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theemporium · 2 months
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Thots: Sirius is a biter (it’s the dog in him) and he love nipping at thighs and hips and necks and stomachs and necks and tits and lips and necks
Worse if it’s vampire!sirius
OKAY OKAY OKAY BUT
sirius who’s always just playfully bit you, who loves to here you giggle or squeal when he presses his teeth just deep enough to get a reaction out of you and grins wildly at you when he pulls back
sirius who then becomes a newly turned vampire and is trying to find a sense of normality but bites deep enough to actually break skin this time. sirius who gets a taste of your blood for the first time and is absolutely obsessed. sirius who’s addicted to you and just wants to sink his teeth in every and any inch of your skin that you’ll let him🫠
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melodramaschild · 1 year
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𝐕𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐒𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐮𝐬 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤: 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧
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Vampire Sirius who can’t see himself in a mirror.
He always huffs and puffs when he’s trying to style his black waves. He got used it, to not seeing himself, but sometimes it pisses him off.
So you always go behind him, wrapping your arms around his torso and resting your head on his back, your cheek squishing and he smiles.
“Jus’ don’t know if I look good with my hair, you know.”
“Jus’ don’t know if I look good with my hair, you know.”
“Jus’ don’t know if I look good with my hair, you know.”
“Oh my precious bat.” you pout, turning around to face him. You look at him, he looks stunning, breathtaking, as always. But his hair are a bit ruffled from his trying to tidy it. You brush your fingers on his forehead, cleaning those baby hairs away from his eyes.
“You’re absolutely breathtaking, so handsome and pretty!”
Bf Sirius who can’t see himself in the mirror + reader who will always and forever reminds him how beautiful he is.
Wears lots of rings, silver rings especially.
He loves when he can sit you in his lap when you’re feeling blue, when he can rub your shoulder and tell help you with breathing.
Or tell you how lovely you are.
But mostly he loves how you play with his rings without even realising it.
He loves how human you are.
He loves your warmth.
How warm you can get. How cold you can get.
He loves that when the sun is shining on you, your skin gets warm too. He loves to nuzzle to you, oh so closely. Tucking his face between your breasts and wrapping your arms around him.
He loves to feel your warmth.
And you love how he can cool you down on hot sunny days.
He loves how you cheeks lights up when you’re embarrassed and how you always mumble “Shut up,” at him before tucking your chin to your chest.
He loves how you can see beauty in smallest things. How you pick up so so many wild flowers and rocks and run to him to show him while you’re smiling widely at him.
He accepts every rock that you give him. It crates a collection on his shelf by now.
He loves that your alive human form reminds him that he was a human too, very long ago.
Sirius coming back from his ‘secret missions’ covered in blood, blood in his lips and teeth.
“Siri?” you call out when you hear the front door open and close. There’s a heavy run, bathroom door opening and you hear water running too.
Sirius doesn’t answer you, anger and adrenaline still rushing through him. However you go after him. There are blood steps on the white floor, blood stains on the open bathroom door too.
“Siri?” you call for him again, you know that this blood isn’t his, his skin is nearly unbreakable. Sirius raises his head up, his eyes locking with yours.
“Babydoll…” he whispers. “Don’t look at me, close your eyes!” he rushes to you, wanting to grab you by the arms but he stops himself. Not wanting you to be covered in someone’s blood.
He’s scared that you’ll be scared, that you’ll be disgusted. But before he’s able to say anything you ask him “Are you okay?” and your eyes are all soft again.
And he falls in love with you once again.
He always brings you flowers.
Always.
If he’s been out for too long, on his ‘secret missions’, he always brings you flowers. Whatever wild of from flower shop.
Since the ‘bloody night’ he makes sure that you’re aware of how grateful he is that he has you.
And he uses flower and colour language too!
Not so sexual.
Maybe Sirius can’t get horny, maybe he’s too old for that.
But he isn’t that much of womanizer as maybe you would expect.
He likes being naked with you though, having you in his arms and under duvets while he’s nuzzling to your warm neck, shoulder, breasts, stomach, thighs.
He is just so hungry for your touch that he takes every and any possible moment with you.
But sexual?
He just wants the sweet connection of two souls and bodies and he doesn’t need to hammer into you during it. He just likes to be with you just the way you are.
Sirius on the asexual spectrum supremacy.
Princess treatment
That man is literally down on his knees in front of you and kissing up your legs, squeezing your thighs and placing another kiss there.
Helping you in and out of your coat. Helping you out of your clothes. Always undressing you so carefully and placing a small kiss on your exposed skin.
He cooks for you. Because finally he has someone who he can cook for.
That man is older than the earth (not literally) and spend many many decades without eating human food.
So he always makes you 5 meals for that day and he loves it.
He loves when he sits you in his lap, cuddling with you and yes, he does feeds you with chicken nuggets.
And suddenly, Sirius feels a bit of human again even when died hundred of years ago.
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more coming soon if you’re interested <3
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This is for all my good girls and especially for @heartfucks 🤍
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pinkcherryblossom18 · 2 years
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TW: This is unfinished and will probably never be finished but enjoy. He plays with her kitty, Sirius is a good boy and waits. Mentions of cutting and blood. Vampire!Sirius.
My request are also open if anyone wants to send anything
To serve is to breathe and to breathe is to serve. 
It's an oath that I once uttered and one I never would again. Not again. Not to anyone else. 
I think I would say it again if he asked. If he told me to recite those words over and over I would. There's no one else I would rather have. 
Well maybe someone else when I was working. 
His face was perched right on my shoulder watching as I finished my college work. His hand was currently making a steady path towards my clothed cunt and his few kisses on my sensitive spot on my neck was sending shivers down my spine.
“You could finish this later doll,” he whispered in my ear. His hand finally had made it past the edge of my sleep shorts. “Don’t even know why you do this. I’m very prepared to take care of you.” He delicately dragged his fangs across the side of her throat making a small whining sound come out of her. “Any way you want,” he whispered against my ear, lightly putting my earlobe in between his teeth and pulling gently then letting go. 
I gasped when his middle finger found my clit. He rubbed it gently, listening to me let out a few desperate mewls and pleasured gasps. I opened her legs a bit more so he could get better access. “That's a good thrall. Let your master do whatever he wants to you and you take it like a good little girl.”
It wasn’t until he tried to move my laptop that I finally realized what angle he was playing at. I quickly closed her legs and grabbed his hand to force it out of my shorts. “Siri I can’t,” I said, putting his hand on his leg and Sirius then quickly moving back to my thigh. A small whine emitted from him at the actions. 
“Really?” He whined into my neck nuzzling closer like a puppy who was searching for love from its owner. It was ironic when I thought about it. The master was looking for attention from its thrall and not the other way around. 
“You would have gotten mad if the tables were reversed,” I said. It was true. I’ve tried this game many times before and it never worked. I was being a good thrall for putting my needs before my wants. 
Still a part of me was whispering that I was being a bad thrall. Telling me that any other thrall would’ve kept her legs open and her neck bared for her master. Telling me that any other thrall would’ve cut their wrist open if her master asked. 
I was putting something over my master. I was being a bad thrall. 
“Hey stop that,” he said, lifting my head with one of his fingers so I could look him in the eyes. A good thrall wouldn’t dare to look their master in the eyes, that part of me whispered. “You know you’re a good thrall and you're right. I would’ve gotten mad if it was switched.” He took his hand off of my throat and pecked my lips.
He placed his head on my shoulder again and placed one hand on my waist and the other on my thigh. He kissed my neck and watched me complete my assignments. He would add one or two comments on the things he knew but that was the most I heard of him for the next two hours. 
“And done,” I said, sending the last assignment out. I turned my head slightly and looked at him. “I’m all yours now.”
“You see the thing is baby,” he said, his voice reduced to a low and whispery tone. A predatory smile came over his face and the gleam in his eyes only meant trouble for me. The hand on my thigh seemed to go lower and the one on my hip joined the movements on the other side. A whistle of wind flew past my ear and I realized I was suddenly on my back. “You are mine.” His face got closer as he placed a peck on my lips. 
His mouth started going lower. Giving small kisses to my neck as his hands started raising my shirt up. “Arms up darling,” he said against my neck in between kisses.
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enbysiriusblack · 10 months
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forgot to mention earlier; new chapter of tdwaaf !! marlene pov!!
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in-flvx · 1 year
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Vampire!Sirius: I always laugh when people deny some historical figure was gay or bi
Vampire!Sirius: because I usually had an affair with the guy in question
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theresthesnitch · 1 year
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hii snitch im here for the three sentence fic vampire au vampire sirius x human remus im in a vampire sirius brainrot
if you could slip some blood drinking into this it would be very much appreciated <3
Three sentences, vampire Sirius x human Remus, blood drinking.... Yeah, let's do this.
Sirius licked a long stripe up the column of his neck, feeling the warm pulse of his blood under his tongue, and Remus went slack in his arms before saying, "Sirius, please, please bite me."
"As you wish, piccolo." Warm blood flooded into his mouth as teeth sank into Remus's neck, and Remus's wanton moan made Sirius want to devour him.
Send me a pairing and an AU, and I'll write you a three sentence fic!
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adharastarlight · 7 months
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The marauders as things my best friend has had to put up with me saying
remus: okay I'll add it to my notes on you "if we discover vampires, would throw himself at them"
regulus: with my legs spread
remus: i hate you so much
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evyltalks · 8 months
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These are little vampire footprints
telling me
he was here and
here.
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green-lights-33 · 1 year
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-🧛🏻‍♂️ rawr
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myrows · 10 months
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Jegulus vampire au? Yes thank you
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Sirius (to James): Excuse me? Who made you the boss of the group? Remus: You did. Peter: You said "James should be boss." Remus: And then you said "let's vote" and it was unanimous. Peter: And then you made him this little plaque that said "Boss of Us" and you put little sparkles on it. Sirius: Valid points, all.
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jaioes · 6 months
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More stickers!!
These costumes were suggested over on insta and it fits them so well lol.✨🐈‍⬛🐕🌟
And yes family line is the black family song . You cant change my mind on that
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betweendyingstars · 10 months
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✨she✨
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enbysiriusblack · 1 year
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new chapter of the devil wears an angel's face
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thursdaygxrls · 10 months
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A Lesson in Biology
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summary — sirius has a midnight craving.
pairing — vampire!sirius black x fem!reader
disclaimer — i don’t own sirius black (sighhh) or the gif used
warnings — mentions of blood, oral (fem receiving), general smut, and (say it with me now) unedited
no one asked for this but sirius is literally so yummy i couldn’t contain myself
He comes to her at night — he always does. It’s stupid, and he chastises himself for the giddy feeling that warms his frozen body. She makes him feel like a fucking teenager and it’s disgusting.
He can see the dim, yellow glow of light coming from her window when he arrives. He climbs the trellis with ease and perches near the outer windowsill. Through the glass, he makes out a hunched figure seated at the desk. She’s in her baggy joggers and a tank top — lovely. Another quick glance around the room and he sees that it’s empty except for, no roommate in sight. Even lovelier.
Deep down, he knows how wrong this is. It's not wrong because he feels silly, or he didn't warn her before he got here. It's wrong because everything about her brings him closer to insanity: her scent, the outline of her body through the tank top, the trail of glistening salvia on her lips that her tongue leaves. He brings his hand to the lip of the window and is delighted (but not entirely surprised) to find it unlocked.
"Sirius!" Her tone is shocked, maybe even scared, but it wraps around him in a way that feels like a hug.
"Hey there, Lovebug," he grins widely as he slips through the window, his feet hitting the floor far too gracefully.
"Sirius, I didn't know—" She shoots up from her seat, "—You didn't call, right?"
"No, no," he chuckles, his voice thick as honey, "I didn't. Is that a problem?"
"Well, no," she sighs, "You just scared me, that's all."
"And you left the window unlocked." Sirius closes the space between them, raising his hand to gently stroke his thumb against her cheek, "Sure you weren't expecting any visitors?"
"Of course not." She knows he's only teasing, but the very thought makes her want to laugh. Someone else?
"Was I interrupting anything?" He asks, taking her hands into his. He brings them to his lips to press a soft kiss to the skin. His sharp teeth scrape lightly against her knuckles.
"Just a bit of homework," she sighs.
"Well, don't let me get in the way, Bug," he grins, "Go on, get back to your work."
She knows better than to think he's just going to let her work in peace. He shrugs out of his leather jacket, hanging it from her bedpost as he takes a seat closer to the headboard. He lays down, taking one of her pillows into his arms.
"You all alone tonight?" He asks as he smoothes the wrinkled fabric of the pillowcase.
"Liv's spending the night at her girlfriend's," she responds as she settles back down into her desk chair.
"Does she ever sleep here?" He tilts his head back to look at her, "She's less roommate, more occasional guest."
"You don't seem to mind." Though Sirius can only see the back of her head, he knows there's a smile on her lips. Her gorgeous, delicious lips.
He's tired of the pillow in mere seconds. The sound of a pen scrawling on paper calls him to the desk like a siren song. His hands are freezing against her bare arms. They rub up and down slowly, though, it's not as soothing as intended. Goosebumps erupt on her skin when his lips meet her ear.
"What class is that for?" He whispers.
"Biology." She swallows. Hard.
"Hm, interesting," he hums. The sight of her neck pulsing is not lost on him. His fingers, still cold as ice, trail her throat. It would be so easy to take her now. Her roommate wasn't home and likely wouldn't be until at least tomorrow morning. He could keep her silent enough that no one would hear a think, not even the dorm next door. Sirius's lips met her neck, and she let out a sigh. It would be so easy to take her, yet, it would be the most difficult thing he's ever done.
He'd created a routine over the years. When he was really thirsty, it wasn't hard to find a snack in secluded alleyways or dark corners. What he enjoyed most, though, was the chase; he'd find a new man or woman to pursue every once in a while. He'd charm them, butter them up, then drain their blood after fucking them into the mattress. He expected her to be no different.
Sirius met her outside a coffee shop on the edge of the campus. She smelled so sweet, so tempting, he couldn't just let her walk away. And so he proceeded as usual: he was charming, she was smiling, a date was planned. Somewhere between romantic dinner and vicious murder, though, his routine began to derail. When they talked, he didn't have to fake his laughs, nor did he notice the ache in his cheeks from how wide his smile had grown. He told himself he would just delay the inevitable—treat her to another date, give her the best sex of her life, then end it all there.
"I'm almost finished," she spoke quietly, glancing up at him. It was nearly three months later now, and he was still making excuses.
"Are you now?" He grinned against her neck, "My lips that good, Bug?"
"With my homework," she clarified with a roll of her eyes. He only let out a soft chuckle as he pressed open-mouth kisses to her shoulder. He couldn't be more thankful for the tank top she was wearing.
"You think you could wait another ten minutes?" Her voice was soft as she asked the question. She didn't want to give in when she was so close to finally finishing her work.
"No," he answered honestly. Wordlessly, he pulled her chair out, eliciting a squeak of surprise from her. He slipped into the small nook under her desk and kneeled before her. His misty grey eyes met hers.
"We can both get what we want, though." His tone was low as his fingers trailed to the waistline of her joggers.
"Sirius..." She trailed off. Sirius, yes? Sirius, no? Sirius, wait? Sirius, please? She didn't know what she was going to say, all she knew was that she was lifting her hips so he could slide her pants down.
He could feel her quickening pulse under his lips as he kissed her inner thigh. Sirius worked slowly, never once taking his eyes off of her as he delved further between her thighs towards her clothed heat. Nimble, callused finger yanked at her panties. He was gentle with her as he let them fall down her legs; it was like he was delicately plucking away petals from a flower. Even when she was fully exposed to him, he remained where he was, nibbling at the flesh of her thighs. It took him a minute or two teasing a few whines to give in.
"Oh, God." Was her cry when he finally pressed his lips to her folds. His tongue licked a stripe from the bottom of her cunt all the way to her clit where he focused his attention.
"I like the new nickname," he grinned up at her, halting his actions, "Am I your God now, Bug?"
She was halfway through grumbling at him when another moan tumbled from her mouth. Sirius was good, far too good. He had decades of experience under his belt and could find how to make anyone tic within seconds. Pride bloomed in his chest as her hands clawed their way into his long, black hair. Homework forgotten, she let herself fall into the trap he'd so easily set.
Before, he'd thought about silencing her, now, all he could think about was finding a way to make her louder. He fed off the sounds she made, relished in the shaky breaths and whimpers. His hands held her thighs apart with an iron grip. There would likely be bruises there next morning, but he didn't care. In fact, he pressed further, icy fingers burning marks into her skin.
"Sirius," she whispered, her voice hoarse with pleasure.
"I know, love, I know," he cooed, "Are you gonna cum for me?" He didn't wait for a response. His tongue slipped into her, prodding at her hole before returning to her clit. He knew she was getting close—the sound of her blood pumping rapidly mixed with the clenching of both her thighs and walls gave it away.
She came undone on him, soaking his his face from the nose down. He helped her come down with a few gentle licks and soothing rubs against her legs. If he wasn't undead, his heart would've exploded at the way she looked at him. It was selfish to keep her to himself like this. It was wrong to leave her ruined.
"Finish up your homework, Bug. I'm gonna need you to return that favor."
It was wrong, and Sirius couldn't care less.
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Bitches be like "I want you, I need you, my every being, my every atom  gravitates toward you, I don't know what I'd do without you, I cannot breathe when you are near-" and still be 10000% convinced that they're Not In Love.
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