#marauders role play

[im-a-not-so-sirius-star]

me <333

[regregregulusblack]

If I was famous and people wrote fanfiction about me I would so read it. Anyone else?

@barbie-wants-to-be-me-fr @barty-not-barry I know you two sick bastards would love to read smut about yourselves, written by some teenage girl out there who’s less oblivious than you two dingbats and who’s made a whole bloody series shipping you. They would call that ship Dumbidiot. Or something.

No, I’m not in a particularly good mood, I haven’t had my morning coffee yet.

[yourlocalbadgerscales]

Go to my second profile, @regregregulusblack!

And follow the tags #regregregulusreg, #potterhead humour, #thetorturedpoetofthecave and #regulussy to see more of me role playing as Regulus Black for the new Marauders role play! Remember to follow me and all my mates, whose profiles I have linked to in my intro post! You will love it 😘

See ya! And please reblog this! xx

[newt00th]

hi! i'm looking for marauders based rp friends! ― i'm 23, my blog/rp/everything is strictly 18+ ― i love wolfstar most of all but i am more than happy to discuss other ships/characters/focus points as well ― i love shoving the characters into a strange/weird/fun au (but am open to canon plotting as well!) ― i rp over discord, i find it a lot easier ― i'm comfortable with nsfw as long as we discuss it first ― i write literate, usually 3-4 or so paragraphs, i'm super understanding/flexible about busy schedules and try to make friends that feel the same :3 like this post and i'll send you a dm!! ༊*·˚

(dms always open as well)

[onehundredflamingos]

@jegulus-microfic

22 / convict / 1476 words / NSFW / explicit sexual content

“I’m not wearing this,” Regulus complained immediately. He was holding up a pair of thong underwear, white and grey horizontal stripes across it. There was a small patch sewn into the waistband — an inmate number.

“Do you want to be the cop instead?” James asked, holding up his outfit. His was a pair of deep navy booty shorts and a button down crop top. It came with a small hat with a gold star on the front, and a pair of plush black handcuffs.

“Absolutely not, James.”

“Fine.” James smiled, like he had just won the jackpot. “Then you have to be the convict.”

Regulus huffed. He didn’t know why James was so adamant about role playing anyway, but he supposed if James ended up naked in the end, what difference did it make?

“Fine.”

Regulus stormed off to the bathroom, following James instructions to put it on immediately, doing his best to only focus on the fact that he was about sixty seconds from seeing that man in booty shorts.

Suddenly there was a loud bang at the door, enough to startle Regulus into nearly falling over, second leg barely through his jeans he was sliding on over the costume.

“It’s the cops, open up!”

Oh, for fuck’s sake.

“Is there a problem, off—,” Regulus started to ask, but was immediately cut off by the sight of James in that outfit. “Holy shit, James.”

“It’s Officer Potter, to you,” James said, blushing. “There have been some complaints recently, I’m going to have to take you in for questioning,” he demanded, hands on his hips.

Regulus sucked his bottom lip into his mouth, deciding this game wasn’t so bad after all. “Okay, Officer Potter.”

James led Regulus to the back of their house and into their bedroom, demanding he be stripped down. “All of our inmates are required to wear the same prison uniform,” he tacked on, puffing out his chest. James reached forward and grabbed at the bottom hem of Regulus’ t-shirt, pulling it up and over his head.

“Hands behind your head,” James said, and Regulus had to hold back a snicker. James was a lot of things, but assertive was not one of them.

Not with Regulus anyway.

Regulus obliged, putting his hands behind his head, palms flush against his dark curls. He watched as James opened each handcuff before disappearing behind him, snicking each cuff shut around each wrist.

“Pants off next,” James said, moving back to Regulus’ front, undoing the button of his jeans and sliding them down. “This is certainly more appropriate,” James said stoically, gesturing to Regulus’ thong.

“What were these complaints for, Officer?” Regulus asked, looking down at James. James looked incredible in the crop top he chose, a piece of clothing that Regulus never would have anticipated to turn him on so much.

“Noise complaints,” James said, shaking his head as if he was truly disappointed. “I’m going to have to punish you, and I expect you to stay quiet.”

“Where would you like me to take that punishment?” Regulus asked, small smirk playing on his lips.

James gestured with a small nod. “Get on the bed, facing up. I want your hands against the headboard.” Regulus obliged, settling his hands on either side of a single dowel lining their spindle headboard, fuzzy handcuffs still forcing them close together.

James climbed over Regulus, straddling his torso as he reached up to fix the handcuffs, wrapping the center chain around the post before clasping it around both wrists once more.

He slid down Regulus’ body and settled between his legs, pressing his lips to the fabric covering Regulus’ cock. He exhaled hot puffs of air along his length, pressed his wet tongue to the tip.

Regulus moaned softly at the sensation, at the blood rushing straight to his cock. He reached down to card his fingers through James’ hair, only to feel the yank of metal and fur against his wrist. He whimpered, wanting to touch James so badly, wanting to guide his head just a bit lower, to force more pressure against his growing cock even with the underwear still on.

After a few moments, James pulled Regulus’ cock out from its confines, immediately licking a strip up the underside, and Regulus unable to hold back the groan that was let loose from deep down in his chest. Regulus hadn’t been expecting him to dive in so quickly; James was usually so gentle and explorative to start.

Not that Regulus was complaining.

James pulled his mouth off of Regulus’ cock just as quickly as he had taken it into his mouth, looking up at Regulus and tutting. “Quiet, or I’ll have to punish you worse than this.”

Regulus liked this James. He nodded.

The first few minutes that James took Regulus in his mourh, he was quiet. So quiet he very well could’ve been not enjoying himself.

But he was — of course he was, but he wanted more.

He let out a moan, guttural and primal and loud.

James jerked his head off of Regulus’ cock, and Regulus nearly grinned at him — a wide smile to rival one of James’ — if he thought he would still get what he was after.

“I told you if you couldn’t keep quiet, I would have to punish you worse, Regulus Black.”

Regulus nodded sweetly. “Whatever you think you need to do, sir.”

James slid his shorts off and settled onto his haunches, pouring lube on his hands and his cock before getting to work stretching Regulus out. Regulus bit his lip, stifling the moans he felt trying to push their way out, quieting all of the James’ and the pleases, until James was finally pressing his cock inside of him.

“That’s a good boy, being so quiet for me now,” James encouraged, grabbing ahold of Regulus’ hips, fingertips digging into his flesh. “Did you learn your lesson? Not to be so fucking loud where everyone can hear you?”

It would be funny that James asked that question — so loud, as he fucked Regulus’ hard, headboard slamming into a shared wall over and over — if not for how good it felt, how empowered James looked in that obscene crop top.

“Y-yes, officer,” Regulus said in a whisper. James reached down and took Regulus’ cock in his fist, stroking him at just the right pace to match his own hips.

Regulus cried out, sound coming unbidden, and James immediately released his grip around Regulus’ cock, leaving it throbbing and leaking at the tip. “Looks like you don’t deserve that after all.” He quirked a brow. “Do you need me to cover your mouth to make sure you keep quiet?”

Regulus shook his head.

“Or maybe I should choke you a bit, steal your breath so you can’t cry out like that?”

James phrased it as a question, but Regulus couldn’t answer — not with James still thrusting into him, not with the promise of that.

He let out a little mewl of assent, the sound making James lips upturn, perfect smile flashing back at Regulus as he reached a hand forward and wrapped his fingers around Regulus’ throat. “Now I want you to stay silent as I make you come all over your chest, do you hear me?”

Regulus managed a small nod, even with James’ fingers curled around his neck, pinning him to the bed. He craned his neck back just a bit, giving James more access, and watched as James continued to move above him.

He was beautiful in his uniform, so confident and proud to have brought this to fruition, to have Regulus quite literally under his thumb.

James increased his pace, thrusting into Regulus hard, hand tightening until Regulus was certain he would have small bruises dotting the side of his neck — little fingerprints as evidence of his punishment for being too loud.

All at once, James was groaning, a small grimace on his face, contorting before settling into something beautiful as he came inside Regulus. James’ entire body slackened just a bit, and Regulus sucked in gulps of air as he followed James over the edge, biting his lip as hard as he could to keep from crying out.

James looked up at Regulus, panting softly, sweat dotting his brow. “Good boy, Reg,” James said, only half breaking character. “You were so quiet for me.”

James pressed a soft kiss to Regulus’ lips.

“James,” Regulus said in response. “Why do you look so fucking good in that stupid shirt?”

James laughed. “I don’t know, Reg, but I’m dying to see what it looks like on you.”

Regulus wasn’t entirely sold on the idea of him playing the cop role, but if he got to bend James over and punish him, he was sure it wouldn’t be so bad, after all.

[dorcas-is-the-best]

Hello everyone!

I am Dorcas Meadowes

I am half-blood, I am terrified of heights, my Patronus and Animagus is a raven, I am in Slytherin. I am of African descent. I am lesbian. she/her

People I know:

@sunshine-prongsie-boy James. Reg's older brothers friend. Regulus likes him

@wonderful-wormy Peter. I don't know much about Peter. He's Reg's older brothers friend.

@in-need-of-a-femininomenon Lily is sweet

@ (free spot) Marlene is a lot of things❤️

@xen0-l0vg00d Xenophilius is Xenophilius

@r0muluslupin Remus. One of Regulus' brothers friend

@une-rose-de-sang Evan is nice. He's in Slytherin with me

@fkufather Barty is nice. We don't talk much but, when we do, he's nice.

@pianist-and-poet Regulus. He's my friend. He's really nice.

@i-swear-im-not-joking Sirius, Regulus's older brother

(ooc: this is a roleplay account Join at @thatonemaraudersrp

my main is @justyesbecauseyeswhynot)

[emmy-vance333]

[Rp Blog!]

I’m Emmeline but you can call me Emmy

16

She/Her✌🏼

Ravenclaw 💙

Bi😋

(🧿333🧿)

Hoping to branch out and find cool friends!

My happy place is by the lake reading books

“Be grateful for all you have while you pursue all you want” 💜

🐦‍⬛🐦‍⬛🐦‍⬛

Current read: Book of Madness and Cures By Regina O’Melveny

[cool-lesbian-is-here]

Omg does anyone wanna join a WhatsApp marauders rp group w me?

Only marlene, remus, Lily, regulus, sirius and James is taken so far :)

[nogenrealldrama]

Lily Evans never quite feels like a lily.

[Petunia&Lily growing up - Microfic/fic excerpt - 362 words]

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Lily Evans never quite feels like a lily.

Lilies are the flowers that guests sometimes bring to her mother’s dinner parties, stiff stems already cut and pre-arranged in the crinkly wrapper. Her mother slots them into a vase in the middle of their dining table and they linger for a week or two, their white petals never getting to unfurl in the sun or to sway in the wind.

Lily broke that vase once, while trying to make Tuney play the new version of catch that the Blythe boys had taught her. The lilies spilled all over the dining table, the water that soaked into the tablecloth smelling a little like a creek in high summer. Tuney scolded her right away for being careless. Later, their mother got back from the shops and scolded Tuney for the mess.

By the end of the week there is a new vase on the dining table, and by the end of the month it is again filled with lilies, pale and elegant and still like a wax sculpture.

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Petunia Evans never quite feels like a petunia.

Petunias are the flowers that tumble down the windowsills of half the neighbourhood, their streaked and striped and spotted trumpets a confetti of every colour available in the newest gardening catalogues. In spring, she helps her mother carry trays of them from the market, little bundles of leaves that seem to know nothing of the tireless display that would soon be expected of them.

It was a thrill guessing which of the plug plants would produce the most outrageous colours, until Mrs Blythe mentioned that she finds petunias quite naff. Petunia wasn’t sure then what that meant, but next spring her mother comes back from the market with fuchsias and begonias instead. Petunia had never wanted to vie for the windowsill spot but now she retreats further, to the back bench in school and to the quiet obedience at the dinner table.

She tries to warn Lily, Lily who is still loud and bright and who plays with boys in the creek, but Lily never listens to her. And, as years pass by, Mrs Blythe never mentions that lilies are naff at all.

[tangerine-skye1]

To Capture a Fawn

Posted the first chapter of my new fic "To Capture a Fawn", second chapter in the editing phase. Regular updates, ~ 5k words a chapter.

"Your name.” The boy repeated. “What’s your name?” He lowered his hands slightly, brows digging lower as he saw the stranger's expectant look. “You- you really don’t know?” That wasn’t a hit to his ego at all. “My name is James Potter.” - Or, Harry Potter goes to The Room of Requirement, and he requires one thing- his father. James Potter suffers the consequences of this call, while also reaping the benefits, realizing a few things about himself and his life in the process.

[saturnsconstellation]

HELLO PEOPLE OF TUMBLR

Me and @lienspien are making a marauders RP blog dedicated to underrated ships! The principal ones right now are Bartylus and Sunrose, if you’re interested, please contact me or andi!

Rules:

Must have discord (I am still creating the server, please be patient I have NO idea how to navigate it)

Must be at least 15 and at most 20

Must be respectful, we do not tolerate any kind of harmful harassment or slander.

That’s all for now lol, please join.😞😞

Characters taken:

James (Andi)

Barty (me)

[im-a-not-so-sirius-star]

do y’all ever just fall madly in love with your best friend and then cry about it every night but then you sneak into their bed and you can pretend that you’re together but you’re actually not you’re just gonna be pining for life

no? ok

[regregregulusblack]

”Tell us something about yourself-” Bitch all you need to know about me is you better stop trying to keep eye contact with me right this instant. You’re creepy as fuck and I’m autistic as fuck. Look the fuck away.

[twinkies-posts]

Yalllll am dying for marauders rp. Someone play Sirius black x my oc. Please. I'll double up and am very active! I write 2 lines to 3+ paragraphs. I write 3rd person. I'm looking for NSFW content, so please be 18+ <3

Love yall 🥺✨️

[unravellingpromo]

The year is 1986, London has faced no greater threat than it does today. People have begun to go missing; posters line the cobbled walls, as weeping families plead for information over the radio and in the papers. Bodies slowly began to be found, first one, then two, until it became too difficult to count them all. Among the unfortunate individuals that remain unnamed, the death of the Minister’s son Booker Bagnold was the catalyst for the mass hysteria. It creeped into Wizarding London like a silent fog until the country was overcast in a thick smog of conspiracy and fear that tightly grips its people.

What once was a force that began as a whisper, The Dark Lord is now acknowledged by the Minister herself. His Death Eater followers are his physical presence, anonymous individuals hidden behind silver masks that threaten the very fabric of society. The institution claiming to protect the wizarding community, the Ministry of Magic, is losing respect, reputation and control. With the government in disarray, its people are vulnerable and open for the taking. The Order of The Phoenix has taken it upon themselves to stand ready to combat the darkness, searching for sorcerers to stand up and burn with them.

The question is: When they call your name, how do you wish to be remembered?

main. rules. plot. characters. apply.

[yourlocalbadgerscales]

Hi!!!

Guys I found real Regulus Black on Tumblr! 😱 Check it out!