when james and regulus get married, they don’t tell anyone.
they’re both rich and pretentious and a bit snobby, so everyone expects them to have a massively expensive and well-planned ceremony. and initially, that’s what they were going to do.
and then one night they’re lying in bed together, and james turns over and says “let’s get married in the morning” and regulus, without missing a beat, says “okay.”
they get dressed up and head to the courthouse, recite their vows in a private room and sign the necessary papers, and then they go home. they cook and drink wine and have their first dance in their kitchen, illuminated by the golden glow of the setting sun, and it’s all perfect.
it’s all they need, and they don’t have to wait any longer for their forever.
in regards to perv!marauders . . . theyd so get off on the more innocent pics of you— it could be a polaroid of you smiling and it’d be covered in cum by the end of the summer bcos your innocence is so hot to them
i am losing my mind at the thought of this. the mere thought of corrupting you torments perv!marauders and something about the contrast of their filth paired with your seemingly pure disposition makes their cock throb.
the photo usually always comprises you beaming, presumably looking up at them through the camera, batting your eyelashes prettily, looking so radiant and cute. i can picture a photo of you leaning against their palm, their large hands caressing your cheek while you peer up at them. maybe it’s that sleepy look of yours; maybe it’s your flushed face or your puffy, watery eyes; or perhaps it’s the gloss on your lips that makes you look so girly and kissable that has them groaning into their pillow as they fist their aching cock late into the night, feverish and frantic to cum to the sight of you.
it's not only your innocence that gets them off, but it's the thought of ruining it that drives them to the edge. all of them would repeatedly fantasize about making you just as desperate as they are for you. they want nothing more than for you to look up at them—a betrayed, foggy look in your lust-filled eyes—begging them to take you again because three rounds simply aren’t enough and you're far too addicted to their cocks stretching out your ruined cunt to stop.
Sorry to all those "sirius can sing" stans...but headcannon sirius black sounds like a dying cat singing in the shower and he thinks he sounds angelic...and james changes the subject when he brings it up, peter runs out of the room and remus never shuts up ab how he actually sounds like he's being murdered when he sings "Is there Life On Mars?" by David Bowie
I can't explain to you how much the James Potter Fics had altered my perception of boys, like... The fact that, all I know, if they don't pass the James Potter checklist and fit most of his characteristics, I immediately don't like them. And I'm not joking, I realized, for example, most of the fictional characters that I have a crush on now, have a James Potter kinda of vibe. It is stressful because the possibility of meeting someone who fits all the boxes is literally impossible... so... I'm gonna die alone, basically...
omg i wouls sell my soul for more mean bf sirius with corruption kink💔💔💔
mean bf sirius who introduces you to the marauders and lets remus and james fondle ur tits and ass whenever they want, patting your cheek when u look up at him with those maddening—thoughtless doe eyes :(
“they just really like you, puppy”
or or or waking up to the marauders low groans and the tip of their cocks slapping against your naked body and face, sirius laughing breathlessly at how flustered and helpless u look :(
“this is what good girls do, pretty. just lay there n look dumb for us, yeah? helps us cum faster,”
james has a scar beneath his ribs because regulus carved his initials into his skin, and then he frequently reopened the wound for months until he was sure it would be permanent