#Chat: James

[xmadnesswithin]

❝ i wasn’t hurt that badly. the doctor said all my bleeding was internal. that’s where the blood’s supposed to be. ❞

@potentialbreakupscng

Sirius gave a weak chuckle, still rattled from the near miss. He'd seen James hurt dozens of times, and they'd both had far worse injuries, but it was the first that had required a Healer since they'd admitted their feelings weren't entirely platonic. They'd gotten him settled in his bed at home, where he was meant to rest for the next couple days. He was seated next to his bed, hand in his, while Moony clattered around in the kitchen downstairs making tea.

"Shut up, Prongs. No bleeding is ideal, you prat." He leaned to kiss him, partially to shut him up, partially out of relief that he was okay. He stayed close even after, nuzzling into him, the gesture still slightly doglike even in his human form. "Do not make me and Moony spell you to this bed. You know we'll do it, and then we'll all have a laugh at you. You need to rest."

[moonysspectacles]

[ BUILD ]: sender and receiver embark upon a DIY building project together.

@potentialbreakupscng

Much as Remus had dreaded leaving Hogwarts, worried it would send all of his closest friends drifting away over time, the opposite seemed to have happened. He was cautiously excited about all of them renting a house together. Adding Lily to the arrangement would be no problem for him. He'd always gotten on well with her; he just worried she didn't know what she was getting into with the four of them. He'd had seven years in Gryffindor Tower, and there weren't words to describe it.

Moving had been chaos, and the following week was little better as they figured out what needed to be painted and repaired, or realized just how little actual furniture they had among them. Remus found himself staring between the pieces of a dresser laid out on the floor and the instructions, which may as well have been written in some alien language for all the sense they made. They were, in fact, written in Swedish, which had not been an elective at Hogwarts. He'd have had better luck deciphering them if they'd been translated into Ancient Runes.

"It cannot be this complicated to put together furniture." And yet. He squinted, tilting his head slightly as though that would help. "Those pegs must go in those holes there, right?"

[grimmusings]

"Save a dance for me?" - ginny x harry

Seventh year showed a marked shift in, well, everything. The problems of the Wizarding World outside of Hogwarts suddenly seemed much more real and close than they had before, and her responsibilities at Hogwarts had nearly doubled. Lily would admit she had her doubts when James Potter was named Head Boy, but she'd been pleasantly surprised by the way he rose to the occasion. He was no longer the swaggering show-off who'd bullied Severus in their fifth year. Truthfully, it had been a long time since Lily thought of him that way.

The Gryffindor common room was crowded with people celebrating their first Quidditch win, and Lily hadn't even bothered trying to rein in the noise or the illicit drinking. (She didn't even want to know how Potter's friends had pulled that one off.) They deserved something to celebrate, something to keep their minds off the war brewing outside of school. She was swaying to the music with a butterbeer in hand, a voice pulling her gaze around. Think of the devil and he shall appear. As much to her surprise as anyone's, she smiled, holding out her free hand to him. "No time like the present, Potter."

[justadandy-lion]

For as long as I can remember I just wanted to do what I thought was right.(James)

@jamesmnicholls

It was surreal to have a friend back from the dead. Leo was still reeling from James's reappearance, but with everything they'd been through, he was willing to take the win where they could get it. James was alive. It didn't really matter how. It didn't even matter that he'd lied to them about it. Not really. He'd take a friend who was living and never spoke to him again over a dead one any damn day of the week. Deep down, he knew Will felt the same way, but their Sergeant had always felt things more deeply than the rest of them. He'd tempered some since the accident, but Leo had spent a lot of years wondering whether that heart of his was going to burn him out someday.

"Not to get all philosophical on you, but… the right thing can be situational. Maybe you did what was right for you at the time. Being who you were at the time, with everything you'd just been through, maybe it was the only choice you could have made." He shrugged, a little smile at the corner of his mouth. This was what came of living in a bookstore and refusing to set foot outside. Leo lived more in books than in the world these days. What he was really saying was that he understood, though, and he didn't hold the choice against him. "Sarge'll come around," he added, in case that was what was bothering him. "You know him. He's just gotta work off his feelings about it first. We missed you."

[bestgreatestdestiny]

Saw a text convo on here the other day and I could only see these three idiots having this interaction

[ttroubledwaters]

it's 3 in the morning but regulus just called him "Jamie" for the first time

[likeprongstostars]

jegulus aquarium date has been haunting me

[f1ormulaone]

I was watching the 2011 Canadian gp and then, Jumpscare fuckboy James vowles???????

[siriusbpadfoot]

"Believe it or not, that's the second proposal I've had to run away on my bike this week," Sirius replied with a small laugh. Though he knew James was joking Sirius did seem to have something in him that brought out the escapism in others. He laughed softly, shaking his head slowly. "Are you sure you want me influencing a young child?" he joked lightly. Truth be told, Sirius loved children. It was a shock to himself honestly, having come from such an unloving family, but the second Nymphadora was born he felt a love unlike anything else. He would do absolutely anything to protect that little girl, whatever it cost. Still, he had absolutely no intentions of having a child of his own. But James child? That was as close as he could get. "Just another adventure," Sirius agreed, nodding. "We couldn't let things get too boring."

"Let's finally use that bike of yours. I'm picturing us riding off into some French sunset. What do you think?" he grinned, head thrown back against the couch, a chuckle escaping him. Time spent with Sirius, who knew him inside and out, was rarely anything but good. Choosing him as godfather hadn't even been a question. James had no siblings, and while Lily had Petunia, he wanted Sirius to fill that close role for their child. Watching pure happiness spread across Sirius's face made it all worthwhile. "Yeah, you," he chuckled, ignoring the ache in his throat, mirroring their shared moment. If he were to be vulnerable, it would be with Sirius. James shrugged, still grinning. "You're all right, you know. Can't have a boring child and can't do this without some help. Plus, if this kid is as rambunctious as everyone's saying, might as well keep you busy too." James leaned into the couch. "Just another adventure together, right?"

[cynsbasement]

practice doodles with a new brush :3

[blackcatsandlockets]

Person: You don't look Mexican.

James: *mocking* i dOn'T lOoK mExiCaN

James: Well wtf did you expect me to look like? A taco?

[xmadnesswithin]

“ I’m fine. I just got excited and stopped breathing. ”

@potentialbreakupscng

A year ago, Sirius would have been a lot more concerned about James proposing to Lily, worried that it was going to take his best friend, his brother for all intents and purposes, away from him. Jealousy had plagued the beginning of their courtship. Sirius had never been great at sharing, and he had resented her for coming between James and the Marauders, his chosen family. It took time to realize that Lily took away nothing from them; she only added with her presence, clever and kind as she was, and she brought out the better sides of all of them, James in particular.

But he was nothing but happy for them now. There was a tinge of sadness at seeing that their time all living together in the big ramshackle house was drawing to a close, but it was overshadowed by excitement for what came next. James and Lily were getting married (assuming she said yes, but Sirius took that for a given), and he'd already started looking at flats with Moony. (Naturally, his paramour favored the one above a bookshop.) Today was about planning the engagement though, and Sirius was all in helping him prepare.

A relieved bark of a laugh slipped past his lips. He'd seen James in just about every state imaginable after living together for more than a decade, but he'd had him worried for a moment. "If you're this excited to plan it, how are you going to hold it together long enough to actually ask her?"

[veevil]

I'm slowly emptying my drafts from old art

[bandtrees]

streamed the james somerton apology video for a vc of 9 friends, as we watched i made an ms paint quilt to capture the emotional journey

[thedevilsoftruth]

I'm Gonna Win

B. Barnes x f! Reader

Sum: You lose a battle to your husband when you foolishly ask him to come back into the house after he's been working on the broken fence around your house all day.

Smut tags/warnings: complete and utter smut with no plot, oral sex ( f receiving, ) vaginal fingering, Bucky being a smart ass per usual, dirty talk, outdoor sex ( it's fine because yall live on private property, ) sex on the tailgate of Buckys truck?? Not beta read.

A/n: Yeah, I was feeling lazy today, so I quickly whipped this up. I also listened to the album Four by Foreigner like 2 times while writing this, and my favorite song off that album is I'm Gonna Win and it's kinda sexy and just set a good vibe for this fic. Enjoy!

Mdni!! I am not responsible for what you find on the internet.

[ My Marvel request box is back currently open. Please see my pinned post for additional information regarding my request rules. ]

It was late afternoon, almost 7pm, and your husband Bucky was still outside working on the broken fence surrounding your house. He'd been working on it all day, almost without any breaks. You were a bit worried, but you knew better than to ask him to stop working. Once he started a project, it was hard to pull him away from it. Especially when he had OCD.

But it was getting late now, and you missed your husband's company, so you decided to call him inside.

" Bucky, " you called out for him from the front porch. He glanced at you from his shoulder for a second before he went back to looking at the fence.

" yeah? "

He was pulling at some weeds that had curled around the fence.

" You gonna come inside soon, hon? " You asked him, looking at him with curved, worried brows. " It's getting late. "

" Too busy. " He responded with another quick glance at you as he snipped off the weeds. You highly anticipated those two words to be his answer. " Too busy " was a common phrase he used towards you.

You sighed, looking down at the ground for a moment as you thought of what you were gonna do. As much as you loved the man, and as much you loved how he worked around the house so much because he looked so sexy doing it , you were worried about him overworking himself.

You decided to just go for it, and you walked out into the wet grass in your front yard, the slippery blades of grass feeling cold against your bare feet. You stood next to him and crossed your arms over your chest, tiling your head and frowning at him.

" James. Come back inside the house. " You told him in a stern voice that told him you were serious. He proceeded to shake his head, and he rummaged through his toolbox for something.

" Toooo busy! " He repeated with a slight sliver of a mock-tone. Your eyebrows furrowed and you put your hands on your hips. You hated how stubborn he could get sometimes.

" James Buchanan Barnes! " You huffed at him angrily. His head snapped towards you as you used his full name. " You will come back inside the house right this instance, mister! " You told him, your voice a bit pitched as you spoke, pointing your finger towards the house.

But he wasn't swayed. In fact, his mind immediately went to how silly you looked talking to him like that. Slowly, his lips twitched and curled up into a wicked smirk. A smirk you knew too well. Whatever he was going to say next wasn't gonna be nice.

" You look cute like that, you know? " He said, catching you off guard. He looked up and down your body, his smirk turning into a full on tooth grin. " All demanding 'n stuff. "

He swept his palms together and dusted his jeans off as he stood up. You back away a bit, your face falling as he towered over you. It was so easy for him to get you to hush your mouth. Especially because you never really scared him, even when you tried so hard.

" aw, you've gone quiet now. " He grinned, stepping forward and reaching his hand out for your face. His thumb ran against your cheekbone, and he bent down to your height to kiss you. His lips lightly brushed against yours, his beard scratching against your skin.

" Cat got your tongue, gorgeous? " He asked against your lips, his grin only impossiblly growing. But you weren't going down without a fight, even though both you and your panties couldn't argue that you were extremely turned on.

" This isn't over, mister. " You grumbled at him, squinting your eyes and furrowing your brows, trying to come off as intimidating. But that wasn't going to sway him, either.

" You're right, " he said, his hot breath fanning over your lips. " It's not over. "

Then--he bent down to pick you up by your thighs and he threw you over his shoulders. You squirmed and lightly hit his back with your fists, your legs dangling down the front of his body, almost completely at his mercy.

" Hey--you--" you tried to speak but he cut you off with a gentle swat to your ass that made you yelp. You huffed and your body tensed in his arms. Before you knew it, you were being thrown down onto the pulled down tailgate of your husband's pickup truck.

" You gonna keep up your cute little protests or are you gonna finally hush your mouth like a good girl? " He questioned, running his vibranium hand down your bare thigh, the coldness of it sending shivers down your spine. It was crazy how quickly he was able to get you to shut up, and you couldn't deny that little known fact between you both. So you pursed your lips together tightly and you nodded your head. Bucky grinned once more and leaned back, his mind racing with ideas of what he could do to you.

" Atta girl. " He praised, his hands gliding across your thighs, one cold and one warn. The contrast was always something so interesting and unique for you to feel. You could feel a slight warm looking at your abdomen as your husband's fingers tugged at the waistband of your shorts.

" May I take these off, gorgeous? " He asked you in a slightly lower, more intimate tone. Your eyes met, and you nodded slowly again, lifting your hips up so he had easier access. He took it as a sign, and in a matter of seconds, he stripped you of your shorts. The shorts were barley a source of warmth in the cold nightly air, but with them off, you felt even colder--more exposed.

The little wet spot on your panties sent Bucky's cock twitching in his pants. He bit his lip as he stared down at it, his metal arm gently moving your legs apart with the push of your knee so he could get a better look at you.

" look at that, " he breathed. " I haven't even touched you yet, and you're already soaked just by my voice. "

He wasn't wrong. The way he spoke to you and the words he chose when he spoke to you were enough to make you cum without any physical movement, and you were very aware of that fact.

He ran his thumb down your clothed slit, staring down at you as he moved his hand against you. You moaned softly when his thumb started moving your clit up and down. Your cunt was already aching for him, begging for him to touch you.

He slipped his hand past the lining of your panties, and his thumb then hauled up and down your dripping folds. Your lips parted, and you looked up at him through your brows, propping yourself up by your hands. He was looking back at you, the air between you both thickening as he prodded the tip of his thumb against your entrance.

But then, he stopped momentarily, and his fingers drifted to your hips were they then curled around the waistband of your panties.

" lift up. " he told you, tugging on your underwear. You quickly obliged, eger to feel him around you without any restrictions. He gently rolled the garment down your legs, and added them to the pile of your clothes on the tailgate of his truck.

He smiled when his eyes fell onto your cunt, wet and glistening under the moonlight. He gulped hard and slid his thick thumb back down to your core, toying with your tiny, aching clit. You whined at the contact, your hips instinctively bucking towards his hand.

" Such a cute little thing. " He muttered, stepping back a bit before bending down over the tailgate, lowering his head between your thighs. You watched him go down, the muscles in your cunt tensing before his wet tongue glided down your folds. Your breath hitched and your hands drifted onto his head, your fingers light curling into his dark hair.

His tongue rolled and flicked up your little bud with a harsh pressure, making your head fall back and your eyes flutter shut. Bucky slowly slid two of his thick, metal fingers into your warmth as his mouth worked on your cunt. You moaned out load, the sound low and coming from deep within your chest.

" Bu-bucky.. " you moaned his name sweetly, the sound going straight to his cock and making him throb. " I don't want you to strain your hands or arms with this. " You panted. " You've already worked so hard with them today. "

God he loved how sweet you were, always caring for him. He shook his head against you; a way to tell you not to worry, but also a way to tease you with his mouth. You moaned softly as he did so.

" Well I don't mind working harder if it means pleasing my girl. " He spoke against your cunt, giving your flesh little pecks. " Besides, I can't feeling nothing in this arm in the first place. "

And with that, his metal fingers sunk into you deeper and slowly began pumping into you as he licked you up. You bit your finger, your hips bucking into his face, shamelessly grinding against him. He smiled against your pussy, laying his tongue down on you flat as you moved against him.

You tugged onto his hair, his fingers curling up into your sweet spot, eliciting a rather loud moan out of you. He then put his flesh hand on your hip, holding you down and keeping you steady without moving too much.

Bucky's lips trailed messy kisses down your slit before they latched onto your tiny little bud, sucking at it gently. You gasped and curled your fingers further into his scalp, urging him to go faster. He took the sign and took it well, pumping his fingers into you harder and faster.

" God, your pussy's so sweet, baby. " He moaned into your folds, pecking at your flesh and pulling on it gently with his lips. He pulled his fingers out just a little below their tips before he shoved them back in, making your eyes roll back and your mouth hang open in pure ecstacy. Your thighs clenched around his face and you chanted his name through broken, loud moans.

" Yeah, that's right, baby. " He chuckled into your pussy, the vibrations making your little center ache for him. " Let me hear you. Ain't nobody around to hear ya but me. "

His hot, wet tongue flicked up and down your shivering clit, his thick middle fingers curling into you in just the right spot. Your moans turned to little whimpers and pants, your chest heaving up and down heavily. Stars were flooding your vision from the back of your eyes as he sucked down on your cunt, the loud, noisy, wet sounds of it making you wetter and wetter.

Bucky could feel your sex contracting around his fingers and squeezing him tight. He smirked, knowing that that could only mean one thing; you were about to cum. And, he was gonna make sure that you came hard.

" Oh shit, honey. " He gasped against your pussy. " You gonna cum soon, pretty girl? "

His eyes flicked up to meet yours, dark and desperate. You were too busy keeping yours shut and craning your neck back to notice him. You opened your dry mouth, and let out a breathy, " uh-huh " with the nod of your head. He gave your clit a few kisses before pulling away from you briefly.

" That's good, but I want you to keep your pretty little eyes on me until you finish on me, okay? " He told you, running his flesh hand over your stomach soothingly. You nodded your head, and with that, he was right back at work.

He flicked his metal fingers in a forward-backward movement inside you, his lips sucking and licking your sensitive little bud. His eyes never left yours, and even though it was so hard not to close them and look away, you never once tire your eyes off his.

Your hips began stuttering against his face, your thighs jerking and shaking around his head uncontrollably. Little hums and pleased groans left Bucky's mouth as he gently shook his head against your pussy. Your moans became more desperate as the sensations became a bit too intense for you. You wanted to pull away from him, but you knew it was easier to do that than just sit there and take it.

Then, his fingers pushed into your sweet spot once more and he began sucking on your over-sensitive clit. You let out a strangled moan, your toes curling in the air as pleasure washed over your body.

And then, you fell apart.

Your breath came out in shuddering pants as your heated, milky juices came flooding your husband's mouth and your senses. You let your back fall limply on the tailgate, your hips quivering against his face and your entire body shaking as you came down from your high.

" There's my pretty girl. So, so, good, honey. " he moaned into you, lapping up your dripping folds. His tongue picked up every last drop of cum that came out of you, and it did so greedily, like someone was going to take you from him. When he was done, he gave your cunt one last kiss before he stood back up.

" Feeling good? " He asked you, rubbing your shaking thighs gently. You put your hand on your forehead in exasperation, chuckling through your short breath.

" Always. " You told him. He grinned.

" Good. "

Bucky crawled up over your body, the tailgate shaking slightly under your combined weight. He straddled your waist and leaned down to kiss you deeply, taking your breath away once again. You weakly slid your hand up his vibranium arm, moaning softly into his mouth as his flesh hand came up to cup your breast under your sweatshirt.

" And remember, honey, " he began, trailing wet kisses down your cheek. " you know you can't win a fight like that with me. " His thumb twirled around your nipple, making you gasp into his mouth and your back arch.

" Because I'm always going to win. "