#jamespotter.musings

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STEPDAD JAMES FORCED CREAMPIE… OH MY GOD i can no longer form words😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

he comes into your room at night, the soft drag of his cock and gentle sucks on your nipples slowly waking you up. you wriggle in place, “daddy?” you ask blearily, your eyelids fluttering open only to find james on top of you, his beefy arms caging you in. “what’re you doin’?”

“missed your pussy today, baby. y’r mum got me runnin’ around all day, didn’t have time to fill my little pussy.” he shushes you when you whine, squirming in place at the implication. keeping himself up with one hand, he cups your face with the other, brushing his thumb over your cheekbone and stares at your sleepy yet fearful eyes. “don’t fret, peanut, i’ll have you full in a minute. i know how much you love my cum, couldn’t leave my girl empty.”

you shake your head. “no daddy. don’t want to tonight.”

he just laughs, his chuckles turning into a low groan when your pussy flutters around him. “y’ don’t know what you’re saying, baby,” he whispers, leaning down to peck your wobbling lips. “just lemme spill in you, yeah? wanna get you all round with my babies, make you the prettiest mummy.”

“b-but—“ he kisses you deeply to keep you quiet, moaning into your mouth when he lets go and paints your insides with white. he keeps rutting into you even as you cry into his broad chest, desperate for it to take so he can leave your mum and run away with you.

[r1dd1kulus]

THEY EDITED OUT THE SAM TAT 😂 (secretly hoping he got it removed 😭)

AARON TAYLOR-JOHNSON Hero Magazine — Fabien Kruszelnicki (2022)

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do u think the marauders prefer ass or boobs?

sirius is an ass man. he just loves to squeeze at the fat until it bruises, lives to lay his head on it and bite it. he’s always biting it, smirking when you whimper and try to get away from him. it comes to a point where the only thing you wear outside the apartment are little skirts, because he loves when the breeze ruffles the ends and he gets a glimpse of your pretty bum.

james is a boobs man, obviously. he adores them, no matter their size and shape. he’s always itching to suck on them and knead them. tbh he’s also a body man in general. he just loves every inch of you, but your thighs specifically <3 they are so soft and plush, perfect earmuffs around his head when he’s between them, feasting on his favourite meal :’)

remus is a pussy man lol. he loves your pussy, loves the way your little hole always manages to fit him— even if it takes a while to get him the whole way in. he’s always cupping it, pulling you into bathrooms or dark conners and inspecting it to make sure his girl is all pretty and healthy :’)

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this is so random but i started thinking about having a baby with james and the dry spell you guys would have after birth until they’re old enough to be babysat by their uncles and the way james would literally not let go of you the entire time, trying to “make up for lost time” pls omg

i went overboard with this but i just had so much to say lol

look, james loves his baby. 100% adores him, but the little bastard hasn't let him feel or taste you for months and he's getting antsy. so when it's finally okay for sirius and remus to babysit him, james is pulling you out the door and driving back home. he even locked the doors so you have no chance of escaping.

once he throws you on the bed? oof, prepare for not being able to walk for a week. james made sure you'd spend the whole day alone, just one night wouldn't be enough for him.

he'd splay you down and run his hands and mouth all over your body, nipping and kissing every inch of you (especially your pretty thighs that feel so fluffy around his head). ooo and when he gets to your boobs? he goes insane. he's had to watch you feed your little boy and not spare him a glance, so now that he has his girls all to himself he attaches himself to them. he even mumbles little 'i missed you's to them?? like that's a normal thing to do??

he spends hours eating you out and stretching you on his thick fingers (i always imagined james with pretty big fingers so). he grunts in annoyance when you try to get away from him— he's been quite literally starving for your pussy, he needs to get his fill. he only gives you a break when your sobs and cries for him to stop get too loud.

and you're exhausted from all that (it isn't even noon) but you want to make him feel good too. your movements are sloppy and heavy, but james is so amused by your sheer will to be good for him. like you can't really get more than the tip of his cock past your lips before falling forward from exhaustion. and the cocky bastard just coos at you while bunching up your hair, kissing your nose before forcing you to rest your head on his thigh and kitten lick his cock like it's your personal lollipop. (firm believer that james doesn't really like forcing you to suck him off or stuff like that. whatever you give him always makes him feel good, and it's such a pretty sight seeing you so eager and desperate for him even though you physically can't do it on your own)

and when he finally—finally— pushes inside you? he has to take a moment because he's ready to explode just from feeling how warm and wet and tight you are for him. his head is thrown back and his jaw clenched, his chest sweaty and muscles straining with the effort of not breaking you, and he looks so pretty!! so so pretty and you start to cry because he's all yours!!

you do it in different positions: missionary, doggy, mating press, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl; any way he can twist you around, he will. he doesn't know what's hotter: the sounds you're making or the way you beg so pretty for him to fill you up with his cum. like you're cradling his face and just whispering "please, jamie, please. wanna be full of you, please give it to me. need to have you inside me all day", and shit, james has never cum so hard in his life. not even when making baby n1.

of course you take breaks between sessions, he’s not a menace (well… debatable). james carries your spent body and gives you a warm bath, then down the stairs to the kitchen. you can't really do much; just sit pretty on the mantle wearing his shirt, your fingers always wrapped around a part of him as he cooks your favourite meal <3 he feeds you little scraps and makes sure you're comfortable like the good husband he is :')

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coach!james who works at the local pre-school, coaching the little kids' football team. he encourages both boys and girls to join the team, even if the school at first only allowed boys.

coach!james who sees the new 5-year old girl watching from the side lines and asks her if she wants to try out. she gives him a shy smile and nods her head, taking his hand and kicking the ball.

coach!james who tries out the new coffee shop one early morning, his sleepy eyes meeting the pretty ones from the owner. his heart flutters inside his chest and he can’t help but stutter when he orders because god, he hasn’t seen anyone as beautiful as you.

coach!james who falls in love with the pretty mum who brought homemade cookies for everyone the day of the first match. who claps and woops for her daughter even if she misses the goal. who gives her daughter the biggest hug and picks her up in her arms when she comes running to her. who walks up to him and thanks him for giving her daughter a chance. he realises that she is the same woman from the coffee shop.

coach!james who blushes and fumbles for his words like an idiot. he can only mumble a quiet "no need to thank me" before you're fluttering away, your daughter talking your ear off as she recounts a play-by-play of the match.

coach!james who pines after you for months. he keeps going to your coffee shop, his mornings being brighter whenever you leave a smily face in his to-go mug.

coach!james who gets jealous of one of the single dad’s sitting next to you during the match, so when it’s over and you head towards him to say hi like always, he asks you out on a date. he can’t believe the words came out of his mouth like that so he stutters out an apology, but he swallows it back when you agree, your face hot when you leave a kiss on his cheek before taking your daughter’s hand and going back to your car.

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pls getting whiny with jamie at the gym 😫

SHUT UPPP yk how i feel about butt taps!! you're complaining about everything: how tired you are, how heavy he made the last few reps, how much your legs hurts, and how you just wanna go home and cuddle :(( and james is leaning over you, listening to your whines with that sweet smile he saves just for you <3 while stroking your thigh. he kisses your nose and then your lips when you pout, "jus' one more and we're done, yeah?" and pats your butt to encourage you, smirking when that makes you nod fervently :') he makes sure you know how proud he is of you when you put the weights down, and you can't help but preen bashfully and hide in his chest with a giggle <3

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tinaaaaa james 🥰 (nsfw image)

yep yep yep!! he’s laying between your thighs while you play with his hair, twirling his curls around your index before scratching his scalp. he’s almost purring, nosing your panties and he looks up at you with needy, pleading eyes.

“please baby. just lemme look, yeah? need to see my pretty girl. just see.” he grins when you nod and pulls down your underwear to your knees— he just wants to see you, after all. he sighs dreamily, “so beautiful, angel. such a pretty pussy, all for me.”

but he can’t help himself and suddenly he teases your slit with just one finger, watching as the pad disappears between your slightly damp folds. he brings it to his mouth and licks it clean, his eyes fluttering shut with contentment. and he does it again, and again, and again until you’re begging him to please eat you out :’)

and well… how can he say no?

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okay wait i need to add on to my tags on your neighbour!james post

neighbour!james who usually shovels your snow and cuts your grass without you even asking, he takes your garbage bins down the end of the driveway and fixes anything not working in your home. but then one night he looks out his window and sees a man, taking off your clothes like james can only dream of, doing things straight out of james’ fantasies... next day your walkway is piled up with snow, your garbage cans are tipped over, and james doesn’t even say hi back when you yell across your yard :( he pouts, with a frown, and stomps into his house <3 bonus points if your date’s car has been keyed

HE KEYS YOUR DATE’S CAR @:£/&;&;!!!! (wtf is wrong with me lmao)

he watches from his window as you struggle to lift the snow, your weak arms shaking. but he can’t get over the way your whole body shook when that guy made you cum, so with a scowl he turns away and leaves you to struggle.

you don’t talk for days, until one day you show up on his doorstep with homemade cookies and apologetic eyes. “i don’t know what i did but i know you’re mad at me and i’m sorry :(, please forgive me?”

and well, that pout brings him to his knees. so he invites you in, still a bit grumpy and dropping a couple of mean comments about the situation and watching you squirm. “if you’re tired of me helping you out just say so, angel. there’s no need to bring men around for me to get the hint 😔”

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reader playing with her cunnie right in front of the hidden camera stalker!james set up because she knows that it’s there 😫

you noticed the little black dot in the corner of your window a few days ago, knowing exactly who was watching you. so you start to wear more skimpy sleep clothes, switching your big sweats and old t-shirts for silk slips or just comfy cotton underwear. you even make a show of getting ready in the mornings, your movements slow and enticing, trying to get your stalker to make a move on you.

one night, you're so frustrated that he hasn't come looking for you that you decide to take things up a notch. you make sure you're settled perfectly in your bed, just wearing a your panties as you play with your nipples, pinching and flicking them until they are hard.

you spread your legs so that he has a clear view of the wet patch on your underwear, rubbing your clit over the fabric, moaning at the friction. you take off your underwear, and spread your wetness around before dipping two of your fingers inside, your other hand keeping your clit stimulated with the barest touch.

you can't stop thinking about the man behind the camera, hoping that he's watching this live. maybe he's even touching himself, wishing to be inside your dripping pussy. you imagine all the things he'd do to you, how he'd fuck you until you couldn't make a coherent sound, how he'd spend hours between your thighs, how he'd make you cry from how good he makes you feel.

you've read the notes and letters he's sent you. you know exactly what he wants from you: he wants to worship you.

it's that very thought that sends you over the edge with a loud moan, the sound of "james!" echoing in your empty room and travelling through the microphone right into his ears.

you take your fingers out and spread them apart, watching as your essence sticks to them. you put them in your mouth and lick them clean, looking straight at the camera and giving james a little wave.

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the next morning, right before leaving for work, you leave the panties from last night on the window for james to take home.

"maybe you should join me next time <3" is scribbled on a little note, the red print of your lips in the corner.

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james is such an angel he deals with your moods with a pout and a sweet kiss to your forehead, but then he has to deal with you getting sad because you were mean to him for no reason :((

no because you get so mean. there's been instances where you've said really horrible stuff and he was like "i know you don't mean it, but you need to stop" which makes you even sadder later when you've calmed down!! and your face is splotchy and wet and there's apologies falling from your lips at such a rapid pace that james can barely comprehend them!!

he just sets you down on his lap, cleans your face and your snot, nudges your oreo mcflurry forward but you feel so guilty you can't even stomach it :(( so he ends up spoon feeding you and giving you a peck with every spoonful, reassuring you that it's all in the past and he loves you and your mean streak no matter what <3

[letterstotheflre]

hello hi tina how have you been?

since you're my resident james potter enthusiast, here's a james thought:

you having a bad day, or being upset with jamie, and him peppering kisses all over your face until you relent and start giggling

why did this made me think of the kitchen scene in the atw short film when dylan hugs sadie and kisses her head 🤔 oh bc my brain is fried

“you still have it!” you point to the pocket of his jeans, the crumpled paper with a girl's phone number making an indent on the fabric.

james looks at you like you’re crazy. “what’d you want me to do, throw it on the floor and leave it there for someone else to clean?! polute the street? i was going to get rid of it once we got home!"

"there are bins on the street, you know."

james huffs. "what, you don't trust me? is that it?"

"it's not that. it's the fact that you took that paper and pocketed it like i wasn't even there."

"should i have thrown it back at her face, then?"

"yes!" you cry, an onslaught of tears threatening to fall. you turn your back to him so he doesn't get to see you break down, swallowing the sadness down harshly.

two arms wrap themselves around your waist, pulling you back into a firm chest. you exhale shakily when he presses a series of kisses on the top of your head, mumbling apologies in between each peck. "m'sorry. m'sorry i took it. m'sorry i made you sad."

he spins you around and brushes your tears away, then assaults your face with loud kisses until you huff out a laugh. "there she is," he smiles. "m'sorry, okay? if you want i'll wear a sign that says 'taken' next time we go out."

you giggle as he kisses the side of your forehead, pulling you into a hug. "that's silly," you exhale, still feeling a little hurt.

james gives you that charming look of his, and any negative thoughts wash away. "anything for you."

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Also!!! Also also also!!! Stalker!James basically making you the out of bedroom equivalent of a pillow princess!! Like he's (obsessively) watched you have to do everything yourself and its so unfair to you!!! You're his precious baby you should not have to lift a finger for anything anymore!!! (And he probably enjoys doing everything for you more than you do) And he gets offended if you washed your hair or made breakfast yourself because!!!! Thats his job!! As your soulmate!!! It is his mandate to worship you!!!

I think too much about that man

imagine how strange it is for you the first few months of dating him. like he was coming over for dinner and you opened the door with your hair still wet from your shower and he looked at you with the saddest eyes, whispering "you showered on your own?" and you're like "... yeah??" and he shakes his head, walking into your apartment and leaving the roses on the coffee table. he kisses your cheek and pats your head a little condescendingly, "you don't have to do that anymore, that's what i'm here for," he takes your hand and leads you to your bathroom (how does he know where your bathroom is?), sits you down on the toilet seat and starts blowdrying your hair.

at first you're stiff, wondering what the hell is he doing, but his fingers feel so good on your scalp that you relax and let him do his job. he's so giddy when he sees your eyes closing because he's making his baby feel good!!

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stalker!jily who sets up your boyfriend to cheat on you so you guys break up and they are watching through the secret camera set up in your dorm and they are so happy

oh? stalker!jily 👀? didn't know i needed this in my life

it was lily's idea to print a picture of your boyfriend kissing another girl at a party and send it to you. no one needs to know that they paid her to do it.

they are cuddled on the couch with the live feed open, the volume turned up to the max as they watch the both of you fighting. your boyfriend is trying to explain that this girl popped out of nowhere and threw herself at him, that he'd never cheat on you but you're not having it. you're not going to fall again for a cheater's excuses. so you kick him out and tell him that you're done and that he can, frankly, go fuck himself.

james feels a little bad when he sees you curled up in your bed, crying into your pillow. your sobs break his heart, but lily reminds him that there was no other choice; they had to make it clear to you that no one will treat you like they will.

that night, when lily's riding james, neither can stop thinking of how close they are to have you between their bodies, and how your pretty cries will be because of how good they're making you feel.

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you wanted marauders thots so here i come:

varsity lacrosse playing james potter doing his tutor y/n in the stacks of the library after a study session, but she’s totally in control xxx like he can only be touched if he gets his bio vocab right xxxxxxxx

you just want your pretty boy to pass his class :'( but he failed his last exam even after you spent hours studying with him (you even made him pretty flashcards!). to be fair, he can't really concentrate on anything but you when you're together, so what was his professor thinking by making you his tutor?

you develop a system: for every question he gets right, he gets to touch a part of you. for every question he gets wrong, you cover up. he's currently sucking on your pretty tits when you ask him "which direction does rna polymerase read?"

he doesn't even hear you. you have to pull him away from you by the hair, a whine coming from his mouth at being separated from his girls :( you repeat the question, watching as james stutters for an answer while his eyes switch back and forth between your face and your tits. he shrugs with a huff, "i don't know!"

you sigh and mark down the question on your notepad, then start buttoning up your shirt. "noo baby," he pouts and tries to grab your wrist but you pull them away. "'s not important. just-- lemme see them at least."

"sorry jamie. just want you to pass your exam, y'know that." you give him a quick kiss and lean back against the library stack. "now, what's the difference between aerobic and anaerobic respiration?"

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Ok we all know James and Sirius lived together after Sirius ran away from Grimmauld Place. Now imagine being their neighbor and aways “visiting” them and they fuck you together :,)

it all started with james who peeped into your bedroom window every morning and night :') sirius caught him one time and wouldn't stop making fun of him, until he saw you coming out of the shower in a tiny towel with your skin still dewy from the water. they became too familiar with your frustrated tears when neither yourself or any of the guys you brought back home could get you off, so they decided to take matters into their own hands.

fast forward a couple of days later, and sirius is pounding into you, calling you "a dumb little baby for not knowing how to even touch yourself. always needing daddy's help". james is cooing at you while brushing away your tears, kissing your damp cheeks and massaging your sensitive breasts, reassuring you that now that you have them you'll never need anyone else again <3

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thinking about buying your first house with james and painting the walls of an empty room. you two joke about how it could be a nursery and realize you both have been wanting that so he just takes you right then and there

you’re throwing ideas around while you paint: another office, a walk-in closet, just a storage room… until you jokingly suggest turning it into a nursery.

and james’ head moves so fast, his mouth open and his eyes wide with hope. “are you serious?”

you have to take a moment to think because you were joking when you said it, but seeing his hopeful face makes you think. you want to be a mum, and you and james have talked about the future many times, but always as a hypothetical. “i- i mean, yeah. we could start trying,” you’re flustered, even more so when james drops the brush and rushes to you.

he pushes you against the wall and kisses you hard, his hands going under your tank top and squeezing your breasts. “you’re gonna look so pretty all round with our baby,” he groans. just thinking about it makes him rock hard, his movements frantic as he takes off your shorts and thrusts two fingers inside you. “gonna be the most beautiful mummy, sweetheart.”