#the marauders moodboard
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daystarpoet · 1 month ago
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ര ۪ ݁ ! jily moodboard 𝅄 ౨ৎ ㅤ۪
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I'm sorry I'm a jily girlie. james potter x lily evans. he fell first and harder. friends to lovers. hc lily wanted to obliviate herself the first time she laughed at one of james' stupid jokes!! where's my james gang?
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iwantedtoforgetyou · 1 year ago
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Coffee Kisses, Remus Lupin
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Relationship: Remus Lupin x fem!reader
Word Count: 1.1k
Warning(s): Slight smut. Also, first time ever writing it, so it may not be all that.
Summary: On a cold winter's day, you and Remus find comfort indoors beside a crackling fireplace, sipping coffee. The warmth of the fire and your closeness create an atmosphere ripe with possibilities.
Another surge of cool wind escapes the nearby windows, and causes your body to tremble. You were too numb to get up and shut them.
You looked up when you heard footsteps leave the kitchen and saw Remus coming out with two mugs in his hands. 
His light skin was somewhat rosy from the cold, and his hair was a knotted mess. You could never get over the way he looked.
So innocently young.
He murmurs, "I brought you some coffee," and hands you one of the cups.
You willingly accept it, and the warmth instantly induces a soothing chill throughout your body.
"Thank you, Remus." You say, taking a cautious sip from the cup. Even though the hot liquid was blistering against your tongue, you didn't care enough to stop.
"It is too hot?" He asks, his attention now solely on you. "I could make you another one."
You struggle to suppress a smile.
His eyes soften as you respond, "It's perfect."
He settled into the seat beside you, the other steaming cup of coffee cradled in his lap.
"Why are you sitting so far away?" You chuckled, raising your cup to your lips.
He awkwardly scooted closer, a lopsided grin gracing his face, revealing two dimples at the corners of his lips.
Silently, you both sipped from your cups, exchanging glances back and forth. Each time your eyes met, you couldn't help but smile into your cups.
It was moments like these that made the bitter cold outside seem insignificant.
"This is the best coffee I've ever brewed," he murmured, nodding in affirmation.
You squinted at him while maintaining your smile. "I've tasted better."
He chuckled softly, setting his cup on the coffee table in front of you. "Oh, really?"
His eyes locked onto yours, and a change seemed to sweep over him. He raised his hand, gently tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, his fingers delicately brushing against your cheek.
"What are you doing?" you whispered, losing yourself in the comforting touch of his fingers.
He sighed softly. "I don't know."
In unison, you both leaned closer, your breaths blending into a warm, continuous exhalation.
You had longed for this, for him.
"Y/N," he whispered your name, as if uttering it was a mental battle.
You closed your eyes briefly before pleading, "Remus."
His grip on your cheek tightened at the sound of his name, and he reached for your other hand, gently setting aside your cup on the table without a glance.
“Say that again,” he whispered.
Your heart raced, and your stomach twisted in knots. His name escaped your lips like a prayer, effortless and fervent.
“Remus, Please.”
He moved in quickly, his lips meeting yours, and the taste of coffee and peppermint mingled in your mouth.
A soft gasp escaped you unexpectedly, spurring Remus on even further. He used his other hand to secure your waist, gently guiding you backward onto the couch.
You embrace him tightly, deepening the kiss, and a passionate moan escapes Remus for the first time.
The sound sends shivers through your body, and your fingers grip his back, longing to hear it again and again.
His hand moved from your waist and slipped under your shirt, his warm fingers caressing your skin.
A soft moan escaped your lips as his hand reached your breast, his fingers gently tracing circles around them.
“Fuck, Y/N,” he whimpered, briefly pausing the kiss before resuming with even more intensity.
Your hands moved from his back to his head, where you tangled your fingers in his hair, gently tugging.
His body pressed firmly against yours, his hips aligning perfectly. You had never truly appreciated the sensation of someone's weight pressing down on you.
He gently lifted your head, trailing kisses down the length of your neck until he began to focus on your collarbone.
The area where his lips was pressed against the skin started to take on a pale purple hue, a change he anticipated might invite criticism later on.
You tugged at his hair with more urgency, moving your hips to generate some friction.
He chuckled softly against your chest. "Impatient, aren't you?" he remarked while caressing your breast.
“Please," was all you managed to utter, all that was necessary for him to respond with a swift motion, his hips meeting yours, and your moans filling the room.
"Better?" he asked, a self-assured grin adorning his face.
You responded by playfully arching your hips, catching him off guard and prompting a loud moan.
"Better?" you teased, wearing a sly smile.
He shook his head, chuckling, then leaned in to kiss you once more. However, this time it was distinct—gentle and unhurried.
For just a moment, you pulled back to truly study his face.
His tousled hair fell gracefully over his forehead, his cheeks adorned with a rosy flush, and his wide smile revealed charming dimples.
You drew him closer, engaging in another kiss, and amid it all, you came to the realization that you wouldn't mind a lifetime of kissing that infectious smile.
A lifetime of just him.
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spiderfunkz · 1 year ago
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silk duvets ─── send me a scenario / blurb / au + a character and i'll make a moodboard out of it!
hmm maybe rugby!james x florist!reader if you want to? I love that trope it’s my everything <3
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— rugby!james x florist!reader.
💐 special flower bouquets after games. acts of service. gift gifting. kiss marks. late night cheering. going to the flower markets. floral perfume. warm tea after long games. rugby jumpers. red themed converses, roses, and mugs. goodluck petals. james falling asleep on your shoulder.
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ohwowimlonley · 10 months ago
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ohhhh free use with poly!marauders would be something like the boys making it hard for reader to do watch a movie because they keep using her holes and passing her around. imagine the boys sitting in one couch and the reader is seated in remus' dick, waiting for him to cum until she is passed to the other boys 😵‍💫
Changed this a tiny bit to fit a bit better but here :) (btw its roommates!marauders)
Cw for free use/advanced consent
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You’re alone in your room, curled up in the corner of your bed, blanket covering your thighs as you finally start watching you’re favourite movie. It’s the middle of the day, so you’re the only one at home while the boys are out at work. See, you and your roommates had come to an agreement; they would go out to work and pay the rent and bills and buy groceries (and occasionally gifts for you), allowing you to spend your days as you please. In return, they ask for only one thing: your advanced consent.
Now, let’s not get silly here, you can always tell the boys no at any time, and they constantly remind you of that fact. All the agreement means is that they don’t have to ask you, and sometimes they pull you away from what you’re doing when they really need you. There are also a few rules in place. For example, you shouldn’t wear panties around the house (that is, excluding extenuating circumstances), and you shouldn’t touch yourself before asking for their help first.
Just as the plot starts to get good, your bedroom door creeks open. You jump, not expecting anyone to be home for at least and hour and a half, but relax when you see it’s only Remus. Once he determines you’re not in the middle of something vital, he pushes the rest of the way into your room. He doesn’t say a word to you just yet, just pulls his tshirt over his head and works on unzipping his jeans, pulling out his cock from his boxers and tugging on it.
“Rem! You’re home early,” you grin up at him, not bothering to ask him why, it doesn’t matter so long as he’s home. He makes a noncommital ‘hmph’ sound as he clambers up next to you, grasping at your him and turning you onto your stomach, letting your shirt rise up and expose your pussy to the room, still puffy from James using it this morning.
“Shush,” he grunts, but he doesn’t really mean it. He just wants to get inside you as quickly as he can, “boys’ll be home soon, wanna have you first,”
You go to respond, but Remus interrupts your train of thought by letting a fat glob of spit fall from his lips onto the folds of your pussy and follows it with scraping his fingers through the stickiness. He wastes no time at all before slipping his cock into you, not going slow like he usually does to let you get used to his size.
You whine loudly at the burn his cock leaves you with, and while he doesn’t slow down he does set a soothing hand on the small of your back and bends over yiu to press a kiss to the bcak of your neck as he starts up his fast pace. It doesn’t take long for you to get used to the stretch, and you let your mouth drop open in a long, continuous moan.
You lose yourself in the sensations, almost forgetting about the movie still playing in the background as your roommate manhandles you all over your bed, using his full strength to let out his frustration on you. Remus hears the soft click of the front door opening, but you don’t, so you let out a confused whine when he pulls out of you.
“Shh, sweetheart,” he soothes, seating himself at the head of your bed and pulling you over his thighs, slipping himself back into you, “boys’re home, gotta make sure they don’t take my girl, huh?”
You don’t respond. You can’t, what with Remus slipping his fingers against your poor, aching clit. The door to your room is already wide open, so James and Sirius can see the two of you as soon as they get to the upstairs landing. James clears his throat and you whip your head around to see your two other roommates standing side by side, watching you take Remus’ cock. You make eye contact with Sirius, and he rolls his eyes playfully.
“Told you he’d get home first,” he jabs his elbow into James’ rib before taking his hand and sitting on the end of your bed with the other boy in tow.
“Your fault really, Pads,” he points out, then smiles up at you, shrugging his shoulders, “the boys were arguing this morning about who got to have you first when we got home,”
“I was gonna share with Jamesie here, but Moony’s a stinkin cheater,” the boy in question doesn’t pay them any attention, just renews his grip on your hips and brings them down to meet his own thrusts.
“Rem!” You protest, turning back towards him and putting your palms on his chest to keep your balance. You can feel him throbbing inside you, a telltale sign that he’s close, and thank goodness for that because you’re getting there too, and on days where they pass you back and forth like this, it’s best if you cum as little as possible in the beginning.
“Who’s it gonna be next, love?” James is always more careful with you, his voice always questioning, never demanding. This by no means indicates that he isn’t just as desperate as you. In fact, on days where it’s all three boys, theres never a time where he isn’t practically forcing his cock into you.
There’s no opportunity for you to even try to answer his question, because Remus is anchoring you to him and spurting his cum deep inside you.
Sirius goes to tug you from Remus’ lap, but he locks his arms around your back and prevents you from moving even an inch further away from him. Sirius and James let out grumbles of displeasure.
“Rem, honey, share,” you remind him. When he eventually lets you go, James gets to you first, “can I face this way? I wanna watch my movie,”
All three boys chuckle amoungst themselves, and silently vow to make it as difficult as possible for you to watch your movie.
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spookyasmr · 2 months ago
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coffeecoloredpages · 3 months ago
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siriuslynettey · 2 months ago
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goodbye brat summer, hello Remus Lupin autumn 🍂
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d0llfaac3 · 3 months ago
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Dating George Weasley, moodboard
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justafanbutcurious · 1 month ago
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evan rosier
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lexithwrites · 5 months ago
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remus and his rich, tatted, pda loving, biker boyfriend
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daenysx · 1 month ago
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Hiiii! If you’re taking moodboard requests how about wealthy dilf james potter?
i had to use aaron taylor-johnson's pics for older!james, i hope you like it!!
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james potter x fem!reader, he's written by lana del rey & you're his pretty girl
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iwantedtoforgetyou · 1 year ago
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Third Chance, Remus Lupin
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Relationship: Remus Lupin x fem!reader
Word Count: 1.1k
Summary: You and Remus have faced countless challenges together, and in what felt like a farewell moment, you both finally reveal the feelings you've harbored for years.
As every fiber of your being urged you not to follow him, to release the man who had shattered you into countless pieces, there was a small part of you that insisted on pursuing him.
That sliver of hope drove you to chase him, disregarding all warning signs.
Your head throbbed, and your body ached as you sprinted down the deserted street, watching the man you had once loved vanish from view.
Please turn around. Please don't go.
Thoughts swirled within you as the frigid wind stung your face, almost pushing you back. You needed him to understand that you still cared, that you still loved him.
You pressed harder against the ground, catching a fleeting glimpse of his figure. You had to be there, beside him, to feel the warmth he had shared so many times, to banish the feeling of loneliness.
You needed him.
Your heart thumped inside your jacket as you wished you hadn't given up, for he was all you had left, or so you hoped.
You wanted to scream, not only because you despised yourself in that moment, but because you yearned to shout his name, to express how much you resented his departure and how much it hurt to see him go, especially after his broken promise of a better tomorrow.
You found yourself slowing down, questioning whether it was even worth chasing someone who had inflicted such pain upon you.
You ran your hand through your hair, stopping at the nape of your neck as you gazed at the dark sky, hoping for a shooting star to grant you a chance to wish for better times.
Who were you kidding?
He was gone.
"I'm scared, you know," a raspy voice suddenly confessed, though you recognized it all too well to be frightened. You lowered your head to meet his gaze, keeping your hand on the nape of your neck, listening in silence as he continued to speak, his eyes locked onto yours.
"I'm scared of loving you. Terrified of how deeply I love you and how desperately I want to be with you," he admitted, his hands in his pockets, swaying slightly.
"How much I think about you."
Your heart raced as those final words slipped from his lips. He was here, right in front of you, and somehow, you found yourself missing him.
"I love you, Y/N, I truly do. More than you can imagine. I'm just... I've never loved someone before, and I'm afraid I'll mess it up," he confessed, avoiding your gaze and fixing his eyes on the pavement.
You felt for him, realizing he had never experienced love or been loved, trapped in a bubble until you set him free.
Now, it was your turn to speak.
"Remus, I'll admit it. I loved you more than I let on, more than I showed. But you weren't ready for it, and I entrusted my heart to you, even though I knew you couldn't handle it," you rambled, pausing to catch your breath halfway.
"And I apologize if I ever made you feel pressured into loving me, but I did love you."
"I love you," you corrected yourself, exhaling deeply and lowering your hands to your sides.
"I don't..."
"You never made me feel pressured, Y/N. You can't force someone to love you when they already do, for a long time," he interjected, cutting you off.
Your heart pounded faster than it should, and you closed your eyes, taking a deep breath. He had loved you long before you confessed.
He had loved you first.
"You... loved me first?" You asked curiously, raising a hand to your forehead and lightly touching it.
His eyes shot up from the ground, his hand leaving his pocket to scratch the back of his neck. "Well, I mean, I think I knew the night we went to the museum."
The museum.
That realization had come months before you had confessed your love. You couldn't believe he had loved you silently for so long.
"The museum?" You pressed, dropping your hand from your forehead and holding it in the air.
He nervously chuckled as his cheeks turned a light shade of pink. "It was when you were lying in my lap, playing with a ring I had given you.
We watched as the projector displayed stars, and you kept pointing out constellations. That's when I knew," he finished, meeting your amused expression.
That was cute, you'll admit.
"Want to know when I realized?" You suggested, receiving a nod from him. If he was sharing his moment, you might as well share yours.
Here goes.
"It was the evening you came over and stayed at my house. We had just returned from the bookstore, and you decided to lie in my bed. We exchanged notes we had left in certain books, and you fell asleep," You paused, gathering yourself.
"You ended up snuggling against me, resting your head on my chest as I ran my fingers through your hair. That's when I knew," You revealed, recalling the day he had cuddled with you. You had woken up earlier to make us coffee.
His hand had moved from his neck back to his pocket as he stood still, gazing at you. He remained silent for a few moments, his eyes locked onto yours. "I didn't know I enjoyed cuddling."
A laugh escaped your lips as you tilted your head slightly, looking back at him.
You truly loved him.
"Don't worry; you don't drool or snore," You teased, attempting to make him smile, which you succeeded in doing.
"I'm willing to be scared for the rest of my life if it means you'll be part of it," he declared out of the blue, taking a few steps closer to me.
"And I'm willing to wait, if it means you'll be in mine," you replied, following his lead and drawing closer.
"That also means you'll have to endure my clueless remarks," he noted, stepping closer to place a hand on your cheek.
"And you'll have to tolerate my random questions," you grinned, placing your hands on his face, gently brushing your thumb over the side with his scar.
"I think I can handle that."
"Can you now?" You teased, as he pulled your bodies even closer with a tug at your waist.
"Yeah, I think I could manage," he mumbled with a smile, leaning down to kiss you softly.
I think he could handle it just fine.
"I love you, Remus Lupin," you reassured, pulling back slightly, your foreheads touching.
"You terrify me, Y/N," he responded with a mischievous smile, which remained intact as he leaned in for another kiss.
They say the third time's a charm.
Hopefully, that's actually true.
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spiderfunkz · 1 year ago
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okokok i know this next one is the same song but i just had this idea 🥹, you totally don't even have to do this one.
just an idea.
what about like, a moodboard inspired by buzzcut season with the marauders, like the whole friendgroup. since the song's about lorde's summers with her friends and how they'd get buzzcuts.
idk i thought it's be cute.
-victoria
<3 congrats, again. 🥳
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. ˳⁺⁎˚ buzzcut season, lorde + the marauders.
🌞 spending summer with the marauders. seeing their matching buzzcuts. collecting bugs & worms with peter to scare sirius. picking flowers with james. going to waterfalls. climbing trees. melted chocolate. mis-matched socks. finding puddles of water to jump in. muddy shoes. having picnics together. listening to remus' playlist. collecting memories in forms of polaroids. admiring sunrises & sunsets. hiking. matching color-coded converses.
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ohwowimlonley · 11 months ago
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more public sex with james please 🙏🙏
No :)
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Everyone is piled onto one large L shaped sofa in James’ living room, despite there being plenty of other seats available. James says it’s because you get the best view of the TV from where you are, but you’re convinced it’s some kind of ploy.
Sirius is sat to the left of you, James to your right and Remus to his right. There’s a pink sherpa blanket over your thighs, one that you’d offeredto the boys on either side of you, but they’d both refused, with Sirius claiming that he doesn’t need a blanket to watch a horror movie, and James saying he’d let you know if he gets too cold.
In all honesty, you’re not at all interested in the movie playing on the TV screen, despite the fact that you were allowed to pick the movie, one you knew would scare the life out of Sirius and Remus.
James’ thigh has been pressed to yours for the past fifteen minutes, and even through the expensive matierial of the blanket you can feel the heat that he’s somehow always radiating. It’s distracting, really, the way he touches you just oh so casually, like there’s no intention behind it at all. But you know better. There’s no way that he just so happens to repeatedly brush his hand slightly too high when stroking your thigh over the top of the blanket.
Quickly, but as nonchalantly as possible, you throw the blanket over his lap too, and swing your right leg over his knees. He’s suggested doing this sort of thing before; touching eachother in front of the boys, and you’ve always been eager but too apprehensive to actually try it yet.
“You sure about this?” James knows what you want. Somehow, he can always just tell. His hand is already underneath your skirt, on the brink of prodding the waistband of your panties. His lips are on your earlobe, breath fanning all the way down your neck and giving you goosebumps, “we can just go upstairs, you know the boys won’t mind,”
You don’t trust your voice. If you try to speak now, the sound that will come out will be nowhere near appropriate, so you just nod, slow and meek, and keep your eyes flitting to the boys on either side of you.
Your subtleties last not even a minute. The second James’ calloused fingers make contact with your clit, you let out a low, warbling whinge. All three marauder boys look at eachother and snicker. You don’t care about them knowing any more, you just smush your cheek against your boyfriend’s muscled pec.
“Needy, s’she?” Sirius has that toothy grin on, one that all the marauders know to be his ‘thinking dirty thoughts’ smile, “Moony can sort that out, y’know?”
You prove his point only moments later by grinding yourself against James’ fingers. He slips them over your slit, up, down, up, down, and finally allows them to circle around your empty, aching hole. A simply unholy sound leaves your mouth when he slips a finger inside, all the way in until his palm brushes your clit.
“Let them have their fun, pads,” Remus tuts, stretching his gangly arm around you and James to flick him on the shoulder, “you’re havin’ fun with Prongsie, aren’t you pet?”
“Yeah,” it’s barely even understandable, the high pitched preen you let out, but the boys always get you. James leans down, nosing alond your jawline and letting his teeth drag on the topmost part of your neck. He takes out his finger, and replaces it with two of them.
“Gonna show the boys how pretty you sound when you cum, love?” His fingers speed up, tapping against your gummy walls and grinding against your sweet spot. His other hand reaches round and tugs experimentally on the blanket still covering your modesty. He only removes it for the boys to see when you nod frantically against his chest.
“Already? Not even been five minutes, sweetness,” Sirius teases, eyes widening when he sees your pussy contract at his words.
“I think she just likes the attention,” James curls his fingers, using his knees to spread your legs further apart to show you off to his friends, “s’that it, honey? Y’want the boys to watch you get all desperate for my fingers? Want one of them to have a turn next?”
You choke back a sob as you finally cum around James’ fingers, barely even hearing the boys’ gasps of wonder as you gush creamyness around the rim of your puffy hole.
“So,” Remus clears his throat, “my turn?”
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jameskinniesrise · 2 months ago
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𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐄 𝐌𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐍 - 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐔𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐂𝐎.
❝sirius, i have heels higher than your standards.❞
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cheekyboybeth · 3 months ago
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Jegulus Moodboard
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In honour of jegulus day, I made this moodboard. Have a wonderful jegulus day everyone!
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