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HEAR ME OUT EVERYONE

I consider it a sin that there are no fanfics of James Potter as Flynn Rider and Prince Naveen

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i just remembered i have a portuguese test tmr

FUCK

university is treating me like shit and the only thing that can make me feel better is writing more james smut

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university is treating me like shit and the only thing that can make me feel better is writing more james smut

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✮. *. ⋆ remus lupin masterlist

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— tutor!remus being kinda mean to you

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hii I love ur writing style! begging u to please write some mean!remus or tutor!remus? maybe both? <3

tutor!remus being kinda mean to you *. ⋆ 0.7k words

a/n: thanks for the request, lovely! this gives me more like rivals to lovers kind of vibe, but i hope i still made him justice<3

cw: none, just reader struggling academically. and maybe remus being a little bitch ksjdksdj. not proofread!

"you know you could've already sorted this out if you had studied, right?" remus bickers.

you look away from your paper and see him with a stupid smirk plastered on his face.

"well, believe it or not, i did study for this"

you've been on and on like this for the past three hours, many of the students you saw ocuppying the tables when you came to the library are longer gone, probably because it's late and they aren't struggling in class as much as you are.

"yeah, it doesn't seem like it. you're just wasting my time." he doesn't look up from his book, but you catch him rolling his eyes in annoyance.

"not everyone is a smartass as you are, lupin" your hand curls around your quill.

he finally looks at you and frowns "i told you not to call me that"

you notice you've hit a nerve and can't help the smile that creeps on your face. you might not know a lot about this guy, but if there's something remus lupin hates with passion is people insulting his intelligence.

"i'm just saying i was perfectly fine by my own, i don't need an arrogant prick telling me everything i do is wrong." you add.

"i think that got very much clear when i was asked to help you with the finals." his voice carries a condescending tone that makes you want to slap him right on his pretty face.

sadly, he's right, you'd been at the verge of failing history of magic several times by now, and the professor had made it very clear that this was your last chance. you couldn't afford to do the bare minimum again, even if that meant spending every evening at the library with remus, much to your dismay.

"and i'm sure my cry for help didn't include you criticizing me every chance you get."

a little smirk forms in the corner of his mouth. "what can i say, it's more entertaining that way."  his hand moves from his lap and turns the page of the novel before returning to its position.

"god, you really are insufferable." he ignores you, silently proclaming that his lecture is more important than whatever you've been trying to memorize for nearly half an hour.

you debate internally, if this is how he's gonna be the entire time he's helping you, it's better to look for another tutor. or in the worst of the cases, study all by yourself.

yep, you've had enough.

so you start gathering your things and stuffing them on your bag. your parchment paper, your wand, and even the colourful sticky notes you got somewhere because you really wanted to take this matter seriously.

out of a sudden, his hand goes straight up to your arm, catching it right before you take your quill and ink from the table.

his hold stays on your wrist for a second, his fingers touching that exact spot where he could easily feel you pulse acelerating. his eyes fixate into yours and they seem to soften for a moment before it disappears.

he clears his throat and lets go your arm. you find yourself missing the warmth of his skin agaisnt yours, but you set that feeling aside. why would you want to be closer to him? he's been unbearable ever since he met you.

"can't take a fucking joke, huh?" he gulps.

"not when you keep portraying it as if everything was so easy and i were just a fucking bimbo with no idea of what she's doing." your voice comes out harsher than you would've anticipated, but hey, he's the one infurating you.

he sighs and looks down at your packed stuff before tilting his head, a sign for you to sit down.

"alright, i'll help you."

his book is now closed on the table, and he waits for you to answer.

"well, thank you." he ignores your sarcastic tone and keeps observing you get your papers out again.

the ambient feels a bit tense, and remus kind of perceives it as he breakes the silence once again.

"just don't make such a fuss about it." you can't help but roll your eyes again, and this time a grin forms in your face.

remus doesn't notice it, and if he does he doesn't say anything about it. he opens this heavy book you'd been revising all day and starts reading right where you left it.

his raspy voice echoes through the empty room, and maybe it's the soft light from the candles iluminating part of his face.

maybe it's the fact that you're trapped with him until the exams finish.

but suddenly, he doesn't seem so bad.

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happy birthday to the love of my life nd the only reason i'm still alive<33

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university is killing me and i just want a cigarette and to fuck james potter

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another brahms!simon riley fic is in the works💋

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can someone pls tell me when did we reach 102 followers?? wtf

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today started my last year at university and i'm fucking exhausted:((

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another himbo!james fic posted !! tbh it took me like 5 days to write it cause i've been binge watching dexter soo...

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all brawn, no brain. himbo!james potter x reader

in which james is rewarded for being such a good boy quidditch player

cw: smut. unprotected sex. piv. porn with a bit of plot (if you squint). lingerie?. nipple play. dry humping. riding. kinda needy james. tiny little bit of degradation. praise. cursing.

a/n: any feedback is very much appreciated<3 remember my first language isn't english. not proofread !

james' lips on your neck tickle you as he kisses, bites and marks your tender skin. it's been like this for 10 minutes and he makes you whine a couple times before you remember the main reason you're in his dorm instead of the party downstairs. you gasp.

"jamie, wait! i have a surprise for you!" you grab him by the neck and he groans.

"hmph, want you to stay here, i've been wanting to fuck you since this morning." he frowns.

you giggle. "james, you fucked me this morning!"

"exactly! i just want to spend every minute of every day inside you. is that too much to ask for?" he tries to continue his assault on your neck but you get off him before he succeeds.

"yeah, but you won today's match, remember? and my good boy deserves a reward." you praise him, completely aware that he's unable to resist to that.

inmediately after those words leave your mouth, he feels his cheeks warming and his eyes getting glossy, it's almost ridiculous how flustered you can make him with just a few simple words.

"i won't take long, okay?" you caress his cheek and he presses his face against it, like a small animal looking for a cuddle.

"m'okay." he whispers, and you grab the small bag from your things before entering the bathroom.

you take the few things out as fast as you can: a light pink silky nightgown with white lace as the straps and in the borders, and a pretty pair of panties of the same colour to match.

you put on every piece carefully, spraying yourself with a new perfume you bought along with the other garments, all thinking about this precise night.

you fix your hair a bit and check yourself in the mirror before getting out of the bathroom, your tummy fluttering with anticipation for james' reaction.

he's now laying down on his bed with his arms on top of his eyes, and he prompts on his elbows when he hears your steps.

he freezes as soon as he sees you, his eyes being the only part of him that keep moving to check you out from head to toe.

"woah angel, you're... woah." he gulps. his eyes big like saucers fixate on your thighs, where the tiny piece of clothing ends with a subtle slit on the side.

his face makes you giggle again.

"i'll take that as a compliment." you stand still for a moment before straddling him, and he focuses on your lower half when the silky material bunches around your hips, pressing your covered pussy against the material of his pants.

"shit, angel, you look stunning." his hands grab you by the hips as you push his chest to the bed.

"you were so good for me out there, baby," you say, your nails going up and down his chest. he shivers. "i've never been so proud of you."

he looks at you through his lashes and moans as you start to rock your hips on his lap, you feel yourself getting wet at the sight of james' pretty eyes watching you with such intensity.

you move your body in a slow, circular motion until you can feel your boyfriend's hard cock through his clothes and your now damped underwear.

he whines again when you start playing with the zipper of his jeans.

"what baby? tell me what you need." your sweet voice is like honey to his ears.

"please angel, please." he hooks the straps of your nightie with his fingers and pulls them down, leaving your bare tits under his sight.

"oh baby, there's not a single though in there, huh?" you mock him. "my pretty, dumb baby, so good at quidditch yet so stupid when you're with me."

he impulses himself up till his face is buried in your chest. he rolls one of your nipples between his fingers while he sucks and toys with the other using his warm tongue.

you let him be for a few minutes and continue pressing your body against his until he's gasping and biting the hard peaks on your breasts.

"okay baby, that's enough." you take him by the head and push him again to the bed, and you feel his eyes on you as you unbutton his pants.

he lets out a groan when you free his hard cock from his boxers and take it in your hands, the substitution of the restrain of his clothes for the feeling of your warm skin making him more needy, if that's even possible.

you stroke him a few times until you see pearly drops of precum on his tip, using your legs to positionate your dripping core just above him.

you hook your panties to the side and lower down slowly, slapping his cock against your clit a few times before putting him at your entrance.

with every inch that you take, james' breath acelerates and his grip on your hips tightens. your heart slams heavily inside your chest until you've taken him down to the base, you wait a few seconds to try and acommodate to his size before starting to bounce up and down at an almost desperate pace.

"oh god. c'mon angel, faster, pleasepleaseplease!" his faces scrunches in pleasure as he begs, he's always so utterly cute like this, so desperate and letting you use him to get off.

your nails claws at his chest, leaving red traces all the way from his pecs to his v-line.

a whine escapes your throat when his tip kisses that spongy spot inside you that makes you clench around him, and he lets out an almost feral sound.

his hips keep meeting your pace pounding in and out of you while his hands explore and squeeze every part of you that he can get. the sound of slapping from your bodies fills the room until that so familiar, primal sensation starts to form deep in your core.

"oh fuck, jamie, i'm gonna cum, you're gonna make me cum baby." your moans get embarrasingly loud as that knot inside you tightens more and more.

"gonna cum too, angel, please! i want it so bad!" you feel his dick throb and a tear runs down james' face.

"yeah baby, cum with me, your so so so good!" you move one, two, three more times until the pressure snaps and you're cumming all over your boyfriend's cock.

the feeling of your arousal and cum dripping and coating his member it's enough for james to spill his warm seed inside you in mere seconds, and you moan at the overwhelming sensation of being filled up.

you both stay connected like that to try and control your panting breaths. out of a sudden, james takes one of your hands and gives it a few pecks while smiling.

"now i can say i really feel like a champion, angel”

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HEAR ME OUT Y'ALL

challengers except i'm in it and it's quidditch and it's james potter and sirius black and remus lupin and me

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it's almost ready ya'll !!

wanted to finish it yesterday but i went out with a friend and we kinda got drunk lol

i might be writing another himbo!james smut drabble

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what if i said... i'm in the mood for poly!wolfstar x reader??

(enjoy this pic i found on pinterest)

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i might be writing another himbo!james smut drabble

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as sweet as honey. himbo!james potter x reader

in which james loves his kitty daughter a little too much for your liking

cw: fluff. kissing. a tiny bit suggestive, not smut though. a little angsty, james being dramatic. what can i say your enemy is a cat.

a/n: tysm to the wonderful @superbusmeretrix for helping me figure out honey's name lmao. remember that my requests are open and any feedback is very much appreciated ! english isn't my first language. not proofread.

the sound of tiny paws echoes across the room as a small ball of black fur gets closer to the bed and into your vision, letting out a minuscule meow that catches james' attention.

"there you are honey, where were you hiding?" he gets off of you to pick up the small kitty, forgetting entirely the make out sesion you were having a few seconds ago.

honey, named like that because she's the sweetest —according to james' words, 'cause she absolutely hates you— meows again as if she's giving him an answer.

"aww honey, you just want some love, don't you?" he gives her little head a small peck.

you keep staring at him hoping that he notices you, but his attention is totally focused on the adorable animal.

"i want some love too, you know? and you were giving it to me like five minutes ago." you remind him playfully, and you swear that you see honey frowning at you.

"angel! don't talk about that when she's here!" he reprehends you.

"about what? sex?"

inmediately after you say it, james covers the cat's ears and gives you an escandalous look.

"don't mention that in front of her! she's too little to know about those things." his focus returns to the kitty when she meows again.

you are astonished about the situation. it's almost funny how james can make you feel like the other woman to a fucking cat.

"jamie, you do realize that you have a half naked girl in your bed," you tell him sweetly. "and you're choosing to pay more attention to a pet?!" you end the sentence with a harsh tone.

he looks at you like you just said the most harmful thing to him.

"angel, how many times i have to tell you? she's not just a pet. she's my daughter. no, actually, she's our daughter!" he says sweetly and holds honey in front of you for you to take her.

"ah ah, absolutely not. she's yours. you know she despises me!" you point at her as if she was the personified version of evil.

"you know that's not true, angel. she loves you! here." he tries to get her closer to you but honey lets out a small hiss.

"ha! told ya!" you exclaim and smile triumphantly.

"she only has to get used to you," he excuses her. "you haven't been the nicest person to her either."

"we've been dating over a year now! and she keeps looking at me bad or hissing at me or even sharpening her claws on my shoes!" you argue even though you know this is a lost battle. nothing can beat james' love for his baby.

"that was one time and she was deeply sorry." he excuses her again.

"she meowed at me one time, and i'm sure it was because you were holding her. that wasn't an apology." you cross your arms and look the other way.

"don't be like that angel, could you please look at me?" he begs.

you wait a few seconds and hesitate before turning around, seeing james now holding honey with one hand against his chest and his free arm extended for you to rest by his side.

"c'mere, my love." he tells you, and you melt at the softness of his voice.

you move at the end of the bed and sit beside james, his arm inmediately wrapping around you, and you rest your head on his shoulder.

"i love you, you know that, right?" he asks you, you nod and close your eyes. you feel a peck on your forehead.

"i love both of you, equally, so pleasee would you try to get on well?" he squeezes your forearm, and you can't help the little smile forming on your face as you watch over honey, finding her already looking at you. and suddenly, she doesn't look as wicked as always.

"hmph, i guess i could try."

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