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#marauders obsession
fox-marauder · 16 days
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little did i know when i was thirteen and reading harry potter that i would end up on tumblr writing about harry's dad, his werewolf professor and his godfather escaped from prison.
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whimsifae · 6 months
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the five homoerotic love languages:
- intimate stabbing
- outright obsession
- confused pining
- "no one knows me like you do"
- lifelong promises that always sound suspiciously like wedding vows
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evyltalks · 26 days
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lowkey obsessed with this man…
@imdamagecontrol you know which one is for you <3
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lexithwrites · 4 months
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james ‘i worship you’ potter and regulus ‘then kneel’ black
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hearts4dorlene · 1 year
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James: I haven't been completely honest with you
Regulus: Spit it out Potter, did you cheat?
James: *transforms into a stag*
Regulus: ...
Regulus: I think I would rather have had you cheat on me in all honestly
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michidreamer · 1 year
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Me entering the Marauders' fandom:
You either die a hero, or you live long enough to see yourself start shipping Harry Potter's dad and his godfather's brother.
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starrylayle · 1 month
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To all those shippers that depict Sirius as a self-absorbed, short, fem twink with a flare for dramatics -- and Remus as a tall, angry, buff, dom werewolf daddy -- go ahead, it's a fully rounded dynamic! You're actually shipping Gilderoy Lockhart x Fenrir Greyback though! Remember to tag correctly folks! Hope this helps 🥰 🥰 
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siriussslut · 2 months
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mmmm okay you said you like cum so im thinking… evan cumming on your pussy and then licking it all away as an innocence kink thing…?
-🪱 (im claiming that one!!)
guys these cum reqs are killing me i’m so obsessed. feel free to send more😇😇🤗
warnings: innocence kink, humping, bruising, praise, mention of virginity
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evan’s cock slams into your thigh, hard and pulsating. he groans as he humps your glistening skin, grinding into your thigh. “fuck, babygirl, you’re so beautiful.”
you groan, arching your back against his mattress. “look at your pretty little princess parts.” he rubs a finger against the outer lips of your cunt, gently tugging on the pubic hair.
he slips his cock between your thighs, squeezing them tight. he thrusts in and out between the flesh, groaning. you push open your legs, pulling him closer to you. his cock reaches your pussy, hovering inches away.
he fucks your folds, slamming his dick into your clit. the harder he thrusts, the wetter you get, dripping around his shaft.
still, he refuses to enter you. “gotta keep this perfect pussy innocent.”
your clit is swollen and bruised, and still begging for more friction. he squeezes your thighs as he thrusts, reaching up with one hand to play with your tits.
“oh— baby. you’re so—” he cuts himself off, slamming faster and faster into your swollen, aching mess of a pussy.
he shakes as he comes, pumping load after load of cum onto your cunt. he releases what seems an irregular amount, painting your pussy and thighs white with his seed.
when he comes down from his high, he can’t tear his eyes away from the mess. “my doll looks so pretty covered in my babies.”
“i love your babies,” you slur, drunk on the feeling of his eyes on your skin, of his now soft cock sitting against your thigh.
“gotta keep this pussy clean,” he says, leaning down so that his face is above your cunt. “keep your princess parts safe and innocent.” he licks along your folds, collecting his cum on his tongue. he swallows and groans.
“tastes so much better after touching my babygirl.”
he swallows it all, and you watch the bobbing of his adam’s apple every time.
he sits up, admiring your freshly clean pussy, wet and bruised.
he slaps it as he gets up. “my pretty little virgin.”
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billsbae · 6 months
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barty and harry: *accidentally set the kitchen on fire*
barty: we need an adult!!
harry: uncle barty you're an adult!
barty: we need an adultier adult! go get you're father
harry: DAAAAAD!!
barty: no, no this one, we need regulus
harry: PAPAAAAAA
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apoetsworld · 9 months
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Barty *trying to get reg to agree to a party*: c'mon its not that bad! Alot of people you know will be there
Reg: Is this supposed to be convincing me???
Barty: Why don't you just think on it? I'll count you on the list for now and let you rumminate on it-
Reg: there's nothing to think about, there's no chance in merlins balls that I would ever agree to such a ludicrous, atrocious, and quite frankly disgusting social gathering-
Barty: Potter will be there.
Reg: And so will I.
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alltoounwellll · 4 months
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Sirius: I love you
Remus: I’d devour you whole if you’d let me
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accio-sriracha · 5 months
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"Not to sound like a slut or anything but can I please peel your orange for you?"
Sirius Black to Remus Lupin at some point, probably.
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lackadaisicallizard · 7 months
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Sundays
Growing up, Regulus hated Sundays. 
Sundays were mornings spent in church, pretending to the world that they were a perfect family. Sundays were stuffy clothes and tight ties wrapped around throats spouting nothing but lies about the Ancient and Most Noble House of Black. 
Sundays were carefully coordinated games disguised as family lunches, the entire extended family coming together to outdo each other in just how well they were doing. Sundays were masterclasses in manipulation, lies and deceit. 
But now, fifteen years later on the most ordinary of all days, Regulus can hear voices coming from the kitchen. 
“I think that’s enough eggs, Haz, why don’t you add more flour now?” 
“How much do I need to add?” 
“I have no idea, just pour until it looks right.” 
Sliding on his slippers, Regulus makes his way out of the bedroom and down the hall, stopping in the doorway of the kitchen. He leans against the doorframe for a moment, watching the scene in front of him. 
“How’s it going there?” His husband peers into the mixing bowl that seems to have more eggs in it than any hen could feasibly lay in a year. 
“The flour won’t come out of the bag,” Harry says with a frown. 
“Try banging on the end of it,” James suggests and before Regulus can even consider stepping in to stop him, their son does just that. He is far too much like his father for his own good sometimes. 
Flour ends up everywhere. 
“Papa’s going to kill me,” Harry groans through a layer of white dust. 
“Papa doesn’t have to know,” James says, “you finish the batter and I’ll clean it up.” 
Harry stirs it, a puff of flour rising into the air. “I think it may be beyond saving now, Dad.” 
“J’en ai marre,” their heads whip around at the sound of Regulus’ voice, both faces a similar mask of concern. “You two are useless.” 
He steps into the kitchen now, holding out his hand for the bowl, which Harry passes him with a guilty expression. “I love you?” 
Regulus’ own expression softens completely at that and he places the bowl on the counter before holding out his arms for his son. Harry moves into them without hesitation, being pulled into a warm embrace and leaning into his father. “Tu es la lumière de ma vie,” Regulus says, pressing a kiss to the top of Harry’s soft curls before pulling back and looking at him in the eyes. “That doesn’t mean you can get flour all over my kitchen though, compris?” 
“Oui papa, désolé. We were just trying to make you breakfast in bed.” 
“It’s true,” James cuts in, a smile pulling up the corner of his lips, “we know you’ve had a long week so we thought we’d make some pancakes.” 
Regulus smiles back, he can’t help himself. “I’m not sure which one of you thought you could pull that off considering the great scrambled egg fiasco last month.” 
“Those eggs were delicious and you know it!” 
“I had to go to the store for more and make them myself.” 
“… my comment still stands,” James says with a grin and Regulus rolls his eyes at his husband. 
“Harry, go and fetch the chocolate chips from the cupboard and I’ll attempt to salvage this.” 
Harry disappears into the pantry and as Regulus starts to decanter as much flour as he can from the very floury bowl, he feels arms wrap around him from behind. 
“I’m sorry about the flour,” James’ voice is low in his ear. 
Regulus hums. “I would say I’m surprised, but I’m not.” 
A soft chuckle followed by lips against his hair. “I’m also sorry for ruining your Sunday, love. I know it’s the first day you’ve had off in a while.” 
But the thing is, he hasn’t. 
Because Regulus knows what a bad Sunday feels like. They’re ingrained into his brain. 
But this right here? Making far too much batter to even out the mountain of flour that he can’t salvage from the bowl. Allowing his son to add almost an entire bag of chocolate chips to the mixture. Watching his husband smother a tower of pancakes with syrup and whipped cream. Cleaning up an incredibly messy kitchen together as a family after they’ve done. 
Well, this is what Sundays are now. They’re not perfect, or proper, or in the least bit civilised. 
And he loves every one. 
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diangelosdays · 1 year
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jegulus spiderman au anyone?
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not-rab · 6 months
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Barty: If you were a chemical reaction you would be an exothermic one (because they’re the hot chemical reactions)
Evan and his 3 O.W.L.s:
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cinnamonic-thoughts · 20 days
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no ok dont get me wrong i do love feminine short sirius black but. did we forget that sirius is canonically the tallest marauder. like obviously fuck jkr so canon is less important but also where are the fics where he towers over everyone. mr. flair for the dramatics would Love it. here are my contributions:
sirius will walk up to remus and just plant his face in his hair. when remus asks what hes doing he goes "mind your business" and walks away after a few minutes. the smell calms him and his hair is so soft that sirius cant help it
constantly makes fun of james for being oh so short despite the fact that the difference is like. an inch
despite being the tallest marauder, he can Always find and squeeze into the smallest hiding spaces when theyre pulling pranks, and the rest of them just cant figure out how he does it
until he makes an offhand comment about how he had to teach reggie how to hide so he could go and distract walburga, so reggie wouldnt get hurt when she was in one of her Moods
while im at it, sirius is taller than walburga by a lot, so looking at them next to each other, people find it harder to believe she could ever Really hurt him because after all, "youre so much bigger than she is, cant you just fight back or run away?"
big, loud, Bold sirius with legs a mile long + remus Dying when he wears any kind of shorts or, god forbid, Skirts
tall!sirius is so unexplored guys
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