#sirius black cheating

[r2d2lover]

Illicit Affairs

Paring: Sirius Black X Reader (Marauders Era)

Rating: E

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: Outright infidelity. Rough unprotected sex. First time blowjob. Fingering. Corruption kink, sorta? Use of the nickname "Pup." Lowkey stalker Sirius.

Summary: Sirius Black helps you out with some frustrations about your new boyfriend.

OR Shameless Marauders Era Sirius smut

Sirius opened the enchanted map slowly, feeling a little guilty about his actions. The feeling quickly evaporated when he quickly scanned the outlines of the castle and found exactly what he was looking for: your name. Sirius smacked his lips, his eyes closely following your movements from your house’s common room. He wondered playfully about your intentions wandering the castle after lights-out and watched your moving footsteps like a film. His smile dropped when he saw you descending the castle into the Slytherin dungeons and it became abundantly clear just exactly what your intentions were for sneaking around at night. Sirius gritted his teeth at the thought and laughed to himself. Much to his and the rest of the Marauders’ disappointment, you were Severus Snape’s newest girlfriend. He couldn’t fathom how such a slimy lad could have scored such a prize like you. Sirius and his friends were torn between the ideas that it was the Imperiocurse, blackmail, pity, or potion that allowed him control of her mind. Any time that Sirius saw the two of them together, he would shake his head and grumble about the misfortune that plagued life, so much so that his other friends had cast a silencing spell on him for an entire day. It was no secret that Sirius was somewhere short of obsessed with you and he determined that his last year at Hogwarts was when he would make his move. That was until Snape snatched you up because you were completely clueless to Sirius’ advances. Sirius had no idea how that possible. It wasn’t like he was subtle. Sirius threw off his covers, determined to make his so-far boring weekend a little more interesting. 

Sirius moved quickly through the castle, hoping to beat you to the Slytherin common room. He had left the map back in his room, feeling lucky about the night. To his fortune, he was able to catch you as you were descending the stairs into the dungeons and called out your name. You froze and started running your hands through your hair nervously, probably coming up with an excuse for why she was out so late.

“Now, now. What are you doing sneaking around the castle at such an hour, pup?” Sirius tsked, reveling in your embarrassed look. 

“S-Sirius! What… What are you doing out?” You squeaked. Sirius cornered you at the bottom of the stairs in the shadow of the hallway. He moved closer to you, feeling your quickened breath against the part of his chest that peeked out from the unbuttoned top of his shirt. He had you in a quiet part of the hall, so dimly lit that you were only illuminated by the lantern that was at the end of the hall. 

“Going to see Severus?” Sirius asked tauntingly, ignoring your question. He blocked you into the corner of the wall with his hand against the wall and you tilted your head up to get a better look at him with such a bashful look that Sirius felt his trousers tighten. Sirius bit his lip, trying to keep his mind straight. 

“No,” You said softly. You looked straight into Sirius’ gaze, and he swallowed nervously. He couldn’t let you turn him into mush like this. “I was simply going for a walk. How did you know I was down here?”

“I was also just going for a walk,” Sirius leaned in, brushing his lips against her ear. He flicked the hem of her skirt. “But what are you doing walking around in such a short skirt? Don’t you know it’s out of uniform? Not such a good look for the head girl, is it?”

“Sirius, what are you doing?” You put your hands up against his chest in an attempt to push him off, but he was much stronger than you.

“Ah, you can’t answer a question with a question, pup,” Sirius pulled back and smirked. Your mouth fell agape, wordless. Sirius was dizzy with all the dirty thoughts circling his brain. Sirius dragged his fingertips on your bare thighs, the gasp falling from your lips sounding like music.

“We shouldn’t-“ You started, but was cut off when Sirius gave a firm squeeze on your thighs. At this point, Sirius couldn’t hide his smile. 

“Shouldn’t? Not ‘can’t’?” Sirius leaned back in, this time his lips ghosting yours. “I bet your little boyfriend can’t get you this worked up, can he?”

“Sirius,” You said breathlessly, slowly dragging your hands down his chest, resting just above his belt. Sirius knew he had you roped in. 

“Just tell me to stop, pup. And I’ll leave you to go into that Slytherin dorm. But I’m sure you’ll still be thinking about me while that greasy git tries to put his hands on you,” Sirius bargained, licking his lips. He gave you a second to think about his offer, pulling his hands further up your thighs.

“Show me what I’m missing,” You slurred, buckling your knees so you’d fall more into his body. Sirius could hardly believe his ears, groaning as he shot his hand up to grab your rear. His wildest dreams were confirmed when you reached up to cup his face, pulling him into a hungry kiss. Sirius’ reaction time was slowed down when you tangled a hand into his hair, pulling it sharply as he moved his lips down to the soft skin of your neck. You moved your head to the side, an invitation that Sirius took to nip at your neck. Your skin was salty against his tongue, such a human taste that drove him crazy. 

He hooked his fingers into the waistband of your panties, forcing them down. He saved the cloth in his pocket but you were far too distracted. Sirius removed his mouth from your neck, earning a disappointed sigh that made him smirk. He used a free hand to grab your face so that you could look at him and dragged the fingers of his other hand along your folds, relishing how you coated his fingers.

“All undone and just from my words. I didn’t even touch you yet, pup,” Sirius practically growled, taking your mouth back into his. As he kissed you, he rubbed a lazy circle around your clit that had you bucking your hips into his hand, desperate for more friction. “Has anyone ever touched you like this? Look at me when you answer. I want to hear you say it.”

“No. Nobody’s touched me like this,” You whimpered, dropping soft moaning pleas. Sirius decided to take pity on you and inserted a finger into your warm, wet core. The sound you made was absolutely delicious and Sirius couldn’t get enough. However sweet you sounded, he clamped a hand over your mouth with another tsk. Sirius wasn’t one for voyeur. He liked taking his time undoing his partners until they were crying and pleading for him to let them finish. But the way you were quickly unravelling under his touch, factored with the time he spent chasing after you, he wanted nothing more than to have you right in this hallway. You made an attempt to say something, so Sirius slowly removed his hand from your mouth, planting it against your neck instead. He leaned in for a kiss, pushing his tongue into your mouth. At the same time, he started curling his finger, muffling your moan with his mouth. When he moved his face away, he wasn’t prepared for the words to come out. “Your fingers feel better than mine.”

“Is that why you’re letting me defile you in the hallway? For anyone to see?” Sirius bit his lip, slowly inserting another finger. You bit your lip to choke back a moan, but Sirius could see the pleasure in your face. “You’re frustrated because you’ve need to be satisfied?”

Sirius didn’t need an answer, feeling satisfied about the way you were moaning into the crook of his neck, completely leaning your body against his. Sirius was wild with lust, especially since you were blindly pawing at his belt buckle, thoughts too scrambled to undo the simple lock keeping the two of you apart. 

“Sirius, can I please taste you?” You pleaded, barely audible in your ragged breath. Sirius felt like he was going to faint from the filth dripping off of your lips. He’d never imagined that you would have returned the feelings he had for you, but the idea of you fantasizing about him never even crossed his thoughts. Sirius had to be dreaming. He pushed you down onto your knees, undoing his own belt after your failed attempts. You took over unbuttoning his trousers, with such a starved look on your face that Sirius had to think about his Potions homework so he wouldn’t finish on the spot. You pulled his pants down just enough to free the tent in his pants and subconsciously gasped at his size. Sirius weaved his fingers through your hair, lining his tip with your mouth.

“Have you ever done this before?” Sirius asked, unsurprised at the shake of your head. He brought the hand in your hair closer to your cheek, caressing it gently. “Okay. Hands behind your back. And make sure you open wide enough so that your lips wrap around your teeth.”

You took his instruction with glee and Sirius held himself in front of your face. You took the liberty of licking a flat stripe against his shaft, making him cling his bottom lip in between his teeth. Sirius inserted himself further into your mouth, rolling his eyes back into his head at the warm and wet feeling. You flickered your eyes up to him, as if looking for approval. Sirius gripped your hair tighter, pulling you further onto his shaft. He dropped a few words of praise, which only encouraged you to take him further.

“You look so beautiful,” Sirius choked back a groan as you started bobbing your head. Sirius inhaled deeply when he hit the back of your throat while keeping intense eye contact. He felt like he just got started, but pulled you quickly off of him, worried that he was going to finish already. The image of you begging on your knees for him to fuck your mouth could’ve sent him over the edge. You moved off with a “pop,” a trail of spit following. Sirius used his hand on your hair to pull you back up to him and started unbuttoning the top of your blouse. His vision started to blur when he realized he freed your breasts without the usual obstacle of a bra and Sirius had to lean his forehead against yours for stability. “Hell, who would’ve known you’re such a bad girl?”

Sirius moved his hand to your clit, this time rubbing right on the spot that made you chase your breaths with his name. 

“Sirius, please…” You whined, jutting out your bottom lip in a pout. Sirius chuckled, simply taking your lip in his teeth, pulling softly.

“Please what?” Sirius asked innocently, picking up the speed of his fingers on your clit. You tried to form words, but the pleasure from the friction was taking all of your brainpower. You moaned hopelessly, to which Sirius removed his hand from your clit to insert two fingers into your mouth. He found an image that might be able to top the one of you on your knees: you sucking on his fingers eagerly, swirling your tongue on the pads of his fingertips like you did with the tip of his dick, without caring that you were tasting yourself. “What did I say about moaning, darling? Once you behave, I’m going to need words.”

“Sirius, please fuck me. Please,” You plead once Sirius removed his fingers from your mouth. Sirius wasn’t going to be able to keep up this charade with the way you were begging. Without another word, Sirius lifted your leg, lining himself up with your dripping entrance. He still had to tease you just a little bit, rubbing his head against your folds despite the voice in his head telling him to bury himself into you. You started to whine with a chorus of “please” that Sirius couldn’t ignore anymore. In the middle of one of your pleas, Sirius inserted himself swiftly, considering how wet you were for him. You barely had time to shove your head into Sirius’ neck, letting out shrill cry that bounced off the dungeon walls. This time, Sirius couldn’t help but smile at the thought of getting caught. He imagined the toad of your boyfriend finding you deeply seated on Sirius, begging for more, begging for him to let you finish for the first time. The idea encouraged Sirius to pick up his pace, his vision blurring again at how you squeezing impossibly tight around him already. The scent of your shampoo and perfume mixing with the lewd smell of sex made Sirius feral. You were whimpering incoherent mixtures of his name and profanities that burned into his neck. Sirius gathered his thoughts enough to move his hand back to your throat, caging you against the wall so he could look at you while you felt the feeling of reaching your high for the first time. You squeezed your mouth shut, choking back your wailing moans. 

“Sirius… I’m so close… This feeling…” You said out of breath, scratching helplessly at Sirius’ back. 

“Promise me you’ll be a good girl. Stay quiet,” Sirius exhaled against your ear, planting a bite under your ear.

“I’ll be good. Promise! I’ll do anything. Sirius. Sirius,” You mewled with slurred speech. Sirius couldn’t believe how cock drunk you were to be promising anything that Sirius wanted just for a release. He removed his hand from your throat, sliding his hand down your body. He palmed your breast, regretting that he had neglected such a wonderful part of your body. Sirius tugged softly at the bud on the end on your breasts, watching intently at the way you contorted your face. You inhaled your moans, making your breasts move with each movement. Sirius continued dragging his hand down until he reached the real bud he was aiming for, using his thumb on your clit to bring you over the edge. He felt your walls clench and he couldn’t help but smirk.

“Sirius!” You cried out, unable to hold yourself back any longer. You quickly moved your head into Sirius’ to continue riding out her high and Sirius continued his unrelenting pace. You slowed your wails of pleasure with praise that Sirius didn’t know that he liked. “Godric, you feel so good. You make me feel so good.”

That was all Sirius needed to spill inside you, extracting himself with a sharp groan. You leaned forward, panting and unable to catch your breath. Sirius smiled and tucked a piece of hair behind your ear. The sound of footsteps approaching made the two jump apart and you frantically patted down your hair and uniform. Sirius couldn’t resist the urge to laugh as he pulled you up out of the dungeons.

“Call me anytime little Snape isn’t putting out, alright, pup?”

#sirius black #sirius black x reader #marauders x reader #sirius black x you #sirius black imagine #sirius black smut #marauders era smut #cheating on severus snape #corruption kink #corruption kink!sirius black #this was 8 pages long in word #possibly the wildest thing I've ever written

[billi-mausi]

What memory of yours do you think you would use to cast a Patronus?

I think about this a lot.

#mine would probably be one with me sister and I dancing at night on the rooftop LITERALLY under the stars <<<3 #or playing cards with my parents and brother (and cheating) #orr idkk #because then i think if these memories would be haooy enough to cast a Patronus?? #and then i get sad thinking what if they are not #and what if I a might never be able to cast a Patronus- #SORYY BYE #the maruaders #james potter #marauders #jegulus #sirius black #marauders era #regulus black #remus lupin #harry potter

[thistuesdaynight]

Invincible

prongsfoot fluff microfic drunk prongsfoot first kiss, unrequited wolfstar, light angst this plot bunny would not go away. It might even become a little series? idk we'll see what happens.

"James," Sirius hisses, voice straining. "Come on, mate. Help me out here."

James couldn't stop giggling.

He often felt like that after drinking, like everything in the world was just so funny, how could he not laugh along? And he certainly was drunk tonight. He and Sirius had gone out together, taking shots like there was no tomorrow. But the bubbly, bouyant feeling in James' chest may not have been from the alcohol, but from Sirius' arm around his middle.

"I had such a good night," James sighed, delighted to be here with his best mate in the whole world feeling drunk, and happy, and invincible.

He loved how he always felt invincible when he was with Sirius.

"That's great, Prongs, but could you pick up your feet?"

Sirius was just as sloshed as James, but James always tended to get floppy when he was drunk. They swayed up to the front door of the house, pressed together hip to hip, Sirius holding onto James' waist, and James was buzzing from the warm point of contact.

After dropping them twice, James finally managed to get the keys into the lock. However, the door was finicky, and in his addled state, he couldn't twist and unlock it properly.

"Bollocks," James cursed. "Bloody door."

"Here," Sirius murmured, reaching over him.

Sirius took the keys from James' grasp, brushing over his fingers and sending goosebumps up his arm. It must have been the cold night breeze. Sirius leaned in closer to maneuver the sticky lock, invading James' space.

James traced the line of Sirius' jaw with his gaze, desperately wanting to know what it felt like under his lips. From this close, James could count the freckles on Sirius' ear, blow warm breath across his neck, and breathe in his scent of spearmint and eucalyptus.

He was captivated by the curl of dark hair currently falling over Sirius' brow, which was furrowed in concentration as he fiddled with the door. What would it be like to brush the hair from his face? To take those soft pink lips with his own…

With a great heave, Sirius finally got the door unstuck and the two boys tumbled forward into their front room, the door slamming behind them. They landed in heap of tangled of limbs, James on his back, and Sirius half on top of him, his curls hanging into James' face. James dissolved into hooting laughter, guffawing from the ridiculousness of it all.

"Prongs, shhhh!" Sirius shushed him with a hand over his mouth, but he was holding back giggles of his own, face flushed red with mirth. "Shh, Remus and Pete are sleeping."

James tried to respond, but Sirius still had his hand over his mouth, which caused them both to erupt into barely contained sniggers, grinning like idiots.

"What were you going to say?" Sirius giggled, moving his hand down so that James could speak, but keeping a finger on James' bottom lip.

"Who cares if they're sleeping! They should have come out to celebrate with us."

James and Sirius liked to go out sometimes to celebrate on random Fridays, just to commemorate the start of the weekend. Peter and Remus valued their sleep too much to go out with Sirius and James every weekend.

"Nah, it's better like this," Sirius whispered, his gaze roaming James' face.

James looked up at Sirius, his pale skin glowing in the moonlight, smiling down at James like he was the only thing in the world. James felt that same bubbly effervescence in his veins, and he didn't care whether it was the alcohol or not.

Invincible.

"Yeah, Pete can't hold his liquor for shit."

Sirius sniggered, laughing so hard that his whole body was shaking from trying to stay quiet. He swayed forward, resting his mouth on his fingers, which were still on James' lips. Sirius' warm breath whooshed over his tongue, and James tried to drink it in. Sirius tipped forward even more, until he was giggling into James' mouth, grazing his tongue, and smiling against James' bottom lip.

And every touch, every breath, every connection sent electricity humming through James' veins.

Sirius.

Invincible.

James surged upward, meeting Sirius's tongue with his own, moving his lips over his, and inhaling his scent like it was oxygen. He kissed Sirius so hard that the other boy fell back until James hovered over him, devouring Sirius' mouth like it was his last meal.

It was Sirius.

His Sirius, and they were kissing. His best mate, but they didn't feel so friendly any more.

Their noses knocked together as they pressed impossibly closer, sharing heat and breath, and this- this was better than being drunk, James decided.

Sirius Black was his own personal drug.

He needed him more than anything. More than everything.

James took Sirius' bottom lip between his teeth, pulling back slowly, enjoying the keening moan that left Sirius. He placed his lips on Sirius' throat, tracing it with sloppy, open-mouthed kisses, and it was better than he'd imagined.

"Wait," Sirius said, out of breath and chest heaving. "We can't."

The words didn't register, and James continued his ministrations underneath Sirius jaw, because he wanted nothing more than to swallow him whole and be swallowed in return. But Sirius pushed on his shoulders. "We can't, James. You're drunk. We're drunk."

James pulled back, dazed and wanting nothing more than to have Sirius Black under his hands and in his mouth once again. "Drunk?" James pouted, petulantly.

"Yes, James," Sirius sat up on his elbow, pushing James out of the way to do the same. "We're drunk. We're not thinking straight."

James looked at Sirius, the angles and planes of his face, the smoothness of his skin, that mane of raven hair that James wanted to tangle his fingers in and never let go.

"Nope, not straight at all," James murmured.

Sirius gaped at him for a moment, letting out a surprised chuckle. Then he surged forward to capture his lips once again.

It was like Sirius couldn't help himself. He hummed into the kiss, reaching up to card his fingers through James' hair. Sirius gave a gentle tug on the strands, and James felt it all the way to the base of his spine, moaning wantonly into Sirius' mouth.

"Fuck, James," Sirius groaned, the noise only spurring him on.

Sirius moved to put a knee between James' legs, and the pressure was so exquisite James thought he would combust right there. He let out a whine, grabbing at hips, clothes and skin, clutching Sirius closer.

The light turned on then, a voice breaking them from their hormone cloud. "Prongs? Padf--"

Remus stood in the hallway in his pajamas, squinting from the light, and probably from the confusing scene in front of him. James bit his lip, wanting to laugh again, but when he looked closer, he realized that Remus wasn't confused, he was horrified. Frowning, James looked to Sirius, who was flushed and anguished.

Sirius pushed off of James, sitting up and allowing a rush of cold air to slip between them.

"Remus," Sirius said, guilty and pleading.

Remus said nothing, face stony. He just turned and went back to his room. Sirius buried his face in his hands, while James watched on, bewildered, his drunken buzz going silent.

Read Part 2 here!

#would anyone want this to be a series? lmk #don't worry y'all Sirius didn’t cheat #he and Remus had a little flirtationship so now he's jelly #prongsfoot #bambibelle #starbucks #james potter #sirius black #james and sirius #james x sirius #marauders #marauders fanfiction #tuesdaywrites #remus lupin #unrequited wolfstar

[rewritingcanon]

ok i dont want this to be a hp sims account but it keeps getting funnier and funnier

everyone’s reaction to sirius is so funny

#the first thing they know about him is how hot he is the second thing is how mentally ill 💀 #marauders #sirius black #harry potter #hp #james potter #i have the wicked traits which you cant choose or cheat (from what i know) #luckily every character has very accurate traits though 🔥 #rewriting

[neongreenllama]

Remus laid down his cards. A straight flush, yet again.

“I don’t like this.” Sirius exasperatedly threw down his own terrible hand which consisted of nothing but a weak pair.

“You just don’t like it because it’s the one thing you’re not good at.”

“How come you’re so good at it?” he asked petulantly.

Remus just shrugged, the wanker, and mildly replied with, “Pokerface.”

“Bullshit. You’re cheating.”

He didn’t confess, but he didn’t deny either. Instead, he said, “You lost, you have to pay up.”

Sirius wasn’t sure if he really saw the glimmer in his eyes and the tiniest tug of the corner of his mouth, or if he’d just imagined it.

“You’ve already robbed me of everything I have!”

Remus pointedly raised his eyebrows.

He thought about just not paying and seeing what happened, but then he huffed and stood up to remove his last item of clothing, while the other man was still fully dressed save for his socks. When he was done, he angrily let his hands fall to his sides.

“Happy?” he bit out.

“Mhh.”

That stupid wanker and his stupid smile.

“Strip poker is fun, they said. Strip poker is sexy, they said. Fuck them and their stupid strip poker. Nothing sexy about losing …” he grumbled and then he shut up when Remus pulled him close by the hips.

“You’re not done paying your debts yet,” the other man mumbled against his stomach.

Sirius wanted to stay angry, he really did.

He lost at that too.

#remus being a little shit #wolfstar #wolfstar fic #remus x sirius #sirius black #remus lupin #he definitely cheated #llama drama

[nightshift-clocking-in]

Short fic based on a phone call I got last night and could not stop laughing about

for @crying-lightningx

1.3k words

Remus is working the graveyard shift when he gets a call, but he's realizes he's the wrong number. Wolfstar getting together if you squint.

The Friends you make at 3am

The thing no one told Remus about working graveyard was how it slowly takes over the rest of your life. A few missed lunches with friends, slowly turns into missed birthday parties— he hadn’t ment to sleep through it— and so slow Remus did not realize it, the invitations just stopped. 

So Remus friends become the late night travelers of the motel he worked at. An exhausted mom carrying a sleeping toddler on her hip at midnight, in town to see a specialist. Drunk bachelor and bachelorette party goers stumbling back in disarray from thier last ‘free’ night. Sometimes a lost stripper trying to find the room of the soon to be married for a last dance. 

But in the quite hours between the drunk partiers and the early rise construction workers, was his favorite. Those there the hours he could just read. That was the other thing no one told you about working nights, just how much reading time he had now. It was the main reason he kept the job after all.

He was just getting to the red room scene of red white and royal blue when the phone started to ring. Every damn time.Grumbling, Remus flipped the book over and set in on the desk, spinning his chair to pick up the phone— but it wasn’t ringing.

Confused he turned to his cellphone, the small screen lighting up and buzzing across the top of his work bag. It was not a number he recognized, but it looked local. He internally prayed it was not some day shift person calling in. He was fucking exhausted. He could not be fucked to stay another shift or try and find someone willing to come in, that was not his job.

He thought of letting it go to voicemail, but thought better of it and answered. “Hello?”

“Gilderoy?” An angry voice crackled through the speaker, something echoing in the background like like he was on speaker phone.

“Uhh,” Remus’ eyebrows scrunched, “sorry I think you have the wrong number.”

“No we don’t.” Another voice snapped, the words slightly slurring together. If he had to guess, Remus would say they were drunk or the the very least had been drinking. “You fucking man-whore gave my boyfriend your bloody number last night. Don’t pretend to be someone else you stupid little—” 

A laugh bubbled of him before he could stop it, because this was not happening right now was it? “Sorry but I really think you have the wrong number. I work graveyard, and gay as the day is long. So I don’t think I stole your boyfriend. Plus if he took the number, I wouldn’t blame the other person, honestly. That’s on your boyfriend.”

“I’m gay too!” The slurry voice called again, higher pitched than Remus would have assumed was a man, but that’s why he shouldn’t assume he guessed. 

There was a squabble between two people. Was it the previously mentioned boyfriend? Honestly this was the most entertaining thing to happen to Remus yet tonight. Would they fight? Would he be able to over hear them?

After some muffled sounds, clearly the two fight over the phone, a nicer not as drunk voice said, “So sorry for bothering you.” Then the line went dead.

Remus pursed his lips, tossing the phone back onto his bag. He was kinda dissapointed, if he was being completely honest, how that conversation would have ended was going to haunt him for the rest of his night. Unable to do anything about it, Remus opened his book and resumed reading.

Fifteen minutes when by— he was just getting to the steamy bits between Alex and Henry— when his phone rang again. Twice in one night? That was not normal. He scooped it up to find that, it was the same number as before.

“Hello?”

“Hey bruv,” The second calmer voice who had not called him a man-whore said, “Do you wanna know what happened?”

Remus tucked a napkin into his book and leaned back in his chair. “Oh yeah, I was going to be wondering about you guys all night. Tell me everything.”

“Okay, well my best mate, Sirius. He apologizes for calling you all the stuff earlier by the way, we were just caught up in the moment. We were at the Leaky Cauldron, and he stepped out for a smoke and grabbed Benjy’s jacket— that’s his ex by the way— because he had the smokes, and then when he opened the package this folded up number fell out. And it was some bloke named Gilderoy—”

“Gilderoy,” Who Remus guessed was Sirius hissed, “What a proteinaceous bloody name. Imagine trying to moan that during sex?” Remus snickered, and Sirius giggled too, “See even he thinks it a stupid name don’t you? Um… what’s his name?” He mock whispered. 

“I’m Remus.” He added helpfully, a smile pulling at his lips.

“See even Remus thinks Gilderoy is a dumb name.” he slurred, followed by a crash of metal, like he had just tumbled into a trashcan. 

“Careful,” The other man sighed, “Anyway, we find this number and give it a call but in our hurry, we got the last two digits switched and we called you instead.”

Remus nodded, “I figured it was something like that.”

“Well,” they continued, “We called the right number, and you won’t belive it but Gilderoy didn’t answer but his boyfriend did.”

“No.” Remus laughed. This just kept getting better and better.

“YES!” They shouted through a laugh, “And then his boyfriend Edgar, he apparently works with Benjy at the leaky Cauldron. Now he’s headed to the cauldron to beat the shit out of Benjy and we decided to bounce before shit got bad.” 

“Isn’t James so mean, Remus?” Sirius said super close to the microphone now, “He won’t even let me stay to watch my shitty ex get his ass kicked.” 

“Sirius a strong wind could kick your ass right now,” James huffed, “Plus you have gotten us black listed from every other bar in town. I’m making us leave to preserve our future friday nights!”

Remus laughed—a full belly kid of laugh— until tears started to prick in his eyes, and he was wheezing for breath. He could not remember the last time that he had this much fun, and he wasn’t even there. 

But for a moment he could pretend, walking the cold street the smell of rain mixed with the sewage in the street; trying not to throw up. He needed to make some new friends, he missed this feeling.

“Hey Rems,” He could hear Sirius smile through the phone. “Your working right? Where you working this late?”

“Uhh, the hotel across the London Bridge St.”

“That’s so close!” Sirius shouted. Remus was beginning to think that was just how he talked, always on the verge of yelling. “Do you like burgers?”

“Yeah? But I think most people like burgers?”

“Great, we are gonna bring you some.” Sirus announced proudly. “Your one of our mates now, okay?”

Remus chuckled to himself, “Okay.”

“Okay, see you soon Rems.” And before the call ended, he swore he heard Sirius say “He sounds pretty cute don’t you think?”

Remus tossed his phone the table, still laughing about the whirlwind of the last twenty minutes. Stretching out his long limbs, with a groan he got up and made some fresh coffee. It sounded like his new mates needed something to sober them up, and it was the least he could do with them bringing him a burger.

Remus grabbed his book and dropped it into his bag. He had a feeling he would not be needing it tonight. Maybe it was not impossible to make new friends working the graveyard shift— you just had to meet the right ones. 

#james potter #sirius black #remus lupin #wolfstar #marauders fanfic #fanfic #marauders fandom #wrong number au #cheating ex #Mars drabbles

[impishtubist]

I've been tagged in various writing games lately that I will not get to. Instead, I'm going to post a random snippet:

“Good birthday?” Charlie asked. “Hell of a lot better than thirty-eight was,” Sirius said, accepting the cigarette. This time last year, he’d had no idea where Harry was, and Remus had finally moved the last of his things out of the cottage and was living full-time with Tonks. He’d spent thirty-eight with only the dogs and Buckbeak for company.

Tagging all the people who have tagged me in writing games lately, so: @soloorganaas @jamesunderwater @lynxindisguise @tracingpatternswrites give us a Tuesday and/or Wednesday snippet!

#imp speaks #imp is writing #yes remus cheated on sirius and then he died #so now sirius is raising teddy along with harry #but don't worry he's getting lots of sex from really hot people and eventually will fall in love #sirius black

[aliengirl]

searching my sims name + "core aesthetic" on pinterest and picking my fave results pt.II

#and yes i say picking my faves because i knew like #blue would have just a bunch of blue things #and orion would be a bunch of stars and if i use his whole name which is orion sirius #it comes up references to sirius black from HP #so yeah im kinda cheating but i think is better to see the cooler ones #blue bohan by seyvia #aesthetic tag

[marleneismydopamine]

marauders as shit my friends have said part 6

*during a match*

sirius: *throws a handful of leaves at regulus to distract him* sneak attack!

regulus: what the fuck, where did you keep those?

sirius: i’ll never tell 🤭

#they’re both competitive af #but when they verse each other it’s multiplied by a billion #honestly ​they would both cheat #i just realised how long it’s been since i actually posted one of these so sorry about that #marauders incorrect quotes #marauders #black brothers #sirius black #regulus black

[jeanmoreausautismstickers]

Sirius sighs, shrugging. "Well, er, actually Mary, I've got a party to attend." Mary whirls around, glaring at him. "What?" Sirius runs a hand through his hair, looking down. "James is throwing a party, I need to go. I'm going to have to miss your show. Sorry."

Mary stares at him a moment, slowly crossing her arms. "You know what makes me crazy? I'm sorry, can I say this?" Sirius rolls his eyes. "You will anyway." "You know what makes me nuts? The fact that we could be together, HERE together. Sharing our night. Spending our time! And you're gonna choose someone else to be with!" Sirius shakes his head, reaching out to touch her shoulder. "No I'm not, Mare, it's just-" She slaps his hand away, continuing over him. "No you are, yes Sirius, that's exactly what you're doing! You could be here with me or be there with them, and as usual, guess which you pick!" Sirius shakes his head again. "No I just have to-" Mary scoffs, talking louder to drown him out. "No! You do not have to go to another party with the same twenty jerks you already know!" Sirius opened his mouth to interrupt again, but Mary's began shouting. "You could stay with your girlfriend on her fucking birthday! You could, God forbid, even see my show! And I know, in your soul, it must drive you crazy that you won't get to play with your little boyfriends!" She takes a breath, and Sirius uses it to interrupt. "You're being ridiculous."

Mary scoffs at him again, hand twitching as if she wants to slap him. "No, I'm not. No! I'm not! The point is, Sirius, that you can't spend a single day that's not about you! And you! And nothing but you! Marvelous, Marauder you! Isn't he great, just 18! The saviour of singing! You and you and nothing but you! Miles and piles of you!"

She reaches up, brushing a tear off her cheek before pulling the promise ring off her finger. She throws it into the lake behind them. "I swear to God, I don't understand how you can just stand there straight and tall and see I'm crying! And do nothing at all!" With that, she shoves past him, storming back up the path to the opera house.

Sirius stares after, not quite understanding what's happened, when his phone rings. He pulls it out of his pocket, accepting the call from Remus.

"Hello?" he mumbles into it. "Hey, you're still coming tonight right? I've got a surprise." Sirius's stomach flips at the thought of what the surprise might be. "Yes, yeah. On my way now. See you in a bit, darling."

#sirius black #mary macdonald #remus lupin #sirius x mary #wolfstar #the marauders #marauders era #band au #yes sirius is a cheating bastard in this #also this is based off that bit from See I'm Smiling in The Last Five Years #its my favourite song #i love her voice #shes so good #augh #mary is so valid for her anger too

[rayssion]

James and Regulus had been in love for quite long time, going through thick and thin together, holding one another each night.

Till the day came, when they finally get to tie the knot. Their wedding day.

Regulus of course wanted a neat traditional marriage while James agreed in one condition, they only get to invite the people close to them.

So, on a nice sunday they woke up with everything prepared.

And Sirius walked his brother down the aisle smiling widely. Regulus was delighted, everything seemed in place! The flowers, the ribbons and even the enchanted birds. He was wearing his shiny white robes with violet details, it was matching the whole baby blue and white decorations they settled.

They walk the steps towards the front elegantly, feeling the eyes falling at them Regulus blushed a little, he never liked being on the spotlight nor associating with a lot of people.

But they were only their friends, at least those who remained of them.

They stopped and Sirius reached out, handling his brother to his best friend, Regulus looked up.

James, oh James. Wearing his deep royal blue robes, locking his deep brown eyes with him, giving him such a soft smile. It felt like a dream, so surreal, the amount of happiness that surged Regulus' insides at that smile.

The linked their hands together, and Regulus couldn't help himself but think that it was the last time he hooks his arm with his fiance, because the next time it'd be his husband.

The two turned their attention to the priest, traditional as Regulus wanted meant they'd be taking the blessings of the ancient magic, which will guarantee them a long lasting happy relationship, creating a family bestowed with joy.

The priest smiled at the young engaged couple, which will soon be linked for life, before chanting the royal vows.

And soon it was the time for the spell. "Ancient magic will express it's delight in the relationship and it's blessings with a gold glow. The more gleaming the best" the priest explained with a steady voice.

Regulus snuck a look at the stands where all their guests are staring with big smiles.

Sirius, Remus, Lily, Mary, Pandora and Xenophilius, Arthur and Molly and even Barty.

They were all here for them, for his and James marriage.

The priest performed the spell, and they all waited for the glow.

It never came.

#yes one of them was cheating ;) #my second blog uwu #sorry I wrote it in a hurry I just didn't want to let go of the idea #marauders #regulus black #sirius black #jegulus #wolfstar #starchaser #wedding #marriage #the marauders era

[ogthreadbear]

A Snack 1990’s non magical AU drama

#snack #severus x sirius #severus snape #sirius black #non magical au #90’s setting #pining #cheating #alan rickman #gary oldman #moodboard

[hogwartsalumni08-slytherin]

Falling For James

My name is Holly Pettigrew. My big brother is Peter Pettigrew and he is a part of a group of pranksters called the Marauders. The Marauders are all in Gryffindor. I'm a Slytherin and so is Regulus Black whom is the little brother of Sirius Black, one of Peter's best friends.

I started dating Regulus during our fourth year and our brothers were in their sixth year. Now, it is during my fifth year. I'm in the Gryffindor common room with Peter. My feelings for Regulus are changing and maybe I am developing feelings for one of Peter's and Sirius's best friends. This best friend of theirs goes by James Potter.

Honestly thoughts of James clogs my brain. Peter speaks up and says, "Maybe, honey, you're falling for James." I yell, "NO!" Peter says, "Well... " I yell, "NO! I LOVE REGULUS! REGULUS IS MY BOYFRIEND, HE WILL ALWAYS BE MY BOYFRIEND! THAT'S IT!" FOREVER!" I walk off for a minute to get my feelings under control. I hear Regulus ask, "Holly wouldn't lie, right?" Peter quickly says, "No. Holly wouldn't lie." James and I stare at each other both feeling guilty because of a kiss we shared last week.

#Marauders Era #original character #original female character #Peter Pettigrew has a little sister #Peter Pettigrew #James Potter #Sirius Black #Regulus Black x original female character #Cheating #James Potter x original female character #Regulus Black

[theresthesnitch]

Enough

Written for the Murder Mystery Hogwarts games. Prompt: "I just want to go home" + cat + soft.

Remus finds his boyfriend in the act of cheating on him, but Sirius is there to pick up the pieces.

Read it here on AO3.

#wolfstar #ish #tw: cheating #hurt/comfort #sirius black #remus lupin #snitchwrites

[heartofspells]

It’s Wolfstar Bingo time

and do you know what that means? That’s right, more fics featuring our always loveable pups! Here’s a preview of something coming soon(ish). Who wants it?

"Sirius," manages Remus after far too long. "Sirius, you're bladdered. You don't know what you're doing, mate."

Remus is suddenly being twisted forcefully until he's facing his friend, Sirius staring up at him with intense, fierce, needing eyes. "Don't," hisses Sirius, warning but also something like desire coating the edges of his voice. Remus tries to worm himself away, but he's trapped between the body still pressing into his and the counter digging into the back of his hips. Sirius' gaze drops to Remus' mouth before flickering back up quickly as a hand wraps around the back of Remus' neck, fingers tracing over a faint, hair-fine scar at his nape. Sirius licks his lips. "Just…shut up, all right?"

And then Remus is being pulled down, a mouth covering his own, testing at first and then filled with hunger. A low moan emerges from Sirius' throat, vibrating through Remus. Hips grind forward, bones and hardness sending heat lacing up Remus' spine. Sirius pulls back suddenly, his eyes dropping to the fruit on the counter and then up to Remus once more. He licks his lips again and then he's releasing a rumbling growl, mouth diving back in, catching lips, knocking teeth, tongue invading, searching out flavors and the ridges at the roof of Remus' mouth.

"I fucking hate kiwi," mutters Sirius against him, not parting or breaking away.

There’s a collection on AO3. Go give all the creators the love they so desperately deserve.

#wolfstar #sirius black #remus lupin #wolfstar bingo 2022 #sirius x remus #sirius/remus #prompt: cheating #my writing #snippet

[impishtubist]

fanfic ask game

@theresthesnitch challenged me to the ask box game where you list your WIPs and your followers ask about them, and then @squidgilator challenged me to the snippet sharing game, so I’m combining them because I have only one true WIP. 

Here’s a deleted scene:

“Are the kids in there?”

Sirius feels his lips twitch, but he manages to hold his stoic expression. “Lord Teddy and Lord Jamie are in the castle, yes.” 

“We’re kings now!” Teddy hisses through the blanket.

“Sorry, King Teddy and King Jamie are in the castle.”

Harry drops to his knees and prepares to crawl into the blanket fort, but Sirius stops him with a hand on his arm.

“Do you have the password?”

“Really, Padfoot?”

“Sorry, I’m afraid that’s incorrect.”

Open tag for anyone who wants to share a snippet or do the WIP game or both! 

#sirius black #harry potter #sirius returns from the veil #harry is the best dad ever to james and teddy #imp is writing #ask box game #fanfic ask game #yeah i cheated by giving you a deleted scene instead of a snippet #so sue me