Perfect | S.b.

perfect | s.b.

tw: body dysmorphia, fluff

insecure reader, sirius black x reader

You stand in the Gryffindor dorm, staring at your reflection in the mirror with a defeated look on your face. You're stripped down to your bra and panties, so you can see your body for itself. Your fat, ugly, body. You turn this way and that, inhaling deeply and standing straighter to try and make your stomach look smaller. Your mind starts to race with curses and cruel words about how disgusting you looked.

A tear snakes down your cheek as you wrap your arms tightly around your stomach, as though you could physically squeeze the fat away. Your gaze is hopelessly transfixed on your reflection in the mirror, not even realising when your boyfriend peeks his head in through the door.

Sirius sees the tears on your face and feels his heart drop to his stomach, silently padding across the floor towards you. He wraps his arms around your waist and you flinch, snapping back to reality as he rests his head on your shoulder.

"What's wrong, pretty girl?" he whispers, kissing the tears on your cheek. "Nothing." you sigh, willing more tears not to fall but they do anyway, seeing your boyfriend's reflection in the mirror. Seeing how perfect he was, with his silky black locks and stormy grey eyes and body of a greek god. He could easily have any girl he wanted. Why did he ever choose you?

"Baby," Sirius murmurs sadly but bemusedly. "I can see the cogs turning in your head and the tears in your eyes. What's got my girl so upset?" he nudges at your cheek gently. You turn your face away, not missing the look of heartbreak on his face. "I just... I was thinking... I think I'm too fat." you mumble quickly, wanting to get it over with, wanting to hear the truth spill from his lips.

There's dead silence for a moment, as Sirius tries to take in what you said. His mouth opens and closes a few times as he stares at you in the mirror. Your breath hitches, feeling the dread settling in your stomach. "What?" he finally blurts out, seemingly at a loss for words. He grabs your hips tightly and spins you around to face him. "You're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen, love. Why - why would you even think you're too fat? Who told you that?" he says, his words filled with so much sincerity and worry you feel like you could cry.

"No one told me that... I just felt that way," you mutter, glancing away as an embarassed blush coats your cheeks. Sirius sighs. "Baby. Look at me," he says firmly, tilting your chin up until you finally meet his eyes. The love in his eyes makes you slightly giddy. "You're drop dead gorgeous. And I'm not just saying this, I mean it. You're not fat, you're perfect the way you are. I love your curves. I love your body. I love everything about you."

You open your mouth to deny, but Sirius clamps a hand over your mouth, shaking his head and smiling lightly. "No, let me tell you just how pretty you are, baby." He takes his hand off your mouth and holds you at arm's length, his hands on your waist.

Sirius moves his hands to your stomach and smiles at you, his eyes never once leaving yours. "I love your adorable little belly pouch, it's the perfect place to lay my head on. And when you wear tight dresses, it makes you look like an angel," he coos, and you feel your heart melt as he squeezes your stomach gently. He moves his hands to your sides, tracing the length of your hips with his long, slender fingers.

"These stretch marks, they're beautiful. They're yours. And they make your skin look like a veil of golden stardust with dark marks of the galaxy peeking through," he says earnestly, his grin widening as he sees your cheeks start to redden.

Sirius trails his hands to your thighs, pinching them playfully. "And my favourite place to be is in between these jaw-droppingly stunning thighs," he smirks, earning a watery chuckle from you as you slap his arm away playfully. Grateful tears start to pool in your eyes again as he pulls you towards him, burying your head in his chest. "I wish you could see yourself the way I see you, angel." he murmurs, affection coating his voice as he whispers in your ear. "You're beautiful. And don't you ever doubt that, okay?"

You nod against his chest as the tears stream down your cheeks. "Thank you," you choke out, feeling your heart swell with love for your boyfriend who accepted your body, heck - who worshipped it. He presses a soft kiss to the crown of your head. "Nothing to thank me for. If my girl forgets just how godly she looks, I don't mind reminding her." You hear the smile in his voice and pull back slightly to see the smirk start to take over his handsome features.

Sirius wipes your tears away and takes your hand, pulling you towards the bed. That earns a giggle from you as he announces cheekily, "Now, let me kiss every part of your hell of a body and remind you just how perfect you are."

starlight | s.b.

tw: sh

sh comfort, sirius black x reader

You feel the blood rush to your head, see the thick red liquid trickling down your arm, taste the salty tears on your cheeks. Your back aches from pressing against the wall, slumped down on the floor of the bathroom.

You choke back a sob as you press the blade to your wrist, wincing as the bright red droplets pool within the white line. Just one more. Your brain screams at you to hurt yourself again. One last one. The voices in your head intensify as you slice your skin, again and again.

This was your fault. You deserved this. Failing on a charms test - how could you be so stupid? You had studied for hours in a row, and still managed to fail. You stupid girl. You internally curse yourself, pressing a hand to your mouth to muffle your sobs.

Your head starts to feel fuzzy from the blood loss, the red liquid dripping from your hand like water from a faucet. Black spots cloud your vision as your eyelids droop, head lolling onto your shoulder. Suddenly, you hear a knock on the door and your eyes snap open in panic. "Y/n, love, are you in there?" Sirius' voice blares through the haze in your head like starlight.

"Uh-" you scramble to stuff the blade into your pocket, grabbing the toilet roll from the sink. "Yeah, I'm in here. I'm okay!" your voice turns unnaturally high-pitched. You start to wrap the toilet paper around your arm, wiping your face on your sleeve. "Are you sure you're alright?" he probes. "I-uh-" a sob escapes you as your nails graze a scar, and you hear the sucking in of a breath on the other side of the door.

"Y/n, I'm coming in." Sirius says firmly as the knob turns. The door creaks as he steps in, and you choke out a sob and hurriedly pull your sleeves down in an attempt to shield him from your mess. It didn't work. You see the panic flashing in his eyes as they widen, and he rushes towards you, grabbing your bloodied wrists.

You wince and he loosens his grip. "Sorry." he says quietly. "Can I - can I see?" you gulp down the lump in your throat and nod, glancing away with tears rolling down your cheeks. Sirius carefully rolls back your sleeves, his breath hitching as his eyes land on the white scars lining your arms. The blood continues to cruelly drip down your wrist, mocking you. You brace yourself for the screams and taunts that will spurt from his mouth. But they never come.

"Y/n. Look at me." he says, his voice cracking. You suck in a deep breath as you feel his fingers on your chin, lifting your head till your eyes meet. His eyes are round and glassy, tears threatening to spill. The look on his face breaks your heart in two, and you let out a wrangled cry of defeat. A tear slips down his face as he immediately pulls you into his embrace. "You're okay. You're okay." he croaks out as you melt into the hug, crying into his sweater.

The both of you stay there for what feels like forever, Sirius' hands rubbing circles on your back while you grip him so tightly as though he would be taken from you if you didn't. He presses gentle kisses to the crown of your head while whispering sweet nothings into your ear. You feel his own tears on your hair, his heartache seeping through your skin.

Your sobs finally quieten and Sirius pulls back slowly, holding you at arm's length. He cups your face, wiping away the tears. "My lovely girl. Why didn't you say anything before?" he whispers. You sniffle. "I'm sorry. It was- it was hard," you mumble, glancing away. He shakes his head and smiles gently. "Nothing to apologise for, love. I just wish you had told me, so I could carry some of your pain for you.”

"But they're my problems. Not yours. You shouldn't have to burden yourself for me," you murmur, looking at him guiltily. He gently presses a finger to your mouth. "None of that. If my girl is hurting, it's my job to shelter you from that pain, okay? Please just... just tell me what's wrong, and I swear I'll try to make it better. I'll do anything it it meant you didn't harm yourself," he says firmly, his eyes swirling with so much guilt, hurt and love.

You nod slowly. "Okay, my sweet girl?" he asks softly, thumb grazing over your cheek. "Okay,” you reply quietly, mustering a weak smile. He smiles softly in response and presses a kiss to your forehead. "Good girl. Now let's get you cleaned up while you tell me what's been going on in that pretty little head of yours, huh?" he asks softly, lacing your fingers together. You nod meekly as he pulls you into another bone-crushing hug, so full of affection that you feel your pain start to dwindle.

"I hope you know I love you. And I'm sorry that things have been hard, but I'm here now. You're safe with me." he whispers, raking his fingers through your hair. You smile weakly, squeezing him tighter. "I know,” you mumble fondly, your voice overflowing with gratitude. He starts to grin, his usual flirtatious nature coming back to him. "And I also hope you know that once I'm done cleaning you up, I'm gonna cuddle you and kiss you stupid." A giggle slips out of you. “I'd like that very much."

"Cuddles fix everything, just trust me," Sirius grins, pecking your cheek. You smile fondly, knowing full well that you could trust his starlight to shield you from the storm in your head.

anytime | s.b.

tw: smut, fingering, oral sex

sirius black x reader

You lie on your boyfriend's bed in the Gryffindor boys dorm, watching Sirius paint his nails. His long, slender fingers toying around with the nail polish bottle does awful things to you. His long, black hair is tied up in a bun, exposing the tattoos trailing down his neck and below his shirt. Soon enough, you feel your cheeks start to warm and the wetness between your legs.

"Siri?" you squeak, now starting to rub your thighs together. "Yes, love?" he perks up, looking over at you. He smirks when he realises what's going on. "What do you need?" he grins, feigning innocence. "Need you," you whine, your hand slipping in between your thighs. "Take care of me."

He stands up and makes his way over to you, smirking. "Anything for my girl," he whispers, sitting down next to you and cupping your cheeks, pulling you into a fierce kiss. You kiss him back hungrily, tongue slipping into his mouth. He nibbles at your lip, eliciting a moan as you run your hands through his hair.

After what seems like an eternity, you pull back, trembling and breathless. He grins at how flustered you look, and moves to take off your shirt. You quickly grab his wrist, shaking your head. "No - can't wait any longer..." you mumble bashfully, guiding his hand towards your sensitive spot, the bedsheet below you moist with your fluids.

Sirius chuckles. "If that's what you want, love," he whispers, grazing a finger over the thin layer of cloth. You whimper, instinctively clenching your thighs together. He pulls your legs apart and pushes your chest till you're laying down, before peeling off your panties.

"God, you're wet." he murmurs, taking in the view before him. Your legs are shaking with anticipation and you moan as the white wetness drips out of you. "Please... need you..." you mumble as he smiles and starts to brush his fingers over your folds. You groan in pleasure as he presses his finger into your entrance, slowly working up the momentum. Your sounds of pleasure get louder and louder as he presses another finger into you, simultaneously sucking on your clit. "Such a good girl, aren't you?" he smirks.

Your back arches as he pumps his fingers faster, moaning loudly. He drops to his knees, and presses a quick kiss to your inner thigh before beginning to lap at your cunt. You whimper, gripping his head and fighting to keep your eyes open as his nose nudges your sensitive clit. "Tastes so good." he murmured, his face covered with your arousal. Your thighs clench around his head as you make loud noises of pleasure.

"Sirius... I- I'm gonna come..." you breathe out, gasping as the sound of him slurping against you made the coil in your stomach tighten. "Come for me then, my lovely girl." he whispered as he sucked, and that was enough to send you over the edge, the coil in your stomach unravelling as the white hot liquid spurts out of you. He holds your thighs firmly in place as you ride out your high, sighing in content.

You flop down and lay there tiredly, a small smile tugging at the corner of your lips as Sirius moves up to lay with you. His face is coated with your liquid and he licks it off contentedly. "That was good, huh?" you giggle, leaning in to kiss him gently as he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you into his warm embrace.

"So good." he murmurs as he rubs your back. "I love you, pretty girl." You smile, nuzzling into his chest. "Thanks for taking care of me."

He presses a kiss to the crown of your head. "Anytime, love.”

home | s.b.

tw: fluff

sirius black x reader

You feel the exhaustion seep into your muscles as you stumble into the house, kicking off your shoes. The weight of the day hits you like a ton of bricks, and you feel like collapsing right there in the entryway.

You will yourself to trudge a few steps further into the living room, and your eyes land on him.

Sirius sits on the couch watching TV, hands wrapped around a mug. He beams at you, and suddenly everything feels a little lighter.

"Hey, love. How's your day-" Without a word, you shuffle towards the couch and collapse into him, groaning. He shifts against you, getting more comfortable before instinctively wrapping his arms around you. "Oh, sweetheart. What happened?" he coos as you nuzzle into the crook of his neck, breathing in his familiar scent of sandalwood and leather. You instantly feel better, as though his affection was seeping into your skin and squeezing the exhaustion out of you.

"Tired. Long day. Headache," you whine, hugging him tighter as he starts to rub small circles into your back. "My poor baby." he murmurs amusedly, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head. "Would you like me to run a bath for you? Order some food so it's here when you're done?"

You sigh defeatedly. "Don't have the energy to wash up." Sirius shrugs against you, "I can do it." You feel your heart swell, wondering how lucky you were to end up with a man who loved you fiercely day after day, with a heart full of love to give, love he never received before. It takes all your energy to raise your head slightly and smile at him gratetully, but it was worth it as he smiled back and pressed a gentle kiss to your lips. "Love you," you murmur, grinning dopily as you lay your head on his chest. You feel him smiling as he nuzzles his face into the top of your head. "Love you too, sweetheart."

At that moment, nothing else mattered but his arms around you and your head on his chest.

No matter how much the world outside tore you apart, at the end of the day, you could always come home to him.

always professor lupin, never uncle moony

pretty nice | j.p.

tw: crying, fluff

james potter x reader

James' keys rattled softly in the doorway as he stepped into the house, his eyes already darting around the living room looking for you. It was your day off, and he had bought back your favorite noodles just because. Dropping his bag on the couch, he clutched the box of food in his hand and climbed up the stairs excitedly, a wide grin on his face. Lethargy seeped into his bones, but his heart swelled with excitement at the thought of being wrapped in your loving embrace.

James rushed toward your room, opening his mouth to call out your name, but the words died in his throat when he caught sight of you. You sat on your bad, knees up to your chest and arms wrapped around yourself, body wracking with sobs. He felt his heart sink when he noticed how you were trembling, how the tears dribbled down your chin.

He pushed the door slightly so as to not scare you but you flinched anyway, glancing up once to look at him before a louder sob escaped you and you glanced back down embarrassedly. He makes a wrangled sort of noise in his throat and rushes towards you, dropping the box of noodles onto the bed without a care. He really did try to go slow, but in his defence, he couldn't help giving you a hug when you looked up at him with that pretty tear-stained face.

James wraps you up into his arms and you gratefully reciprocate, burying your head in his chest and inhaling the scent of his deodorant. "Dove," he coos, rubbing circles onto your back and pressing small kisses to the top of your head. "What happened?"

"Sorry," you croak out between sobs, "I don't know why I'm crying. I just- I heard a sad song and it all came out." His eyebrows scrunch up anxiously and he sighs. "That's okay, lovie. You're okay. You can let it out," he whispers, half relieved and half worried at your explanation. That sets on a whole new wave of tears, and James makes a pitiful noise before he starts to kiss your hair and whispers sweet nothings into your ear. He squeezes you protectively in his embrace, and he smells like home. He is home.

Soon, your tears slow and you pull away slightly to wipe at your eyes. Sniffling, you look up to find him smiling softly at you, and you do your best to smile back. It mustn't have been a very convincing smile, because he frowns before he dips down to kiss the tear trails on your cheeks. You blush slightly, veering your face away. "Sorry about breaking down like that," you mumble.

"Nonsense, dove. Nothing to be sorry for. Do you feel better now?" James asks gently, rubbing his hands up and down your sides as he presses a quick kiss to your nose. You giggle as you feel the ticklish sensation, and that earns a real grin from him and he kisses your nose again. "Loads better," you smile, squeezing his waist tightly and nestling your head in the crook of his neck.

"I got you your favorite spicy noodles by the way," he says, gently swaying you in his embrace. "Really?" you mumble, sounding dangerously close to tears again as your heart swells with gratitude. "Thank you. I don't deserve you," you mumble, more to yourself than to him.

He presses a kiss to the top of your head again, before pulling away slightly to press one to your lips. A smile starts to curve your lips and you peck him again, adoration bubbling up within you. James starts to grin cheekily and nuzzles his nose into yours. "Don't say that again, lovie. You're wrong. You deserve all the nice things in the world, and I think I'm pretty nice, don't you?"