#and james and sirius being the icons that they are

[moonsandmobilityaids]

Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three | Chapter Four

Content Warnings: Adult content (video of female masturbation, male masturbation), mostly accurate depictions of being an onlyfans creator (hi, I am one), reader is fem, uses a wheelchair, and has cerebral palsy.

The room is filled with the soft glow of their phone screens, illuminating each face in the dimly lit apartment. The air is warm, thick with a quiet that wraps around them like a blanket—a comfort despite the undercurrent of unspoken tension that has lingered since the night before.

For once, they are not creating but consuming, fingers lazily scrolling through feeds and messages, the world outside their walls momentarily forgotten. It's a rare reprieve from the constant hum of production—the filming, the editing, the brainstorming of ideas that usually consumes their every waking moment. But tonight, it is just them.

Sirius lounges on the couch, his long legs draped over James's lap. His head rests against the armrest, one hand absentmindedly playing with the fringe of the throw pillow beneath him. Remus sits across from them, curled up in an armchair, a mug of tea steaming gently beside him as he reads something off his screen.

"Anything interesting?" Sirius asks without lifting his gaze from his own device. His voice is low, almost indifferent, belying the restless energy that always seems to simmer beneath his calm exterior. Always looking, always reaching for something—distraction, validation, connection—it doesn't matter as long as it fills the void.

James doesn't answer immediately, his thumb hovering over a new notification. A familiar username flashes across his screen, sending a jolt of anticipation coursing through him, quickening his pulse. He swipes it open, and there you are.

"Yeah," James says, sitting up a little straighter. "From her."

This draws Sirius's attention. He shifts, removing his feet from James's lap to sit upright, his gaze already moving to catch a glimpse of the message on James's screen. Even Remus looks up, though he says nothing, observing with that quiet intensity of his.

"What does she say?" Sirius asks, leaning closer.

James opens the message, and there it is—your latest pay-per-view, delivered through DMs, accompanied by a simple, teasing note: A little spontaneous self-love 💋 - $20.

"Listen to this," James murmurs, his voice rich with anticipation as he reads aloud, "A little spontaneous self-love." His words hang in the air, charged with promise, and though he knows it's a PPV, he can't help but feel his pulse quicken at the thought of what images might await behind that price tag. He'd willingly pay double for the privilege of seeing more of you.

Sirius lets out a low whistle, his eyes sparkling with intrigue. "Spontaneous, huh? Wonder what got her all hot and bothered."

Remus merely raises an eyebrow, his expression unreadable. But James catches the flicker of interest in those amber eyes, a subtle tell that betrays his stoic facade; Remus might be the picture of restraint, yet beneath that calm surface, curiosity stirs and there’s no hiding it from James.

James doesn't hesitate. He clicks on the message, quickly paying the $20. His movements are swift, almost desperate, as if he fears the video will disappear before he can claim it. The transaction goes through, and the lock icon next to the video turns green. Unlocked.

"Ready?" James's voice is hoarse with anticipation. It's a redundant question—he knows they're ready. They've been waiting for something like this since they first discovered your page.

Sirius leans in, eyes glued to the screen, while Remus perches on the arm of the sofa, his usual composure giving way to a hint of eagerness. James hits play, and the video begins.

There you are. Framed perfectly within the confines of the screen, you lie back against your bed, the soft light casting shadows across your bare skin. There's nothing left to the imagination now—every curve, every line of your body is on full display—but it's the way you touch yourself that draws them in further. Your hands explore with a slow, deliberate pace that leaves nothing untouched, and the camera, unflinching, records every sigh, every shudder.

James's eyes remain glued to the screen, his breath hitching as he watches you take the dildo in hand. You're gentle with yourself, guiding the tip to your entrance and pushing it in slowly, deliberately. His heart pounds in his chest as he takes in every detail—the way your muscles tense, then relax; the little gasp that escapes your lips.

Then, you reach for the vibrator. It's small but powerful, and as you press it against your clit, James can't help but imagine what the sensation must feel like. Witnessing this intimate act, seeing you so lost in your own pleasure, sends a jolt of heat straight to his groin. He shifts uncomfortably in his seat, his trousers suddenly too tight.

"Fuck," Sirius murmurs, his voice a low growl. He's already moving, hands reaching for the buckle of his belt. There's no hesitation in his actions—Sirius Black has never been one to deny himself what he wants when he wants it. And right now, what he wants is release.

James glances up at Remus, his eyes also locked onto the screen. He sees the subtle clench of Remus's jaw, the faint flush on his cheeks, and recognises them for what they are. Restraint, and barely held restraint at the.

"She's..." Remus starts, voice barely above a whisper, but he doesn't need to finish. The sentiment hangs in the air, understood by all.

"Yeah," James agrees, his own throat dry. This video feels different from the others—less staged, more intimate. As if you'd simply set up the camera and let whatever happened next unfold naturally. That thought alone makes his heart pound harder against his ribs.

The tempo quickens, your hips tilting with a sharpness that betrays the urgency in your movements. Your hands clutch at the sheets, knuckles white against the dark fabric. The sounds you make—soft moans that grow louder, more desperate—are all the proof they need of the pleasure coursing through you. You're on the brink, teetering on the edge of release, and that's what keeps them riveted to the screen.

A heat stirs low in James' belly, winding tighter with each passing second. His hand twitches toward his lap, seeking relief from the pressure building within him. He unzips his jeans, taking himself in hand without a second thought for the presence of Sirius and Remus. This is nothing new to them; it's part of the intimacy they've built over time, a testament to the trust and understanding that binds them together. And in this moment, it feels right, as if they're reaching out across the distance to share in your pleasure.

Sirius is already there, his own hand moving in a slow rhythm that mirrors your pace. His eyes are dark, pupils blown wide with desire as he watches the video play out. There's a hunger there that James recognizes, one that has always set Sirius apart. Out of all of them, Sirius has been the most expressive about his admiration for your work, and seeing him so visibly affected by you only adds fuel to the fire smouldering within James.

Remus, however, still holds himself in check, but James isn't fooled. He sees the way Remus's eyes darken, how his breath hitches just slightly when you come into view, your body quivering as you ride out your climax. The sound of your soft, pleading moan fills the room, and James swallows hard, his own body responding as he follows Sirius's lead.

The tension between them is almost palpable, a current of anticipation that charges the air. They've watched countless videos together before, but this... this feels different. More intimate. Perhaps it's because they've been following you for so long, tracing the curve of your journey even as they remained shadows on the periphery. Or maybe it's the way you responded to their messages, teasing and tantalising, playing into their fantasy until it felt like this video was made just for them.

James's hand moves in a steady rhythm, his breath hitching as he watches you on screen. The sight of your pleasure, the sounds of your satisfaction—it's intoxicating. And even though you can't touch him, can't see him, he feels intimately connected to you in this moment.

You're coming down from your high, body still twitching with aftershocks as you slowly pull the dildo out, your legs quivering from the intensity of your orgasm. Seeing you so raw, so undone—it makes his own release feel imminent, pushing at the edge of his control.

"Fuck," Sirius groans next to him, his own hand moving faster now, his body taut with the strain of holding back. His eyes are glued to the screen, watching every detail unfold, and when he speaks next, his voice is a low rasp. "She's... incredible."

James doesn't trust himself to respond, the pressure growing more insistent with each passing second. He knows he's close, but he also knows that Sirius is right there with him, teetering on the brink.

Even Remus, usually the most composed among them, has abandoned any pretense of restraint. His own hand dips below the waistband of his trousers, his movements slow and deliberate, a stark contrast to the quickened pace of his breath. He's quieter than the others, his moans swallowed by the night, but the desire in his gaze is just as potent as he watches you on the screen.

It doesn't take much longer after that. James's hand becomes a blur of motion, and his breathing grows ragged as he finally lets go, body straining against the back of the couch as he finishes, a low groan escaping from deep within his chest as he keeps his gaze fixed on the screen. Sirius is right behind him, body stiffening as he curses through gritted teeth, eyes rolling back into his head as he comes undone.

Remus is quieter, but James can tell he's just as affected by the way his body goes rigid and his breath hitches in his throat. It's rare for them to be so in sync, but when it happens, it's nothing short of powerful.

The video ends just as they're all coming down from their highs, with your body relaxed and satisfied on the screen, a soft smile playing on your lips. It feels like the perfect ending to an unexpectedly intense moment, and the room falls silent for a few beats as they each struggle to catch their breath.

Sirius is the first to break the silence, his voice low and husky. "Fucking hell," he breathes, leaning back into the plush couch, his body humming with a satisfaction that he wears like a second skin. "That was..."

James can only nod in agreement, his heart still racing from the rush of release. His muscles feel warm and loose, languid in the aftermath of his orgasm. "She's incredible," he manages to say, though the words don't seem nearly enough to capture the depth of what he's feeling.

Remus doesn't speak, but the quiet intensity in his gaze as it remains fixed on the screen speaks volumes. He sits back, one hand resting lightly on his thigh, the lines of his body relaxed yet charged with an undercurrent of desire. His lips curve into a faint smile, not quite smug but undeniably pleased.

For a few beats, no one says anything else. They simply sit there, the air between them heavy with the shared experience of release and the lingering echo of your voice in their ears. It's a rarity for all three to be so visibly affected, so captivated by one woman, but it's undeniable—you've reeled them in, hook, line, and sinker.

His fingers hover over the screen, still warm from the video that has just ended. He reads your message again, the words teasing at the edges of his mind. "A little spontaneous self-love," you had called it, but he can't help but wonder if there was more to it than that. If maybe, just maybe, you had made this video with him in mind.

ProngsPlayground_free: Just watched this... and damn, it was exactly what we needed. Whether it was spontaneous or not, you've got us all hooked. 😉 We're definitely addicted now.

His fingers hover over the keys as he imagines your reaction. He's not usually so bold, but the way the three of them were drawn to you, compelled by your presence even through a screen, emboldens him. You're no longer a stranger—not after the nights spent replying to your messages, each one laced with just enough intrigue to keep them coming back for more. With a final tap, he hits send and leans back in his chair, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips.

Sirius senses the shift and turns his head slightly, just enough to catch the tail end of James's expression. "What did you say?"

"Only that we quite enjoyed her... spontaneous creativity," James replies, his grin broadening as he runs a hand through his already tousled hair.

Sirius chuckles, shaking his head in disbelief. "Always the charmer, aren't you, Prongs?"

James simply shrugs, his smile unwavering. "Just stating the obvious, Padfoot. She should know the effect she's having."

Remus, who has been conspicuously quiet, finally breaks his silence. His voice is measured, but there's an undercurrent of something deeper, more profound. "It's not just about the effect, though, is it?" He shifts slightly, fingers absently straightening the wrinkles in his shirt. "She's good at what she does—remarkably so."

"Good?" Sirius echoes, his grin broadening until it's a mirror of James's own. "Rem, that's an understatement. She's bloody brilliant. Did you see how she—"

He cuts himself off with a laugh, shaking his head as if to clear it. "No, 'brilliant' doesn't even begin to cover it."

James' fingers tap absently on his phone, his mind already scrolling through the messages from subscribers on their OnlyFans pages. It's strange, this balance they've found between being creators and consumers. They're always mindful of their own content, managing messages and comments with a professional ease that belies the hours spent behind the scenes. But nothing captures their attention quite like your updates, especially when they're unexpected.

It's not that their own fans aren't important—they are, each one a vital part of the intricate web that supports their lifestyle. But there's something about you that draws them in more deeply, more personally. Maybe it's the mystery, how you reveal so little of yourself beyond your content. Or maybe it's your attitude, a quiet confidence undercut by a playful edge that keeps them coming back for more.

Remus clears his throat, drawing the eyes of both James and Sirius. He doesn’t speak right away, just holds their gazes with a look that’s too deep, too practiced in hiding secrets. It’s a look that has always made James wonder about the thoughts swirling behind those amber eyes.

“You both sense it as well, don't you?” Remus finally says, his voice softer than before, threaded with a seriousness that tugs at the edges of James's awareness. “That we’re... perhaps a bit too into her?"

Sirius laughs, the sound bright against the growing tension. He leans back into the plush cushions of the couch, stretching out his legs with a contented sigh. “That's the whole point, Rem," he says, grinning as he meets Remus's gaze. “We subscribed because we were already too into her.” His smile widens, a teasing glint appearing in his grey eyes. “And don't try to play innocent. We've all seen how you watch her videos.”

Remus doesn't deny it; instead, his faint smile deepens, the corners tugging just slightly at the edges, revealing nothing and everything all at once. It's a silent admission that speaks volumes in the quiet room.

James can't help but feel a rush of exhilaration at the realisation. Even Remus, always the voice of reason, hasn't escaped your allure. There's something about you that's different, something that calls to them, despite the miles and screens that separate you. This shared intrigue binds them tighter, their camaraderie now laced with a tangible curiosity that makes the air buzz with anticipation.

Sirius leans forward again, his grin now mirroring that of the Cheshire Cat. "Don't you wonder if she knows? That she's got us hanging on her every word?"

James lifts his shoulders in a half-shrug, his gaze flickering back to the phone as though expecting it to spring to life any moment. "Maybe. But if she does, she plays it well."

Remus chuckles softly, the sound muffled behind his hand. "Isn't that part of the thrill, though? The not knowing."

"Exactly." James nods, eyes still locked on the screen before him. There's an intensity to his gaze, a focus that hints at something deeper than mere interest. It's as though they've stumbled upon a game whose rules are still being written, where each move is a step into the unknown.

A soft buzz draws their attention back to the phone cradled in James's hand. Another message from you lights up the screen, and his heart does a strange little flip at the sight of your words.

You: I’m glad you all enjoyed it. 😊 I’ve got plenty more spontaneous moments like that coming your way. Hope you’re ready. 😘

Sirius leans over James's shoulder, his eyes sparkling with mischief and anticipation as he reads your message aloud. "She's teasing us again. I love it."

James chuckles, the sound warm and genuine. His fingers hover over the screen, the excitement of your interaction coursing through him like a live wire. This connection, as strange and unexpected as it is, feels almost... exhilarating.

"So do I," James murmurs, his eyes closing as he leans back into the couch. The corners of his mouth twitch upwards in a faint smile. "We're hopeless."

Remus shakes his head, a chuckle escaping his lips despite the gravity of their conversation. "Well, if we are, at least she's worth it."

The sentiment hangs in the air, an unspoken agreement between them. They don't need to voice it; they can feel it in the way their hearts beat faster when they think of you, in the way their minds wander back to your voice, your touch, your smile.

Sirius stretches languidly, every muscle in his body protesting the movement. He stands with a groan, padding towards the kitchen. "I don't know about you lot, but I'm starving. That took more out of me than I anticipated."

James chuckles, watching him go. "You're always hungry after."

"Can't help it," Sirius replies, a grin tugging at his lips even as he rummages through the cupboards for a quick meal. "Seeing her like that... it does something to me."

Remus stifles a laugh, pushing himself off the couch and stretching languidly. "He's not wrong."

James lingers on the couch, staring at the screen of his phone where your message still glows. He knows he shouldn't be this intrigued, this ensnared by the allure of something so intangible and yet so compelling. As a creator himself, he knows better than to get lost in the illusion. But there's something about you, something about this world you've woven that beckons him with an irresistible pull.

It's more than just the content, more than the fantasy. It's the personal touch, the way you interact with each comment, each piece of feedback. There's an authenticity to it that sets it apart from the usual sterile interactions online. Maybe that's why he's allowing himself to get swept up in this, to lose himself in the narrative you spin, even if only through the confines of a screen.

He doesn't know what will come next or how long this will last, but for now, he's content to let things unfold naturally. Whatever direction you choose to take, whatever spontaneous moment you conjure up next, he'll be there—watching, enjoying, and perhaps even becoming a little more entangled in the web you weave.

For now, though, he tucks his phone away and heads for the kitchen where his boys are congregating, their voices a comforting hum in the background. The warmth of your words lingers, a reminder of the connection that, however fleeting, has sparked something within him, within all of them.

Taglist: @alohastitch0626

[ifyoucandaniel]

hmmm yes thinking things. thinking post apocalyptic sirius things…… thinking art things. thinkingggggg maybe post apocalyptic sirius with a steve harrington bat and tattoos and a motorcycle finding remus and making a bad pun ab riding his bike……. thinking about james and sirius taking on the apocalypse….. my time has come.

[outromoony]

Bed Sharing

@wolfstarmicrofic | Word count: 256

"We only have three beds, and there are four of us. Whoever gets the red chopsticks shares a bed," Sirius declared.

"Or you could just sleep on the floor," James teased, but Sirius waved him off.

"Anyway... Moony, you start."

"Why me?" Remus complained, eyeing Sirius suspiciously. "How do I know you didn't charm the hat to give the red chopstick to the first person who chooses?"

"Are you doubting my honesty, Remus Lupin?"

"Yes, I actually am."

"Fine," Sirius rolled his eyes and plunged his hand into the hat. "I'll go first, but then it's your turn, Moons."

Sirius took his time, as if by touch he could discern the color of the chopsticks. Moments later, he withdrew his hand, revealing a red chopstick.

"Ha, seems you're losing at your own game, Padfoot."

"Yeah, whatever." Sirius remained unphased, more focused on passing the hat to Remus. "Your turn, Moony."

Remus shot Sirius one last skeptical glance before reaching into the hat. When he pulled his hand out, a bright red chopstick lay in his palm.

"Well, that was quick," Peter laughed.

"It's decided, then." James noticed Sirius trying to suppress a grin. He started to grow suspicious. "Moony and I are sharing the bed. You lucky bastards can have your royal suites all to yourselves."

An hour later, while his friends were engrossed in a game of chess, James found the hat under Sirius and Remus's bed. Unsurprisingly, when he opened it, all the chopsticks inside were red.

James chuckled to himself. That clever idiot.

[adharastarlight]

sirius, wearing eyeliner and just existing

someone: you know, that makeup is like... really aggressive

sirius: really? these two little lines of pigment... intimidated you?

[mezsygfs]

if jegulus were real, I don't believe Sirius would be oblivious of their romance. I feel like both he and Remus would figure it out themselves and before James and Regulus realized themselves. Sirius would notice the longing looks, the secret run offs. of course it was only suspicion at first but the map would confirm everything for him. HE WAS NOT OBLIVOUS. also I believe that when James and Regulus told him, he pretended not to know a thing and made it a big ass deal just for the fun of it. only told them he knew all along on jegulus' wedding day during his speech.

[not-rab]

part six of Music and Memories, a Marauders band AU

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part five | part seven

[thelegitcasper]

remus lupin core is wearing a cardigan and eyeliner to a bar...

[plathfiles]

𝐀𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚 | 𝐑.𝐋

summary : Remus writes a song about you. Based off of Arabella by The Arctic Monkeys. You and him are just sitting in his bedroom one night and he has his guitar and note book out. You just blissfully admire his genius.

warnings : tooth rotting fluff :) arabella acoustic??

pairing : leadsinger! Remus Lupin x fem! reader

a/n ： lead singer! Remus is my new obsession and won’t shut up about it. Please send requests <3

The night air was blowing softly through the window, as the only light in the room was a lamp on Remus’ bedside table. You were sitting at the edge of the bed, admiring the way he practiced at his guitar. He was mainly just playing around with cords, focused on creating something. He had this one melody stuck in his head and he needed to practice it.

Remus’ brows furrowed trying to articulate the sound in his head on to paper, but most importantly into the instrument in his hands.

“Whatcha working on?” You asked curiously. Your pink baby doll night gown brushing against the soft sheets as you moved next to you boyfriend.

“A song,” he said simply, then adding. “About you,” he smiled softly, a smirk playing on his lips.

You’re breath hitched, “you’re writing something about me?” You asked, like that was somehow unbelievable.

But Remus was head over heels for you. He felt like he needed you around all the time. You needed him too.

“Yeah, it’s rough but I have some lyrics written down.” He said, showing you the notebook. The pages were crinkled and there was no lack of coffee staines.

“She’s got a seventies head, but she’s a modern lover,” you read from the notebook. You blushed, liking the way Remus though about you.

You kept reading, “And her lips are like the galaxies edge.” You passed the notebook back and smiled.

“This is about me?” You asked, surprised. You couldn’t believe it. Remus smiled and nodded, leaning into you.

“Yes it’s about you. It’s all true too,” he said, looking at your eyes and then at your lips. You blushed, his scent of chocolate and cigarettes becoming intoxicating. “It’s about when we first met,” Remus further explained. “You we’re so enchanting I knew I just had to know who you were.”

You and Remus had met at a party his hand was throwing after a concert. Your friends had dragged you along, because they were obsessed with the new rock band in the area.

Listening to their music, you became a fan of there’s. Now you were dating their guitarist and lead singer.

A memory of you and him kissing in a closet at the party made you blush. Originally, the two of you just wanted to get away from the large crowd of people.

“I love it so far. Does it have a name?” You asked, leaning in close to him with a soft smirk.

“The song will be named after you my love,” he said matter of factly. Then he pulled you into a kiss, it was both equal parts soft and passionate. Your lips captures in his perfectly.

“I really was enchanted to meet you,” he said, pulling away and brushing hair away from your face.

You couldn’t get the smile out of your mouth. “You’re too good for me Remus. I don’t deserve you,” you leaned into his touch.

“You deserve the world. You deserve a song,” Remus said, leaning in to kiss you again. You kissed back, pulling him close to you.

You couldn’t wait until the song was finished and to hear it played at one of the Marauders concerts.

a/n: I had a blast writing this!! sorry if it’s short tho. thank you for all the support in recent days love ya <3

[b0wi3sgir1]

*at dinner*

Regulus: you know when you just get the random urge to murder random people you’ve barely met?

Sirius & James: No?!

Remus *at the same time*: yeah sure, what about it?

Regulus: nothing really, just wanted to kill the girl over there *points*

James: MARLENE??!?

Sirius: YOU’VE TALKED TO HER??!?

Remus: hm. Yeah probably shouldn’t though. I’m quite fond of her.

Regulus: sure sure, just a thought.

Regulus & Remus *continues eating*

James: …

Sirius: …

James: …

James *to Sirius*: should we be worried?

Sirius: …i- I really don’t know mate…

James: maybe we should just let them do their thing..?

Sirius *warily*: yeah..

[userdagiva]

Sweet tea in the summer

Cross my heart, won't tell no other

And though I can't recall your face

I still got love for you

[cookihearts]

He's planning something.......

[spiritstar477]

I love when Peter is just in the background of a fic only to randomly do/say something iconic

[maraudersoncrack1981]

Sirius: I don't understand why you hate me so much Reg. Is it because I got out? Is it because I was and always will be braver for making it out of that hell hole that you 'loved' so much you thought it good to stay? Regulus: Sirius I want you to stop talking right now.. Sirius: No Reg tell me, why didn't you come with me when I asked? you could have but you refused to, do you think you're better than me? Regulus: Sirius shut the fuck up. You're the one who left not me, I didn't have any other choice but to stay! Sirius: What do you mean you had no choice?! I gave you one and you chose to stay with our shitty parents and become their stupid heir! Regulus: NO SIRIUS. You do not get to tell me that I had a choice. If I had come with you then Mother and Father would not rest until they found one of us. I am merely a backup plan in their eyes Sirius, I stayed so you could have a life, so you could have the freedom we had always dreamed of. It was always gonna be you who got out, I knew that from the start, so don't you dare assume that the reason I despise you is because of the fact you left. Sirius: I- Reg then why do you hate me? what have I done to deserve it? Regulus: Sirius you act as though I don't exist!? As if we aren't even related!? When people talk about Sirius Black's brother I don't even cross their train of thought, it's immediately James' name that's mentioned. How do you think that makes me feel? Sirius: R-Reggie I- Regulus: Save it, go hang out with your new brother. I'm sure you love him more than you ever did or will me anyway.

[inkks]

Sirius doodle!!

He’s so cute stop

I’ve seen a lot of different characters with this kind of art style and I wanted to try it!!

[enbysiriusblack]

marauders as musicals but only just the ones i've watched

wicked- regulus black

friends: the musical parody- james potter

back to the future the musical- marlene mckinnon

chicago- zoya zabini

rocky horror show- sirius black

[isabel-lillah]

Barty and James becoming besties after James and Reggie got together is an iconic thing to happen

especially at the point when really only the skittles know about the relationship, so noone has a clue that Barty and James are a duo

and then when they're seen helping each other with an injury half of Hogwarts loses their shit (because come on, Barty? and James?? being friends???)

the other half doesn't believe it until they see James dragging Barty away from a fight so he wouldn't get a detention and Barty actually letting him do so

meanwhile Sirius is having a stroke trying to figure out when the hell did James befriended Barty Crouch Jr. of all people