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paint the town red🩸(red hood tim)

(based on @mammutblog's red hood timmy design i haven't stopped thinking about since the first time i saw it)

print! | playlist

#batfam #tim drake #reverse robins

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So studious 🤓☝️

#marauders #remus lupin

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*James, bringing Regulus home to meet his parents*

Regulus, seeing Monty and realizing James will always be hot no matter his age: thank the lord

Effie, seeing the same look she had when she met Monty’s parents for the first time: amen

#marauders #james potter #regulus black #jegulus

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"it's unhealthy to read fanfiction"

well i'm doing my 20 minutes of daily reading so...

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SOCIAL MEDIA | INSTAGRAM ↳ Theodore Nott & Luna Lovegood

"Your jumper was warm, but I thought that I should return it." "Consider it a loan," Theo says, gently urging Luna to keep it. "You can wear it again the next time Slytherin plays."

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i post for me and like four of my mutuals and the rest is just collateral damage

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i need help finding a fic 😭 i will give you my eternal love and devotion

the fic is from the batfam fandom, and it's an ot3 fic - either jay/tim/dick, or jay/tim/roy (i think?? tim is definitely one of them) and tim is a doctor/medic in that one.

idk much of the plot, but i do remember a scene where tim ends up hanging from a bridge cause he's been sent with an ambulance into a part of the city that's under attack, and to save a civilian he remains on the collapsing bridge and the civilian gets away but tim is hanging for dear life, his arm growing weaker, and he's saying goodbye to his lovers in his head when his fingers give up - and in the last fucking moment they catch him.

it's 3am and i desperately need it so if anyone knows about it please help ❤️

#batfam #batfam fic #tim drake #tim drake fic #ao3 fanfic #i need heeeeelp

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I write for myself

*checks AO3 every few hours to see if I got any new kudos, comments or subscriptions*

#i do that with tumblr too #it's actually really sad

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Them 🫶😕

#marauders #remus lupin #sirius black #wolfstar #wolfstar fanart

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masterlist ✨️

[the ones with the 🌶 are smut]

james potter

• you kiss me, and everything just stops

• you're so good at keeping him warm 🌶

• cocktails

sirius black

• sirius and marking 🌶

remus lupin

• when patience runs out 🌶

poly marauders

• first snow

• decorations

• bittersweet

#marauders #james potter #sirius black #remus lupin #poly marauders

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cocktails 🍹

summary: you are not as drunk as james thinks you are (you're not!)

prompt: day 4 - cocktails (prompts from this post)

pairing: james potter x (gender neutral) reader

cw: mention of alcohol and the reader is a bit tipsy/drunk

words: 536

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You've heard stories about Dorcas’ cocktails that can knock a grown person out, but you thought that most of that was an exaggeration, and besides, you can hold your liquor quite well.

Boy, were you wrong on that one.

“Come on sweetheart, just a few more steps.”

“But I am tireddd.”

It feels like you’ve been walking forever. James has been holding your hand since the moment you had walked out of Marlene and Dorcas’ place, and he refused to let go no matter how many times you have tried to wander off on your own. It seems like his goal is to keep you by his side, and he is doing it well - because any time you try to go down a different road or stop to look at something, he’s pressed into your side, guiding you away.

He does it with kisses and hugs, so it’s not all bad. But still.

“Jamie.”

“Yes?”

“Why did you drag me away from that pizza place?”

“Because you’re drunk, and I want to get you home as soon as possible.”

“But I’m hungry.”

“I know, and that’s why we’ve sent Sirius and Remus to grab some food.”

At the mention of their names, you notice the lack of your friends' presence behind you two - you spin around, trying to locate them, and you make yourself even more dizzy, to the point where James has to hug you to your chest until the world stops spinning around you.

But your one-track mind has some more important business.

“I want McDonald’s.”

“I know, Sirius and Remus are getting it.”

“I want lots of fries.”

“Okay.”

“And a milkshake.”

“Of course.”

“And a kiss.”

You see the moment he realizes that that request is a bit different than all the other ones, and you take it as success that you can still surprise him. You pucker your lips, closing your eyes in anticipation, and when his hands grab your cheeks and pull you closer, you melt into the kiss and the warmth now defrosting your poor cheeks.

He drags the kiss for as long as he can, and you are nothing but a pile of mushy feelings by the time he pulls back, his thumbs stroking your cheekbones. Your smile must be a bit loopy because soon enough he’s laughing, hands falling onto your shoulders instead.

“You are so drunk.”

“I am not!”

“Uh-huh, sure.”

“Well, would a drunk person be able to do this?” His hands are not holding you anymore, which gives you the perfect chance to escape his grip - and you do. You slip from his fingers, and before he realizes what’s going on, you are running in the general direction of your place, shouting at James over your shoulder.

“First one to the flat gets the milkshake!”

It’s enough to say that, at one point, you slip and land on your ass, and James is the one to carry you all the way to the flat, thus winning the milkshake. He gives it back to you, though, and you declare him your favorite boyfriend ever.

And you vow to never go to any one of Dorcas’ parties.

(Now that’s the vow you break, in the end.)

#marauders #james potter x you #james potter x reader #james potter x y/n #DecemberEvent2023 #james potter

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bittersweet

summary: moving out of your place creates mixed feelings for you.

prompt: day 3 - bittersweet (prompts from this post)

pairing: poly marauders x (gender neutral) reader

cw: none

words: 523

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Sirius carries the last box downstairs to the car, and for the first time that day, you are left alone in the flat you have called home for the last 10 years. It looks sad now, when all the furniture and stuff is gone - you haven’t noticed before how the walls have gone more gray than white, how the floor is all scratched and missing pieces of wood, and how the kitchen ceiling is covered with stains you no longer remember the origin of. 

And even with all that, you still feel the ache at the thought that this is the last time you’re gonna be here. 

You don’t regret the decision to move - you and the boys have been going steady for a while now, and with the time you spend over at their place, it’s really pointless to keep paying the rent here, and all the bills. And you are excited, you really are, at the thought of waking up to them every morning and knowing that they’d be there when you get home from work. 

It’s just that this place, the tiny apartment with a single bedroom and ceiling-high windows in the living room, carries so many memories. 

For example, right there on that couch, was the first time you kissed James. You two were watching movies, you don’t even remember which ones, but you do remember cuddling and dozing off in his arms. He kept petting your hair, scratching your scalp, and once he leaned to leave a kiss on your cheek, you turned your head and that was the first kiss you two shared - and many more followed.

When you look at the bedroom, you can’t forget that day when Sirius helped you paint the ceiling, balancing on the ladder as he tried to stick the fluorescent stars and paint you all your favorite constellations. And in that tiny bathroom, you remember sitting on the closed toilet as Remus takes off your make-up, face serious and hands gentle as he wiped it all off, planting kisses in between every swipe, all over your face. 

Gods, even the stains on the ceiling tell the story of a birthday cake James and Sirius tried to bake and surprise you with, but it turned into a disaster and what you came home to that night was a chocolate-covered kitchen and store-bought cake, courtesy of Remus. 

“You ready to go?” You’re not sure when exactly Sirius has returned, but you do feel his hand searching for yours and letting your fingers intertwine once he does find it, a dashing smile on his lips and the adorable blush on his cheeks, from the wind outside.

The ache and the memories may sit heavy on your chest, but there is too much good to look forward to in the future. So you nod, and squeeze your hand, and when you all pile into the car waiting downstairs, with James’ playlist echoing through the vehicle and Remus slowly driving you away from the building, you embrace the bitterness along with the sweetness. 

Here’s to a new chapter - and all the amazing stuff it will bring. 

#DecemberEvent2023 #poly!marauders #poly!marauders x reader #poly!marauders x you #poly marauders x reader #poly marauders #marauders x you #marauders x reader #marauders x y/n

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I once believed love would be black and white, but it’s golden

#marauders #james potter #regulus black #jegulus fanart #jegulus

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you're so good at keeping him warm.

18+

summary: james plays some games, and you keep him warm the best way you can.

prompt: days 2 - cockwarming (prompts from this post)

pairing: james potter x (male) reader

tags: anal sex, cockwarming, mention of orgasm denial

word count: 497

James shifts, and a whine falls from your lips before you can stop it. It draws a chuckle out of him, which is mean, but you can’t voice it because you are too far gone, the feeling of his cock in you driving you mad for the last hour.

It’s almost insulting, the way it doesn’t affect him - sure, when you roll your hips, his breath hitches; but his eyes remain glued on the game he’s playing, and not once did he lose. After the first 30 minutes, it seemed like you were the only one falling apart every time he jolts or leans forward, and the angle at which he’s hitting your prostate changes.

“Aw, is my baby getting tired?”

He rolls his hips and you keen, your leaking dick begging for any type of friction, any type of contact. One single pump of James’ fist across your dick would be all you need to tip over the edge, you know it.

The problem is, James knows it too.

“Should I start another game?” You know it’s a rhetorical question, and that no matter what you answer, James will do as he pleases. Still, you can’t stop the sob and you start shaking your head, gripping the edge of the table because he suddenly started bouncing his leg, and it’s movement enough to have your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

The kiss is gentle, when James’ lips press into your temple, even though his words are not.

“What if I don’t let you cum? Keep you like this for a few more hours.”

“Jamie.”

“You would do that for me, wouldn’t you? Keep my cock warm?”

You’re nodding before he ends the question, but you’re not sure what you’re agreeing to; at one point, his hands moved from the keyboard to your lap, where they start drawing shapes on your thighs, the inner side of them too, so close to your balls and dick that it hurts.

“What if we make a compromise? I fuck you for good, and as reward, you cum on my cock alone.”

Before you get the chance to speak up, he’s pushing you to your feet and getting up behind you, his dick not once slipping out of you as you hold onto the table and let him move you until you’re bent over, elbows on the table, and his whole body pressing you into the smooth surface. The new angle makes your cock ache, and when he pulls out a bit and slam back in, you swear your vision goes gray around the edges.

“I’ll take the silence as a yes.” You don’t even get to blink before he starts moving, setting up a brutal pace - and you see stars again.

(It takes his some time, but he does make you cum on his cock alone - it isn’t an easy feat, but the way you scream his name when you finally cum is music to his ears)

#marauders smut #james potter smut #james potter x y/n #james potter x you #james potter x reader #DecemberEvent2023

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decorations ✨

summary: the boys love all of you, even when you go a bit crazy over the holiday decorations

prompt: day 2 - decorating (prompts from this post)

pairing: poly marauders x (gender neutral) reader

cw: none

word count: 661

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“No, you need to move i- Rem, babe, it’s not supposed to go there.”

“But look how pretty it looks here.”

“Remus, I think you should do as Y/N says before you end up murdered.”

Sirius mumbles, in between one handful of popcorns and the other, entirely unbothered by the chaos going on around him, or the glare he keeps receiving from Remus. James keeps his mouth shut and tries to hide the grin behind the second box of decorations he had brought from the attic, but you still notice it and give him a small smile when he winks at you. 

The bitter taste on your tongue seems to linger, though, and you have to remind yourself to tone down the controlling tendencies, when it comes to house decorations. You know that you can be too much for people sometimes, especially with the things that excite you - but that’s an issue you need to work on yourself, and the boys don’t deserve to be on the receiving end of it. 

“It looks great there Rem, you’re right.” You can’t help but laugh at his smug face, and it makes it a little bit easier to let it go, and instead concentrate on finishing  your own task - which is pulling out all the festive mugs and glasses, and replacing the old, plain ones. 

You’re not left alone for too long, however.

“You know I can move them where you want them, right?” Sweet Remus, with his big heart and the infallible power to know when one of his lovers is sad, hugs you around your waist and rests his chin on the space between your neck and shoulder, mindful of the mugs you’re currently holding in your hands. He doesn’t push you to speak - it’s something he never does, no matter what. His presence is always calming, always patient, waiting for you to come for him when you’re ready. And because of that, you’re finding it easier to be completely honest with him.

“I know, but it really does look good there. I was just being silly.”

“Whatever is worrying you is never silly.”

That’s something you’re trying to believe in, but it doesn’t come to you that easy. 

“I just want the place to look homey. Perfect.”

“And it does. Look how perfect you’ve made it.”

When he spins you around, you allow it, and you get to see the entire living room from your spot by the kitchen counter. The door and window frames are surrounded by fairy lights, bathing the entire room in that soft, gentle glow. It makes the moon and the stars outside even more beautiful, and the way Sirius and James look under that light, as they cuddle on the couch, is breathtaking. 

“It does look good, doesn’t it?”

“It looks great. Right boys?"

“Yep. Not that we expected anything else, love.” The bowl of popcorn is left abandoned on the coffee table, Sirius’ next task being to wrap himself around James until the other man can barely breathe. Judging by the redness of James’ cheeks, he won’t survive for too long underneath all those blankets. 

Remus reads your mind, and grabs your hand to drag you to the couch, where James opens his arms and you snuggle into them, blowing a kiss in Sirius’ direction when he starts pouting. It doesn’t last for too long because Remus pulls Sirius into his lap and the other man melts, the movie they’ve played an hour ago for the background noise still softly playing. 

“I’m sorry for being a handful, and too much.” You whisper the apology, but you know they still hear it - James’ hands tighten around you, and Sirius’ hand finds your knee as Remus opens his mouth to speak. 

“You are not a handful, and you are not too much. You’re just perfect for us.” 

And snuggled like that, you realize that you have finally found a place where you truly belong. 

#DecemberEvent2023 #poly!marauders #poly!marauders x reader #poly!marauders x you #marauders x reader #marauders x you #marauders x y/n #poly marauders x reader

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when patience runs out.

18+

summary: you were teasing remus, and now it's time for revenge.

prompt: day 1 - table sex (prompts from this post)

pairing: remus lupin x (female) reader

tags: p in v, breathplay, a bit of rough sex and some mild choking

word count: 549

You know you've pushed it too far when, in the middle of your teasing, the ground beneath you is gone as Remus lifts you onto the table, stepping into the space between your knees until he is so close you can feel his breath on your cheeks.

He's got that look in his eyes that you know you should be slightly afraid of (in a good way), but you're not, because all you can think of is how his hand moves down your stomach and over your panties.

“You never know when to stop, do you?” He moves the soft material to the side and when he slips his fingers into you, his lips are on yours to swallow the moan that slips from them, desperate and needy as he moves the fingers slowly, while avoiding all the good spots.

“You weren't paying attention to me.”

“Well, I am paying attention to you now.” The kiss that follows is violent, all teeth and that raw need that Remus sometimes brings to the surface, the one that makes your head spin. You're holding onto him, feeling his fingers stretch you and scissor you, thumb somehow constantly missing your clit. When he grins into the kiss, you wish you have the strength to glare at him - but everything feels so good and you cave in.

“P-Please.”

“Oh no, dove. You had the chance to be a good girl,” He barely brushes your clit and you want to whine, to chase his hand as it pulls back. He’s pushing you onto the table, hand firmly around your neck until you're laying down on the hard surface and your pussy is right there on the edge of the table. The hand around your throat doesn't leave, and neither does Remus’ gaze - he doesn't break eye contact even when he slips into you, the stretch with almost zero preparation being simultaneously too much and not enough. It draws a moan out of your throat, but it’s barely a whisper because Remus’ hand is squeezing it, a few experimental thrusts turning into a steady rhythm.

“Now it’s my time to tease you.”

The slow rhythm stretches on, until you feel so desperate that you can't stop the tears - and even then he doesn't make you cum. He kisses your cheeks, tasting the tears on them, and only when you become a blubbering mess, a string of pleas falling from your lips, does he pick up the pace.

He's pounding into you, the poor table beneath you making all sorts of noises, but they are almost fully drowned out by your moans and your keens. When Remus’ fingers finally start rubbing your clit, it doesn't take you long to cum. You cum with a whimper on your lips, and he keeps chasing his own release through your orgasm, until everything becomes too much, every touch like fire against your overstimulated body.

When he slips out of you, his fingers are off your throat - they move to your cheek instead, and you can't help but nuzzle into his hand.

“You're a menace.” He tries to sound like he's annoyed by that, but he fails.

“Mhm. But I'm your favorite menace.”

The exasperated look on his face is ruined by a grin fighting to break free.

#marauders smut #remus lupin smut #remus lupin x reader #remus lupin x you #remus lupin x y/n #DecemberEvent2023

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first snow ❄️

summary: the boys are not used to seeing you this excited for the first snow of the season.

prompt: day 1 - first snow (prompts from this post)

pairing: poly marauders x (gender neutral) reader

cw: none

word count: 814

One of the best feelings in the winter is waking up cozy on a weekend morning, when you don’t have to rush to work - when the world seems to move slowly, and you allow yourself to do the same.

As your eyes slowly open, eyelids still heavy with sleep, you slowly become aware of your own body, every nerve and muscle waking up. The morning light is shy as it falls into your room, and even though you miss the summer sunshine you can’t help but feel thankful for the lack of brightness in the morning. You stretch your muscles, mindful of the bodies next to you, and then pull yourself up until you’re leaning on the headboard, taking in the scene in front of you.

The man closest to you is James, lying on his stomach with his hand stretched out to where you are, fingers so close that they brush your thigh when they twitch. He’s snoring softly, and he will probably deny it when he wakes up - put you all know the truth. To his left, sharing the middle space of the bed, is Sirius, and you barely suppress the giggle when you notice a tiny bit of drool on his pillow. He’s sprawled across the majority of the bed, like a starfish, legs intertwined with James’ and his pillow placed in the crook between Remus’ arm and ribs, holding onto Remus’ hand as if his life depends on it. You’re not quite sure how comfortable that position is for Remus, because Sirius had pushed him almost to the very edge of the bed, but he seems content enough and you hope he had a good night’s rest.

You try to get up without waking any one of them, of course - but as soon as the bed shift, it’s like the alarm goes off and one by one, they start shifting. The first one, of course, being Remus

“Dove?” His voice is scratchy, eyes blinking adorably when he catches you mid step.

“Morning Rem. Sorry, didn’t mean to wake you up.”

“‘S okay. What time is it?”

“Too fucking early.”

Sirius’ grumbles draw a laugh out of you, and when the boys start bickering, James’ sleepy mumblings overlapping with Sirius’ whining and Remus’ attempts of being the voice of reason, you stand back and watch your boys, and you feel like love will literally burst out of your chest. You just love them so much.

Giving yourself a few more seconds to linger, you throw the boys one last glance before moving towards the bathroom, mentally going over the list of things you have to do - but when you pass by the bedroom window, a flash of white catches your attention as it’s barely visible through the curtains.

But even though it’s barely visible, you know exactly what it is, and excitement rises in your throat as you pull apart the curtains and a loud gasp leaves your lips, snapping the boys out of their antiques.

“What’s wrong?”

“It’s snowing!”

You have always loved the first winter snow - how it would cover the ground, the trees and cars, and you would finally get that feeling of holidays and Christmas, and everything good the winter can bring. This, however, is the first year you all are living together, so the boys haven’t exactly had the chance to see you like this.

That’s why they almost have a heart attack when you yank the window open and lean over the edge, trying to catch a few snowflakes with one hand, while loosely holding on with the other.

You barely get a single snowflake on your palm before a pair of hands grabs your waist and you are being pulled inside, the bedroom window slammed shut by a panicky James, and Remus’ worried face entering your view.

“Dove, what the hell?”

“I wanted to catch the snowflakes!”

“By throwing yourself out of the window?”

“And with just a shirt on? You don’t even have the pants on!” Sirius’ grip is still iron tight around your waist and okay, maybe you can see their point but it’s not like you were trying to fly out. Besides, you all live on the first floor, so it’s not like you have far to go. Of course, if you were to say that, you would be on the receiving end one of Remus’ famous disappointed glares, so you keep your mouth shut. Instead, you place your hands over Sirius’ and lean into him, while smiling apologetically at the other two men in front of you.

“Sorry, I got excited.”

“That’s alright sweetheart, we just worry.” The kiss James plants on your lips is the softest thing ever.

“How about we go make some breakfast, and then go out and enjoy the snow after we eat?”

For a first snow day of the winter, this one isn’t so bad.

#DecemberEvent2023 #poly marauders x reader #marauders x reader #marauders x you #marauders x y/n #poly!marauders x reader #poly!marauders #poly!marauders x you