath fanned across your pussy as he spoke, “Keep your legs open.”

He gave you no chance to respond, ducking his head and licking your pussy with rapid strokes of his tongue.  Then he began to leave hot open-mouthed kisses on your lower lips before using the tip of his tongue to tease your clit.  His tongue inched lower before slipping into your already clenching hole and wiggling around.  Your muted scream had Dracula doubling over in pleasure as the movement of his hips lost their slow, lazy rhythm and became jerky.

“Don’t tease,” he commanded as he straightened up and continued thrusting.

Solomon withdrew from your pussy and the look he gave Dracula had the vampire snapping his fangs at him.

“I suppose you’re right,” the demon allowed after a few moments.  He slid forwards and knelt in between your spread legs.  You felt a pressure at your entrance and that was the only warning that you were given before Solomon slipped inside you as far as he could go. 

Maintaining his grip on your hips, Solomon started to fuck into you.  Gradually, the demon’s pace grew in speed and he dropped one of his hands so that he could gently scrape his pointed fingernail over your clit.  The added stimulation had the muscles of your pussy fluttering around him.

Dracula began to pant and then you felt his cock swell in your mouth.  With his last ounce of restraint, Dracula removed himself from your mouth and rested the now purple head of his cock on top of your bottom lip.  He angled his cock so the head was pointing into your mouth and then he removed his hand from your shoulder using it to stroke his cock instead.  It didn’t take long before the vampire’s warm seed entered your mouth.

“Swallow,” he instructed hoarsely and you did.  You swallowed everything that he gave you and then Solomon’s tail wound itself around your lower torso and with a quick yank, pulled you up away from Dracula and so your back was resting against Solomon’s front.  Solomon’s hand crept its way up your body until it rested on the flesh of your neck.  The demon turned your face towards him and stole your mouth in a passionate kiss.

As he kissed you, Solomon widened his stance, pushing your legs further apart.  During your change in position, the demon hadn’t stopped fucking you but now his thrusts took on a desperate edge and you felt a growing pressure at your entrance at the base of his cock.

Solomon broke your kiss, “Are you going to take my knot?” He huffed, “Will you let me paint your insides white and stuff you full?”

You let out a keen at his words as his other hand came to rest on your belly and his tail unwound itself from your body, swishing to and fro in the air mimicking his wings.

“Last chance,” the demon snarled, “yes or no?”

“YES!” You screamed in ecstasy, “Fill me up!”

Solomon needed no further prompting and on his next thrust, there was a pop and his knot slipped inside you.  It was a good thing that Solomon was holding onto you as your orgasm hit.  When your walls stopped clenching around him, you were left utterly boneless in the demon’s arms. 

Solomon thrusted once more before coming himself.  He tipped back his head and let out a roar as he pulsed inside of you, his seed warming you up internally.  Carefully, your demon lowered you to the bed, his arms wrapped securely around you and his cock deep inside you.  Every now and then it would twitch and more of his seed would flow into you causing you to wince from the sensitivity.

Dracula climbed onto the bed next to you and kissed you in an attempt to distract you.  The distraction worked as you relished in the pressure of his lips against yours.  During the kiss, your tongue swiped across Dracula’s fangs which made the vampire hiss with pleasure into your mouth.

“You did so well for us,” Solomon praised as you broke the kiss between you and Dracula, placing kisses of his own across your back and shoulders.  Delicately, he shifted his hips backwards and his knot left your entrance.  You felt your combined fluids drip out of your hole.  Dimly, you registered Dracula’s hand resting on your thigh and a soft fabric mopping up the mess staining your inner thighs and then your eyes slid closed.

You felt a deep sadness as your eyes opened and you saw Sirius asleep next to you.  Your limbs felt tender and your pussy was sore as if you and Sirius had had sex in the real world.  You lifted the covers and saw two fading handprints with longer-than-average fingernails on your thighs.

You gasped quietly and traced the handprints with a trembling finger, resolving to speak with Severus as soon as possible.

[sorenphelps]

I looked up some quotes in PoA, and it's actually hilarious how afraid everyone is of Sirius, like he's just mentioned and everyone basically shits their pants. I know it's part of the Ministry propaganda, but still. Here are some examples:

Mr. and Mrs. Weasley are scared of him, because if he's clever enough to escape from the inescapable prison, who knows what else he's capable of.

It is reinforced by Fudge himself, he seems especially scared of him (I know it's at least partly because he's losing popularity as MM because of Sirius' escape from Azkaban). He even says that Sirius can do things that the freaking dementors are a better option!

Or look at this part of Fudge's monologue about when Sirius was captured, I mean TWENTY Aurors were sent to take him in, and that was probably decided before he supposedly killed all those people. It's probably still just the propaganda, but McGonagall also says that [Peter] should have left it to the Ministry, so there must be some truth to Fudge's statement of "Nobody but trained Hit Wizards from the Magical Law Enforcement Squad would have stood a chance against Black once he was cornered."

Also, the "of course, Black was quicker" comment, or this one where Fudge immediately jumps to the conclusion that Sirius caused Snape's injury and that it's a miracle none of them died.

The guy must have had a reputation or sth, no wonder his animagus form is literally the omen of death.

[wingedhallows]

i was a kid ; harry potter

pairing: harry potter characters ( no particular pairing ) | 0.6k words plot: molly seems to forget that war happened before prompt: "i was a kid" authors note: i love molly, really, but i've alway wanted to yell at her in that one scene in order of the phoenix. so, here u go (also the dialogue isn't accurate to the movie)

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Your hand clasped the cup of firewhiskey for dear life. It’s been fifteen years, yet it felt harder than before. You were ready to fight and give your life just like fifteen years ago you’re ready to do that again, of course, but your body reacted differently. Your mind was plagued, plagued with nightmares, with images of death and so much more.

You were on the edge when Lily and James died, when Sirius was locked up for something he didn’t do. All of that just swam around in your head once more, while you sat at this table. 

“There’s something coming, something bigger.” Sirius spoke. Your hands began to become clammy, your eyes closed as you kept quiet. You knew that he was back, stronger than ever. You knew what that meant, of course.

“Then I want to be a part of it, I want to fight.” Harry spoke, chair squeaking as he leant over. 

You were seated between Sirius and Harry. Your breath quickened. You were just like him in the past. Impulsive, you all were. You had sprung to your feet that night, a smile on your face as you almost begged Albus to make you a member.

You wished he had turned you away. Harry on the other side needed to be a member, he was the prime target, you’d protect him. Those kids were in danger and if you could protect them you would.

“There you have it.” Sirius spoke. Your breathing began to speed up, if more was possible right now, your hands held the cup so tightly you might dent it.

The anger cursed through you as Molly huffed and protested. Your head became light, as you pressed your eyes shut. They weren’t there when it all came together, when members died left and right. “Y/N.” You could hear Remus, his eyes on you.

“Enough, they’re just kids.” Molly interrupted and that was just too much. You scoffed, a chuckle leaving your mouth.

“Kids.” You said, face in a sour snarl.

You lifted yourself off the chair and looked at the people in the room. Your eyes focused on Molly.

“You think Voldemort cares if they’re kids?” You said, the room uncomfortably quiet. 

He hadn’t cared then either. 

“You think just because they’re kids, they won’t be murdered?” 

Molly frowned at you and placed a hand on your arm, you shook her off.

“Y/N, please.” Your face held nothing but disgust. 

“This is war, Molly. People die when they don’t know shit, they get murdered. No matter if they’re kids or not” Molly sighed and tried to get a hold of you.

“They’re just kids, they shouldn’t have-”We were kids too!”

You said, a bit louder. No one said anything, too stunned by your outburst.

“I was a kid.”

You whispered as a tear made its way down your face, features twitching in sorrow. “I was a kid when war struck.” You paused to bring a hand to your chest, eager to stop your heaving.

“I was a kid when I was tortured. When-When My friends were murdered, when Sirius was locked up for something one of us betrayed us for, when all hell broke loose.” Molly gasped, hand grabbing at a chairs rest.

Your eyes found hers as you gulped, pushing the emotions back. Sirius and Remus looked at you, tears in their eyes. It had struck all three of you, so hard, all those years ago.

“So don’t tell me they’re just kids.” You paused before grabbing your cup and chugging the rest of your firewhiskey down. 

“It doesn’t matter what age you are when war strikes.”

[milunalupin]

hi!! I would like to request older!reader and older!sirius black where reader ends up saving him from bellatrix’s curse.

ty for requesting !! enjoyyy <3 + ty to my lovie for helping :)

— another one bites the dust (but it's definitely not sirius)

post azkaban!sirius x reader ★ 1.5k words

Lily Evans was your best friend. The two of you had been sorted into Gryffindor as muggleborn witches together and assigned the same dorm. The two of you did everything together, from studying in the library to braiding each others hair down by the Black Lake. Of course being that close meant you had to witness all of James Potter's attempts at winning your best friend over. One time you happened to alone on your way to class when James and the other 'Marauders' had stopped you, begging you for any tips on how to successfully ask Lily out.

"You've gotta let this go. She's way out of your league, you toerag." You had rolled your eyes at him, the boy gaping at your remark as you had always seemed pretty docile. Sirius Black — who you now notice was standing beside the bespectacled boy — barked out a laugh and applauded you, causing a warm feeling in your chest that you would never admit was because of him. Moreover, if James ever asked him to, Sirius wouldn't mind hanging out with you to get information on Lily (and not because he thought you were super cute).

Once James had successfully convinced Lily to date him, you and her had blended in well with the Marauders. When Lily and James would have their couple time, you would play chess with Peter and study with Remus in the common room. Sirius even let you join in on planning and performing their famous pranks (which did not jumpstart a crush on him or anything). The six of you had become your own little family, and when James had proposed to Lily after graduation it was no surprise who the groomsmen and maid of honor would be.

Meanwhile you had also fallen in love with Sirius Black during your time at Hogwarts, and the two of you had become attached at the hip. Sirius would walk with you to class, and you'd spend nights in the astronomy tower talking about the future.

You were each other's safe space, and Sirius loved you so deeply, which led to a lot of heartbreak the the night Lily and James were killed and your boyfriend was sent to Azkaban for the rest of his life for being the one who did it. You spent the next twelve years working under the Department of Magical Law enforcement as an investigator, trying to convince the Ministry that Sirius would never in a million years do anything to hurt his friend, much less kill him and his wife. They ignored you, dismissing your claims as a fit of hysteria, weaponizing your grief against you. You had been nonstop trying to figure out what exactly happened that night, regularly exchanging letters with Remus until he sent his final one, asking you to refrain from sending any more, as he felt too betrayed by Sirius to hear any of your theories.

The moment Peter had been revealed as the true murderer, Remus had come by your flat to apologize in person, the two of you reconciling over tea and teary hugs. When Sirius finally came back things were slow to return to "normal", but the two of you were just as in love with each other as you were back at Hogwarts. Because of his current situation with the Ministry, you moved in with him at 12 Grimmauld Place, then agreeing immediately when Dumbledore had come to the two of you about reassembling the Order of the Phoenix.

"You're a cheater Sirius Black, I don't want to play anymore." You huffed, standing up and throwing the playing cards down on the coffee table. The two of you were playing cards on the couch in Grimmauld place, trying to have a relaxing night amidst the recent chaos. Sirius cooed and pulled you down to sit on his lap, wrapping his arms around your waist and pressing sweet kisses to your shoulder. "Oh you'll survive, Mrs. Black."

The name alone caused you to melt into him, but the way he was looking at you in that moment made you feel like a teenager again, shy and in love with the boy before you. "Mrs. Black? We're not even engaged, love."

He grabbed your left hand, his thumb running over your ring finger, his voice becoming as soft as his touch. "It's coming, darling, don't you worry."

Your future mother-in-law screeched in horror from her place on the wall. "The most ancient and noble House of Black will not be accepting of a revolting mudblood! Must keep the blood pure, toujous pur!"

"I like to think I've been patient enough." you teased, gesturing to where his mother's portrait hung, the crazy bitch still muttering nonsense to herself.

Sirius sighed and lightly squeezed your hip. "I know m'love, you've been too good to me. Once things blow over a bit, I promise we'll get back to how things used to be, yeah?"

You hummed, brushing the hair out of his face and kissing his forehead. "No need to rush, we've got the rest of our lives, Sirius."

The fireplace suddenly lights up green as Severus comes through, his lip curling on one side as he saw the position you two were in and moved his gaze to somewhere else in the room.

"Severus," Sirius clicked his tongue, cocking his head to the side. "to what do we owe this pleasure?"

"The Dark Lord," his eyes met yours, then shifted to settle on Sirius. "seems to have put an idea in Mr. Potter's head that you were being tortured at the Ministry. He's on his way there to look for you, you are to alert the Order."

You and Sirius stood immediately, thanking Severus as he disappeared again and sending your patronus' to the other Order members. They arrive quickly and the six of you head to the Ministry and apparate down to the lower level chambers, wands at the ready.

Kingsley and Alastor moved towards one group of Death Eaters, with Remus and Tonks on the defense. "Harry, where's Harry?" you were frantic looking for your godson, Sirius right beside you. You find him in combat with Dolohov, rushing to his side just as he hit the dark wizard with a Full Body Bind curse.

"Nice one, Haz!" Sirius praised from a few feet away. Harry beamed at you and you smiled and squeezed his shoulder quickly before heading back over to Sirius.

The chamber was complete chaos, the dark walls lighting up with flashes of all colors, all kinds of hexes and jinxes were being thrown around. You had to admit, Harry and the other students were great at duelling and really kept up with the Order members. Out of the corner of your eye you see your beloved's deranged cousin, her wand locked onto Sirius. Her wand glowed green as she shouted out an unforgivable spell.

You turn around to see him just a few feet from the Veil. "Sirius!" you gasp, immediately casting 'Accio' to pull him out of Bellatrix's way, his hands gripping your waist to steady himself, eyes blown out in shock. You both are staring at each other, eyes watery and chests heaving.

"Too fucking good to me, darling."

Your moment was interrupted by a screeching Bellatrix, sending a 'Confringo' your way. You managed to dodge it but the spell caught the sleeve of Sirius' coat.

"Don't you fucking dare!" you growled, shooting multiple stunning spells at her which she annoyingly kept deflecting. She laughed maniacally as you circled each other, casting spells left and right. The dark witch then shot another spell at Sirius, effectively hitting him in the back then grinning madly at you, "Whoopsie!"

Your heartbeat picked up as you realized where she was standing. You quickly scanned the chamber and it seemed that most of the Death Eaters had fled or been taken down. You'd never killed anyone before, but she was one of Voldemort's strongest followers. Not only that, but she tried to attack your Sirius not just once, not twice, but three times. Your eyes widened as you saw her prepare another curse on him.

"Not my boyfriend, you bitch!"

You cast 'Depulso', throwing her back a few feet into the Veil, immediately sending her into the world of the dead. You stood there frozen, your wand still pointed where Bellatrix once stood. Sirius pulled you back into his arms, whispering "thank you"s and "i love you"s into your ear.

Harry had appeared next as the battle ended, joining in your group hug, the three of you holding each other tight. You kissed the top of your godson's head, no longer unable to hold back your tears.

Harry had come home with you and Sirius that night, having some dinner and then going upstairs to stay in one of the spare rooms. Sirius held you close in bed that night, thanking you once again for saving him. You smiled and squeezed his hand, thanking him for coming back to you all those years ago. You fell asleep that night unaware of the sparkling diamond that was hidden in Sirius' nightstand.

[sun-kissy]

sit together | s.b.

tw: angst, hurt/comfort

a/n: inspiration really struck with this one! was feeling sad about poa sirius so i decided to write this :) enjoy!

summary: sirius is back from azkaban, but things just don’t feel like they used to

“I wish I knew how to talk about it,” you murmur, gaze fixed on the tearing leather of the couch as you thumb it absentmindedly, like it were the most interesting thing in the world.

Sirius looks up from where he slouches on the other end, surprise flashing across his features. “What?”

He’s startled, really, that you decided to start a conversation. It’s something you haven’t done once in these past few days.

Sirius presumed you’d be happy to have him home, glad to be reunited with your lover after twelve long years. But ever since he returned, he’s felt a constant craving for your affection.

The truth was that he didn’t feel much different right now from how he did in Azkaban.

Hours spent tirelessly longing for you - for the touch of your soft skin beneath his calloused hands, the feel of your tender lips on his chapped ones. It was how he survived, dreaming of who was waiting for him on the other side of the cruel metal bars.

It had felt like he was going mad sometimes, crazy for you. Hands grasping at what he thought was the fabric of your dress. Fever dreams and hallucinations of soft moans, whispered promises. Loud sobs racking his body because he envisioned a glimpse of your death. But you were here, now, sitting stoic in front of him.

You weren’t the same anymore, though. You were no longer the person he had left behind when he was taken away. You weren’t his.

What had once been stolen kisses and longing stares had turned into accidental touches and pulling away. Late night heart-to-hearts about rings and cradles had been replaced with small talk, mindless rambling for the sake of conversation.

Where there had been love, there was now a barrier. And Sirius couldn’t tell if it was a mental one or a physical one; considering that you now slept with two doors separating you.

He wished he could say all of this, express the twinge of pain that tore through his chest every time he looked into your lifeless eyes. But all that he managed to croak out was, “What do you mean?”

“This,” you gesture between the two of you, finally mustering the strength to meet his steady gaze. You wish you hadn’t. The torment in his eyes was going to haunt you for the rest of your life.

Everything had changed, it was as obvious as the rising of the sun. His departure had left you like a rag doll, solemn and still as though the life had been sucked out of you. It was more than a decade ago. But you had felt the anguish grip you every minute of every day from the time he was taken away.

He had left you with so much anger, so much hatred for the circumstances you were left in. You knew deep down that it wasn’t his fault, of course it wasn’t. But you weren’t about to direct your fury at anyone else. Not at Remus, the pathetic bloke who had just lost his best friends. Not at Peter - he deserved nothing, not even your emotions.

So you channeled your rage at Sirius. Because you were so desperate to get the image of his pleading eyes out of your head, so fraught with the need to kill the longing ache that filled your body when he double-crossed your mind. You couldn’t bear the pain of loving him, so you convinced yourself to hate him. Told yourself that he killed James and Lily. He abandoned you and was never coming back.

But he was here now, looking at you like his universe began and ended with your love.

You suck in a shaky breath and continue, convincing yourself that if you didn’t have this conversation now, you never would. “I don’t know how to talk about this. About us. Nothing’s…. nothing’s the same anymore.”

Sirius’ eyebrows bunch in concern, and you don’t miss the slight quiver in his lips as he bites down on them. He breathes sharply, blinking away what looks suspiciously like tears.

“Well,” he starts, gulping down a lump in his throat as he continues to train his eyes on you. “You don’t- we don’t have to talk about it.”

“I don’t?”

“No, you don’t.”

“We can just… we can just sit together,” he blurts out, seeming puzzled at his own words for a moment as he averts his gaze to the ground.

But then his expression clears up, and he looks back into your eyes, surprisingly firm. “If you’d like to, I mean. If you’d like to sit together.”

“Sit with you?” you repeat.

“Sit with me,” he says again.

“Okay.”

Sirius lets out a tense exhale, visibly relieved. He gives you a terse yet encouraging smile, patting the spot next to him.

You take a deep breath, pressing your palms into the couch as you move yourself towards him.

The next moment, your indent in the couch is melding with his, knees touching the other’s. He extends his arm behind you, unsure. But when you don’t protest, he wraps it around you gently, pulling you into his side with all the care in the world.

“Okay?”

Uncertainty.

“Okay.”

Hope.

You feel your walls start to collapse, involuntarily melting into Sirius’ touch. This is what it used to be like, this is how you used to spend your days.

It was engraved into your very bones, the feel of his skin against yours. Etched on your soul were the hearts he used to trace with his slender fingers, the marks of where he left his kisses. Visible to no one but you and him.

He sucks in a trembling breath and you fear he’s going to start crying. Worse, you think you might just crumble into a pool of tears yourself. So you do what your heart is screaming at you to, and wrap your arms around him tenderly.

Sirius immediately tugs you impossibly closer, burying his face in your hair. You feel the yearning in his embrace, his hungry craving to hold you close. His tears wet your hair as you nestle your face in his chest.

The both of you stay like that for what feels like forever, making up for all the time you should’ve had. At one point you start to rock him as he cries, trying to pretend like his muffled sobs didn’t send daggers through your heart.

“I love you,” Sirius breathes shakily, a while after his bout of tears has passed.

Silence.

He seems to understand, seems to accept it. He gently rakes his fingers through your hair. “Do you love me?”

It’s less of a question, more of a plead. You think he might already know the answer. And you know he’d continue to love you either way.

“I don’t know,” you admit softly, feeling the guilt squeeze your chest.

You feel his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows. “Okay.”

“Okay?”

“Yeah, okay,” he murmurs, a hint of heartbreak in his voice. He lays his head on your yours and closes his eyes as he squeezes you just a little bit tighter. “You don’t have to love me. Not now, not ever. But… until you do, we can just continue to sit together, you know?”

That earns a soft chuckle from you.

“Sit together,” you muse, feeling your lips start to curve upwards. Your agreement is obvious from the smile in your voice.

“Sit together,” he echoes, smiling softly.

Sirius would love you for the rest of his life if you’d let him. But until you did, he was content to just sit next to you with his arm around your shoulder and head resting on yours.

[atydblack]

"demure"

best friends dad! james potter x reader

masterlist

requests are open!

MDNI

word count: 1.2k

warnings: age gap, smut, cheating, ovb everyone is of age!

i know this is starting off a bit similar to my show you series for sirius but its gonna go in a diff direction in the next parts &lt;3

i cant stop thinking about dilf james potter

You were struggling to sleep as your boyfriend, Ron, lay unconscious next to you snoring loudly. You had been staying at the Potters for the past few days as it was summer break and everyone seemed to circle between there and the Burrow for the past few weeks.

You'd expect Ron to be filled with glee at the fact you can share a bed at the Potters, where as at his family home they are made to sleep in separate beds. However, it seemed he couldn't be less bothered.

Desperation began to overtake you as despite your best efforts, he barely wanted to sleep with you. Of course you did, occasionally, but even then it didn't satisfy you.

Letting out an exasperated sigh, you crawled out of bed to grab a glass of water as it didn't seem like you were sleeping anytime soon. Standing to your feet, you caught yourself in the mirror. A short black lacy night dress clung to your hips causing you to cringe at yourself. An attempt to spice things up with Ron only to go unnoticed as he simply poked fun at your pyjama choice.

You quietly made your way to the bathroom to grab some water, not too worried about your choice in clothes as you doubted anyone would be up at this hour.

The only noise in the hallway was your bare-feet padding down the stairs. Once you reached the dim-lit kitchen, you realised you were not alone.

James Potter was resting against the kitchen counter with a glass of red wine in has hand, wearing only a white vest and his boxer shorts.

"Y/N." He smirked, it seemed like this wasn't his first drink.

"Mr Potter," You stumbled. "I was just grabbing a glass of water."

"Can't sleep?" He chuckled. "You don't want a real drink?"

Before letting you answer, he grabbed another glass from the cupboard and poured a hefty amount of red wine into it.

"Plus, it's James." He added, passing you the glass. As he did so, you felt his eyes wander down your body causing your cheeks to grow red.

"Thank you, James."

"Sit with me." He strolled over to the lounge, placing himself down on the sofa.

You wandered over towards him, sitting down on the sofa but as far away as possible. You had never been alone with him before.

"So what's got you up at this hour?"

"I- um, I'm not sure." You mumbled. You were unsure why you were so nervous, you had known James since you and Harry became friends, but you could feel like eyes on your body.

"Ron not help you get to sleep?"

You were speechless - he was clearly intoxicated but every word he spoke shocked you more and more.

"Oh come on." He took out a box of cigarettes and lit one. You knew he smoked but had witnessed how angry Lily gets when he lights one inside. "Pretty girl like you, surely he can't keep his hands off of you."

"Not quite." You chuckled, taking a big sip.

"What do you mean?" He pushed, taking a drag of his cigarette.

"I- You know what I mean." The wine was making you feel more relaxed.

"He doesn't satisfy you?"

There was a pause as you struggled with how to reply, this was such a strange situation and you didn't want to tell him everything that you had never even spoken about to your closest friends.

"Of course he does." You responded, but it came out a bit too defensive.

James laughed as your cheeks grew red again.

You didn't want anyone to know about your sex life - it was embarrassing. But now you'd somehow given it away to your best friends dad.

"You don't sound too convincing, darling." James smirked. "Has he made you cum?"

You looked at him, confused. Made you cum? Of course you'd made him cum time and time again but you didn't think it was possible the other way round.

"He hasn't?" James raised his eyebrows. "Fuck, he's wasting you."

"What do you mean?" You almost groaned, this whole conversation was both confusing and frustrating.

"I mean look at you." He put out his cigarette and took a big swig from his glass. "Such a sexy little princess and he can't even make you cum."

Heat grew between your legs as you locked eyes. You had never seen this side of James before, and although guilt was desperately trying to come to the forefront of your emotions, you pushed at back.

"Come here." He spread his legs and patted in between them.

You obliged, moving shakily towards him.

As you sat down in his lap, back facing his chest, goosebumps covered your skin as you made contact with him.

"Want me to show you how it's supposed to be, pretty girl?"

You nodded.

"Use your words."

"Yes, James." You almost choked.

He placed a soft kiss on the back of your neck causing you to stifle a soft moan.

James' hand travelled down to your thigh, using his thumb to brush circled edging closer and closer to you.

You wanted to scream, you had never felt this intense neediness before and you could feel yourself growing wetter and wetter.

"Tell me what you want." He whispered in your ear.

"You." You let out desperately.

"Tell me."

"I want you to make me cum." You moaned out.

At your demand, his fingers moved towards your lace panties, rubbing circles through them.

"Fuck, princess, you're already wet for me?"

You couldn't let out anything other than a moan. He continued to rub circles, his pace growing quicker and quicker. You were already close to your high and he hadn't even removed your underwear yet.

The combination of his wet kisses on your neck and his big hands circling your clit caused you to reach your high, legs shaking at the sheer ecstacy.

"You came already, baby?" James chuckled. "I haven't even started yet."

Before you had the chance to catch your breath, he ripped your underwear off of you and pushed a finger inside you.

You couldn't stop moaning, he were worried at the amount of noise you were making but that thought quickly passed once James gripped your throat, restricted both noise and your breathing.

Somehow this turned you on even more, worried you would cum for a second time in only a few minutes.

He pushed two more fingers inside you, fucking you with force at an unnatural pace.

"Your pussy is so tight, sweet girl." He groaned. "I wanna feel you cum around my fingers this time"

You couldn't believe how good he made you feel, giving you just the right amount of pleasure and pain as he continued to choke you.

Your head flew back, resting on his chest as you reached your high for a second time. Your pussy clenched around his fingers as you continued to moan.

Once you'd finished your climax, he pulled his fingers from you and brought them up to his mouth, sucking your cum from them.

Your brain was still hazy and you wanted him more than anything you'd ever wanted in your life.

Sliding off of him onto the floor in front, you turned to him. You tried to pull down his boxers but he gently grabbed your wrists.

"As much as I'd like to fuck you until we both can't walk, Y/N." James chuckled. "I fear we might wake my wife."

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part two

there will be many parts to this !!! aiming to do part two tomorrow

let me know if you liked it and remember my requests are open :)