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velvetcloxds · 3 months

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LITTLE BIRD | S.B.

word count: 2.2k

warnings: mafia!sirius, secret agent!regulus (not related to sirius in this au), prince!james, princess!reader, potter!reader, bodyguard!lily, future prince!remus- when I tell you I want to make this a series sooo badly, I've so many ideas

summary: when your parents go missing and hoards of people are trying to get into the palace to hurt you and your brother, you have no choice but to go and get help from the last person your parents would have you be associated with

There was a vibrant hum in the palace as you walked down the stairs, hearing aggravated groans filled with words that you simply knew they’d have swallowed had you already been in the room. You expected no less in your parents’ absence, everyone wanting to have their say in managing the situation at the gate, nearly hundreds of men and women gathering in angry hoards as they tugged at fencing, threw at windows, and cursed into the air. There were many opinions, always were, however, a queen and her husband missing and leaving her children to command her country while she was indisposed, prompted all the more than usual.

The door to your mother’s office opened from inside, strange faces meeting you as you stepped into the doorway, a silence shivering over the small space as James sighed, almost relived as men backed away from the corner, they’d talked him into, merely bowing their heads in acknowledgment of your presence.

“Ah,” he began and brushed his shirt into place as he nodded towards you. “Little sister, I assume you’ve come to enlighten us on the only right way to handle our little predicament?” he mused, and you knew his tone to have a familiar mix of sincerity yet belittlement to it.

Your brother was an odd creature, unlike either of your parents, unlike you for that matter. Never one for the politics of your home, the weight of your family, much rather cooped up in his room with his paintings, he’d have himself starved yet inspired instead of sitting about the throne dealing with issues of state. He was wise in his personal endeavors, but foolish in his belief that the Potter name held no purpose in his life, despite your shared responsibilities he’d always managed to twist your lives to benefit his own, though admirable for some, it left you plastered in his misfitting shoes.

“Consider the problem already solved,” You began and as if on cue, Lily came stumbling into the room behind you, momentarily stealing the men’s attention before demanding eyes fell back onto you. “Though I’m sure my parents appreciate council being offered so graciously to their children, I can assure you that we are capable of managing our own affairs,” You explained and cleared your throat as you stepped aside, hands folded in front of you as you waited for them to understand your request.

“I think what my sister is far too kindly trying to say, is that our mother fairs well without a bunch of old men telling her what to do and so will we,” James agreed and with a tired shrug he plumped down onto the leather office chair, gesturing the gaping men out of the room with an outstretched hand as he smiled at you. “So, what’re you going to do?” he asked once the room had cleared, assuming you’d miss the way his gaze lingered but a second too long on the woman who hovered at your side, hand resting on her gun halter as she looked at her feet.

“What I always do,” you informed him, allowing an arrogant smile to tilt into your lips, knowing it had no place there yet having no control over it all the same. “Clean up your mess.”

It was not long before you were pulling your coat around your body, ignoring the warnings that Lily was mumbling, a well-known mantra much like the one she’d heard from Regulus when he was training her to be your guard and much like you did to him, you paid the words no mind. You pulled the hood over your head as you reread the map on your phone to guide you in your escape, feet leading you past the staff rooms, through the fire escape that led you right into the hidden gardens where James thought he could smoke in secret.

“Princess, your parents wouldn’t approve of this,” Lily whispered, peering around the lawn as you opened the hidden latch that was made by the very person you were running to see. “Now is not the time to take this risk, not when they’re not here to get you out of trouble.”

“I have no choice, you know that, and they’d know that as well,” you bargained, knowing she had no intentions of making you stay when she followed you out of the gate and to the outside, the shouting and stomping growing louder as the two of you looked around for the car that he’d sent for you.

Not a word more was exchanged on the way from the palace, familiar apprehensive looks shared as the driver kept his eyes on the road, only looking down when his phone chimed with a text from the man in question, you presumed. You were unnervingly accustomed to the entire ordeal, knowing that despite the risk you were taking, the reward would be far greater, worth much more as you considered your choices. Lily was right when she spoke about your parents. You were making your own bed, as they’d taught you to, but they’d never approve of who you were inviting into it. You thought you’d have more time, time to butter them up to what was shaping up to be a yearlong conversation in hope for peace, but you’d never accounted for riots at your front door or death threats with blood stains thrown through your window.

The car eased to a still in front of the cold brick building, a hand on your back guiding you out of the street, away from wondering eyes as you looked back to see if Lily was close behind, the route was no different than before, the unhappy glares and whispered musings of disapproval being of no bother as you waited to be taken to his door.

“Princess,” a voice snarled, and you had no restraint as a frustrated breath left your lips, your mission was brought to a stop as a man stumbled into your way. “It’s been quite a while since we entertained royalty on this side of town,” he noted and you mustered a look of faux surprise, shaking yourself from the grip on your back as you looked him up and down.

“That might be true, but I am not here as royalty.”

“Aye? Who are you here as then?” he persisted and you scoffed, knowing that by the sudden silence that sauntered into the air the man in question was not far from the little scene that’d been formed, disrupting his time.

“My friend,” the thick accent fled through your senses as though it filtered through your veins, his frame begging your gaze to drift to him and it obliged, always did, a teasing smirk on his lips as he looked down at you from atop the stairs. “Does anyone have a problem with that?” he prompted, and it was as though the simple words held piles of threats as the men separated to make room for you to walk.

“Princess,” Lily gave a frustrated scoff as she was stopped at the foot of the stairs. “Be careful,” she insisted before you followed the man of the house to the office that you’d spent many nights hiding from the world, debating a settlement for families only known as foes.

“Sirius,” you sighed, closing the door behind you and smiling when he pushed himself onto the empty desk that sat askew in the corner of the bare room, his eyes trailed slowly over your face, trying his best to decipher why you were there without you saying anything, he had a frustrating habit of doing so quite successfully. “I need a favour,” you breathed after a second that seemed to last forever, squirming slightly under his gaze despite it being far from strange.

“I assumed as much,” he teased, nodding for you to go on as you walked towards him, tugging the hood from your head, fingers moving to ease everything back into place.

“There are people rioting in front of my home, threatening us, promising to kill us,” you began and stilled right at his side, looking down at the city as it lay in the streets, cars pulling up and then pulling away after mere minutes, a notion that you would’ve questioned in the past had you not learned to keep your nose from his business.

“I saw,” he leaned back against the wall to see you again, no doubt missing the smile that dipped into your mouth as he proved without much prompt that he cared at least slightly if you had managed to escape unharmed. “How did you get out?”

“Same way you get in.”

“Clever girl,” he tutted, and you’d have laughed at him if you weren’t to be in his debt in the future. “What exactly do you want me to do, hmm? Riots at the palace seem more like a job for the police, no?”

“They’re wearing your name, Sirius.”

You didn’t know how long you were supposed to pause after that. You were somewhat expecting him to jump to his own defense, half expecting him to accuse you of mistrusting him, yet you knew neither was to happen. Trust was a rather strong word to use for whatever the relationship was that you had. You knew he was true to his word, knew he would not allow you to come to any harm and though your power was much less than his own, you’d try to do the very same for him. Though beyond all of that, you knew that as many troubles lay with your name, there were many that laid with his own. He was a criminal, after all, some of the worst of his kind and you were in his home, begging him to help you when you knew it would earn you heaps of problems in turn. Your mother would have your head, she’d have his too. She didn’t take out his family, his entire line of kin just for you to allow their kind right back into your lives.

“They’re not mine,” he offered, and his hand settled on the table next to yours, tilting his head to see what you were looking at, humming as if to acknowledge your train of thought. “That’s part of our little agreement, is it not? Our little settlement of peace? I may not harm your family as revenge for what your mother did to mine, and you let me make a quick buck off taking out the bad guys the police miss,” he sighed at that, noticing the way you rolled your eyes at his almost mocking tone as he mimicked words that you’d spoken out of serious intents to do good. “Those men are trying to hurt you, Y/n, if they were mine then I’d have them tied and beaten already, you understand that don’t you?”

“Of course, I do,” you sighed, and though you should be very much appalled by his words, you found an odd sense of comfort in his reassurance, smiling with him as he nodded at you.

“Good. Now, do you want me to take care of it for you?” he asked and needed no answer to know that that was exactly what you’d come here for. “I sent men down as soon as you texted me. The gate will be cleared by the time you get home,” he explained and chuckled softly at the shock that sifted onto your face. “You think I’m not the first one to know when you’re in trouble, little bird? Though, I’ll admit, you were very brave coming all the way here, would not have known you were nervous had it not been for those,” he informed you as he pointed to your shaking hands, you’d hoped your grip on the table would’ve hidden it, but it seems you were very wrong, warmth spreading across your cheeks. “You’re shaping up to be quite the leader, you know, your mother would be proud.”

“So would your father.”

“Oh, I would not say that, bowing to a Potter is what he regrets most.”

“I’m sure,” you smiled, looking up to the door when Lily stumbled through it, just like before, the same look on her face as she looked between you and Sirius.

“Your parents were just brought home by Regulus and the rest of the CIA,” she explained, holding the phone out to show you the picture of them arriving at the palace and you had to shake your head at the timing, Sirius’ words being anything but empty as there was not a single soul out on front of the place, barely any evidence left behind of the reason for your visit except for abandoned signs and makeshift weapons.

“I have a new car waiting for you outside,” Sirius announced and shrugged when you looked at him with what any normal person would describe as awe, though you’d never dare to label it as such, merely an appreciation for his capabilities. “I’ll call when you get home.”

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360iris · 1 year

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with a feeling (poly!prongsfoot x reader | mafia au)

“You’ve missed me, baby?” James asks with a bright smile, both hands firmly gripping the steering wheel as he speaks to you through the car console.

“More than anything, Jamie.” You answer back immediately, and though he’s focusing primarily on the road, he can see from a quick glance at the screen how you’re currently sprawled out on your stomach in bed. Your soft cheek resting against the backs of your hands, cutely pouting at the camera as you mentally urge your boyfriends to return home as quickly and safely as possible.

“What about Sirius, hun?” James asks with a cheeky grin, sparing a glance towards the man currently riding in the passenger’s seat, knowing full well the response he’s going to get.

“What about him?” You ask in a considerably different tone, your voice bordering indifferent as you turn your attention to your nails. Acting as though those shimmering, opaque gel polished digits were significantly more interesting in comparison to the new topic of discussion.

That’s all it was in the end however- a long-standing game of pretend that existed between Sirius and yourself since the day the two of you laid eyes on one another. A teasing charade which masked caring carasses as tugging fistfuls of hair, and transforming fleeting kisses into prominent bites and bright red hickeys.

From an outsider’s perspective, the two of you were united on some semblance of a common ground- appearing intimidating, judgemental but breathtakingly beautiful in each other’s silent company.

And to friends, you behaved quite differently. A bickering, arguing duo who could rarely get through a single conversation without it coming to empty insults.

But to James, he alone got to see you as you truly were- learning your past and how you met Sirius before you’d known the faces, or names of any of the other Marauders. A particularly peculiar, but intimate love story in its own right.

“Did you miss him?” He answers, deciding to humor your game as he did more often than not.

“I suppose I noticed it was significantly quieter than usual, without a particular loudmouth running around in the house.” James chuckles at your response as Sirius huffs indignantly, glaring icily at the screen before an idea comes to mind and he’s suddenly wearing a faint mischievous smirk.

“That’s very funny, kitten.” Sirius responds, slipping a strand of hair behind his ear as he leans back against the leather seat. “You know I’ve been meaning to ask if you enjoyed your three weeks of solitude. But then, I remembered that you were left with nothing to fuck but a few silicone cocks and those tiny fingers of yours. And I can’t imagine that anyone would’ve been able to make the most of that situation. Can’t say I had any trouble like that however.” He finishes, and you know he’s referring to having James to fuck when the need or interest inevitably arose.

Sinking your teeth into your bottom lip, you don’t bother to answer because he’s right, and you hate it. Choosing to silently glower into the camera as he stared back smugly.

“Is that true, sweetheart?” James chimes in, a bit of pity apparent in his tone as he mulls over the mental image of you laying prettily on your back. Attempting and failing to replicate even an eighth of the pleasure and fervor you’d grown accustomed to receiving during sex. “You weren’t able to come as hard as you’d like, baby?”

If that sentence had come from Sirius, you would have thrown the darkest glare you could’ve physically managed. Would’ve probably flipped him off and ignored anything he’d said for the remainder of the call. But it’d come from sweet James, who you knew felt genuine sympathy at the thought of you experiencing even as minor an inconvenience as that during, and due to, his absence.

“No, I wasn’t able to.” You answer quietly, pointedly not looking in Sirius’ direction.

“We’ll make up for that, honey. I promise.”

This scenario now has a blurb series based on it! Pt. I, Pt. II

#the marauders #hp #harry potter #sirius black #sirius black x reader #marauders era #poly marauders #prongsfoot #james potter x sirius black #james potter x reader #james potter fluff #hp blurb #harry potter blurb #hp fanfic #mafia!marauders #mafia au

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mymiraclealigner · 1 year

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I only write for older Remus Lupin. [*] indicates smut

If you didn't know me like you do*

Remus and his ex-student have gotten really close during the Christmas Break

Pointless Jealousy

A guy is flirting with you and Remus has to do something about it.

Teatime

Y/n struggles to take her tea.

Let the rain in*

reader is worried that the window is open.

Femme Fatale*

Remus is crazy about his student; but she likes playing too much.

No crumbs left*

Remus and Y/n spend New Year's at home.

Conversation deviated

Remus invites you to his office to discuss the new reading club, but the conversation deviates.

The third night*

Remus is infatuated with his flirty student and he can't help acting on his feelings.

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remusslove · 11 months

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Mafia! James who's like all strong and proud when he's working. And knows what to do. Except when he's all alone with reader he becomes all subby. (I'm not sure how else to explain it) .

“Everyone be here at eight o clock sharp if you want to keep your job. Now get the fuck out.” his words are like venom, the other men hurriedly rush out the door. James sighed rubbing his hands over his face before standing up from his chair.

Finally leaving his office making his way up the giant stair case leading to your guys’s shared room. Walking into the room quietly and tiptoeing into the room not wanting to wake your sleeping form.

He smiled climbing into bed under the thick silk blankets. You stir as you softly grabs your waist to spoon you. He moves the hair covering your ear with his nose. “Sorry i didnt mean to wake you. Just wanted to be close” he mumbled in an airy tone. You smiled sleepily turning around so he could put his head on your chest.

#mafia!james potter #mafia!james #mafia james #mafia james potter #sub James #sub James potter #sub jamespotter #sub!james!potter #sub!jamespotter #sub!james #sub!james potter

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prettybabybaby · 1 year

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mafia!poly!marauders or any of them takes reader to kill someone who’s in debt with them. they let reader pull the trigger and blood splatters all over her. and they’re just.. TURNED ON they fuck her then and there

¡ 18+ only ! ¡ minors do not interact !

content: mafia!poly!marauders, fem!reader, blood

¡ marauders masterlist !

james and sirius hold the guy up as remus keeps your shaky hand still, cooing in your ear as he puts his finger on yours and pulls the trigger.

you start sobbing when the noise of the gunshot fills the air and your body’s pushed back by the impact. blood lands in your mouth, the thick, metallic liquid pooling on your tongue as you refuse to swallow. james and sirius let him fall to the floor as they shake off their hands and sirius runs a hand through his silky hair, eyes trailing down your blood splattered body. remus takes the gun from you before you can drop it, shoving it into his waistband as he kisses you, forcing you to swallow the mixture of your bloody spit and his.

you bury your head into james’ chest as he approaches you and hugs you, praising you as sirius settles behind you, pushing your hair to the side so he can kiss your neck, lapping at the blood drying there. james’ hands join sirius’ in roaming your body as he tilts his head to kiss you, rough fingers tickling your waist as he lifts your shirt.

“y’did so well, baby,” remus murmurs beside you, “want us to show you how well?”

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of-many-fandomss · 3 months

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Guess who loves mafia!au’s?? *raises hand* I do! Send in some requests :)

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i-need-of-a-hobby · 4 months

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if i were to write a jegulus and wolfstar fic based loosely on the 1920s new york mafia, would anyone read that or am i crazy?

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bettercallwillow · 2 years

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pairing: poly!mafia!marauders x reader

summary: remus is owed a debt, and when they don't pay, he decides to take their daughter instead. very much inspired by behave by @saintlike78 go check them out!!

warnings: dubcon (the series in general), foursome, mafia!au, daddy kink, dom!remus, dom!sirius, dom!james, oral (f + m recieving), fingering, spitroasting, penetration, rough sex, degrading (whore, slut, etc.), petnames (bunny, dove, etc,)

word count: 1.4k

part one, part two

"Hey, bunny," Remus smiled at you when you wandered into his office. He didn't mind you being in his office, only really restricting access when he had a meeting.

"Hi, daddy," you chirped back. You looked around the room, only just noticing James and Sirius sat in the two armchairs in front of Remus' desk, "Hiya," you flashed them both a toothy grin.

"Come here," Remus spoke, patting his knee. You didn't need to be told twice, pattering over to him and climbing onto his lap. You made yourself comfortable, shuffling your hips slightly.

Remus tensed under you, a small smirk creeping it's way onto his lips. "Naughty girl," he muttered when he leant over to ash his cigarette, "You do this on purpose, don't you?"

You didn't answer him, only letting out a small giggle and turning your head to rest on his chest. "You know," he whispered to you, "I'm starting to think you like it when people are watching,"

You flushed red, hands coming to play with the buttons on Remus' dress shirt, "Maybe I do," you confessed, biting your lip and batting your eyes at him. He tutted, leaning down to place a small kiss on your forehead.

"Well, it's your lucky day, bunny," he spoke normal now, "Me, Pads and Prongs have had a little chat and we all agree how fucking amazing it would be to pass you around like a common whore,"

A small gasp left your lips and you squoze your thighs together, a dull throbbing sensation beginning in your core. Sirius chuckled, "Look at her thighs press together, fuck, you can tell she really fucking wants it,"

"What do you say, dove?" James asked you, knocking back the whiskey he was nursing. You nodded, your cheeks burning as slick built up in your lacy underwear.

Remus took your chin in his hand, tilting your head so you were looking at him, "Need words, bunny, you know this,"

"Y-yes,"

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, daddy," you whined, moving your hips in small circles, "Want you all to fuck me,"

Sirius let out a groan, moving his hand down to palm at his growing erection, "She's such a little slut, isn't she?" he smirked at Remus, who chuckled in response.

"She sure is," the man replied before grabbing your hips, lifting you off his lap and putting you down on the desk in front of him. You quietly moaned at the way he manhandled you and spread your legs, the action almost like a reflex at this point.

James stood up from his chair, circling the desk before coming to a halt when he was stood next to Remus. The lycanthrope gave him a slight nod and James grinned, kneeling down so he was eye-level with your clothed cunt.

"Gods, she's soaked," he groaned, his hands working on flipping up your skirt so he had a better view, "Definitely ruined those expensive panties you bought her,"

"Please," you breathed, lifting your hips so James could pull down your underwear, "Want you so bad, Prongs,"

"That's no way to ask somebody something, is it bunny?" Remus tutted, putting his hand on the back of your neck before pushing forward slightly, "You gonna ask Prongs properly?"

"Please, Prongs- please eat me out," you whimpered, embrassment clouding you from speaking so vulgar. Remus shot you a wink before planting a kiss below your ear, "Good girl,"

Slowly, James leant forward, burying his head between your thighs before licking a line up your slit. You bucked your hips up at the sensation, making Sirius chuckle.

"Desperate, aren't you?" he smirked, getting up from his own seat to stand behind you. You hummed, leaning your head back to rest on Sirius' chest as James started to lick circles on your clit.

"Gods," you moaned, shifting your head so Remus had better access to your neck. He kissed it sloppily, pausing every now and then to suck dark marks onto your skin.

A gasp left your mouth when James circled two fingers at your enterance, dipping in the tips to tease you. Suddenly, he pushed them in to the knuckle, pulling a whorish moan from your throat.

He kept a steady rhythm, his tongue feasting on your clit greedily whilst his fingers curled inside you, hitting that sweet spot every time. "Gods, Moony, got yourself a good one here," he groaned into your cunt.

"M'close," you panted, pushing your hips back in rhythm with James' movements. The man chuckled, speeding up his pace to one that had you almost screaming in pleasure.

"Go on, pup," Sirius leant over to whisper in your ear, "Cum all over Prongs' face like the dirty slut you are,"

Remus pulled off your sweater, leaving you in just your bra and a skirt, giving him access to leave hickeys on your collarbone and shoulder, "Look at her," Sirius spoke, his hands working on unhooking your bra, "Practically grinding on Prongs' face,"

With one last curl of James' finger, you cried out, dopemein washing over you as you came. "Good girl," Remus cooed, moving his lips down to kiss and lick at your now exposed nipples.

James lapped up your juices, humming into your core before pulling his face and hands away, "Gods, dove, you taste so fucking good,"

"T-thank you, Prongs," you breathed, your voice shaky from your recent orgasm. Before you even had time to come back around, James stood, flipping you around so you were now bent over Remus' desk.

"I wanna be the one fucking her," Remus spoke, taking James' place behind you before unbuckling his belt. "You gonna suck me off nice and good whilst Moons wrecks your silly cunt?" Sirius asked you, his slacks already pushed down to his mid-thigh and his cock hard against his dress shirt.

You nodded, wiggling your hips and opening your mouth ready for Sirius. At the same time, the pair pushed into you, Sirius' length hitting the back of your throat as Remus' hit your cervix. You moaned around the animagus, making him groan and wrap his hand in your hair, "Fuck, pup,"

It wasn't long before Remus set a punishing pace, pushing you forward onto Sirius' cock in rhythm with his thrusts, "Still so fucking tight," Remus grunted, his hands kneading at your hips, "No matter how many times I fucking stretch you out,"

You closed your eyes, letting the tears that whelled up in your waterline fall down your cheeks. "So pretty when you cry," James muttered, fisting at his own cock. You hummed at the compliment, the vibrations making Sirius buck his hips up into your mouth.

You swallowed around his cock and he took control, his hand wrapped in your hair holding your head steady while he thrusted into your mouth roughly, "Moons, this mouth is fucking heavenly," he moaned, leaning his head back slightly.

"You gotta try this cunt next," Remus smirked, moving his hand to circle at your throbbing clit, relieving some of the pressure that was building up.

"M'gonna cum," Sirius spoke, his voice slightly strained, "Paint that slutty little throat white, make sure you taste me for fucking weeks,"

Swallowing around him again, you desperately waited for him to release, wanting nothing more than to taste his load. His cock twitched inside your throat and he came, salty liquid filling your mouth and running down your throat.

After he pulled out, you swallowed, sticking out your tongue to show him. "Fucking slut," he groaned, bending down to kiss you. You kissed back immediately, humming in content when he pushed his tongue into your mouth.

"I'm gonna cum again," you panted when you pulled away from the kiss, your nails scraping the wood below you. Remus increased his attack on your clit, giving you just enough to push you over the edge, "G'won, bunny, cum all over m'cock so you know who you belong to,"

"Daddy," you whined as you came, your vision flashing white as your high washed over you. After a few more sloppy thrusts, Remus pushed into you up to the hilt, a loud groan falling from his lips as he shot his load inside you.

Pating, he pulled out, a smirk on his lips when he saw the white liquid dripping out of you and onto the floor. "Would 'ya look at that," he grinned, looking up at James and Sirius, "Who's next?"

#poly!marauders #poly!marauders smut #poly!wolfstar #hp smut #remus lupin #remus lupin smut #sirius black #sirius black smut #james potter #james potter smut #mafia!remus #mafia!sirius #mafia!james #mafia!au #mafia!marauders #poly!mafia!marauders #marauders #marauders smut

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myfictionaldreams · 2 months

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WIP; You Pick ❤️

James Potter Part 2 (Kinktober Dry Hump)

It’s been requested frequently for a part 2 to this kinktober. In the first part, James is worried he’ll be a bad kisser so you offer (as a good friend) to test his skills. One thing leads to another and you’re both cuming in each others pants 😇

Steddie ~ protective

Requested, the boys protect you from an hostile situation.

Mafia!Stucky - Relief

Requested, Reader is needy and the boys let her take out her frustrations whilst handcuffed.

Batboys - role reversal

A part 2 to my last fic, the boys have their attempts at being in a submissive situation which does (and doesn’t) go to plan.

Also side note I do have more requests in my inbox these are just next in my list.

#never done anything like this before #I’m excited #please vote!#I will write all of them eventually #thank you!#WIP #mine*#*#James potter #mafia!stucky #batboys #Steddie

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vxntagedior · 1 year

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Mafia Marauders coming home early from there trip and finding you on your period watching Bluey before bed

cuddled into the bed, smack dap in the middle, all the blankets covering you, your heating pad on your stomach and your show on, you were comfortable.

the boys had came home earlier than they expected, but were happy to see you and hopefully spend some time together.

sirius was already taking off his tie, starting to unbutton his shirt coming into the bedroom.

"dove." you looked up at sirius, his shirt halfway off. you knew what he had wanted, knowing feeling a little guilty.

"hi love." remus cooed, seeing you in the bed, coming to lay down next to you, kissing your temple. james followed en suite, coming to the other side of you.

wrapping his arms around you, he felt the heating pad, confused, looking under the blankets to see your heating pad.

"you feeling a little better?" he asked.

"yeah." you nodded, "took some medication and got my heating pad, can we cuddle?"

the last part was directed at sirius, whose eyes softened, agreeing with you, coming to join the rest of you.

#fi's baby blurbs #poly!marauders x reader #poly!marauders x fem!reader #poly!marauders x girlfriend!reader #poly!marauders x wife!reader #mafia!marauders #poly!mafia!marauders #james potter x reader #remus lupin x reader #sirius black x reader

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msmoony7 · 2 months

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in the meantime while i’m working on my story, be sure to check out the one my friend and i are working on!! it’s called “dusk till dawn” and it’s posted on ao3 under the name “inkymoon16.” it’s a mafia au w our own creation. i may be biased, but it’s really good so far!

#marauders mafia au #the marauders fanfic #marauders #james potter #marauders era #the marauders era #marauders fanfiction #remus lupin #marauders fan fic #sirius black #regulus black #jegulus #dead gay wizards #marauders au #marauders harry potter #marauders fic #marauders fanfic #the marauders #own creation

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velvetcloxds · 3 months

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~little bird series masterlist

characters: mafia!sirius black, princess potter!reader, prince!james potter, prince!remus lupin, bodyguard!lily evans, secret agent!regulus (unrelated to sirius in this au), mercenary!peter pettigrew

series warnings: possible blood and violence, non-canon characters and places, no magic, time lapses between parts, non-conventional viewing of monarchy and other social systems, mafia characters, dirty business, love triangle, allusion to the prequel I have in the works as well

series summary: the second generation of royal potters and lupins have to face the new reign alongside a resurrected mafia force, mercenaries creeping out of the past, constant threats to not only the crown but their lives and the princess' search for peace at all costs lands her in the middle of an epic love triangle between a dangerous mafia boss and a prince who has cast himself away from his throne.

chapter one- when your parents go missing and hoards of people are trying to get into the palace to hurt you and your brother, you have no choice but to go and get help from the last person your parents would have you be associated with

chapter two- regulus confronts you about going to see sirius alone, your parents being home forces you to lie about how you solved the crisis in their absence and even amid damage control you're still thinking about sirius, seems he's thinking about you too

chapter three- james has to speak at the post-crisis press conference which forces you to come face to face with other royals, one of whom you hadn't seen since he broke your heart as a teenager, an unexpected visitor at the conference sends everyone running in terror and makes you realize just how dangerous of a world your mother has left for you to inherit (coming soon…)

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360iris · 1 year

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falling in love (with a feeling) | poly!prongsfoot x reader | mafia!au

“My mother taught me that the only way to get over a man is to get under another one.” Percilla said with a devious, lopsided smirk. An hour and a half ago, she’d all but pushed her way into your apartment, making a strategic beeline towards your closet, hauling a pink duffle bag half her size over her arm.

“Of course, she didn’t take different gender preferences into account back then, and she wasn’t exactly a saint in those years either. But ignoring the way she freezes up now, acting like it’s hard business to recall what I see as pivotal moments of her influence on me as a child- I found that it works like a charm!”

She was an almost comical mass of multiple moving parts. Running a comb through your hair one moment, rifling through your drawers and pressing various articles of clothing into your hands the next.

A little black dress, smoky eye, and glossed lips with loose hair and you were deemed ready. ‘Keep it simple and any interested parties will do the rest!’ She’d remarked proudly. Throwing the last of her things back into the oversized bag before setting it in the corner of your bathroom, grabbing her purse and walking to the door with a purpose; the Lyft ride had already been waiting for three whole minutes by then.

But rooms full of inebriated, horny strangers had never been your style, and people you don’t know pose unwarranted dangers while sleeping with them foretold even more. So without a single intention to follow her plan to the last bulletin, you decide to simply enjoy what you could and head home with your conscience intact.

Though instead of her usual stomping grounds, she’d brought you to the more expensive side of town. An A-list club which was guaranteed to house the most well off socialites in the city. The name very faintly registering even if you couldn’t place where, or in what context exactly it had been mentioned.

“Marauder’s Map? Perc, I’ve never been here before. And I definitely don’t have the cash for more than two drinks.” You’d said feeling quite apprehensive but sticking close behind her nonetheless; following even as she exited the car cutting the entire line of waiting patrons and blaring the bright screen of her phone in the bouncer’s face.

Much to your surprise, the towering man does not berate the two of you. Instead his mouth purses to the side, a thick brow arching quizzically as he grimly asks, “And the phrase is?”

“I solemnly swear that I am up to no good.”

Then, without any hassle or need for lengthy explanations, you’re both allowed inside. Granted a smooth entry as she grabs ahold of your hand, expertly guiding you through groups of people like a woman on a mission.

“I haven’t told you,” She speaks in a secretive tone, linking an arm with yours and slowing her stride as she scans the room, and the countless faces it holds, with a discerning eye. “But, I met a guy. He’s rich, like Will Smith or Jay Z and Beyoncé building-generational-fucking-wealth rich. And he’s gorgeous, of course. That has to be a given, no matter the amount of money he has.”

“And you have, or you're actively trying to sleep with him?” You ask, studying her perfectly pretty face with her highlighted blonde hair, overlined eyes and sateen lips- fully thinking that she was just stunning, and crazy, enough to pull off bagging some nameless, New York City billionaire socialite.

She stops walking and turns to you with raised brows like you’re missing something that’s right in front of your face.

“No, you dummy.” She laughs and it’s an airy but fond kind of sound. One that peppers your cheeks with soft puffs of air before jovially filling the space around you. “I’m trying to marry him.”

Oh, you think. Eyebrows lifting before you're the one that’s letting out a quiet laugh.

She doesn’t like that however, releasing your arm and allowing it to slap back down to your side as her lips morph into a displeased frown.

“Perc, I didn’t mean it that way. I’m just shocked, is all.” You say immediately after, attempting to do quick and precise damage control. “I mean, you’re younger than me and twenty just seems like an awfully young age to literally tie yourself to someone else. Let alone some guy with as much affluence and cash to throw as you say he has.”

“He’s not just some guy, like I found him at a 7/11 and decided he was the one. He’s one of the most well-known men in the state, not to mention the entire country. And you not being ready when you were my age does not automatically dictate the rest of the world’s timeline. I know what I want, and I will not be laydoned with someone else’s insecurities.” The words slip past her lips like water from a tap and you stand there stunned and quiet; blinking at her, as you think she might as well have just slapped you clean in the face, and saved you the mental gymnastics.

“‘Cilla!” A voice calls out from behind her, ripping the two of you out of the tense space you’d found yourself sunken in.

When the man comes into view, he wraps an overly familiar arm over her shoulders and there's a stark height difference compared to either of you. A few integral inches which make it so that he has to subtly bend his neck to properly look her in the eyes.

His sleek, raven black hair tucked behind one ear as the opposing side curtains his face like flowing silk, caressing his cheeks and resting at his shoulders.

Black slacks with a matching dress shirt unbuttoned at the collar, sleek boots fitted on his feet. Thin, gold chains glint around his neck in the dim light as the open space reveals a multitude of tattoos, the ink continuing down his exposed forearms where the sleeves have been rolled up. He is gorgeous, a true Samson, and you decide then and there, that you hate him. Or, at the very least, feel inconvenienced by him in more ways than one.

“Sirius,” Percilla greets with a warm smile, her mood considerably dampened but seemingly willing herself to perk back up as she reminds herself of the main objective.

“Comment allez-vous? I’m glad you could make it.” He asks before immediately defeating the purpose of speaking, his middle and index finger gently coaxing her jaw so that her neck turns further to face him, making you stand witness to the way his lips interlock with her own.

It ends just as quickly as it was initiated before those steely blue eyes are turning on you and the effect is borderline frightful. His attention makes your skin feel clammy and as though your body is burning at a temperature of 105, and you’re certain that regardless of how needlessly overdramatic the word is, you’re certain that you hate him.

“And who is this?” He asks, oddly refusing to break eye contact with you.

“My friend, the one I told you about? You might not remember.” She answers and you internally blanche.

“No, no. I remember now!” He laughs as he‘s reminded of whatever god awful event or memory she’d previously recounted to him, extending his free hand towards you. “Sirius Black. It’s nice to finally put a name to a face. Ravi de faire votre connaissance.”

You stare blankly at the larger, outstretched fingers, look back up at him and force your lips to contort into a thin-mouthed smile, “Enchantée.”

Turning to Percilla with the same false glee, you jerk your head towards the bar with a curt, “Don’t let me keep you, I’ll be at the bar.” Before giving him one final smile and departing.

Sliding over a bar stool, you stare at the bartender, aware of the fact that there’s plenty of other people who’ve either ordered or are waiting to order- but after a solid four minutes pass, you’re certain the asshole is purposefully ignoring you.

“Malcolm.” A low voice chimes above your head and with a quick glance you find that Sirius has slipped in alongside you with ease, the bartender nearly breaking his neck with the speed at which he turns in your direction before clearing the distance in two and half steps.

“Now what would you like, dear?” The handsome bastard asks, tilting his head towards you like he could wait all night for an answer. All of his attention and focus circled in on you.

The sexist bartender looks at him, while he looks at you and you peer back with furrowed brows and pursed, glossy lips.

‘Well, at least I can finally order.’ You inwardly grumble, letting out a sigh before breathing out an answer, “Brandy Old-Fashioned, washed with lemon-lime soda. Three cherries, please.”

Sirius continues to lean against the bar on one elbow, legs crossed at the ankles as he looks down at you, his eyes slightly narrowed with the faintest smirk turning up the corners of his mouth as he slowly nods, turns and orders as well. “The usual. Both are on me, Malcolm.”

“Coming right up, sir.” The younger man replies before making quick, but precise work of it as though someone lit a fire under his ass.

“You own the place.” You quietly remark, looking up at him as a shot glass is presented in front of him with a soft clank, an even mix of ginger ale and whiskey.

“Partially. One-fourth, split evenly.” He answers, smirking like a human Cheshire Cat.

Your drink arrives, precisely how you asked for it and Sirius gives the boy a curt nod, signaling for him to return to assisting other waiting customers. And maybe it’s the slow way you sip from the glass, biting into a maraschino cherry tentatively, or just the look in your eye, but his mouth switches to a smile as he throws back the shot, emptying it in a single gulp and deftly wetting his lips.

“You’re the style consultant.” He says appraisingly, perhaps verbally jogging his memory. “The one who works in the luxury suit shop, doing fittings and resizing slacks.”

You silently nod, eyeing him suspiciously with furrowed brows. “Yeah.”

“‘Cilla mentioned you a few nights back, said you wouldn’t tell her everything that was going on but she suspected it was taking a toll- that you were stressed.” His eyes were narrowed, a rye smile gracing his lips as he spoke. “She thought a night out would do some good, take your mind off things.”

“Did she?” You ask rhetorically, voice dry.

“Yeah.” He nods, “And is it?”

“What?”

“Is it helping distract you?” He prods, as if it’s any of his business, or concern.

Downing the last of your drink, the ice tinkles melodically as you set it back down. “No. It hasn’t.”

Coping with the ending of a three year long relationship was one thing. You could learn to do the mundane activities alone again, could get over how isolating it felt to crawl into bed and know there was no one to join you.

Giving up your apartment, figuring out an entirely new living arrangement and shifting money around so that rent and bills could be covered by a job that hadn’t been intended to carry all of that responsibility was another.

Pinching pennies and having to choose between budgeting or enjoying yourself had a way of slowly draining the life out of you until all that was left were irrational anxieties, fears and feelings of hopelessness. You didn’t want to talk about it because you had to live with the reality of the situation every second of the day and you hardly expected someone younger than you to be able to help much, so naturally Percilla wouldn’t know the full story.

“I figured as much.” He agrees, tapping the bar and smiling down at you as you all but glare back. “You've had a drink, why don’t you head home? I’ll keep an eye on Percilla, make sure she doesn’t get into too much trouble this time around- and send her back to her flat in one piece with a story to tell.”

“Though for you, rest will do you more good than standing around in those high heels will.” He jests cheekily, looking particularly pleased at the way you glower at his poking remark but before you can reply, he’s shooting a wink at you and walking away; his dark form dissolving between the throngs of people.

part II

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