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Awww poor Reggie :(( I just love Siri too much <3

would u write riding best friend’s brother!sirius’s thighs??😳😳

this post is 18+, minors dni.

"Y'think he's jacking off to you in the shower?" Sirius asks, and you bite down on your tongue where you've buried your head in the juncture between his neck and his shoulder.

"Stop," You beg, hands fisted tightly in his worn out band t-shirt, some muggle noise you've heard coming from behind the typically-closed door of his room. You're balanced on his thigh as he reclines on his mattress, and he's delighting in watching you grind down on him while he's free to tease you.

"Oh, Y/N," Sirius imitates a voice that's very unflattering to his poor brother, and you feel white-hot guilt pierce your chest and warm the space between your legs. Regulus has... a crush on you. That's all it is: a puppy crush. He'll get over it, you know he will, once he wises up and gets over the inevitable 'I'm-in-love-with-my-best-friend' phase. Perhaps you'll wise up and get over the 'I'm-in-love-with-my-best-friend's-brother' phase someday, but for now you drag your cunt across Sirius's thigh, and your clit catches on the rough fabric of his jeans- another fashion choice his mother degrades him for.

"Stop- stop, please stop!" You beg, shame and guilt and lust roiling inside of you and blending to twist your stomach into knots, a fire burning just below it, "Sirius, don't make fun of him-! Please, he's- he's my friend."

"He's your best friend," Sirius snickers, "And you're in his brother's room, grinding all over my thigh. Do it again, darling, rub your pretty little pussy all over my lap. Get it nice and wet, sweetheart, leave a big wet stain- it's Reg's turn to do laundry."

LOVE!!!! Ur so talented sweetheart <33

Hiii love ur blog!! pls may u write Sirius black x reader where he feels super insecure bc he doesn’t feel like he deserves her, r is so sweet and so is he but he still feels like he isn’t good enough :((

maybe she tries to break up with HIM bc she feels the same way?? and he’s super upset and I begs for her to not break up w him “i know I don’t deserve u or ur love” or smth along those lines😭

im such a sucker for hurt/comfort and sad men🫠

Just heavy angst and sad Sirius then lots of fluff at the end plsss!!🩷🫶🏽🩷

hi lovie, thank you so much for the request! hope this is what you had in mind, kisses kisses

cw: angst (with comfort), negative self talk from both sides

“Hey, you.”

Sirius tilts his head to the side in response, trying to get a better look at you.

“Where’d you go just now?” your voice is gentle, just above a whisper.

“I’m right here, doll,” his eyebrows furrow.

“No, you’re somewhere far away. It’s alright, it’s just— is everything okay? You’ve been so quiet.”

He shuts down like this sometimes, withdraws, and you try so hard not to overthink it when he does. If you did, which you definitely don’t, you’d spiral down a dangerous path, overwhelmed with a nauseating wave of insecurity.

Except you do. Overthink it, that is.

Doubts often creep into your mind, whispering that you’re not enough for someone as radiant as him. And deep down, you couldn’t help but silently nod in agreement, feeling the weight of your inadequacy crushing your spirit.

When measured against Sirius’ sparkling and charismatic presence, you simply fell short.

Quite ordinary in contrast. Maybe too ordinary. Lacking the luster he so effortlessly excludes.

“No, lovely, nothing’s wrong. Just a quieter day, ‘suppose. Tell me a story?” he prompts. That you can do.

You’re sprawled out on the couch in the Gryffindor common room, his head in the crook of your neck, breathing you in.

You start telling him about your day, fingers running through his hair.

He listens, hand flattening over your hip and squeezing gently when he likes what you’ve said.

You’re so easy to be in love with, he thinks.

In his mind, you’re so painfully close to some ethereal being, a guardian angel who graced his life with unwavering goodness.

Your touch, so tender and gentle, seems almost too delicate for someone like him, burdened with such darkness and so, so many flaws.

You treat him with such tenderness as if he were the most precious boy in existence. He isn’t worthy of this, of you.

The weight of your expectations, the pressure to live up to your vision of him felt suffocating at times.

All he wants is to be enough for you. To be good, for you. Someone you deserve.

He just imagines his own demons would eventually drag you down with him, and that scares him so much he feels sick to his stomach.

He wouldn’t be able to live with himself, knowing he was the one to tarnish your bright light.

“Baby, you listening?” your voice brings him back to reality.

Sirius blinks, refocusing on the sound of your voice. “Yeah, sorry, got lost in my thoughts for a moment there,” he murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek. “Keep going, love, I’m all ears.”

He tries to push aside the nagging doubts, reminding himself that you chose him, flaws and all. But the fear of somehow failing you still lingers in the back of his mind, like a persistent shadow.

+

It’s a shame your boyfriend is being so sweet to you today, because you think you’re about to break his heart.

You look down at him, feeling your heart squeezing at the sight of his head in your lap. Eyes closed, you could count his lashes. They’re like delicate feathers, beautiful. He’s beautiful.

You’re in the quiet of his dormitory, classes skipped, sheets ruffled. You trace his features with your finger, he’s soaking up in your affection.

But you need to protect your heart.

You’d rather rip the bandaid off yourself than watch him peel it off slowly, piece by piece, feeling every little sting.

“Sirius?” your voice cuts through the stillness.

“Hmm?”

“Can we talk?” your tone soft but a little too solemn for his liking.

He perks up from his favorite place in the world, eyes scanning your face in concern.

“What’s up, sweet thing?” his anxiety sends a shiver down his spine. “Why the sad face, hm?”

There’s no air left in your lungs as you lock your gaze with his.

Your thoughts shift to the morning, when you woke up with his arms and legs wrapped around you so tightly like you were his source of life. You placed a shy kiss on his forehead only to meet his eyes, and their pained expression.

Your heart, usually so giving and tender, now feels like a delicate glass sculpture, ready to shatter at the slightest touch. One more crack and it’ll break you apart completely. This morning was a pretty close call.

You don’t blame him, or hold it against him. He needs more. He deserves more. And you think he should get everything he deserves.

“I think we should end things. This, I mean,” you gesture between the two of you, struggling to get the words out.

Sirius’ heart feels like it’s been yanked out of his chest, leaving a gaping void.

He sits up abruptly, his hands trembling as he searches your face for any sign that you’re joking or that he misunderstood.

“End things?” he repeats, his voice quieter than a whisper, his eyes pleading for reassurance that he misheard you.

You can barely find it in you to give him a weak nod, tears welling up in your eyes.

You reach out to cup his face, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath your fingertips, “I’m so sorry.”

He thinks it’s almost cruel, your soothing touch amidst the worst heartbreak he’s ever felt.

His gaze drops to the bed you’re sitting on, arms crossed at his sides protectively.

“I can do better,” he mutters, and your eyebrows burrow impossibly.

“What?”

“I can be better,” he looks up, voice thick with pain. “I know I don’t deserve you. I know that. Best thing I ever had. And I know you deserve more than me. And I’m damaged and I don’t know how to— But if you give me a chance—”

“Is that what you think this is about?” your voice is unsteady.

“Well,” now it’s his turn to feel confused, “what else?”

“I thought you didn’t want me anymore,” you admit, insecurity creeping in.

“I only want you,” he replies reflexively, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “Why would you even think that? Have I done something? Did I fuck up? I fucked up, didn’t I, let me fix it. Please, baby, I can fix it,” he starts panicking again.

You can’t stand to see him like this. You feel pins and needles in your fingertips, overcomed with the desire to envelop his tender heart in a protective shield of some sort.

Tears blur your vision, his desperation palpable in every word he utters.

“No, no, hey, you didn’t do anything wrong,” your voice barely above a whisper. “I just think,” you lick your lips in frustration, “I think you deserve someone better than me, is all.”

Sirius’ expression softens as he reaches out to gently wipe away your tears, his touch like a soothing balm to your wounded soul.

“Baby, you’re all I’ve ever wanted,” he murmurs, his voice laced with sincerity. “I’m the luckiest guy alive to have you. I’m the undeserving one, are you kidding me? I’m so sorry if I made you hurt, sweetheart. If I ever made you doubt that.”

His words wash over you like a wave of warmth, thawing the icy grip of fear that has gripped your heart.

“I think I got stuck in my head there for a little while, making all this mess in result. God, I’m so sorry. So, so sorry. Come here,” he pulls you into his arms.

It feels right, having him close. Your tears stain his t-shirt, he doesn’t care.

You’re his girl, and he made you sad. He’s never letting you go.

He starts kissing your face, one tear at a time.

“I just love you, like, so much, you know?” you mumble with your eyes closed as he places two separate kisses there.

He leans in, pressing his forehead against yours with a sigh.

“Pretty girl, you have no idea.”

This fic is a guilty pleasure I keep going back to 💔 I’m weak for a bit of Sirius comfort!!

Whenever you're ready

Summary: Silence spells only work, when the curtains are completely closed.

Word count: 530

Warnings: dom/sub relationship, mommy!kink, crying, use of (y/n)

A small paper bird landed on Remus' open book, unfolding as soon as it landed.

"This has been going on for over an hour now!" it said in James' handwriting.

Remus sighed and reached for his quill. "Let him have that little happiness. It's Christmas next week. You know how he hates that." He wrote on the parchment.

The ink faded and reappeared on Jaime's counterpart. "Besides, you don't have to act up. Like you and Lilly have never done it in this room before."

Promptly came the reply. "WE at least close the curtains RIGHT so no one can hear us." Remus glanced over at James' bed and saw him staring at him with an indignant expression. He had to hold on hard not to laugh.

It was a mystery to him how Peter could sleep through the whole spectacle, but hoped it would stay that way.

He turned back to the parchment and wrote. "If you interrupt them now, it will be insanely embarrassing for (y/n) and we might even ruin it for Padfoot then. He really likes her man. Ears closed and through." He saw James sigh quietly, but slump his shoulders in surrender.

Sirius and (y/n) had been together since the end of last year. She was quiet and seemed to ground him somewhat. He even ate greens since he knew her. She was truly one of a kind.

Remus was happy for him. It wasn't the first time anyone had sex behind closed curtains and under a silent spell in this room. Only, as James said, the curtains were otherwise completely closed, so the spell could work, but the blanket had parted the heavy red fabric a little, so they were listening to the sinphony of Sirius' moans. Remus could have guessed that the boy couldn't even keep his mouth shut while doing this. (Y/n) didn't make it easy for him either, though. For over an hour, she kept teasing him until he just whimpered, only to stop shortly befor he came.

Remus was about to turn to the next page when the wordless moaning was interrupted by one word.

"Mommy!" whimpered Sirius. James and Remus looked at each other abruptly. "Good boy." chimed (y/n)'s sighed retort. "Please." "Please what?" An exhilarated giggle was heard. "Words Siri." "Please let me come. Please. Please. Please. Mommy. Please. I was good. I'm a good boy. Please. Mommy. Mommy." "Shhh. Such a good boy to ask so sweetly. You may, whenever you're ready."

It wasn't even 10 seconds before there was an almost pathetic whimper, punctuated by rapid breathing. "Good. Come here." A sob was heard. "It's all right. I'm here. I'm holding you. Shhh. You were so good." "Thank you Mommy." There was only heavy breathing for a long time. 

"Am I your good boy?" whispered Sirius. "You're the best boy I could ask for." Even Remus feels comfortably warm at that soft voice.

Another sob. "I don't want to go there." "I know." "I want to stay with you." "Look at me... You can come whenever you're ready." "Mommy." "Yes. Mommy is always there for you, always loves you, flaws and all."

Oh my god. I actually cannot deal with fics about motherly!reader because I am nothing if not protective of those I love, and I love Draco being r’s adopted baby</3

Hello dearest, how are you?

Congratulations for the exams🥳 hope you get better(because I know exams can get us mad LOL)

CBBH

Do you think Draco would ever pull the “you are not even my real mother” to Vix, and if he did what would be the others reaction

hi sweets! thanks for your sweet words and also your request - I've not been spending much time in my CBBH universe but I know this is how most of you found me, so here's your request!!

Sirius Black x Vixen!reader who deal with a tempertantrum from Draco

CW: brief mention of the war, brief mention of character death, adopted child worries, parental struggles, fluff, hurt/comfort

Sirius barely had time to throw up a silencing charm down the hallway to the baby’s room before he heard the door slam and heavy foot falls head towards the kitchen. 

“Draco Malfoy!” He heard you call sternly; Sirius winced at the use of the full name. “Do not walk away from me when I am talking to you.”

“You’re not talking to me, you’re shouting at me.” The ten-year-old argued back.

“I would not have to shout if you would- I’m not arguing with you.” You corrected yourself, finally following Draco into the kitchen where Sirius could see his son’s red and frustrated face whilst yours looked frustrated and exhausted. “I have specifically told you again and again to not fly your brooms south of the manor!”

“I know!”

“Then tell me why I had to come chasing you lot all the way to the Jones’ farm  lest you be seen by muggles, or worse, hit the power lines! You know I don’t just tell you not to go there to be boring, right? To be bossy? It’s to keep you safe, Draco.” You insisted severely. 

Draco had the audacity to scoff at you for that. “Why are you only shouting at me about this? Why not yell at Harry, huh? He was there too!”

You stuck your tongue in your cheek as you raised your eyebrow at the boy. “Because Harry is not mine, Draco. It is my job as your mum to-”

“BUT YOU’RE NOT MY MUM!” Draco screamed, causing the room to fall painfully silent. 

You and Sirius had never tag-teamed in your parenting; there’d never really been a need to. Draco had always been a super easy child, and both of you trusted the other to handle it, or, to let the other know when you needed back up. 

But this, this was uncharted territory, and Sirius wasn’t completely proud of the fierce protectiveness he felt roar to life inside of him as you let out a disbelieving breath. After the war - your death disappearance, finally finding you again only to have you snatched out from under his nose, and then to finally be able to care for you the way you so deserved to be cared for - this felt like an assault on Sirius’ favourite person; son-or-not, Draco had crossed a line. 

“If Harry’s not your son, I’m not your son either! So sod off with your lecture!”

“Draco.” Sirius barked, causing you to hold out a hand in your direction.

“Sirius, don’t.”

“Love, he-” He started.

“Go to your room, Draco.” You ordered; a determination in your eyes Sirius wasn’t sure he’d ever seen from you before.

It didn’t appear Draco had either, if the slight wavering in his glare was any indication. But it appeared his frustration and stubbornness won out as he continued to stare at you defiantly.

“Go to your room, now.” You repeated quietly.

The boy finally turned and stomped his way down the hall before slamming his bedroom door behind him; Sirius wanted to smack him upside the head for that alone, let alone what he’d just said to you. 

“What the hells has gotten into him?” Sirius asked in disbelief, seeming to startle you out of your shock as you moved to grab a glass of juice from the cool storage.

“He’s just frustrated.” You muttered quietly.

“We don’t talk to each other like that.” Sirius argued, earning him a tired sigh from you.

“Well, apparently we do now.” You said as you sat at the table across from him. 

Now that you were stationary, Sirius could clearly see the reflection of the manor grounds from your glassy eyes as you stared unseeingly out the window.

“You okay, my love?” He asked quietly, reaching a hand out across the table to yours. You sniffled and took his hand quickly; your muscles relaxing slightly as he rubbed soothing circles across your wrist with his thumb. 

“I’m fine.” 

And there may have been a period of time where Sirius would have believed that, but the two of you were nine years into your parenting game, and fourteen years into your relationship, so Sirius liked to think he knew better.  “I’m going to go talk to him.”

“Don’t.” You spat; your hand creating a death grip around Sirius’ hand forcing him to return his arse to the seat. “He’s upset, Pads.” You offered more gently. “Let him cool down.”

“How many times have you told James the same of me?” Sirius teased, eliciting a sad smile from you, though it was a smile nonetheless. 

“He’s just like his dad.” You whispered, looking close to tears again. 

“He didn’t mean it, my love.” He implored, causing you to shake your head. 

“Doesn’t make it not true.”

“Vix…”

“She would be doing such a better job than me, Siri.” You let out through a choked sob. “She should be here with him; he deserves his mother.”

“He has his mother.” Sirius argued; feeling the protective anger bubbling up again in his oesophagus. 

“Sirius.”

“He deserves his mother, but he was gifted with you, Vix; we all were.” Sirius pressed severely. “He is unbelievably lucky to have a mum like you.”

You took a shuddering breath and let it out with a sigh. “I just wish I knew I was doing a good job with him.”

“You are.” Regulus said in a bored tone, causing the two of you to jump nearly a foot in the air.

“Buggering fuck- how long have you been there!?” Sirius shrilled.

“We were literally mid-conversation before your wife and child stormed in, Sirius.” Regulus drawled. 

“Fucking hells.” 

“Children are bastards.” Regulus continued as if the two of you weren’t currently trying to restart your hearts. “And just because you’re doing a great job with him doesn’t mean Draco’s any less of a bastard.”

“Okay, well, I don’t know that you should be calling my son a bastard?” You argued in the form of a question.

“Well he’s sort of acting like one.” Sirius muttered petulantly, earning him a kick in the shin under the table.

“Narcissa trusted you with him, Y/N.” Regulus pressed; grey eyes boring into yours as memories of the final months of the war that only the two of you were privy to passed through your understanding. “And she was right to.”

And like the creepy fuck he is, Regulus turned and silently left the room; floating like a victorian ghost haunting the halls of Potter Manor.

“He’s a weird bloke.” Sirius proclaimed, earning him another kick in the shin. Luckily for Sirius, he knew the kick was coming and caught your ankle with his hand, holding your foot hostage under the table. “But he’s right, my love. You’re the best mum.”

“As good as Effie?” You asked quietly.

Sirius felt his left eye twitch; he wanted to say yes, because you’re you and you’re his and you’re perfect, but he also felt he couldn’t because…well…Effie was the greatest mother in the whole wide world?

Thankfully, you simply chuckled and reached a hand across the table to caress Sirius’ face. “Thank you, my love.”

He quickly turned his face to kiss the palm of your hand before he stood up.

“Okay, I’m going to go talk to our bastard of a child.”

“Sirius!” You scolded, but he was already half way down the hall. 

Sirius knocked twice before he propped the door to Draco’s bedroom open, where he saw the little squirt laying face down on his bed with his face shoved into his pillow.

Sirius took a steadying breath as he closed the door behind him and moved into his oldest child’s room.

Patience didn’t always come easily to Sirius; that is to say, patience and grace was not his automatic response. 

But he refused to be like his parents; he wanted to be better.

So, he thought of Effie, and Monty, and Hope Lupin, and you, and he sat on the edge of his little boy's bed and placed a gentle hand on his back.

“Hey buddy.” He said quietly, rubbing circles onto his back. The only sign Sirius got that Draco had heard him was a small sob into the boy’s pillow. “What was that about? Hm?” He continued gently.

Draco let in a (quite disgusting, if you asked Sirius) sniffle and sat up on his bed; face wet and red, littered with tear track stains.

It always felt like everytime Sirius blinked, his children were bigger than he remembered them. But right now, Draco seemed so small; sitting in front of Sirius was the sad and scared one and a half year old boy who had just watched his birth mother die whilst protecting him as his adopted mum shielded him with her body. 

And in that sad, scared, distraught little boy's face - with eyes so much like his own - Sirius saw himself, too. 

“What’s the matter, Draco?”

“Does she hate me now?” The boy let out in a sob. 

“Does who hate you now?” Sirius asked disbelievingly. 

“Mum.” 

“Oh, buddy, no.” Sirius replied emphatically, pulling his son into his lap and cradling his head to his chest. “Mum could never hate you, my love; she adores you.”

“I don’t know why I said what I said.” Draco admitted.

Sirius let out a sigh as he rocked the two of them back and forth. “It’s because you’re a Black, buddy; our words cut deep. But we have to be better than that, Draco. We need to say what we mean and mean what we say; we never know what tomorrow brings.”

“I love mum, I really do.” He insisted. “I was just so mad at being scolded and…”

“And maybe a little embarrassed being caught doing something you weren’t supposed to?” Sirius offered.

Draco let out a shuddering breath and nodded his head.

“Your mum loves you so much, and it scares her when she thinks you might get hurt. She made a very important promise nearly nine years ago that she would protect you with her life, buddy. She takes that promise very seriously.”

“I’m sorry.” Draco whispered as he sat up in Sirius’ lap. The boy wiped at his face and looked at his father imploringly. 

“I’m not the one who needs an apology, buddy.” Sirius whispered back, pushing a lock of blond hair away from his son’s face and making a mental note that Draco was due for a haircut. 

“What if she doesn’t forgive me?” He asked timidly. 

Sirius leaned forward and pressed a kiss to the boy's forehead. “Your mother has forgiven me for far worse, my love. Come on, let’s go talk to her, hm?” He offered. 

And Draco quickly nodded and slid from his dad’s lap, reaching a hand behind him to grasp Sirius’ before they made their way back to the kitchen to make amends with Draco’s mum.