#a love letter to james potter

[jamesunderwater]

OK I am preparing to post the love letter to James Potter fic, which, for a fic i wrote in like 30 hours, I am oddly attached to

here is hoping people actually read it (': and like it (':

here is also hoping I can now return to writing the things I actually meant to be writing

[moonyswarmsweaters]

Regulus Black’s biography

[ervotica]

i just KNOW james potter is the most possessive mf to date 👀 thinking about him marking you up so everyone knows he fucks you GODAMN

Oh he so would, can imagine him after class pulling you into a vacant room and closing the door; he’s visibly upset, maybe someone else was staring at you a little too long for his liking. James isn’t a violent guy, but he thinks he might become one for you.

He’s on you in an instant, sucking dark marks that bloom beneath his lips into your neck, collarbones, behind your ears, in the hollow of your throat.

“You’re fucking mine, don’t you dare forget it.”

He fucks you hard and then lets you go, back to your next class. No one looks at you there, no one ever looks at you again, and you both know exactly why.

[bloodbruise]

regulus sending james little videos of him getting himself off while james is at work

oh this is... yeah this is it.

he changes it up. sending james videos of him languidly stroking his cock and whining lowly. hips jerking into his hand with a wobbly, "fuck- james." or videos of him, legs spread and three fingers inside himself, with the caption 'they don't feel as good as yours :(' sometimes its one of him desperately grinding into the mattress, high pitched cries muffled by the bed sheets. he's sending pictures too. ones of him messy, cum covering his hands and chest after getting himself off. or texts of 'come home soon daddy <3' followed by pictures of him in lingerie—with pretty lace and pink bows that make james fucking feral. all of it does really, no matter what regulus sends. james thinks he must have been born with innate wiring that inevitably makes his brain short circuit whenever he sees regulus naked.

reg is a bastard too, sending them when he knows james is in a meeting. tries to see if he can get him weak, get him to send a 'christ love, you're gonna kill me' or an 'add another finger' the unspoken 'and send me another video once you do' clear to regulus. or, if he's already weak, see if he can get james to break. get him to excuse himself from the meeting and fumble into his office. to not even bother locking the door before shoving his pants down and wrapping a hand around himself. to use the last of his functioning brain cells to press the call button next to regulus' name; before dipping into arousal-induced drunkness at the sounds of regulus' moans and pictures on his phone.

[courfee]

for day 9 and 26 of @jeguluskinktoberr <3

[fuckmymunson]

Could you do virgin!reader x james potter where he shows her how to touch herself? If you're comfortable ofc!

💌: Yeah but only because I feel guilty for not posting /j.

💌; 18+!, smut, minors DNI. Fingering, tit sucking 🫶🏻.

"Spread your legs wider… yeah that's it" James says with a soft smile. "Good girl" He adds pushing his glasses over his nose.

Your fingers slid up and down your slick pussy, feeling absolutely mortified by being so exposed. This was a bad idea from the beginning, but, there was something about being watched and instructed by James that was thrilling.

And lowkey… hot.

"Now circle your clit with your index finger" James commands, his smile widening when you comply almost instantly. "See? Is that easy"

The way he talks is so sweet in contrast with the filthy way he looks at you. The pressure on your clit makes you release a shaky breath, as your eyes close. You don't hear him moving, and when you open them again James is standing next to you at the edge of the bed.

"Don't close your eyes" His tone his still sweet but firm. "Speed up"

And you do. Tight, fast circles on your clit work wonders. Your body shakes with pleasure, the good feeling crashing in small waves. Your chest rises with longing and that desirable climax is building on your lower stomach.

"Put one finger in" James says in a low, husky voice, leaning closer. He is now sitting at the edge. He presses a soft kiss on your forehead, smirking against your glowing skin.

Following instructions, it doesn't even hurt when you do so. The wet sensation of your tight pussy squeezing your finger it's rather foreign, since it's probably the second time you ever fingered yourself; Something James found baffling.

"Does it feel good?" He purrs in your ear, running his fingers over your neck down to your collarbone.

His index and thumb find your hardened nipple, pinching very slightly. You moan at the feeling, stopping the movements in your pussy for a second. "Don't stop, princess" He says. You resume your movements, sliding your single digit in and out your dripping cunt. "Good girl… now add another finger"

With a slight sting of panic, you nod subtly. Your middle finger joins the first one and this time it adds the tiniest bit of stretch. The discomfort quickly melts when James replaces his fingers on your nipple with his mouth. His tongue flicks the hard nub with practiced ease, enjoying the breathless gasp that escapes your plump lips.

"See? It feels good" He says against your breast, licking it a bit more. "We need to loosen you up a bit more darling, or else my cock won't fit your tight little pussy"

His bold words send another wave of wetness between your legs, as your wrist speeds up a little. "Curve your fingers upwards princess" James then instructs, licking your nipple in the process. His hand sneaks down in between your thighs and his thumb quickly finds your clit.

"Feel that baby?" He murmurs, rubbing lazy circles over your clit. "That's your G-spot"

Then it hits you, and your whole body curves upwards. This is a whole different sensation. You moan louder than before, and James has to bite back a laugh, purposely ignoring the uncomfortable hard on he has inside his trousers right now.

"Keep going, make yourself feel good princess" James says one last time before returning your mouth to your tits and speeding up his motions over your clit.

He sucks on your tits and nipples until they're harder than ever and almost swollen, James absolutely adores your tits, he could suck on them for hours.

Your fingers move and move and every single stroke over that spot James just showed you feels like touching heaven. The wet sounds of your pussy dripping down with desire are sinful and borderline obscene. You begin to moan a bit louder, as your eyes roll to the back of your skull.

James applies more pressure on your swollen bundle of nerves, sending you to another state of pleasure that you could only imagine in your dirtiest fantasies.

The orgasm crashes into your body and every nerve without warning. Crying his name in delight you shut your eyes, the force of your climax forcing your legs to snap close and shiver. Your fingers are now covered in your release, glistening under the dim lights of the room.

"See? Good girl" He praises you, kissing your lips lovingly. James grabs your hand from between your thighs and brings it up to his mouth, licking your fingers clean and humming at the taste of you.

"Are you ready for my cock?"

Sorry for any mistakes! English is not my first language. Thank you for reading!˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

[reguluskeys]

jegulus snippet - 1036 words - i’m a very amateur writer </3

cw: self hatred (im projecting)

cody if you see this no u don’t

The moment James saw Regulus in the astronomy tower that night, he knew something was off. He had his legs to his chest and was resting his head on top, staring at the stars. James slowly walked towards him, and sat down with one leg dangling over the edge.

Regulus either didn’t notice him or was simply choosing to ignore him, so James tried again to get his attention.

“Reg? You ok?” James nudged the boy's shoulder. When Regulus finally looked over, James saw the face he’d seen a million times from Sirius, only- well it was different. While James could read every signal on Sirius’ face to know exactly how he was feeling, Regulus seemed to have a wall up. His lips were pressed into a line and his eyebrows were knit together into almost a scowl, but his eyes… His eyes were filled with a deep sadness that James wished he could pluck from Regulus and give to himself, just to never see it on the boy again.

Regulus’ eyes flickered, looking James over, before turning back to the night sky. “I’m fine,” he mumbled. James let the silence sit between them for a minute as he too stared at the Stars. He wondered if Regulus or Sirius were out tonight.

“Well… Something’s definitely wrong… but you don’t have to talk about it! I’ll be your ‘shoulder to cry on or whatever they say!” James gave Regulus a smile that could melt anyone’s heart.

Regulus tried to hide the small smile but James caught it immediately and laughed. “Oh! Is that a smile? Did Regulus Black just smile?” Regulus rolled his eyes but the smile didn’t fall. “Well this must go in the history books. Wizards for generations must learn of the- dare I say gorgeous - smile that you have. Personally, I feel blessed-!” Regulus cut him off with an elbow to the stomach but James just kept laughing.

“Shut up!” Regulus said, laughter in his voice. “My smile isn't- it's not ‘gorgeous.’” He let one of his legs fall and dangle over the edge, mirroring James.

“Uhm, yes it is! You even give Sirius a run for his money! Don't tell Remus I said that. Or Sirius.” At the mention of his brothers name, the smile on Regulus’ face faltered. James immediately noticed.

“Hey, you ok? Did I say something wrong?” James leaned towards Regulus and lightly put his hand on the boys shoulder. Regulus tensed and went slightly red, though James barely noticed.

“I’m fine,” he paused for a moment. “Merlin it’s just, why does Sirius treat me like I'm still 9?!” Regulus let out a frustrated groan and let the other leg fall over the edge. “Yes, I love Sirius and I want to make amends but I can fight my own battles, I can make my own decisions! He acts like I'm still the crybaby who would sneak into his room at night because I was scared a bogart was in my room, or the kid who never spoke to anyone but him because I was scared to embarrass myself.”

Though it was probably not the best moment, James was enchanted by Regulus. He’d never heard the boy speak that many words at once, let alone the amount of passion and emotion.

“I love him but sometimes I just want to strangle him or drown him in the lake!” Regulus made a vague gesture, strangling the air in front of him as though it was Sirius’ neck. James let out a small snort that Regulus thought sounded weirdly similar to that of a stag, but the thought was overtaken by the sudden embarrassment. His face was suddenly bright red.

“Well now that someone has heard my incoherent ramblings about my brother I must either kill you or myself, and right now I'd rather it be me, so goodbye James. Tell Barty he can’t have my money.” Regulus said in a completely monotone voice and began to stand up on the ledge.

“Hey wait! If you kill yourself now you’ll never be able to beat gryffindor at the quidditch match- well not that you would, i’m the best captain the schools ever seen, but you wouldn’t even get to try!” James scrambled to pull Regulus back down next to him. Regulus huffed and rolled his eyes.

“Fine, i won’t kill myself. But in exchange for you hearing that… I need to hear one of your secrets now. Not that James Potter would have much to hide.” Regulus rolled his eyes and James let out a chuckle.

James had never been a private person, everyone knew when he liked a girl or if he hated a class. Everyone could tell when a marauders prank was about to be in motion because James simply did not have a poker face.

There was one thing though. Something not even Sirius knew. His small smile didn’t falter as he looked straight ahead and spoke.

“Sometimes, I really, really hate myself.” James spoke in a calm voice, as if he’d just stated his favorite color, and not something that had just shattered Regulus’ view of the entire world. The boy just stared at James, and when he finally realized Regulus wasn’t going to say anything, he continued.

“Don’t get me wrong, I don't think I'm a bad person… I have great parents, great friends, I get good marks, I'm a quidditch captain, and if I tried hard enough I could get almost any girl I wanted, but…” James moved his glasses off his face and held them infront of him. “I don’t know I guess, sometimes there’s just something in the back of my brain telling me i’m a terrible person- that everything I do is wrong or that i’m not doing enough. Then I think about all the things i’m lucky enough to have and I hate myself even more for even having those feelings in the first place.”

Regulus took a moment to truly look at James. Not the dumb-jock facade he showed the school, no he looked at the James who despite being the embodiment of sunshine, was burning inside. The James who had bad days and the James who sometimes hated himself.

[loserboyfriendrjl]

James put on his coat. His stubble had started growing out, yet his glasses were as askew as they always were, a reminder that even though they were changing, at their core, they were still the same.

“I should be back in a few hours,” He said, kissing the top of Lily’s head and ruffling Padfoot’s fur as he ran a hand through his hair. “And then I’ll be home. For the time being.”

Lily hummed, turning her head to kiss his lips. “Take care,” She shouted, as James made his way to the door.

“I always do,” He grinned, blowing her one last kiss before closing the door behind him.

Padfoot nudged her with his snout. Lily looked down at him, grey eyes meeting her green ones.

“Did you want something?” She asked; she still found the Animagus thing amusing.

She had read about it, obviously, but she never considered the transformation process in itself; it was very complicated Transfiguration. Yet, who had considered it were her husband and his friends, who had managed to get the hang of the complicated magic at the age of fifteen, no less. The huge, black dog lying down on her couch, who had previously been napping, was Sirius. Peter was a rat, which seemed quite useless to Lily, and her husband was a bloody stag, out of all things, which had been amusing and how she finally understood the strange nicknames they had given each other.

March came with the blooming of flowers and the feeling of their baby starting to kick. In a rush of excitement, she and James had fully decorated their child’s bedroom in hues of blues and browns, because clearly, if both their parents liked those colours, they were bound to, too, right? And even if it wasn’t so, it wasn’t like changes were impossible. That night, they slept skin to skin and whispered to each other sweet nothings and everything.

Padfoot nudged her side with his snout, and Lily rubbed between his ears, the way James told her he liked it, which made him let out a pleased, low growl.

“Do you want to feel the baby kick?” She asked, looking down at him, although she wasn’t exactly sure whether Sirius — Padfoot — could understand her.

It seemed like he could, though, for he gingerly placed his head on her stomach and waited patiently. Lily smiled, petting the dark fur down his back and scratching him from time to time.

Suddenly, his head shot up, and he looked at Lily with his big, grey eyes. She hummed, smiling.

“Yeah, that’s them. You’re gonna be meeting them in no time, considering I’m about halfway through. Now,” She said, getting up and going to the kitchen, Padfoot following her, his tail eagerly wagging, “would you like something to eat?”

[florenceafternoon]

I think it’s really lovely that they chose to love.

I like reading about them because it helps me enjoy life. Like here’s this day, it’s cold and your dad’s shouting through the walls, your sister is crying in the bathroom, your mum is dead tired and you feel guilty about buying lunch instead of packing something to eat.

Then you lay in bed with the electric blanket on and boom! Jily bantering between arguments over the state of the world, but it’s okay because you know that in every rendition of the story they love each other. Like that’s so lovely.

I grew up with parents that should have gotten divorced. But here are these two characters that despite all the shit, grew to embody the word romance.

Jily is a warm hug after walking to the bus stop on foggy mornings.

[enbysiriusblack]

to all the boy's i've loved before but its james potter.

[mars-shifts]

AHHHHHH

[jamesunderwater]

@nena-96 I accidentally hit copy & paste on this snippet from A Love Letter to James Potter. oooops:

James woke up just as the shimmering figure burst through his wall. Though he’d never seen her patronus, James recognized Lily’s voice immediately. She sounded so panicked, he couldn’t even process that it was a doe standing before him. “James, I– Can you come? I know it’s late, I’m sorry. I just–” He was already out of bed and half-dressed when the message cut off without warning.

[padfootastic]

excuse you james potter has perfect abs and thick thighs AND a lil belly pouch and the comfiest arms known to mankind and he does The Jaw Thing and his shoulders have dimples and so does his lower back and his calves are unnaturally toned and his pecs are bigger than you’d imagine and—

[vomits0cutely]

“Letter to my 13 year old self”

But it’s actually James Potter.

[slitheringghost]

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dracula, bram stoker // harry potter and the deathly hallows (see more hp and dracula parallels in this post)

[moonymiel]

regulus and remus start of every pride month with a platonic lil snogging sorry i don’t make the rules