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soapyblubbles · 7 months
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⋆。˙ runaway pets ˙。⋆
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pairings: dark regulus + dark poly marauders
warnings: NON-CON, DUB-CON, implied kidnapping, threesome, implied fivesome, voyeurism, overstimulation, (light) slapping, choking, stockholm syndrome, smoking, shotgunning, pet names, etc.
a/n: please enjoy the much more comprehensive version of one of my very first works. there were a lot of inconsistencies and issues with the first version. I added a lot more detail to this and it honestly feels more like a one-shot than a drabble now. i'll add the unedited version at the bottom just incase anyone wants to take a peak. anyways, happy reading <3
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“I told you it’d be worse if you went to get help.” Regulus sits on one end of the bed, a small indulgent smile flitting across his lips. As if nothing was wrong. 
As if you weren’t being fucked within an inch of your life.
You turn your head to him, breathless pants leaving your mouth as Remus continues to rock into you. His hips slap into your own at a steady pace. How long had he been sitting there?
The air is stifling, sweat beading along your forehead and the small of your back. The arm around your waist only adds to the oppressive feeling, Remus’ strong grip keeping you upright and in place.
Your arms shake from exertion, and you have to force your hands to unclench from where they’re fisting the damp sheets.
With a whimper, you reach for Regulus, trying to find the comfort you once found in him before it all. Before he had selfishly stole you away. Before you knew of the darkness lingering just beneath the surface.
You weakly try to pry off the arm wrapped around you, but it doesn’t budge. It only tightens, pulling you up until your back hits Remus’ firm chest.
“Want sir now. Please- Remmy-” The lanky brunette ignores you, muttering something unintelligible into your neck as his thrusts speed up. Your attention was stolen from him. He doesn’t like that- not one bit.
Your face crumples at the silent dismissal, the tears you’d been holding in falling just as you reach another trembling high.
“Please, m’sorry sir- c-can we please go home now?” You gasp out. Your limbs burn, they have been for a while you suppose, but still you try to ignore it, concentrating on just Regulus for now.
But he only hums noncommittally, standing as he makes his way to the makeshift bar in the corner of the room. Regulus rubs his jaw in mock thought, scrutinizing the scene before him while he pours himself a glass of firewhiskey. The smell of cinnamon saturates the air, adding to the heavy atmosphere.
“Thought you wanted to come here-“ He gestures around the room, lazily draping himself on the nearby armchair. “For help.” The last word is said with a sneer and laced with so much venom that you balk.
Even though you can tell he’s done arguing about it, you still sob out: “I’ll be good- promise.”
You hear Sirius let out a scoff. He’s leaning against the headboard, his shirt unbuttoned and a lit cigarette in hand, doing nothing but watching as his friends ruin you.
He’d been the one to call Regulus when you came running to their house, barefoot and in nothing but a frail, white nightgown. “You’re already being good here, pup- s’no use in leaving.” He makes his way towards you, squishing your cheeks together, your lips forming an o-shape.
He blows smoke into your mouth, smirking when you cough at the burn. “Y’already gonna be punished anyway, might as well do that here- ain’t that right Reggie?”
Regulus rolls his eyes, breaking his normally composed demeanor. “Don’t call me-”
“Hush, I can’t focus when you lot keep talkin.” James' speech is slurred as he speaks up, moving his head slightly from between your legs. He pays no mind to the way Remus pumps in and out of you. His mouth is so close to where the two of you meet that you can feel his cool breath against your clit as he talks.
“S’annoying.”  
You clench around Remus at the feeling, and the man in question groans, giving you a particularly rough thrust.
James goes back to work at that, humming softly as he drinks in yours and Remus’ juices. You let out a another strangled moan, instinctively trying to tilt your hips away.
Instantly Sirius’ face darkens with anger, “Uh-uh, I don’t think so puppy.” A hand shoots out to grab the base of your neck as James’ hands grip the front of your thighs tightly.
“Don’t fuckin’ run away from him- you understand?” 
You nod shakily, chest rising and falling quickly as you watch him with unseeing eyes.
“Just take it like a good girl, princess.” James cooes, lightly nibbling on the inside of your thigh. You let out a startled yelp.
“What d’you say bunny?” Remus asks from behind you, hips slowing as he tries to find that spot. Trying to coax the words out of you. You whine, unable to answer until Sirius gingerly slaps your cheek, raising a sharp brow at you.
“M’sorry- m’so sorry Jamie.” Your head is spinning, an ache growing until it becomes practically mind numbing.
At this point it’s all you can focus on.
“Thought I taught you better than that pet.” Regulus chides, clicking his tongue in disappointment. He looks only slightly more disheveled than before. His hair is not neatly combed back like it was earlier, and his tie considerably loosened. His fingers dig into the cushioned arms of the chair, the veins in his forearms flexing in a way that makes your mouth water.
You lick your lips. “Sir-”
Remus shushes you. “S’ okay bunny- y’just have to make it up to him.” You cry out as he brushes against your g-spot, finally finding what he’s been looking for this whole time.
Each hit of his hips is aimed perfectly, giving you no room to breathe until you’re a gasping mess.
James’ mouth certainly doesn’t help. His warm tongue suckles at your clit, unrelenting as he brings you to that exhilarating peak over and over again.
Eventually he breaks away, wiping the wetness around his mouth with the back of his hand. A feral grin forms as he pushes the hair away from your face, cupping your teary cheeks. “That wasn’t so bad now was it? You can take a little more, right?”
Sirius answers before you can even think to open your mouth, a mocking frown on his face. “I don’t know about that Prongs- she seems a right mess already, huh? Don’t think she can go on.” He slaps between your legs, and a panicked moan startles its way out of you. 
You quickly come undone, so worked up from before, but the torment doesn’t end there.
“I think you're right, Pads.” James murmurs, as he slips his fingers through the mess of your cunt, the tips of his fingers grazing the base of Remus’ cock.
It’s enough to startle a groan out of him.
Sirius grabs onto your hips, reaching around James to take control of the even pace Remus set. “C’mon pup, make a mess on Moony’s cock- be a good little cockslut for us.”
He bounces you viscously atop Remus, everyone watching intently as you become a drooling mess.
Your set your lidded gaze on Regulus, whose self-control looks like it’s seconds away from snapping. 
Yet he makes no move to stop the situation.
“Come on princess- fuckin’ come for us. Make a fucking mess.” James growls into your ear, pinching your clit roughly. Tears well in your eyes, body tensing as you are, yet again, pushed off the edge.
“Fuck- such a good bunny.” Remus curses. 
Sirius and James mock your high pitched cries, taking a sadistic pleasure in watching you sob at the overstimulation.
Your limbs go slack, Remus panting heavily as he fucks you through it all, his breath fanning against your neck. He kisses your temple softly and you whine, barely able to move, even as the aftershocks flow through you. 
The three continue to overstimulate you, and Remus lets out a breathy chuckle when Sirius lets go of your hips, letting you fall face first into James’ chest.
“S’your turn princess. We’re not doing all the work for you- besides you still have three more cocks to go.”
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cursedmoon-doll13 · 7 months
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Blackhearted
(Sirius Black x Reader)
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Cw: Noncon, Angst, Smut, Afab Reader, Dark!Sirius, PnV Sex, Somnophilia, Unprotected Sex, Fingering, Crying, Forced Orgasm, Tender But Nasty™️, References to Alcohol Abuse, Reader has head + pubic hair, this got kinda bleak and depressing
READ WITH CAUTION
Word Count: 3.5k
Summary: 12 Grimmauld Place is a miserable home.
But for now, it is yours. A lost and vulnerable soul, you find refuge in the owner of the house; a man as troubled as yourself. Unbeknownst to you, he’s sunken his teeth in far deeper; clutching onto you like a lifeline, and the dark, harrowing isolation of winter may drive him to commit acts unforgivable…
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In mid-February, it’s so cold, so desolate, it reminds him of sharp, icy fingers, clamping down on— His childhood home, decrepit with neglect and age, is the last place Sirius ever hoped to return to. It’s lost, crumbling into undignified ruins, deteriorating into filth. With his pest of a house elf still clinging to the old family values, it’s properly gone to the dogs, and he’d gladly let them pick off the carcass. 
But now you’re hiding alongside him - not by choice - you’ve taken it upon yourself to try and ‘fix it up.’ Sirius almost scoffs at the mere thought of it— At you, whose nose wrinkles distastefully at the grime and mould that gracefully adorns his kitchen. You don’t understand that the disease has progressed far beyond the point of recovery. It’s everywhere; it’s in the air you breathe, in the walls, in the carpet. It’s lurking inside the very infrastructure, festering like cancerous growth. The Most Ancient and Noble House of Black, haunted by its rotting opulence: the decaying decor, the cursed, priceless artefacts, the tattered, hateful portraits, courtesy of mum. 
Sirius, who has long since forgotten the luxury of owning his own clothes, wraps himself in the same mothball ridden finery his father died in. Sometimes he feels— He’s eaten alive by the fabric. By vestiges of the past. It still stinks of stale drink, and on nights like these, Orion’s son glares down at the bottom of an empty wine bottle, and thinks that he might be following in his footsteps after all.
On a night like this, the aged floorboards squeak under his heels as he prowls the dilapidated halls. Sirius’ stalking route leads to you, as it usually does, far past midnight. Your bedroom door is sealed tightly shut - probably to keep the heat in - but you never lock it. As if he isn’t dangerous. 
Gripping the weathered knob, he twists it, and lets himself in. The dim, yellowy glow of the gaslamp bolted to the corridor wall is his only light, flickering as it pours into the musty guest room he’s lent you. Sirius lingers on the precipice, his fingers still curled around the handle, sobering up rapidly. 
Blinking slowly, he looks down at you. 
You’re lying on your side, both arms grasping the pillow, dressed in that novelty pyjama set (‘to ward off the draught,’ was the unspoken function of it) Tonks had gifted you for Christmas; a sort of consolation prize. Greatest sympathies, to prepare you for the sordid husk you’ll now inhabit— With him, no less, a man you thought at first to be a killer.
And you, well… You’ve been left skittish from whatever you’re on the run from. He reckons that’s why you’ve latched onto him so powerfully, hoping this unredeemed convict will see fit to protect you from the isolation and the horrors. To help fill the long stretches of time when it’s just been the both of you to keep each other company. Sirius can’t deny his own strong attachment towards you. 
Your presence is comforting, and he’s fallen deeply. Too deeply. It’s why he so often finds himself standing here, watching over you. Sirius envies you, the peaceful sleeper. But he also covets you; if only you’d stay and lay beside him, to heal wounds never spoken of… But he doesn’t know how to ask. 
Silently, he crosses the boundary. 
Rising over your unconscious form, he lifts the quilt, a heavy, lumpy thing, and tentatively rests his knee on the mattress. You sleep peacefully on, even as the rusty old bed-springs squeak underneath him. Sirius slides his exhausted body in behind you, and the dark mass of his own scraggly black hair spills over the cushion. For a moment, he lies there, unmoving and quiet. Even at this safe, chaste distance, your body heat, radiating off you in gradual waves, is enough to soothe the permanent chill that’s seeped into his bones… Sirius can’t resist. He shifts, before placing his forefinger over your throat. 
Sirius can feel your pulse, throbbing with blood; you’re a real, flesh and blood human, warm and alive. Merlin, he’s been deprived for so long, a strong vein feels like it’s a lifeline. This is all he’s ached for, but— No... No. He’s already overstepped a line, one he shouldn’t have ever— He needs to stop, he needs to leave, now, before this all goes too far and he ruins it; ruins you, as he knows he inevitably will. 
But he doesn’t. Sirius’ breath catches in his throat as he tilts his chin ever-so-slightly, and he presses his cold mouth against your exposed nape. You twitch, but do not stir. Sirius licks his dry lips and swallows, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down, as he nudges down the fleeced collar of your pyjama shirt with his thumb. The slope of your neck is covered in fine, delicate hairs, and he can’t help but smile affectionately down at you. Your defenceless state is sweetly endearing. To be so close to you like this, almost holding you, tender as lovers. 
Sirius hesitates, then, squeezing his eyes shut as he endures the lurch of churning revulsion in his gut (he shouldn’t be doing this, he shouldn’t—), he leans forward and plants a string of wet kisses over your bare flesh. So human, so vulnerable… You twitch again, shivering as the ticklish brush of his whiskers rubs lightly over your naked skin. Shame burns like acid in his stomach; but his need for you burns brighter, hotter than fire now, all-consuming… He heaves a jagged sigh, and, unable to stop himself, drags the starving flat of his tongue over your neck, lapping up hungry stripes of perspiration. Sirius tightens his grip on you and shudders with relief— He’s finally quenched his thirst, if only a little. Your intoxicating scent, your taste… 
He’s stolen things, too, before this; he’s not proud of it, but he’s done it. It’s convenient enough to blame it on Kreacher, who hoards all sorts of objects in the first place… What is the difference, really, between the Black family heirlooms and soiled knickers from the wicker basket? No, It hasn’t been so hard to convince you it was Kreacher; to lie and to fib— his old, senile house elf is simply a raging kleptomaniac… You trust him so much… And now Sirius has gone and betrayed that trust entirely. 
Merlin, he needs to stop, he needs to… This should be enough… No, it’s not enough… It’s never enough, he’s barely touched you… Sirius groans feebly into the nape of your neck, slipping the palm of his hand under your nightshirt, desperate for your sacred, lifesaving heat, just a little bit— And then he’ll stop, immediately— just a tiny bit more… You shiver once more, twitching repeatedly as the pads of his fingertips skim over your stomach, still asleep… Sirius brushes his lips over your throat again, as he locks you in wiry arms, inching up your shirt, exposing you to the dark and cold. He traces the slats of your ribs, searching further, until he comes to knead coyly at your breast, teasing your nipple. He dips, finding the steady rhythm of your heartbeat, thumping robustly… Proof of life. 
And you’re definitely real, aren’t you? Not a hallucination, not some illusion… He’s sleepless for the nightmares, but the dreams are always worse, because they remind Sirius of everything he can’t have, not ever again… But he can have you. This stray thought, forceful and insidious, leaks into the dark recesses of his brain. Yes, He can have you— It’s his house, his rules, isn’t it? 
Fuck, he’s disgusting. The realisation of what he’d just conceived of, even momentarily, assaults him with a new stab of remorse. Sirius flinches away, pulling his offending hand out of your pyjamas; but the damage has already been done. By now, he’s pressed flush against you, leeching off your comforting warmth, and his dick is straining tightly against his trousers. Merlin… He’s perverse. 
He throws his forearm over his eyes, blinding himself. Sirius intended for this to be a wholesome encounter, to be sweet and innocent. And now… Have all those years of degradation truly rotted him to the core? Is this what he’s become now? A lustful wretch? This has gone too far, too far— He should leave— 
But now, Sirius has known your touch, and it’s embedded itself parasitically into his mind. He’s swiftly hurtling into addiction; he can’t settle for mere table scraps— To retreat with his tail between his legs, only to find a cold and lonely bed, would be unbearable... Sirius rattles a breath, grasping onto that frayed rope of inherited entitlement he’d meant to cut off a decade ago— He deserves this one thing, surely, after a life of torment… Right? 
You twitch again, mumbling incoherently. Sirius grimaces. He needs to be careful… You might be a heavy sleeper, but he’s already disturbed you too much. If you wake up screaming… He wouldn’t like to think of what he might do. But he’ll stop— He’ll stop after this, he swears it to himself, licking his lips, feeling harder and hungrier than ever. 
Sirius’ forearm props up your leg for him to gain enough access, spreading your thighs open. It’s awkward, but he manages. He tugs down the waistband of your pyjama bottoms, just a bit, so he can touch you, feel you so close to him… Sirius’ hand brushes over a soft tuft of your pubic hair, and he twitches a faint smile… So endearingly vulnerable, before dipping his fingers into your pussy. 
You’re not aroused, but the heat of your core is enough to satisfy him, if only temporarily. Sirius hasn’t done anything like this for a long time; it feels unfamiliar, like all human contact does. He nudges away the curls, tracing your labia, before recalling the shape and form of it, and gently rubbing your clitoris. Fondness, mixed in with his sickening shame, rushes into him, and he presses his lips to your nape again, pleading and soothing like an apology. 
Then, Sirius bites his tongue, justifies himself with the excuse of repaying you with sweet dreams, and pushes his index finger deeper inside your pussy. He hums quietly, indulging in your little twitches, the way your walls flutter around him. It’s not particularly romantic to pleasure you without receiving consent, but lying back-to-chest in the darkness, planting scorching kisses down your neck, he can use his mind to fill in the gaps. Easing out his intruding hand, Sirius tastes the heady flavour of your slick— Merlin. He licks his fingers greedily, drenching them in spit, before plunging them back into your warm cunt, spreading wetness over your folds. 
You let out a sleepy whimper at his touch, and he pauses, going completely stiff with alarm. But— But you haven’t woken up… And now he’s uncontrollable, beyond all morality, relishing in your soft, breathless gasps as he toys with your clit, his damp fingers sliding easily in and out of your pussy. You moan faintly, and the noise vibrates straight to his cock. He’s throbbing, now... Groaning, he forces down his guilt and remorse, discarding them as trite, worthless things. You’re enjoying it, aren’t you? Though you’re still fast asleep— Yes, maybe you’ve hoped for this all along… Secretly. Secretly. Of course, you’ve just been too embarrassed to admit it, but that’s fine… Right now, you’re all his. 
But that’s still not enough. 
Sirius knows what he truly needs; to bury himself inside of you, to merge with you entirely, to steal your warmth for himself— This aching desire, it’s wrong, so revoltingly wrong, but so is he; the entire expanse of flesh covering his body feels like prison, mired in filth, and he’ll never be clean again… He only wishes you could alleviate his pain— Oh, but you can, Sirius will find solace in your heat even if he has to take it from you. He grinds his palm against his temple as he decides. He fights it, but his selfishness wins… Yes, he needs it, needs you— Fuck, he’s about to do something unforgivable, commit a genuine offence; but he’ll make it up to you, of course he will— 
Sirius carefully shuffles down your pyjama bottoms until they’re bunched up around your ankles, followed by your moist panties. He shifts, now painfully hard and weeping in his trousers, and allows your thigh to fall momentarily to unbutton them and release his erection. Rigid and leaking precum, his dick falls over your ass. He readjusts his position on the bed and strokes himself roughly, before hooking his forearm around your leg and lifting it. You jerk unceremoniously and mumble, stirring, but he ignores you— He’s too close, he’s gone too far now… Gritting his teeth, Sirius guides his cock into you, finding you elusive and slippery in the dark, but— The slick of your folds sliding along his length feels heavenly. Sirius licks his lips, smearing precum over your inner thighs, and finally enters you. 
He stifles a raspy moan into your neck. The hug of your tight, wet heat is almost overwhelming— Shuddering, he wholly eases himself inside you. Merlin, you feel so perfect around him… Sirius, gasping rapturously, begins to move, savouring every long, torturous drag against your gummy walls. You’re rousing, now, slurring confused murmurs— “What, what’s going on, hm…”
Sirius doesn’t miss the flutter of lashes, a sharp intake of breath— But he continues, regardless, thrusting in slow, tender arcs. Flinching, you let out a strangled, high-pitched noise, and that’s how Sirius knows you’re truly awake— But he’ll make it up to you, he will— he spreads your thighs wide, to penetrate further, sucking affectionate bites into your neck as he ravishes your quivering body. You tremble and shriek, and your panicked struggling fills him with guilty regret. But he needs this now, he needs you now, he’s been alone for too long— And he’s not going to stop until he’s finished taking you… Feverish, Sirius’ other forearm digs underneath the pillow you’re clutching onto, white-knuckled. He tightens his grip on you before he sinks in deeper, spearing into your intimate core
You whimper, spasming involuntarily. Sirius rumbles with approval, his lips still latched onto your throat. He grabs your thigh firmly, bracing himself against the old headboard. He growls and snaps his hips upward, hitting that delicious spot over and over, trying to elicit more of those sweet noises from you. Even if you’re being frustratingly reticent - too shy, he pretends - you’re still unable to muffle your cries, twitching and writhing in his relentless grasp.
The bed creaks noisily as he hastens his pace, showering wet kisses on your rapidly bruising flesh. His movements are heated and urgent now, growing increasingly desperate— Now he’s inside you, he must fill you utterly— He longs to feel alive with you, slipping a hand down towards where you join together and connect, feeling the way his cock effortlessly slides in and out of your pussy. He dips further to rub harshly at your clit, and you whine, arching. Sirius strokes you mercilessly, his wrist cramping from the awkward positioning— 
But it doesn’t matter, you’re spurring him on with your ecstatic moans, croaky with tears. He doesn’t let up, teasing in sloppy, frantic circles as he bucks into you, revelling in the stickiness of your skin against his; the lewd, wet sound of flesh-on-flesh is obscene. Sirius groans hoarsely, his hips jerking and stuttering as your cunt squeezes around his dick with his every forceful thrust— You are enjoying this…    
Fuck, he is too— Hot pleasure jolts up his spine like the tightening of a knot; and you, crying out with loud whimpers as your spongy insides clench and squeeze around him— Sirius can’t take it anymore. He forgoes gentleness, pounding into your cunt with beastly intensity. You choke out a sob, lurching away from him, but he overpowers and holds you down, still abusing your sensitive clit— He’s going to fuck you until you cum, whether you want it or not— And his hungry mouth returns to sink livid, red marks into your neck, teeth grazing your artery. Something in the wooden bed frame cracks ominously— 
But he ignores it, his breathing growing laboured and husky as he slams his hips into you, again and again, forcing you to whine until your voice breaks. You’re shaking violently in his grip— He can sense it, and you’re close, so close— He’s getting sloppier; rapidly approaching orgasm, and your reactions are boiling his blood, whipping up a primal frenzy in his brain— Sirius pinches your clit, and you climax. 
Your euphoric moan chokes into a loud sob. Sirius growls at the way you clench around him, and pins you down with his body weight. His hand slips and pushes your leg up high, fucking you harder still through your orgasmic tremors— He’s following right behind you, on the cusp— You’re impossibly tight—
Merlin, you’re so damn tight— Sirius barely remembers to— He pulls himself out with a heavy groan, and his seed spills messily over the inside of your thigh. Hazy static pours over him, smothering the guilt, the emptiness… As it gradually tapers out, he feels the absence of your heat, of your closeness, and it pangs like the pain of starvation. It takes a moment for him to recover, lying beside you, his face buried in the crook of your neck. Then, he pushes himself up onto his elbow. 
Panting, Sirius’ damp hair clings to his forehead, stinging his eyes. He wipes it, and fog clears, revealing only desecration.
As if murdered, you lie very still— Or try to, but your breathing is ragged and uneven. You’re glistening with orgasmic sweat, chest heaving as he rests your trembling leg back onto the mattress. You jolt, as if hiccuping, still wracked with sobs. Sirius’ heart aches for you— Merlin, no, what has he done?— He wants to take this moment back, but it’s too late now. The only fix he can think of is practical, like ridding a crime scene of evidence… 
Sirius pulls out his wand, flicking shakily, evaporating his cum, but the scent of your lovemaking still lingers, thick in the air. With as much dignity as he’s able to grant you, he tugs your pyjamas and knickers up your hips. He tucks himself in and buttons his trousers, swimming in post-climax numbness. For a few minutes, he resumes his vigil behind you, as if he’d never done it at all. But you’re colder and distant; farther away than he’s ever felt you. Sighing, he gently strokes your hair. You don’t flinch or shiver away from his touch, but lie still, perfectly still… Your tear-stained cheek is still stuck to the damp patch on your pillow. Sirius passes over it deliberately. You’ve been asleep this entire time, blissfully unaware… That’s a lie he’ll peddle for both of your sakes, until this all melts safely into a nightmare.
It’s agony to tear himself away from your warmth, but Sirius knows he’s ruined everything by violating you, and lingering will only hurt you more. He presses one final, adoring kiss to your neck, yearning to embrace you, then slips wordlessly out of bed.
To forbid himself, he uses magic to bolt the lock.
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Morning brings clarity. 
He walks into the kitchen, and the stone tiles clack under his boots, echoing, echoing… You’re there, also, preparing a slow, tedious breakfast.
The silence is heavy. Sirius wants to break it, but the quiet feels impenetrable; a chasm of his own design. For a moment, he frowns, looming uneasily over the dining table, aggravated by the clinking of the jar as you spread jam on your toast, eyes downcast.
Then, he pulls out a rickety chair and sits down. 
You don’t smile at him today. You don’t return his probing gaze. You knife up more slimy jam— Too much, now, and the bread has gone soggy. 
If you’d only burst into tears, he’d gladly take you in his arms to hold you now. Sirius could be your solitary comfort, as you have been his… Only, your new, withdrawn, gloomy state unnerves him. His face darkens… Your bond has truly been broken.
But there’s something else, too. 
Remorse gnawed his flesh until daybreak, and was scarred over by something cruel and hard, burrowing gruesomely inside him like an infection.
He could think of it this way: returning to his old childhood home has done very, very strange things to him. Yes… That’s it. Sirius has never had anything so warm and lovely in this place... And indeed, he’s spent much of his life out of control and powerless… But he does have power over you. It occurs to him abruptly. He does have power over you.  
Sirius leans back in his chair with a squeak. His guilt, hot and shameful, broils fiercely in his gut, but it intertwines with a kind of grim satisfaction. 
It’s his house, his rules… 
So why shouldn’t he have you?
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thefiery-phoenix · 6 months
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YANDERE SIRIUS BLACK X READER
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Sirius during his school days at Hogwarts was actually kinda cocky. He was confident, with his looks and his charming personality, no one would be able to resist him. He never really had that much time to fall in love with people, true, he did like messing with people every now and then but he never expected to fall in love
You were in Sirius' year and he didn't really notice you till a certain amount of time passed. He was surprised, how come he didn't notice someone so cute looking like you? He observed you for some time: Your characteristics and your personality. He saw how kind you were and how sweet and shy you were, always kept yourself to yourself. He wondered how you even managed to end up in Gryffindor when you could've done well in Hufflepuff but whatever, he wasn't complaining. He had you closer to him and he was thrilled
His first goal was to become your friend and then ask you out to the Three Broomsticks where he'll confess his love to you and the both of you would be a happy lovely couple. It was the perfect plan for him, till you decided to form another path for yourself
You couldn't deny that Sirius was handsome and charming. But you weren't really looking forward to be in a relationship with anyone at the moment. So, when Sirius called you to the Three Broomsticks, he handed you a rose and ordered butterbeers and some desserts for you guys to eat. He didn't give you the idea that he was confessing his love for you since he wanted it to be a surprise, a surprise which of course his friends James, Lupin and Peter helped him in. They helped him in the decorations and keeping his bratty little brother Regulus away out of sight so he couldn't steal you from their friend
After you were done talking and chilling with your drinks and desserts, Sirius held your petite soft hands in his rough and large ones and went "Y/N, uhh... I don't know how to say this but I really love you and I'd love it if you went out with me'' he said blushing. Your heart dropped, you most certainly weren't expecting this. You just thought he invited you to have a chat for old times' sake and to relax as friends, you had no idea he was going to pour out his feelings for you
You gulped nervously and a heavy feeling settled in your chest. You didn't want to let him down, you REALLY didn't want to, but you had to follow your heart. And right now your heart was telling you to live life on your own terms and not to be in a relationship with anyone. Besides, you just befriended Sirius only for a few months, you had to get to know someone properly for like, YEARS before you wanted to date someone. You tried to let him down gently "Sirius, you're a great guy. I'm sure you have lots of people fawning over you and people who'd die to be with you, but.... how do I say this....'' you trailed off and rubbed the back of your neck looking awkward and a bit sad. "Tell me what?" asked Sirius anxiously peering at your face. He didn't want to hear your answer anymore, it would break his heart and he wouldn't be able to handle it
"I'm really not looking to be in a relationship with anyone right now... I'm sorry, I'm so sorry....'' you whispered and stared down at the table, not wanting to meet his eyes. Sirius felt numb, he felt like his heart was shattering into a million pieces and he couldn't move. You told him a quick 'bye' and ran off, his friends ran to comfort him
Meanwhile after a few days, you tried forgetting about him. But the hurt look on his face kept haunting you at the night. You were in the courtyard reading a book. The weather was nice and windy, quite the opposite of what you felt. You felt down in the dumps for rejecting Sirius, but you had a feeling he'd most probably forgotten about the whole thing anyway and besides, he could always find someone else. You had no idea how wrong you were: Sirius was not able to forget about you, he confronted his brother Regulus and asked him if he had anything to do with you rejecting him. Of course he ended up jinxing Regulus in anger since he felt that he was lying. Next he bullied Snape for a while thinking he manipulated you or bullied you to reject him till you intervened and asked him to leave him alone
Sirius was infuriated and it was like rubbing salt in a wound. Why TF were you standing up to SNIVELLUS SNAPE? Maybe he was right... maybe Snape HAD something and his worst fears were now confirmed. You could be dating Snape. His friends found out that you weren't dating anyone and that made him relax a little. He stalked you in his Animagus form for a while and you of course didn't know it was Sirius in Animagus form. You thought it was just a random cute dog and you spent time with it. Every single second you spend with him, holding it and cuddling with it, you were fueling his dark twisted desires for you. And these days you could see that Sirius was looking happier for some reason so... you assumed it was all good for him
It was... since he was planning to kidnap you the next time he turned into his Animagus form. Not exactly 'kidnap' you per se, he'd just keep you in the Shrieking Shack, but don't worry, Sirius won't leave you alone. Your kindness and sweet nature was too addicting for him and he was far too selfish to share you with anyone else....
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prettybabybaby · 2 years
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content: toxic relationship, mean!toxic!sirius, fem!reader
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Sirius grunts, eyes trained on the computer screen in front of him. He removes one of his hands from your head to tuck his hair behind his ears. The pornographic moans of women and slapping of skin on skin blast out of the speakers.
You gag around him, hitting his thighs as a signal for him to slow down his brutal thrusts. You know he won’t but it doesn’t stop you from trying.
Lewd, wet noises from his cock slipping in and out of your throat get louder as he speeds up. You whimper and gag, gripping his thighs.
“Shut up,” he grits, “you’re gonna make me go soft.”
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morsmordream · 2 years
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maybe it’s my love for dark!au’s, but i am obsessed with the idea of a darker, slytherin, sirius black.
think about it.
at eleven, sirius black was almost a hatstall. he had the core traits of slytherin and gryffindor, and would flourish in either house. the traits were perfectly balanced, meaning the choice was in his hands. he could go to gryffindor, stepping into the hopes that the boys he met on the train would join him, or he could go to slytherin, making his family proud for once. upholding the reputation of the noble and most ancient house of black, as the heir should do. all the young purebloods he was raised alongside would be there. it would be the safe bet- and he knew he was cunning enough to keep friends from any house.
so he chose slytherin. and flourish he did. sirius was friends with everyone he should be- mulciber, avery, lestrange, rookwood, the carrows. even snape- a halfblood. when regulus joined two years later, their little group expanded- also including crouch and rosier. of course, sirius didn’t care much for blood purity, it didn’t matter to him, so he just stayed out of the taunting of muggleborns and he got along with everyone just fine. he didn’t need to outwardly hate muggleborns to be a black- he just told everyone he didn’t want to get into trouble.
he told himself, as he sat on the sorting stool, that he’d be friends with whoever he wanted, and he upheld that promise. no matter how well he got along with his housemates, his best friends were james potter (the blood-traitor) and remus lupin (a half-blood). he was friends with their friend, peter pettigrew, too- but he didn’t quite warm up to him the same, something about that boy seemed off. he befriended others in the house, too- frank longbottom, alice fortescue, marlene mckinnon, dorcas meadowes. even lily potter- before she even befriended james. but no one was ever as close as remus and james were to him. sirius’s gryffindor friends were his best kept secret- no one knew! just how his brothers-in-all-but-blood didn’t know about how sirius practiced the dark arts in his dorm at night. he could have the best of both worlds. he was sure of it.
the summer before sixth year, he realised that no matter what he did- he couldn’t make his parents proud enough. proud enough not to offer their eldest child up to be marked by the dark lord. but sirius had no choice here. he couldn’t be disowned, he couldn’t let regulus be marked instead. even if he very much wanted to stay out of his war. so he took the mark. he practiced the dark arts with more fervour than usual. he spelled his clothes down over his wrists. he was oh-so-careful to ensure that his gryffindor friends never found out. no matter how much they loved each other, sirius knew they wouldn’t understand. they would never be faced with the kind of decision he had to make. their friendship was very much rooted in their belief that sirius was nothing like the rest of his house. they clung on to the belief that sirius could have, should have, been gryffindor. he let them think that, they don’t need to know he chose slytherin.
he did something he shouldn’t have in sixth year, too. he allowed himself to fall for someone he could never have. stolen kisses and frantic touching in dark corners that they could never discuss in daylight was what sirius had to accept for his relationship with remus. he hoped this war would be over sooner rather than later, so they could be together properly. he would worry about the mark on his arm at a later date, no one would see it until he wanted them to.
or, so he thought. sirius was still a slytherin, you see. a black, too. attending hogwarts in the midst of a brewing war. well, you understand what people must have assumed. which was how sirius found himself in the hospital wing, having been caught unawares by a rather nasty curse to the back. in the dead of night, as he lay in a potion-induced sleep, his two beloved gryffindors visited him without sirius knowing. sirius couldn’t reapply the sticking charm to his sleeve before sleeping, and when he moved his arm in his slumber- james and remus almost threw up. sirius was a death eater. the boy who made up creative nicknames for you-know-who was one of his minions. betrayed didn’t even cover it. had sirius been lying about his views all this time? was he friends with them to gather intellect? they didn’t know.
they had the decency to leave him a letter. and what a letter it was- two pages of pure heartbreak and anger. sirius almost broke when he read it. almost but not quite. you see, the black heir could not break. especially not when he had been chosen to serve the mighty dark lord so young. he wrote a letter back, a rather scathing one at that. they didn’t understand, they would never understand. sirius didn’t have a choice in the matter- he would be disowned or even dead if he hadn’t taken that mark. duty came before feelings, and if they couldn’t understand that and just accept that he was still the sirius they befriended on that train five years ago then they would be lucky if he ever forgave them.
but, they couldn’t understand. they treated him the same as they did any other slytherin. hexes in the halls, insults spat across classrooms. sirius tried to be the bigger person, he really did. but as the weeks went by, it became so easy to spit insults like blood-traitor, or mudblood, or to return those hexes back tenfold. sure, james had a nasty bat-bogey hex and remus was a pretty stellar dueller, but they didn’t wield the dark arts. they wouldn’t have looked at sirius like that when he finally retaliated if they did.
when sirius was eighteen, regulus took the mark anyway. sirius had hoped to prevent this two years ago, allowing himself to be marked to spare regulus the fate- even if regulus believed in the dark lord’s values so much more than he did. but regulus wasn’t forced to join- he made the choice himself. he wanted to be marked. so who was sirius to stop him? the curses had gotten so much easier by this point, his actions didn’t keep him up at night any longer. he had smothered the guilt long ago. he didn’t mourn the loss of james’ and remus’ friendship every day. he was doing his duty to his family, and to his lord. and he was doing it well.
when he was nineteen, he received an invite to james’ wedding to lily evans- along with strict instructions for himself and severus snape. they were to be glamoured, siting at the back- and were in no circumstances allowed to attend the reception. three years on, and james still wanted him at his wedding. lily still wanted severus there. as they both watched the nuptials, barely-there tears in their eyes for very different reasons, sirius allowed himself to hope. to hope that one day things would be back to normal. over the next few months, sirius felt the sparks of this normalcy blooming- himself and james began exchanging letters. they talked about anything and everything but the war. never the war. never the opposing sides. even if sirius had a very strong suspicion that james was part of the lucrative order of the phoenix.
when he was twenty, james made sirius the godfather of his child. harrison james potter, born july 31st 1980. remus still barely looked at sirius when he visited, but that was okay. they were civil, even if it was only for baby harry. even if sirius could sense the betrayal that a fucking death eater was made godfather over him. sirius swore an unbreakable vow to james- nothing he would do would ever knowingly bring harm upon harry. he apologised to lily a lot. listen, lily, i know i shouldn’t have called you a mudblood. i know. i know i deserved every hex you threw at me. if i didn’t call you one i think i’d very well be dead though, and how could you live without my sparkling wit? this war will be over one day, you know. if my side win, i’ll get you out of britain to somewhere safe. if your lot win, put in a good word for me at my trial, yeah? ow, fuck, lily! that fucking hurt!
then came the chaos. the result of half a prophecy overheard in a seedy pub that alleged that baby harry could defeat the dark lord. sirius thought it was bullshit. it seemed so set up. who would reveal a prophecy in a pub? why only half of it? he told his lord this, but without proof he knew he too would err on the side of caution- just like his lord. regulus came to him around this time, frantically rambling about horcruxes and the mistakes they have made in joining- and sirius gripped him in the stairway of grimmauld place and told him to keep his bloody head down. sirius knew what happened to those who weren’t loyal. he couldn’t lose his brother. he wouldn’t.
he warned james about the prophecy- and the potters went under fidelius. sirius understood why he wasn’t the secret keeper, really, he was just happy to be in their lives. peter pettigrew became a seedy little face at the death eater meetings. he never spoke up. the dark lord never gave him orders- implying he had a mission that was not for everyone to know. sirius was very suspicious, but surely remus was the secret keeper? peter never seemed truly loyal to his friends. he wouldn’t be the secret keeper, would he?
ah. no. he would. sirius went nuts at james when he found out, hexes flying all across the kitchen of the cottage at godric’s hollow. i’m telling you, he’s a fucking death eater james. he’s at all the meetings. no, i’m not bloody lying, i’m at the fucking meetings too you arsehole. no, i’m not just upset you didn’t make me secret keeper- you should have picked remus. no, it’s not too late to change it. floo remus, now. yes, it has to be remus. you shouldn’t trust anyone else, james, really. ten fucking years and when has remus ever let you down? exactly. he’ll do it, and i’ll deal with pettigrew. it’s not too late.
but it was too late. sirius should have asked who was the secret keeper earlier, and james would have been alive. he went after pettigrew, of course he did. and he was almost successful- one more curse and the rat would have been finished. in the space of twenty four hours his lord was gone, his godson had been snatched up by sodding dumbledore, regulus had faked his own death and was in the black manor in france, his best friend was fucking dead, and the ministry were rounding up death eaters- rosier was quite possibly dead, snape was in a ministry holding cell, malfoy manor was being raided as he spoke, the lestranges were going even more fucking mental than usual and that couldn’t be good, and there were wanted posters up everywhere. sirius had nothing left to lose- he could cast the killing curse easily, and he was ready to do it.
of course, peter pettigrew was a rat for a reason- and he really lived up to his animagus form. at twenty one, sirius black found himself serving life in azkaban surrounded by fellow death eaters for the murder of 13 muggles and peter pettigrew himself. quite impressive, really- if he had been the one to do it, of course.
twelve years in azkaban without a trial, and no one from the light ever considered that he was innocent. sirius may have been a death eater, but his mind was always neutral before azkaban. but not now. not after so long in that hellhole. lucius malfoy had tried to use his influence to get sirius a trial multiple times, but albus dumbledore blocked it. albus dumbledore who knew that peter pettigrew was the potter’s secret keeper.
in the end, harry himself got sirius out. even without sirius, remus or even his own father, harry had managed to acquire the mauraders map- and it wasn’t long until he pieced together that ronald weasley’s pet rat was listed as one peter pettigrew on the map. by some kind of miracle, young harry had the sense not to go to dumbledore. he contacted amelia bones directly. sirius got a fair trial, he was declared innocent. regulus made a quiet return from france, and moved into the black manor in york. remus still didn’t fully trust him, and dumbledore blocked sirius from having custody of harry- claiming that he would be too unstable from azkaban.
but that was ok. sirius had a plan. and that plan involved joining the order of the phoenix. offering up grimmauld place to the order as their headquarters. gathering information. researching horcruxes. ensuring that when the day came for his lord to return, he would have proved himself loyal and found a way to spare harry. the light had failed him, and the dark had nurtured him. sirius was going to save his godson, and burn wizarding britain to the ground.
sirius was almost a hatstall, you see. gryffindor and slytherin. the bravery and determination of a gryffindor, and the ambition and cunning of a slytherin. red and emerald, gold and silver. sirius chose slytherin, and slytherin chose him. failure wasn’t an option, and he would use any means to achieve his aim.
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jennandblitz · 1 year
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WIP Wednesday Thursday
(I gotta start doing these on the right day, damn. I was busy last night so here's a snippet of more Death Eater Sirius, entirely for @msalexwp 🖤 slight nsfw below!
“You’re tired,” Sirius says by the time he’s kissed his way back up Remus’ body and his eyes are still closed.
“Mmm, you tire me out,” Remus hums. 
Sirius kisses him softly then sits up, wishing to pluck this moment out of his mind and preserve it for use in the family Pensieve whenever he wants. Remus looks beautiful and Sirius wants to raze the whole world, turn it to ash and present it to Remus like an offering to some fiery deity. “Good. Rest and we’ll see each other soon.”
Remus cracks an eye open, still smirking. “I quite like this lounging around and you coming to fuck me.”
“At the Hart,” Sirius retorts. He stands then and pulls on the clothes he’d hurried to divest himself of earlier, his trousers sliding back over his thighs. “I won’t come to Clapham again.”
“It’s not that bad!” Remus rolls onto his side. There is a sheen of come dripping down one thigh and his tan skin looks divine in the moonlight. 
from Please Set Me On Fire
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pedropascalsgff · 1 year
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dark sirius black is my biggest guilty pleasure
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pawfulsofmischief · 2 years
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Corruption is the Flesh Ch6 Update
Dumbledore and Snape make their first move with the prophecy. James, Sirius, and Peter have a revelation. And a meeting with none other than Voldemort exposes something interesting in Harry.
Gaping, James couldn’t hide the shock or, well, annoyance that crept in when he realised Harry had, technically, just spoken rather than babbled. “Did- Did my son just say his first words in a language I can’t even understand?”  “It would seem so, Potter,” Regulus said, watching James with a raised brow. He seemed to be the least phased out of it all, aside from Voldemort and Harry himself, and instead looked rather amused if anything. “At least you were present for it.” A laugh, though short and quiet, came from Voldemort, giving James yet another shock. Because who knew the man could laugh ? Apparently tonight was the night of trying to give James a heart attack it seemed. “You will be happy to know he called you Dada, even if it was in hisses.” Voldemort informed James, and surprisingly it did make him happy to know that.
New update for CitF!! I've gotten the next chapter started, and this one all edited, so I figured it was time to toss y'all another update <3 I hope you enjoy!!
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onthemerits · 4 months
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the intro to a hypothetical wolfstar ballad of songbirds and snakes au that i probably wont write more of:
cw slightly graphic descriptions of injuries, death, rabies, and cannibalism
Sirius doesn’t necessarily like the Capitol, and you could say he’s seen its low points. He watched from his bedroom window as the streets turned to trenches. He was there in the kitchen when his family’s fluffy, pampered poodle started frothing at the mouth and lunged for his mother’s throat. From behind a dumpster, he and his little brother bore witness to his father’s friends– honorable men– chopping limbs off of dead women's bodies– made into scavengers by starvation. 
But nothing he’s seen, nothing he’s experienced– not gunfire, not rabies, not cannibalism– could compare to the horror of watching his little brother’s mangled, burned, and bloated corpse get hoisted from the bottom of the Novus Trevi.
Sirius had been holding out hope that he was alive. He saw Regulus get blasted back. He saw his shirt catch on fire. He heard him cry out. He heard the splash as he launched himself into the Plaza’s massive, churning fountain to escape the spreading flames. 
But it wasn’t until they pulled out the body and revealed his brother’s locket around its throat that Sirius gave it up for a lost cause. He fell to his knees right there in the street and vomited. He would have stayed there, if not for Andromeda.
But he had to get up. Because Sirius was all that was left– the only remaining son to the once-formidable House of Black.
And the rebels did that. District rebels. Rebels who claimed to be fighting for the country’s children. 
So yeah. Sirius hates the districts. Sue him.
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theheartbrokenones · 2 years
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Guess who is actually working on her Yandere Sirius and Ravenclaw Severus story haha yeah I am and boy can I tell you I am actually giggling like a manic because I can actually write again. Let me know if you want a sneak peak to what’s going to happen in the future for the story because believe me I am the most please what I have for the future of Dark Paradise
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soapyblubbles · 1 year
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⟡˙⋆𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐤⋆˙⟡
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pairings: toxic!sirius x fem!reader
warnings: mentions of cheating, dacryphilia, degradation, bondage (readers hands are tied), orgasm denial, overstimulation, toxic relationships, sirius covers readers mouth
summary: sirius figures out what you and james did a few weeks ago.
a/n: so there will definitely be more to this. i’m not going to promise when because for some reason every time i do, i spiral. anyways here is the filth, enjoy!!
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It had been weeks since that night with James.
You both had been shying away from each other, memories replaying in your minds over and over with each accidental shared glance. You thought you’d been hiding it well.
Not well enough, apparently.
“Thought you could get away with it, didn’t you?” You shake your head, protests muffled by the palm on your mouth. You long to reach for him like you always do but his tie is wrapped around your wrists, meant to deter you from doing just that.
Sirius’ hips push into yours meanly, angry and unrelenting. “Thought you wouldn’t get a punishment after letting poor Jamie fuck you?” Sirius sneers out. He quickly gets the pressure in your abdomen to build, dragging you until your right on the verge of cumming before abruptly pulling out, leaving you panting and twitching. Aching for relief.
“No!” You cry out, tears filling your eyes at his words. You’re too far gone to realize that he’s just fucking with you at this point. Trying to get you back to the brink of tears. It works though.
Every. Single. Time.
“I bet you're secretly waiting for the right moment. So you can get all of our friends to take their shot. And you.. you’ll let them, won’t you?” He remarks cruelly, quickening his pace. He hasn’t come yet, the pleasure of watching you be pushed to your limits quickly overcame any desire he had to.
“If you ask me— only if you ask me to.” You gasp out, trying not to let your legs close in order to stave off the mounting pleasure.
Sirius groans, looking positively gleeful. He chuckles derisively as he mutters a quiet disbelieving, “Of course you fucking will.”
His hips slows as he pushes away the hair clinging to your damp forehead, a mocking smile suddenly flitting across his face. “You know why pup?” His voice is far too sweet for you to fall for his trap. The saccharine tone warning you of the filth about to spew from his mouth. You tense, waiting for the other shoe to drop but the sudden feel of his soft lips pecking the tip of your nose startles you.
You look up at him hopefully then, stars in your eyes. “Because I’m yours?” It’s whispered pitifully, questioningly, and all you desperately want to do is please him.
“That’s right, you’re fucking mine.”
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peppermint-toads · 2 years
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send my best
an: sorry my marauders comeback had to be this way
cw: sirius black doesn’t love you, piv sex, reader cheats on remus, sirius hits you, this is honestly just abuse
parts one and two available here: marlene mutt
It never should’ve happened. He should’ve left like he always did, disappearing to do whatever Lord Black did after he was satisfied. That was your little nickname for him. Lord Black always took what he wanted with no regard for his weeping subjects. Never did the little nickname leave your throat around him, though. That would’ve been a grave mistake.
You were nervous. He would only show you such tenderness if he was plotting something, something horrible. You lay awake as he played with your body, ran his fingers up and down your spine and watched how you twitched.
You should’ve been relaxed, a lover’s touch should melt your worries away, comfort you. But he wasn’t really a lover, was he? The cool air began to sting your widened eyes. You tried to regulate your breaths but you were too far gone. Your mind was reeling. You couldn’t help it when your throat vibrated with the deadly words:
“Do you love me, Sirius?”
You couldn’t see his face, but you were sure that any moment he would leave, or strike you, or even something worse.
When you were met with more, even softer touches, tears rolled down your cheeks, chest heaving with anxiety. He caressed every inch of your body, hands melding your breasts and pulling you closer to his chest. His touch was so soft on your skin. He’d never touched you like this before. Goosebumps prickled on your skin and heat pooled in your abdomen, but it all felt so wrong.
When Sirius shifted down the bed to rest between your thighs, you could’ve sworn you were dreaming, having a nightmare really. Maybe he’d drugged you and you were hallucinating, maybe he’d really left you for dead.
He placed gentle kisses on your thighs, and you waited for the moment his teeth would gnaw at your flesh, but it didn’t come. He was soft, and he licked at your puffy cunt tenderly, like he cared. He even let you card your fingers through his hair as you were coaxed towards an orgasm.
You let out a high pitched sigh, about to warn him you were going cum, and he pulled back. He hovered above you now. His shadow made everything feel dark again.
“See, if I loved you, that is how I would treat you.”
You cowered away from him, cramming yourself close to your headboard. He loomed closer.
“Stupid to think,” he spat. He struck down on your nose, but nothing cracked or crunched.
Your hands flew to cup your now bleeding nose and he pulled them away quickly.
“Ah, ah, ah,” he tutted. “Let me see it.”
He frowned as if to say poor thing.
You didn’t notice when your breath became so sharp and so frequent or when your heart started beating like a rabbit’s.
“Panting like a dog.” He mumbled, yanking you down the bed by your ankles.
He took you harshly, as he always did, but you hardly noticed. Paralyzed underneath him, you were too busy focusing on the constricting feeling in your chest and warm blood dripping into your mouth.
You realized, though, he was letting you look at him. Your face wasn’t shoved into the sheets or the floor. You were looking him in the eye, and he wasn’t doing anything about it.
He looked you in the eye when he finished and your heart swelled.
He dressed leisurely, taking his time. And for a moment you pretended he had just finished making tender love to you. You pretended that he was your boyfriend and he loved you. You smiled warmly and your eyes brimmed with salt.
He stalked over to the bed where you lie.
“Look at that, mutt. You’re gaping.” He pulled your legs apart, revealing your fluttering hole that he’d stretched apart moments ago. “So loose, don’t see why Remus even bothers.” He was right, you didn’t deserve Remus, but not for that reason.
Sirius scooped up his cum that was leaking onto your thighs, shoving it back inside of you with his middle finger. Your body jolted forward, careening to get away, away, away from him. He held you down and you kicked.
“Send my best to Remus, would you?”
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fiendishfyre · 1 year
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Hello! I'm interested about Sirius Fest Fic? Sirius is by far sooooo addictive!
I am a sirius addict. Will not quit anytime soon. I think you know how much I can obsess over the man. XD Well, that fest is over but I can still continue the fic. Sirius 'breaks' and doesn't run away, actually becomes the proper heir or as proper as he allows himself because you can't 100% break that guy down. Grey/Dark!Sirius for sure. I am still on the main chapter and it's like building on Walburga and Orion nearing their ends wits with him. Oh, the main relationship will be Sirius/Rabastan! Hahaha. I had/still have big plans. I don't want it to be a one shot fic. Want chapters and all. I never do chapter fics. So that'll be new for me. Past chaptered fics I've done were never updated past like chapter 3/4. BUT this one I want to finish it. hgiewugehjwk I am rambling. I have notes of this fic in my notebook myself. I usually only do that if I really like the fic idea.
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prettybabybaby · 2 years
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¡ 18+ only ! ¡ minors do not interact !
content: mean!sirius, crybaby!fem!reader
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“Always blubbering,” Sirius groans, hold on your neck tightening. You whine, fat tears falling fast. He thrusts up into from where he sits on the couch with you perched on top of him, staring at you with his intimidating gray eyes.
He pulls you closer by your neck, forcing a kiss on your lips. His tongue licks inside your mouth, suckling on your still tongue. You don’t kiss back, you can’t. He finally releases your tongue and you can feel a string of slick spit connecting you together. Sirius licks greedily at it while pressing his forehead to yours. “Slow down, please, Siri,” you say when he speeds up.
You watch him roll his eyes, “always acting like you don’t like it when your little pussy drips pathetically for my cock.”
You whimper at his words, feeling yourself tighten around his pulsing cock.
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morsmordream · 1 year
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The Forgotten Son
Albus Dumbledore was a good man, he was sure of it. He was a great man, in fact, with a solid plan for the greater good. A false prophecy, a few (technical) assassinations, and faking the death of the Boy-Who-Lived’s brother were just a few of the things he had to do to ensure the victory of the Light and the eventual defeat of Lord Voldemort. No war came without sacrifices, of course, and he was more than prepared to make them.
After accidentally killing his muggle uncle, Hadrian Cygnus Potter-Black finds out who he really is, rejoins the Wizarding World as a member of the Ancient and Most Noble House of Black, frees his godfather from Azkaban, and decides that if Dumbledore has a plan for the Light to prevail- then he will snub out the Light and leave darkness in its place.
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i’m writing a self-indulgent dark harry fic!
featuring…
slytherin! dark! harry
(most likely) nottpott
good voldemort and good death eaters
death eater sirius black
regulus lives!
sentient diary horcrux tom riddle
harry potter is not called harry potter
harry potter has a twin
the black family are not evil
and, of course, dumbledore bashing (i hate him)
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