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trohpi · 1 year ago
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wolfstardoe microfic [cross-posted on ao3]
@marauders-rarepair-fics • june 28: potion • 996 words
Dorcas shoulders her bag as she walks down the hall when her eyes immediately land on three familiar heads of hair sitting outside the Hospital Wing.
“What did you do now?” she sighs. James, Peter, and Remus flinch and whip around to face her, clearly surprised by her sudden appearance. Remus is the first to recover, his shock melting into an awkward chuckle.
“It was James’ fault, cariad, I swear.”
“Uh-huh. Let me guess, some poor sap is in there after a prank gone wrong and you lot are waiting out here for McGonagall to arrive?” She says, rolling her eyes fondly when her boyfriend and his friends just stare at her sheepishly in lieu of a reply.
“Right. Where’s Sirius gone off to, then? He manage to escape McGonagall’s wrath for once?”
“Er… About that… There was a bit of a potions accident,” James says guiltily, eyes darting to the Hospital Wing entrance, and all at once everything clicks.
Dorcas’ eyes widen as her knuckles tighten around the strap of her bag.
“He’s fine!” James rushes out at her visible panic. “He’s just… not quite himself. Botched love potion experiment exploded all over him. Poppy kicked us out until she can figure out how to reverse the effects.”
Dorcas lets out a shaky breath. “Fuck you for scaring me like that, James Potter, and fuck that. I don’t give a toss what Pomfrey has to say.”
“I’m not sure she’ll take kindly to that sentiment,” Peter says hesitantly. Dorcas ignores him.
“Come on, Remus. We’re going to see our boyfriend,” she says firmly, leaving no room for arguments as she storms over to the closed Hospital Wing. Remus scrambles to follow her.
“Cariad,” he says to her while she pushes the doors open. “Don’t be startled if he does or says anything unusual.”
Dorcas opens her mouth to say something along the lines of ‘Everything Sirius does is unusual,’ when she’s cut off by the ecstatic shout of, “Moony! Doe-eyes! You’re here!”
The doors had swung open to reveal Sirius a few beds down, whose face is lit up with pure delight. He tries to scramble off the bed only to be shoved back down by an exasperated Madam Pomfrey. She whirls around to face them with a stern look.
“I said no visitors,” she reprimands. Remus’ face melts into that wide-eyed ‘innocent’ look that is anything but.
“I know, Poppy, but Dorcas and I were just so worried about him. Please, can we stay?” he says pitifully, and Dorcas has to bite her lip to stop from grinning. Pomfrey softens a little, forever sympathetic to one Remus Lupin.
“Oh, alright,” she sighs. “But no funny business! Mr. Black needs his rest.”
“Of course, Poppy. Thank you.”
With that, she leaves and the three of them are alone in the room. Immediately, Sirius tries clumsily to get up once again and Remus rushes to his bedside, gently shoving him back down. Dorcas follows close behind, still anxious despite herself.
“You need to stay in bed, Pads, remember?” he says softly, and Sirius melts into the thin sheets. He stares up at Remus reverently, pupils so large they nearly eclipse the cool grey of his eyes.
“You’re so beautiful, I love you so much. Do you know that? I hope you know that,” Sirius says in a single breath and Remus bites back a grin.
“Yeah, I know that, fy calon.”
Dorcas chuckles a bit, relaxing at the sight of her unharmed love-drunk boyfriend. Said boyfriend whips his head over at the sound of her laughter and his whole face lights up.
“Doe. Doey. Doe-eyes.” Sirius reaches out blindly to grab her hand. She takes pity on him and slips her hand in his own, stumbling slightly when he tugs on it insistently.
“Yes, love?”
“I love you, I love you so much. Your eyes are so pretty, like— like chocolate. I love you, did I say that already? Come lay with me.” He tugs on her again, this time sending her stumbling into the bed.
“Christ, Sirius,” Remus breathes, rushing to stabilise her only for Sirius to tug again. Dorcas collapses on his chest with a laugh and he hums happily.
“S’alright, Rem. He’s just an impatient sap right now.” Dorcas pushes up to resituate herself and Sirius grumbles. “Oh, stop it. I’m just getting comfortable, I’m not leaving.”
“Oh, that’s good, then, that’s lovely,” Sirius sighs, closing his eyes contentedly. “You’re so lovely.”
“I know I am,” Dorcas grins as she rests her head on his shoulder. She looks to Remus, who is watching the two of them with a soft and loving expression, and teases, “Don’t you think so, Rem?”
“Moons,” Sirius’ eyes shoot open with a thrilled gasp. “You have to join us. Come cuddle, please?”
Remus stares distrustfully at the already-crowded twin bed. “I’m not sure I’ll fit, darling.”
“Please, Moony,” Sirius whines pitifully.
Dorcas snickers. “Yeah, Moony, come join us.”
Remus sighs, accepts his fate, and crawls on top of his two partners. It’s not comfortable by a long shot. No, gangly limbs dig into torsos, curly hair falls into faces, yet Sirius has never looked so content. He squirms delightedly under them which has the unfortunate side-effect of disrupting their precarious cuddle pile, nearly sending Remus to the floor.
“I love you guys, you know?” Sirius sighs dreamily, eyes falling shut. Dorcas giggles, meeting her other boyfriend’s eyes which are bright with humour.
“Yeah, Pads, we know, don’t worry.”
She reaches forward to grasp one of Remus’ hands, entangling their fingers on Sirius’ chest. He gently squeezes her hand and she sighs happily. Dorcas lets her eyes fall shut as she basks in the warmth of her partners, fully intending to enjoy this as much as possible before Madam Pomfrey returns to boot them out.
And if Remus and Dorcas happen to steal James’ cloak come nightfall and sneak back in, well, that’s no one’s business but their own.
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prongss78 · 4 months ago
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barty, stealing the marauder's map and figuring out how to open it- because of course he would, he's a genius- and seeing james and regulus suspiciously close together in the astronomy tower, dorcas and marlene in the gryffindor girls dorms incredibly close together, and pandora and lily also very close together in the ravenclaw dorms- not to mention, remus and sirius in a broom closet on top of each other, and peter and gilderoy in the gryffindor dorms also suspiciously close together-
barty, lying in bed half on-top of evan, fully naked: wow, did you know that all of our friends and all of our friend's friends are gay??
evan, who has been running his fingers through barty's hair for the better half of an hour: shocking
barty: i know! and they're all being little freaks right now!
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deswhomst · 13 days ago
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starchaser98 · 10 months ago
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"Not every ship has to be gay!"
Girl you're using TUMBLR. THE gayland. What did you expect?
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moonyswarmsweaters · 7 months ago
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Gryffindor quidditch practice Remus: *gazing at Sirius* Gods above he’s hot…
Regulus: *gazing at James* Isn’t he, though?
Dorcas: *overhearing them* Who’s so hot?
Remus and Regulus in unison without looking away from their crushes: Your mom.
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the-original-gays · 1 year ago
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James was the mum friend in a "wraps you in a soft blanket and makes you tea when you're not feeling well" way.
Sirius needed someone to love him.
Remus needed someone to accept him.
Peter needed someone to value him.
And James made sure each of them went to bed smiling.
Regulus was the mum friend in a "chasing you around the house screaming at you to not put forks in the plug sockets" way.
Evan had no regard for safety, his own or others.
Barty has no impulse control.
Pandora did dangerous experiments on a daily basis.
Dorcas would do just about anything if you paid her enough.
And Regulus was just trying to keep those fucking idiots alive.
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sspadfoot · 11 months ago
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The Marauders doing the trauma dumping sweet trend on TikTok
Sirius: My names Sirius and my parents used to torture me as a punishment until I had to run away and I brought haribos
Remus: My names Remus and when I was 5 I was bit by a werewolf because he hated my dad and I brought sour patch kids
Peter: My names Peter and I was tortured until I joined a fascist cult and I brought giant strawberries
James: My names James and my boyfriend broke up with my to join the cult because his parents told him to and I brought jolly ranchers
Regulus: My names Regulus and I’m that boyfriend. I also tried to drown myself on multiple occasions and I brought marshmallows
Barty: My names Barty and I was imperioed by my dad for most of my life, until I became crazy, and I brought twizzlers
Evan: My names Evan and I was forced by my parents to join a cult and I brought rainbow laces cause we’re all fruity
Pandora: My names Pandora and I can see the future so I saw all of my friends and family die and I brought skittles
Dorcas: My names Dorcas and my girlfriend was killed by one of my oldest friends and then I had to go face to face with the leader of the cult and I brought airheads
Lily: My names lily and my sister hated me for most of my life and I had a horrible toxic best friend who called me slurs and I brought nerds
Marlene: My names Marlene and I was killed by my best friend, my sister was also kidnapped and tortured and I brought Reeces
Mary: My names Mary and I was obliviated by my headteacher and I don’t remember why and I brought squashies
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themischiefcollective · 4 months ago
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Have some Dorlene Marauders fan art🤭
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(You can buy this as a print on my shop which is linked in my bio if you’re interested)
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juleswritesstuff · 3 months ago
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The Pillow Contract
James Potter seems to have found the best pillow on earth. You.
james potter x fem!reader
warnings: none
James Potter liked to consider himself a man of simple pleasures. 
A good meal ? Heaven. A lazy Sunday spent wrapped in a blanket burrito ? Perfection. A well-timed, sarcastic remark ? Chef’s kiss.
But above all else, there was one thing James had come to love more than anything in the world.
Your chest.
Well, you as a whole, of course. Body and soul alike. He was not a bloody prick, thank you very much. 
He loved you for you, not just for the flawless vessel that carried your golden heart and your beautiful mind.
But he couldn't help the way he was especially drawn to the perfection that peeked from your neckline when your shirt hung a little lower than usual.
And he also could not, in good conscience, ignore the life-altering comfort that was that perfection.
Now, to be clear, James wasn’t just some guy obsessed with his girlfriend’s body –okay, maybe he was a little addicted. 
But, come on, who could blame him when you were said girlfriend ? 
He was supposed to be a bit obsessed with you, right ? That’s what every person in their sane, right and helplessly in love mind would be about their partner, no ? 
Was that just him ? 
Ok, fine, maybe he was a bit of a simp (read, you had him at your feet). So what ? 
He liked it exactly like that. Sue him.
But this ? This was different. 
This wasn’t just about attraction or some primal male instinct. No, this was about something sacred.
This was about comfort.
The kind that he’d accidentally stumbled upon one evening when you had curled up next to him on the couch, and his head had somehow –miraculously– ended up resting right on your chest.
That’s when he had discovered it.
The Holy Grail of pillows. The pinnacle of all headrests.
Your chest was perfect. 
Warm. Soft. Inviting.
It had been life-changing. Existence-altering. World-stopping.
And in that moment, with his head resting against the softest, most heavenly cushion known to mankind, and your heart beating under his ear like a lullaby, James had made a decision.
He was never going back to regular pillows again.
Ever.
The problem was, he didn’t exactly know how to turn this into a permanent arrangement without looking like an absolute fool.
Which, really, was ironic, because James didn’t mind acting like the biggest dumbass in the world when it came to you. Not even a tiny bit.
The man had zero shame, and zero chill when you were involved.
If he had to beg ? Done.
If he had to bribe you with kisses ? Oh no, how awful.
If he had to declare his undying devotion in front of his friends and suffer their relentless teasing ? Call Sirius and Remus over, he was ready to suffer.
If he had to wear one of those, frankly quite obnoxious --yes, even for him-- ‘I ❤️ My Girlfriend’ shirts in public just because you wanted him to suffer a bit for forgetting the chores ? Consider it his new favorite outfit.
He’d do anything and everything –yes, even sacrificing his dignity in front of Pads and Moony– if it meant putting a smile on your face (and making you agree to be used as a headrest for the rest of your life. But let’s just say that was a teeny, tiny, wonderful bonus if the case ever came to be).
Tonight was his chance, he told himself.
You were already curled up on the couch, wearing one of his hoodies, your legs tucked beneath you as you scrolled through your phone. The dim lighting of the room cast a soft glow over you, and James took a moment to appreciate the scene. 
Because, honestly ? You looked really good.
Too good.
Like, unfairly good.
The hoodie –his hoodie, the one he had technically claimed as his favorite, but which spent more time on your body than his closet– was slightly oversized on you, slipping off one shoulder in a way that made his brain short-circuit for a second.
This was his moment.
You were comfortable. The couch was comfortable. 
And your chest ? Well, that was a level of bliss he had yet to find anywhere else in the world.
Time to execute: Operation Smothered by Heaven.
Ok, the name was a little ridiculous. But, to his defence, he had been a little distracted while thinking about it –the dress you were wearing mysteriously met the floor not even five minutes after he had taken a glimpse of you– and his brain had refused to work at his full potential.
Something that he absolutely couldn’t let happen now. 
Not when the fate of his comfort and sanity was at such a high risk.
That’s why he casually –so casually– stretched like a giant cat just waking up from a nap, letting out an exaggerated yawn before –still ever so nonchalantly, of course– leaning closer.
And would you look at that ? His head, as if drawn by an invisible magnetic force he absolutely had no control on –God forbid– found its way to your chest.
It was seamless. 
Flawless execution.
Absolutely fucking nailed that.
He gave himself a mental high five.
Operation Smothered by Heaven: officially successful.
“Wow. Smooth” you blinked down at him, amused.
James grinned but didn’t move. Not even an inch. Nope. 
He had claimed his rightful place, and there was no going back now.
“What can I say ? Gravity is a powerful thing” he purred, his voice smug, his eyes half-lidded like a cat who had just found the warmest sunspot in the house.
“Ah, I see. So this is all gravity’s fault, then ?”
“Absolutely” he confirmed, burrowing his face in just a little more “I have no control over it. Pure science”
You snorted, shaking your head, but you didn’t push him away. 
Of course you didn’t.
If anything, you shifted slightly, letting your arm drape around his back, your fingers absentmindedly tracing along his spine. He hummed in approval, his whole body melting against yours like ice under the warm sunlight of a summer’s day.
Because the thing James didn’t know –or, at the very least, seemed to forget– was that he wore his heart on his sleeve. Always.
James Potter and secret scheming ? Not a good match. 
Not a match at all, actually. But you still liked watching him try.
And with the way he had been ogling you for the past week, it really wasn’t hard to figure out what had been brewing in that ridiculously pretty head of his.
His thoughtful frown, the way his brows scrunched together, his deep-in-thought lip-biting. James had looked like he was trying to crack some highly classified government code.
Except the code in question was you.
Or, more specifically, that area right below your neck that seemed to steal his attention more times then it should've been considered healthy.
Subtle, he was not.
He had been studying you. Analyzing the way your sweaters dipped lower when you leaned forward, the way the fabric of your shirts clung to your curves, the way–
God.
James had the audacity to look like he was pondering the meaning of life when, really, all he was trying to find was an excuse.
Funny how he could’ve just asked.
It wasn’t like you would have refused him.
Hell, you didn’t even think you possessed the ability to refuse him. To refuse him anything, really.
But your smitten and extremely down-bad behavior when it came to your boyfriend was a topic for another time.
James let out a deep, satisfied sigh.
“You know” he murmured, voice slightly muffled as he nuzzled closer “I think I’ve discovered something important”
“Oh ?”
“Mhm” he tilted his head up, his expression dead serious. Like a man delivering a life-changing revelation “Your chest ? Best pillow I’ve ever used”
You raised an eyebrow, a quiet grin making its way onto your mouth. “I should be flattered, I think”
“You should be honored” he corrected, his lips quirking into a lazy smirk “I mean, it’s a very competitive market. But yours ? Easily top-tier”
You rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t hide the smile tugging at your lips. “Is that right ?”
James nodded solemnly. 
“Hell yeah, baby. I’d even write a five-star Yelp review if that were a thing”
You let out a soft laugh and slid your fingers into his hair, gently scratching at his scalp.
James immediately melted.
He let out a low, contented hum, eyes slipping shut, the tension in his body dissolving completely. You thought if he was a cat, he would’ve started purring.
“Mmh. Keep doing that, and I might never get up” he mumbled, voice already laced with drowsiness.
“Wouldn’t mind that” you teased.
Because, really, who in their right mind would complain about this ?
No one, that's who.
And surely not you.
James hummed in response, his arms tightening around your waist burying himself further into you. You could feel the steady rise and fall of his breathing, the warmth of his body seeping into yours. 
His lips brushed absentmindedly against your collarbone –a barely-there press of warmth that sent a quiet shiver down your spine.
This. This was perfection.
Then, because James Potter simply could not help himself, he tilted his head up again.
“So, uh... just out of curiosity. How often do you think I can get away with this ?”
You smirked. “That depends”
“On ?”
“How well you behave”
James’ eyes darkened slightly, though amusement still played at the edges. 
“Define behave” his voice dropped, all smooth and teasing, like he could coax an answer out of you if he said it just right.
You arched a brow, pretending to think. 
“Well, let’s see. No stealing the blankets at night. No pretending you don’t hear me when I ask you to grab something from the kitchen. And definitely no distracting me when I’m trying to get work done”
James gasped, offended.
“That last one is unreasonable and you know it”
You laughed, shaking your head. “Oh, is it ?”
“Yes. It is literally part of my rights as your boyfriend to distract you”
You hummed, pretending to ponder your decision.
“Well, if we can do nothing about that…” your hand cupped his cheek, slender fingers applying a gentle pressure to lift his face up from that cocoon of warmth he had nestled himself into.
He blinked. “I-wait. What ?”
Before he could fully register what was happening, you leaned down and captured his lips in a slow, lazy kiss.
James melted.
Like, gone. Out of commission. Absolute goner.
The smug confidence he had a second ago ? Obliterated.
His hands, which had been lazily resting at your waist, tightened, pulling you closer like he never wanted to let go. One of them trailed up your spine, fingers tangling into your hair, holding you there like this was oxygen and he needed it to breathe.
You sighed against his lips, feeling the way he shuddered, the way his grip on you tightened, like he was physically trying to keep himself from falling apart.
Like you had just ruined him.
And maybe you had.
Because when you pulled back just enough to catch your breath, James just blinked at you, dazed and utterly wrecked, lips still parted like he hadn’t quite caught up with reality yet.
You bit back a smirk.
Unbelievable.
How had this man made a full-time career out of turning you into putty, and yet one well-placed kiss had him looking like he’d just been personally blessed by the universe ?
You dragged your fingers lazily through his curls, watching the way his lashes fluttered at the sensation, the slow, dopey grin tugging at his lips.
Completely gone.
You tilted your head, murmuring teasingly against his mouth “Was that up to your standards, Mr. Five-Star Review ?”
James, still grinning –and still absolutely useless– just nodded.
"Five stars ? That was worth the entire Milky Way, baby"
You let out a laugh, and he practically glowed at the sound, his fingers flexing against your waist like he wanted to bottle it.
Then, before you could say anything else, he tilted his head, brushing his nose against yours in that infuriatingly sweet way of his.
"You know-" he murmured, voice all warm and syrupy "-if this is part of my reward system, I promise to be so good"
You smirked, fingers tracing idle patterns into the back of his neck. “Do you now ?”
James nodded solemnly, though the grin he was fighting gave him away.
“The best. Model citizen. Proper gentleman. Will hold doors, carry bags, call you milady unironically if I have to”
You snorted. Loudly.
"Now that, I need to see"
He hummed, tilting his head up like he was about to deliver the most profound statement of his life.
“Mmh. Maybe after another kiss”
Your eyes narrowed playfully. “That so ?”
He nodded again, already leaning in, his lips curling mischievously.
You let your fingers drag slowly down the back of his neck, feeling the way James shivered under your touch.
The moment stretched, thick with something warm and electric, the air between you charged in that intoxicating way it always was whenever you teased him like this.
You leaned in deliberately, lips hovering just over his, close enough that you could feel the ghost of his breath, the heat radiating off his skin.
James, for all his usual smugness, stilled, his lazy smirk faltering into something softer, deeper. His lips parting slightly, his pupils dark and expectant.
Waiting.
Wanting.
You let your gaze drop to his lips, watching as his tongue darted out just once, a quick, unconscious flick, like he was already tasting the kiss before it happened.
And, God, he was beautiful like this.
All that usual bravado stripped down to this, his sharp edges melted, his hands twitching slightly where they rested on your hips, fighting the urge to pull you closer.
His restraint was admirable.
His patience ?
Well. That was something you just had to test.
You leaned in that final inch –only for your lips to land on his cheek instead.
Soft. Chaste. Infuriating.
James let out a dramatic, suffering groan, his head thunking back against the cushions.
“Tease” he mumbled, voice hoarse, his hands finally losing their battle as they gripped your waist, fingers pressing into your sides like he was physically holding back the urge to grab your face and kiss you properly.
You pulled back just enough to grin down at him, impossibly pleased with yourself.
“What ?” you asked innocently, tilting your head “You asked for a kiss. You didn’t specify where, love”
He cracked one eye open, glowering.
“Oh, that’s dirty” he grumbled, before huffing dramatically and rolling onto his back, taking you with him.
You yelped as you landed against his chest, sprawled across him, your laughter cut off when his arms wrapped around you, pinning you against him with the strength of a human vice grip.
“James-”
“Nope” he said, shoving his face into your neck like a petulant child, muffling his words “You’re stuck here now. Actions have consequences”
You laughed, wiggling in his hold, but he just tightened his grip.
“James”
“Mmm. Nope”
“I-”
“Shh. Thinking about my suffering”
You rolled your eyes, smiling despite yourself, your fingers naturally finding their way into his curls again, scratching lightly at his scalp.
He made a sound, deep and content, his body practically melting beneath you.
“See ?” you teased, voice softening “That wasn’t so bad”
He exhaled heavily, but his hands had already started skimming over your back again, lazy and unbothered, like he’d completely forgotten why he was fake-pouting in the first place.
“Mmh” he hummed “Don't know. Still feel like you owe me”
You smirked, arching a brow. “Oh ?”
“Yeah” James sighed dramatically, finally tilting his head up again. Looking at you.
That expression.
Soft. Mischievous. A little challenging.
Maybe even a little hopeful.
Like he was just waiting for you to put him out of his misery.
You let the moment stretch for a beat longer, lips quirking.
Then, with a small, amused sigh, you finally gave in.
And kissed him properly.
For a few moments, the two of you just stayed like that, tangled together, basking in the warmth of each other’s touch.
You felt him smile against your lips before he pulled back just enough to murmur “So… hear me out”
“Oh boy” you sighed, already knowing. 
James just grinned, completely unbothered by your lack in faith in him.
“What if we made this a permanent arrangement ?”
You let out a soft laugh, tilting your head at him. “A permanent arrangement ?”
“Yeah. Like, an official thing. A contract, even” he lifted his head slightly, hie expression the picture of seriousness “Something binding. A legally recognized agreement that states you will be my official human pillow for the foreseeable future”
You stared at him, an eyebrow quirked in amusement, lips twitiching. 
“You want to draft a pillow contract ?”
James nodded, almost professionally. 
“For accountability purposes”
You rolled your eyes, a disbelieved chuckle leaving your lips before you could stop it. 
“You’re ridiculous”
“But lovable” he pointed out.
You exhaled, shaking your head, your heart betraying you with the sheer amount of fondness you felt for this man.
“Fine” you relented, rolling your eyes as if you weren’t already completely gone for him “You win. You can rest on me whenever you want”
James grinned like he’d just won the lottery, wasting no time in smacking a quick, eager kiss right on your lips.
“But” you added, poking him in the ribs “I reserve the right to move if you start drooling”
“Excuse me ?” he gasped, offended “I do not drool”
You smirked. “That’s not what the couch cushions say”
James gasped again, dramatically this time, like you had personally insulted his honor “That was one time-”
“Oh, it so wasn’t”
James pouted, pulling you even closer and pressing his forehead against yours with a grumble.
“You wound me” he muttered, a mock distraught lilt to his voice.
You grinned, the warmth of him, the smell of him, completely surrounding you as you pressed a kiss to his jaw, lingering just enough to feel the way his breath hitched.
“I think you’ll survive just fine”
He hummed, tilting his head slightly, inviting you to keep going.
So you did.
You let your lips trail along his jawline, slow and lazy, your fingers threading through the curls at the nape of his neck, scratching lightly in a way that made him melt.
“Well” James sighed, voice lower, heavier, the tiniest shiver running through him “If this is how you comfort me, I guess I’ll forgive you”
You laughed against his skin.
“How generous”
James smirked, but there was something else in his eyes now, something wicked, something that sparked just before–
Before the menace shimmied down.
Yes. Shimmied. Like a man with a mission.
“James-”
Your protest was cut off by laughter, because he was determined, wriggling lower and lower with expert precision, slipping out of your hold like a human-sized golden retriever trying to find the perfect spot on the couch.
And then, with a triumphant sigh, his head landed where he had been aiming all along–
Right on your chest.
James let out a deep, satisfied hum, snuggling in, his nose nuzzling into the soft fabric of your shirt like this was some long-lost paradise he had just returned to.
“Now we’re talking” he exhaled in sheer satisfaction, like the heaviest of weights had been lifted from his shoulders, snuggling even deeper, and muttering an appreciative “Mmh. Yep. Definitely five stars”
You blinked down at him, helpless to fight the way your heart swelled, a smile threatening to bloom against your better judgment.
“Should I start charging you for this service ?” you teased.
James hummed, content, his lips brushing absently against the skin just below your collarbone.
“I’d go broke, baby”
You let out a soft, breathy laugh, your fingers finding their way back into his hair, your nails scratching lightly at his scalp.
He groaned, pressing his face deeper into your chest, mumbling something incoherent that you were pretty sure translated to never stop doing that.
Before you could fully process how utterly whipped this man was, he pressed a soft, lingering kiss there –just because he could.
You pulled back slightly, blinking down at the mop of messy chocolate strands currently buried between your collarbones. 
“Do you make a habit of kissing all your pillows ?” you asked, voice mildly amused despite the unreasonable warmth now flooding your chest.
James, completely unashamed, grinned against you. 
“Pillows don’t usually deserve appreciation, but this one ?” his fingers traced slow, lazy patterns against your waist, his voice dropping to a reverent murmur “This one gets special treatment”
A full-body shiver rolled through you.
And James, that absolute menace, felt it.
His smirk was obnoxiously satisfied as he nuzzled in even deeper, practically purring as he molded himself further against you.
You rolled your eyes, trying –truly trying– to ignore the overwhelming affection clawing at your ribcage. And utterly failing.
“Jamie, you’re gonna choke like this” you warned playfully, fighting against yourself not to let out the endeared laugh threatening to spill.
He made a noncommittal noise, fully unbothered.
“Best way to go, honestly”
And that was it.
Not one beat missed. Not a single ounce of shame registered in his voice.
You stared wide-eyed at the mop of untamable chocolate curls right below your chin, completely bewildered by the words that had just come out of your boyfriend’s mouth.
Did this man, the actual love of your life, just casually declare that he would willingly –no, gladly– perish via boob-related asphyxiation ?
Because that was what it sounded like.
Was that a normal thing for a person to say ?
No. No, it wasn’t.
And yet—here you were.
"James"
“Mmm ?”
"James, get up"
"No"
You sighed, trying to nudge him off, but it was useless.
Because this man –this grown, six-foot, sport-trained, annoyingly fit man– was currently clinging to you like a koala experiencing its first-ever existential crisis.
And you knew –you knew– that there was no reasoning with a man who had just fully committed to making your chest his final resting place.
"James-"
"No"
"You cannot suffocate yourself on my–"
"I can and I will"
"You will not"
James lifted his head just enough to look at you with actual betrayal.
"How dare you harm a man in his final moments ?"
A stunned laugh escaped before you could stop it.
“Oh my god, you’re ridiculous”
James smirked triumphantly.
“And yet-” he murmured smugly “-you don’t seem to mind it”
He barely gave you a second to respond before he nuzzled right back in, burrowing into your chest like you were some long-lost paradise he had finally returned to.
You stared at the ceiling, dead inside.
How was this your life ?
You used to have dignity.
You used to be a strong, independent person.
And yet, somehow –somehow– you had become a glorified human mattress for your very large and very needy boyfriend.
And the worst part ?
You didn’t even mind.
You sighed deeply, fingers slipping into his hair against your better judgment. James melted immediately, exhaling in a way that was obscenely pleased. Like if he were any more relaxed, he'd have dissolved into a puddle of mushy, lovesick goo.
Then, with the solemnity of a man about to deliver a groundbreaking presidential address, he cleared his throat.
You barely had time to register the shift before he–
“Ladies” James began, his voice smooth, reverent “It’s always a pleasure”
Your mouth fell open.
Did he just–
Oh, for fuck’s sake.
“I just wanted to take a moment to express my deepest gratitude” he continued talking to your breasts, completely ignoring the look of utter disbelief and sheer horror plastered on your face and sighing dramatically “For your service. For your warmth. For providing me with the best naps of my life”
Your soul, quite frankly, left your body, just straight-up abandoned you.
“James–”
He shushed you.
Shushed you.
“I’m having a moment with my girls, baby” he whispered, like he was delivering a speech at fucking Buckingham Palace.
You gaped at him. “You are not-”
“I am” he placed a hand over his heart “They deserve it”
You had never contemplated murder so seriously in your life.
James, completely unbothered, pressed on. 
“I promise to treat you with the respect and admiration you deserve. To appreciate your softness in all its glory. To-” he paused, tilting his head “Actually, I feel like I should name you”
“For the love of God, James. Don’t you dare-”
He gasped. 
Gasped. 
“That’s a brilliant idea. Baby, why haven’t we named them ?”
You smacked his arm, your eyes so wide they threatened to fall out of your skull. “Because they are literally attached to my body ?!”
But he wasn’t listening. No, the absolute menace was thinking, brows furrowed in deep concentration.
“They deserve names that reflect their greatness. Something regal. Something powerful”
He snapped his fingers. “Got it. Thelma and Louise”
You groaned. “Absolutely fucking not”
James ignored you. 
“Or maybe Hall and Oates ?”
“I- What- Aren’t they both men ?”
“Gender’s nothing but a social construct, darling”
“Ok-”
A sudden gasp interrupted you, as if he had just discovered the meaning of life itself.
"Baby- Baby, I’ve got it"
You sighed, already regretting everything. "James, no"
"Yes" he insisted, eyes alight with the thrill of an idiot about to say something profoundly stupid "Bonnie and Clyde"
You blinked. Once. Twice. 
"You want to name ‘your girls’ after two actual criminals ?"
He nodded solemnly, as if he were making the most reasonable suggestion in the world. "Iconic criminals. Star-crossed lovers. Thrill-seekers. Just like us, babe"
"Just like us ?" you repeated, incredulous "James, they literally died in a hail of bullets"
"Tragic, right ?" he sighed dramatically, resting his cheek against your chest. "Just two outlaws against the world. Inseparable. Madly in love. Probably great at robbing banks"
You stared at him, completely dead inside. "Are you about to compare my chest to a highly coordinated armed robbery ?"
James lifted his head just enough to grin at you. 
"Well” he mused, eyes twinkling “they did steal my heart"
You were done. So done, in fact, that you just gave up entirely.
"I cannot believe this is my life" you muttered, shoving your hands over your face.
James, the absolute menace, took this as encouragement and nuzzled back in, pressing obnoxiously reverent kisses between his newly christened 'Bonnie and Clyde'.
"Rest easy, my loves" he murmured dramatically "Your legacy shall live on"
"James-"
"Shhh" he hushed, patting your side "They're outlaws, baby. They don’t play by the rules"
At that point, you seriously considered pushing him off the couch. Or out the window. 
Maybe both.
You shook your head, defeated, completely annihilated by your boyfriend’s questionable choices.
James grinned, entirely too pleased with himself. 
“Oh, come on. I’m just having a bit of fun” he chuckled lightheartedly, turning his attention back to your chest with the solemnity of a man who had just finished writing a best-selling novel “Well, ladies, whatever your names may be, just know –you have my eternal devotion”
And then, as if he hadn’t just committed the most embarrassing crime against you, he nestled back in with a satisfied hum.
You stared down at him, deadpan. 
“You’re an actual menace”
“And yet, despite that, you love me” he mumbled, already half-asleep.
You sighed, your fingers automatically sliding into his hair once again. It took him less than two seconds to turn into a puddle, his entire body going limp as he exhaled in the most ridiculously pleased way possible, like he had just been given an award for the best nap ever.
“Unfortunately” you muttered, your heart melting just a little bit too, because, yes, he was a ridiculous man, but he was your ridiculous man.
And, as much as you complained, you couldn’t deny it --having James like this, warm and completely wrapped around you, was its own kind of perfect.
The Pillow Contract (Unofficially Signed & Approved) 
Clause 1: James gets unlimited chest pillow privileges.
Clause 2: Y/n reserves the right to kick James off if he drools in his sleep.
Clause 3: Cuddles are mandatory.
Clause 4: James won't ever refer to Y/n's chest as ‘Bonnie and Clyde’ again. Penalty: annulment of Clause 1.
Hello beautiful people 💗
I have no idea of where this thing spouted from. It popped in my head, and I had to bring it to the world 😂.
This is my first attempt at a more humorous type of fic. I had so much fun writing it, and I really hope it didn't downright suck, and you had a good time reading it, too.
Let me know what you think!
Thank you for reading, and I'll catch you in the next one <3
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myrows · 5 months ago
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Just a normal day during classes
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remuslupinlovebot · 1 year ago
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marauders era p links (18+)
all links lead to p0rn !! watch at your own risk and do not watch in public
check out:
part 2
part 3
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note: these are essentially all from the pov of someone with a vagina! check out part 3 for more diverse povs
REGULUS BLACK
regulus fingering you in his dorm
regulus bouncing you on his cock
JAMES POTTER
riding james when he visits you for summer break
james celebrating a quidditch win
james absolutely devouring you as if you were his last meal on earth (this is the hottest video)
james teasing you while you’re wearing his hoodie
james stuffing you full and showing how much you mean to him
james eating his pretty girl out
SIRIUS BLACK
sirius making his girl feel good
showing sirius what a good girl you are
69’ing with sirius
sirius using his long fingers to make you cum
morning fucks with sirius
sirius fucking you at your house
REMUS LUPIN
remus fucking your face
remus fucking you in the bathroom before a full moon
riding professor lupin
getting extra credit with professor lupin
BARTY CROUCH JR
bouncing on bartys cock
barty fucking the LIFE out of you
MARLENE MCKINNON
marlene riding the life out of you
marlene making you look in the mirror as she destroys you
marlene fingering you till you’re shaking
making a sex tape with marlene
marlene eating you out
making out with marlene
LILY EVANS
fucking lily with a d!ldo
intimate but intense foreplay with lily
fucking lily in the common room
sucking mommy’s tits like a good girl
roommate lily helping you out
car sex with lily
thanking lily for date night by eating her out
lily sitting on your face <3
using mommy’s tits to cum
MARY MACDONALD
mary bringing you to heaven with her fingers
mary sending you a video while you’re on a work trip
home alone with mary
fucking mary after coming home to her all dolled up
making mary cum
eating mary out by the pool
DORCAS MEADOWES
eating dorcas out till she’s whimpering
(doesn’t really look like dorcas but it’s hot so whatever) devouring dorcas on the kitchen counter
giving dorcas special treatment after a night out
dorcas riding you
RANDOM
marlene eating lily out to give her a break from studying
pansy parkinson riding the genuine life out of you
pandora, dorcas and barty having fun when the dorms are empty
foreplay with lily and nb partner (not RLLY p0rṉ)
PLEASE LET ME KNOW IF ANY DON’T WORK!!
find part 2: here
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trohpi · 1 year ago
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guys guys guys idea: wolfstardoe (sirius x remus x dorcas)
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courfee · 1 year ago
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christmas season at the wolfstar flat
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icedcoffeebabyy · 9 months ago
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Judge: do you swear to speak the truth and nothing but the truth.
James: I do.
Judge: what are your relations with regulus black.
James: omg dare.
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crescenthistory · 7 months ago
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Marauders Era Masterlist
💌 = fluff I 📭 = angst I 📬 = hurt/comfort I 📜 = smut I 🪧 = humour
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࣪𖤐 regulus black
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ִ ࣪𖤐 barty crouch jr
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𖤐 remus lupin
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ִ ࣪𖤐 sirius black
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𖤐 marauders
includes: poly!marauders, james
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𖤐 the slytherin skittles
includes: barty, evan, regulus, dorcas, pandora (& narcissa)
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𖤐 the valkyries
includes: lily, mary, marlene (&dorcas&pandora)
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fiasco95 · 7 months ago
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Regulus on his way home from visiting James, his brother and friends in uni for the weekend.
James, drunk and full on sobbing: I miss my boyfriend! Come back!
James, holding his iPad with Regulus’ mid-laugh picture showing: Bring back my husband(boyfriend) from war (college) It’s been 5 years(5 hours) since I’ve seen him!!!
Sirius, Remus, Peter, Dorcas, Marlene & Lily:
Marlene: Godric, somebody do something about him!!!
Dorcas: Let me call Reg-
Lily: It’s literally 3AM?! Let him sleep! Just because his boyfriend is a clingy and dramatic mess-
Sirius: I’m going commit tonight, murder or su!c!de- I’m debating.
Remus: Sirius-
James, crying louder than before because he heard all of them: I WANT MY BOYFRIEND!!
Peter: Me too.
James:
Sirius, Remus, Peter, Dorcas, Marlene & Lily:
Peter, shrugging: What?
Dorcas did end up calling Reg in the middle of the night and put him on FT with James to get him to shut up so they can all go to sleep in peace.
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