#oh jamie being so gentle

[haughtwaversblog]

“We can have so many more years together.”

[moonstruckme]

hi!!! wanted to req a poly! marauders x reader where the reader has never had anything inside before so like first time fingering if that’s okay 🫣 totally okay if not, love your work!!!! <3

Hi my sweetheart I’m so sorry I held onto this for sooooooo long but thank you for requesting I love you ! And thanks to @mareagirls for helping me out when I was struggling with the choreography haha <33

cw: smut mdni, fingering, inexperienced reader

poly!marauders x fem!reader ♡ 837 words

Sirius, you think, is treating this all very casually. He’s lying on his stomach between your bent knees, legs kicking idly behind him while he circles your entrance with a finger. 

“Baby.” He looks up at you. “Could you stop being so nervous? I cut my nails for you.” 

“I’m fine,” you say, a bit affronted. 

Remus chuckles. His two fingers move over your clit in rhythmic, dedicated passes. 

“You’re all tensed up, sweetheart,” James clues you in. He’s lying on your other side with one arm cushioning your head. It’s almost like you could be going to sleep, except one of your boyfriends is tormenting your clit while the other attempts the breaking and entering of your cunt. 

“Not breaking,” Sirius had said when you made that joke earlier, looking at you in horror. “It’s going to be fun, not torture, you freak.” 

James’ other hand goes to your side. He gives you a little squeeze, and you gasp, ticklish. “See?” he asks. 

“Jamie,” Remus scolds, but he’s smiling. With his free hand he rubs the underside of your thigh, trying to calm you back down. “You don’t need to worry, dove. We’ll start slow, and we can stop anytime you want, yeah?” 

“I just don’t know how it’s going to feel,” you fret, shifting on the mattress to get comfortable again. 

“The point’s to find out, isn’t it?” Sirius is looking at you like he really wants to know. He holds up his index finger as though to exhibit it. “I’m only going in with the one at first, and slow like Rem said,” he vows. “It shouldn’t hurt.” 

“Definitely say if it hurts,” James agrees. 

You chew your lip, nodding. Sirius’ expression softens. 

“Just tell me if you don’t like it,” he says earnestly. “Say stop and I’ll stop, okay?” 

“Okay,” you say. 

“Good girl,” Remus praises, leaning sideways to kiss the top of your knee. His skillful fingers never stutter.

Sirius makes a soft sound of agreement, and then he slips one finger into your entrance. 

You’re prepared to be shocked, but he’s right; it’s not a substantial intrusion. You almost don’t know it’s there at first, until he swirls it around experimentally and a little “oh” stumbles out of you. Your hips shift. 

“Yeah?” James noses at your cheek, smile audible in his voice. “Not so bad, huh?”

“No,” you agree breathily. 

Sirius grins below you, planting a big kiss on the inside of your thigh. “That’s my girl. You’re so tight, sweetheart, fuck,” he groans, wriggling his finger against your gummy walls. “And your little cunt is so pretty. Next time we should do this with a mirror.” 

“One step at a time,” Remus tells him mildly. But when you push your hips upwards, he obliges you, increasing his pressure on your clit. 

“S’that good, honey?” James’ lips are warm and soft against the column of your throat, teeth barely there as he suckles at your skin. “Do you like having Pads inside you?” 

“Yeah,” you answer him again, voice pitching slightly when Sirius slips another finger inside you. Your eyes squeeze shut. 

“Shh.” James presses a gentle kiss over the mark he’s left. “You’re okay, sweet girl.” His murmurings, sweet and lovely and too quiet for you to understand, trail down your chest until he finds something he likes. His arm slides from beneath your head, hand finding your shoulder and resting there with a soothing weight. 

You know patience isn’t in Sirius’ nature, so you appreciate the restraint he’s using with you now. His fingers sponge in and out of you at an easy pace, shallow and careful. When you find it in yourself to open your eyes, he’s watching you from beneath his lashes, using your expression as his guide while he works you open. 

You moan when James sucks hard at a spot on the underside of your tit. 

“Don’t bruise her,” says Remus, still sour from the mark that’s yet to fade on his left pectoral. 

“Sorry.” James pulls his mouth from your tit, smiling at you sheepishly. “Is it okay if I leave you a pretty little mark, my angel?” 

“No kissing up to get what you want, either,” Remus grumbles, but you nod, and James goes back to what he was doing, albeit more gently. 

“You’re doing so good.” Sirius is leaning his cheek against your thigh now, seemingly lost in his own sort of trance. The weight tips your leg outward so that Remus has to grab your knee to keep him propped up. “So good for me, baby. Now,” his eyes gleam, and you know the look of it well enough to be both excited and a little bit nervous, “how would you like to try the feel of something else inside?” 

“Oh,” you say, caught offguard. “Um, I don’t think I’m ready for…” 

“I meant my tongue, sweetness.” 

“Hey!” James pulls his lips from you with a wet suctioning sound. “No fair, you’ve had your turn already! I want to go.”

[daenysx]

what if james’ s/o woke up to him eating her out

YES.

james potter x fem!reader, smut

cw; consensual somno, oral (f receiving), kisses, james being the bestest boy and coming in his pants

sleep is so sweet tonight.

you remember waking up a few times, totally wrapped around james with your face close to his neck like you're trying to steal his air. he smells so good, you fall asleep after each time you open your eyes.

stretched limbs, slow breaths, and james wakes up to your gentle nuzzling. the sun is still lost in the air and the bed is warm. he rubs his eyes with clumsy fingers. he can feel your leg thrown over him, and it's so comfy like this, he smiles lazily.

he gives you a kiss on your head. you move towards his lips in your sleep, your leg in sync with your body as it touches him. you don't know what you're doing but your body is desperate to get close to him and james likes it very much. sweet, angel girl.

you do something between lifting and pressing your leg to him, and he can't help his reaction.

his sweatpants don't do well with restricting him, he twitches softly at first. oh, it feels so good, he lifts his hips. he wants to get lost in your warmth because it's so cold out of this bed and here is safe. james wants to be safe.

you press yourself against him as if you want some relief. are you dreaming? you're sleeping, but you're moving softly with your breath to his neck. james brings his fingers to your thigh, squeezes the flesh gently. he's getting more and more awake each second.

it feels like minutes are liquified when james finally decides he wants to do something about the clear issue. he's hard and you must be dreaming of him, he hopes, you're restless and stretch like a kitten in bed as you arch your back.

he takes off your sleeping shorts and panties, the sunlight starts filling the room. he knows you like being woken up like this, the feeling is entirely mutual, he loves waking up to your mouth if he has to be honest. he moves his body to kiss your belly. another kiss. delicious.

you relax when he makes his way to your cunt with his kisses. james holds your legs on his bare shoulders, his hardness pressed against the bed to get some friction. you are the softest, radiating warmth to his mouth. he's eager for his first kiss.

it all comes natural after that. he begins and doesn't stop. his lips stop briefly on your puffy clit, he keeps them on your thighs. you lift your hips. there should be more. he opens his mouth to suck the sweetness out of you.

"mm-" you murmur something in your sleep. james makes a nice grunting sound against you. "j-jamie-"

he squeezes the tender flesh of your thighs in his big hands before he sucks greedily on your clit. the wetness spreads in his mouth and it's good, he keeps going for it.

"please." you mumble, rubbing your cheek on the pillow. "yeah-"

your whispers fill the room, james's sloppy sounds do as well. he's almost hurting now, probably leaking into the fabric of his sweatpants. he doesn't care.

"james-"

you seem to be awake. your eyes are open, watching him with a different kind of desire but you still seem like you're ready to drift off. "good morning." he gives you a kiss on your belly to make an eye contact. "come on, baby. you know what i want."

"can you- keep doing it, please?"

there's his girl, the kindest ever. he obeys, giving you the loving you clearly deserve. he's definitely leaking now.

"yes-" you moan deeply. you push yourself to his mouth eagerly, sleep soaked and lovely in the fresh sunshine. "so close, jamie."

"mm- i can feel it, too." he does it on purpose, making vibrations against you.

you know you can relax any time you want, just let go and it will be the best morning. james goes harder, leaves you no choice but creaming in his mouth.

you moan his name again, a desperate plea. james accepts everything you give him, rubbing his cock on the sheets as he moves his head. your legs cover his ears as the softest earmuffs and he groans when his own peak hits him.

"oh, fuck." he whispers. "angel-"

"come here, come up." you say, extend a hand to him. "wanna take care of you."

he slides himself to you and takes you in his arms. you're melting immediately, he squeezes your body just right. post-orgasm makes you sleepier like it's possible.

"you already did." james says, smugly. "didn't even have to touch me to do that."

you snuggle to his chest. it's a weird kind of relief that neither of you care about the mess you made in bed. you're sleepy, so is james. he buries his nose to your hair and you hold onto his waist with your fingers drawing gentle circles.

"what time is it?" you ask with a scratchy voice.

"it's still early." james replies. "go back to sleep, we got time."

"why don't we stay in today?" you offer with a cheeky smile on your lips. "so that we can keep doing this all day long, and i get to take care of you the right way?"

it's physically impossible for him to reject this tempting idea. he accepts it with a big kiss on your cheekbone.

[writtenbymoonflower]

Stumble

James is drunk and you are easily flustered. James Potter x kinda shy!reader

cw: mentions of drinking, being drunk, swearing, slight mention of smut

806 words

You would’ve been scared of the sudden sound of your front door opening if you hadn’t heard your boyfriend's erratic giggles echoing from behind the entrance, along with someone fervently shushing him. 

“Fuck Prongs, are you trying to wake up the whole bleedin’ city?” You heard Sirius’ irritated voice. 

You rushed to the front door to see all the commotion, you knew that James had gone out with Remus and Sirius tonight, but you didn’t expect them to be home so early. 

“Oh thank fuck you’re awake.” Sirius sighed in relief, nudging your bumbling boyfriend towards you. 

“Angel! Oh Merlin, I missed you.” He flung himself towards you, nearly sending you both tumbling to the carpeted floor. You giggled despite yourself. 

“Someone had fun tonight.” You stroked the hair at the nape of his neck, feeling the light amount of sweat coating the tendrils. 

“Oh believe me, he did." Sirius said, his eyes rolling to the back of his head. "He got slightly drunk within thirty minutes and started sharing way too much information about the two of you.” Your face heated and scrunched at that, thankful Sirius chose not to share specifics. “Then he tried to order a lemonade to slow down, but the bartender thought he meant a vodka lemonade. Dumbass didn’t notice until his fourth.” Sirius cracked up, clearly finding humor at his friend's expense. 

“Oh baby,” You laughed in pity. “Thanks for getting him home, Siri.” You waved at your friend before he left, while he muttered something about can’t take him anywhere as he shut the door. 

“Y/N…” James slurred, still not letting you go. “My girl, my sweet baby girl, I missed you so much.” 

“You saw me not three hours ago, Jamie.” You said gently, trying to urge him towards your shared bedroom. He finally relented, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and side-hugging you as you both walked down the hall (you walked at least, he stumbled). 

“I know! A whole three hours without seeing this pretty face.” He tried to boop your nose but ended up just pawing at your face. “How am I supposed to thrive under these conditions? I felt myself dying, I was being drained. You’re too cute to be kept from me.” You thanked your lucky stars he was probably too wasted to notice how his words affected you. 

You were always easily flustered by James, anytime he was his usual sickly sweet self your whole body heated and you couldn’t look him in the eye. He made you feel all too exposed and all too small at the same time. Thankfully, he was a kind boyfriend and rarely used his powers to torment you (despite how much he wanted to declare his love for you every second of every day). But apparently, in his impaired state he either didn’t remember how he made you suffer or didn’t care. 

You walked through the bedroom (having to tug James away from the bed, which was very difficult considering he was both strong and dead weight), into the ensuite. 

“You’ve gotta brush your teeth, Jamie.” He whined but complied, grabbing his toothbrush and jumping onto the counter like a little kid. "Thank you." You said, being extra gentle with him in this state.

“How am I supposed to disobey when you sound so cute bossing me around?” You rolled your eyes, trying to keep from getting dizzy with affection. You put some paste onto his brush and he got to cleaning his teeth, keeping his doe-eyes on you the whole time. He brushed for about 20 seconds before jumping from the counter, spitting and rinsing his mouth. He didn’t waste any time grabbing for you. 

“Jamie, c’mon, let’s get you changed.”

“Yeah? You gonna strip me down, baby?” You stifled a pained laugh, turning to ash on the spot. “If you wanted me naked you just had to say so, you didn’t have to pretend there was another reason. Sneaky girl.” He grabbed your face in his hands and squished your cheeks, kissing your pushed-out lips. You shook him off and he quickly started undressing down to his boxers. Once he was done with that he grabbed you again. 

“Let’s get to bed.” You tried to gently lead him over but he flung you both onto the mattress. You every so gently pulled his glasses form his face, folding them and setting them on the nightstand.

“Never stop touching me, I can’t handle it.” He whined, looking deep into your eyes with enough love to make your chest burn. “You’re too pretty to let go. Way too pretty. You’re like, glowing. You always are. It’s no fair, Angel.” He grabbed your face in his hands and started kissing all over your face. 

You had a feeling the night was nowhere close to being over. 

[lesbojournals]

Poly!Marauders x Slytherin!Reader

part one two four five

The answer is, the feeling didn’t go away. In fact, it festered and grew larger with every passing day.

It didn’t help that Sirius Black had it out now to tease you, especially pointing out in Potions that “You’d be far better off sharing the table with us, sweetheart. You really want to work with Snivilus?”

To which you rolled your eyes and apologized to your housemate, that you honestly didn’t even get along with that much. You would be having a better time in Potions with Sirius, Remus, and James.

Without even realizing it, the boys were slowly starting to become “the boys”, and not Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, and James Potter. They were starting to feel like they were more than that.

You left the library that day with a heavy load of books in your hands, struggling to keep them steady as they towered over your vision. You heard footsteps approaching (much faster than your slow steady ones) and came to a halt. 

Deep brown eyes popped over the stack of books and looked down at you.

“Love, let me take those. Here.” With ease, James took your stack of books from your arms as if they weighed nothing. 

“To the dungeons?” He asked, gentle smile on his face.

You nodded, trying desperately (and failing) not to blush at how handsome he looked, and how charming it was for him to take the books, and-

“Wait, James, I can take them. I got it.” You insisted, and this time it was James who came to a stop.

He furrowed his eyebrows. “Are you sure? I really don’t mind the walk-”

“Dolly!” Sirius exclaimed from behind, and you internally groaned. 

Having all of the boys around was nice, you enjoyed it. You enjoyed it a little too much. The feeling has your heart in a chokehold, and with each second more you spend with the boys it feels like it’s going to explode. 

You turned around. “If it isn’t Mr. Black. Oh, and Remus!”

Sirius put his hand up to his chest in fake hurt. “Why does he get the bashful, ‘oh, and Remus!’ while I’m stuck with ‘Mr. Black’.”

You didn’t have an answer for him, so you stuck out your tongue.

Remus shook his head, then looking between you and James. “Where are we headed? Dungeons? I know Jamie’s not picking up any extra reading with Quidditch.”

James took this as initiative to start walking. “Yep. Can you believe lovie tried to take all of these books herself?”

Sirius put an arm around you as you walked. “When will you learn that Jamie’s the muscle, dolly. Take advantage of it.”

You tried not to squeal at Sirius’ touch. He kept his arm around you as you walked. 

When you made it to the dungeons (with Sirius’ arm still around you) the boys turned to you. There was silence for a few seconds.

“Wanna meet us for dinner later, sweets?” James hesitantly passed the books over to you.

“Of course she does,” Sirius answered for you, taking Remus’ hand in his. “See you in the Great Hall dolly!”

Before you could respond, they walked away, Remus sending you a sheepish wave as Sirius began to talk to James.

You entered the common room slowly, already missing having James to hold your books. 

“You’ve been hanging out with those idiot Gryffindors a lot lately.” Lucius commented from his spot on the couch next to Narcissa. 

“I think it’s nice.” Narcissa defended you, and gave you a small smile.

“I think Junior was right about them being your new boyfriends.” Severus sneered from his spot across from Narcissa and Lucius.

You sighed, your books wobbling in your hands. “Can we stop commenting on them? And they’re not my boyfriends.”

Narcissa jumped to help you as your books wobbled more, and Severus rolled his eyes at you. “Whatever.”

In the dormitory, Narcissa helped you organize your books by your nightstand. You groaned and fell back onto your bed, loosening your green tie. 

“Something wrong?” Narcissa hummed, and didn’t take her eyes off the books.

You covered your face with your hands and grumbled. “I’m going to sit at the Gryffindor table for dinner.”

That brought Narcissa to turn to you with wide eyes. “Really?”

You turned your head away and groaned again. You didn’t want to talk about it–but the boys were consuming your every thought. You hated to admit that you were excited about sitting with the Gryffindors at their table. Narcissa didn’t ask anymore questions, eventually leaving you to stir in your emotions as the clock ticked closer to dinner.

At dinner time, you groaned loudly once again. Time to get up. You dragged your feet out of the dorm and out of the common room, opting to ignore the comments of your fellow housemates. 

At the Great Hall, you made eye contact with Regulus, who stared at you in horror as you walked away from the Slytherin table and towards the Gryffindor table.

“Hey!” James waved at you with elation, and a small smile grew on your face.

Sirius leaned back from beside James and smiled wide. “Darling! Come sit next to Rem.”

You glanced at Remus who had a welcoming aura about him. He scooted over so you’d have more room to sit, looking down at the spot and then back up at you.

You put your bag down and sat down next to Remus. “Yeah, sure.” 

[once-upon-an-imagine]

Dear Prudence - Remus Lupin

A/N: well, again this keeps on working so… I hope you guys like it!

Request - Anonymous asked: Could I request a one-shot with hufflepuff potter!reader x Remus where James is favored by their parents for being in Gryffindor and on the quidditch team and being a golden child, and the reader is very kind and close to James but used to being ignored. Remus woos her and James is protective when he first finds out but comes around. Also short!reader please, I love Remus being a gentle giant

Warnings: James is favored by his parents over the reader, but they are not mean or anything, and I think that's it :)

Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter :) gif isn’t mine :D  

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Dear Prudence

Dear Prudence, won't you come out to play? Dear Prudence, greet the brand new day The sun is up, the sky is blue It's beautiful and so are you

The first thing Remus noticed, were the letters.

“Hey, sunshine” Remus smiled when he spotted you as he entered the Great Hall.

“Hi moonshine” you smiled back at him.

“You know that’s not what you think it is, right?”

“Yes, it is. I am the sun and you are the moon” you insisted as he rolled his eyes a little.

“Whatever you say, love” he chuckled as the two of you reached the other three Marauders sitting at the Gryffindor table.

“Hey Jamie, I think our envelopes got mixed up” you said, walking over to your brother.

“Hey, bug” he smiled at you. “How do you know?” he asked, grabbing the envelope in front of him. “This one says my name” he said, confused as Remus sat down next to your brother.

“Yeah, this one also says James. F. Potter” you said, showing it to him. “But it feels a lot more pages than mine and it has those golden star stickers mum always puts on yours, Goldie” you smirked, mocking him and switching the letters.

“Oh, Goldie! I love that, I am calling you that from now on!” Sirius laughed.

“Shut up, Padfoot!” James said, hitting his arm as you opened the letter James had and saw your name inside.

“Yep, this one’s mine” you told him, taking out the single page.

“Would you like to sit down with us?” Remus offered, smiling brightly at you. So, of course, you couldn’t refuse.

“Why thank you, Remus, that is very kind of you” you said sitting between him and James, hitting your brother’s arm in the process.

“Hey! What did I do?” he asked, with his mouth half-full.

“That’s where you got that from?” Sirius asked, glaring at you a little as James opened his envelope and Remus caught at least four pages coming out of it. He didn’t want to obviously point that out, so he asked something different instead.

“How come both envelopes were addressed to James?” he asked, making you look up at him and you answered before James could.

“Mum writes to him so much, she made the envelopes, especially for him” you smirked, pinching his cheek and your brother quickly snapped your hand away.

“That’s not true!” he argued, with a hint of blush on his cheeks.

“Isn’t it? She writes to you at least twice a week” you mocked him. “I bet nobody else in the entire school comes close to how many letters you get” you told him.

“She writes to you too!”

“Yeah, every other week” you said, rolling your eyes and going back to your letter. “And even then she always asks about you” you said, showing it to him.

“That’s not true!”

“Wanna bet?”

“Fine! Five Galleons” James smirked proudly. You quickly went back to your letter, quickly spotting James’ name.

“Ah-ha! Here we are” you smirked back at him. “‘Make sure to take care of Jamie and give him a big kiss and hug for me’” you said, pointing the sentence at the bottom of your letter as James blushed furiously. “Aw, c’mere, Jamie, gimmie a kiss” you said, throwing your arms around his shoulders and peppering his cheek with kisses while the other three Marauders laughed.

“Ugh, get off me, you annoying bug!” he said pushing you away and making you crash into Remus, who quickly wrapped his arms around your waist so you wouldn’t fall.

“S-sorry, Rem” you said, feeling your cheeks burn as he helped you up.

“No problem, love” he smiled. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah” you chuckled.

“Well, you two are simply the sweetest thing in the world” you heard Sirius from across the table.

“Shut up, Sirius!”

“Shut up, Padfoot!”

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The second thing Remus noticed, were the family dinners.

During Christmas break, it was not surprising at all that the entire group of Marauders were residing at the Potters’ house. This year, Mrs. Potter had even got each of them a stocking, which he later found out had been your request, and Remus felt happier than he had in years. Since his mum passed away, he and his father never really liked celebrating Christmas anymore, so the feeling of this home made him warm inside and he loved it. And he especially loved spending more time with you, even if you were locked in your room most of the time.

“James, darling, where is your sister? Dinner is almost ready” he looked up from his book when Mrs. Potter came into the living room.

“Probably locked in her room” James shrugged.

“Well, could you go get her, please love?”

“Just a second, mum, I’m about to beat Padfoot” James smirked as they played Chess.

“I can go” Remus offered, marking the page on his book and getting up.

“Thank you so much, Remus. It is lovely to have actual help around here” she said, before messing James’ hair as he complained to his mother.

Remus chuckled and went upstairs to your room. He had realized this was probably the only room in your entire house he had never seen, aside from your parents’ room. He suddenly found himself feeling extremely curious to see how your room was. And why you insisted on spending so much time on it. He gently knocked on your door but he didn’t receive any response. It didn’t come as a surprise since he could hear the music blasting from the other side. He smiled when he recognized the song. It had become kind of your thing. He knew you loved muggle music and he loved introducing you to it.

Wouldn't it be nice if we were older? Then we wouldn't have to wait so long And wouldn't it be nice to live together? In the kind of world where we belong?

His smile grew wider when he heard your voice on top of the original song and he tried to knock harder but still, no response. So, he carefully opened the door. Whatever Remus had in mind about your room (which he may or may not think about more than he would like to admit) he never pictured this. Your room was as big as James’ if not a bit bigger, but you had a lot more windows and a lot more colors, by far. James’ room was decorated with Gryffindor colors and Quidditch teams he loved. But yours? Yours had paintings everywhere. Every wall. Top to bottom. Even some parts of your ceiling. How did you ever get to paint that high? He may never know. You were currently painting the side of your window with colorful flowers. Peonies. Your favorite.

You know it's gonna make it that much better When we can say goodnight and stay together

Wouldn't it be nice if we could wake up In the morning when the day is new? And after having spent the day together Hold each other close the whole night through

“Um, sunshine?”

“Remus° you turned to him, smiling brightly. Remus had never seen you so beautiful. You had possibly every single color in your pallet all over your face, your clothes, and your hands. “Sorry, I didn’t hear you” you said, walking over to your record player and making the song stop.

“Yeah, I figured as much” he chuckled. “What are you doing?”

“Oh, I get really bored of my walls every now and then, and I start all over again” you explained. “I was in a very flowery mood” you said, pointing at your latest painting.

“That’s beautiful” he told you. “Did you paint all of the rooms in your house?”

“Yes, except Jamie’s” you explained. “He said I’m just going to ruin his Quidditch posters” you said, rolling your eyes. “But I did the guest rooms” you said, smiling. “Yours was inspired by ‘The Little Prince’” you informed him.

“I could tell” he smiled. “My favorite book when I was a kid” he added.

“I remember you telling me that” you smiled back.

“Do you know that program on our last year for magical paintings? You should really apply for next year” he suggested.

“You really think so?” you smiled and he nodded. “I have… actually been thinking about it” you informed him.

“You should” he smiled.

“I might” you smirked.

“Um, your mum says dinner’s almost ready” he informed you.

“Oh, really? I must have lost track of time” you said, walking into your room to wash your hands.

“I’m glad you liked your Christmas present” he said, shyly, looking at the Beach Boys’ record that was playing not long ago.

“I love it” you said, coming back out. “Did you like yours?”

“I’m halfway done” he said, remembering the book he was just reading downstairs.

“Already?”

“I can’t put it down” he smiled as you got closer to him.

“I’m glad you liked it” you smiled, making him chuckle when he saw you still had paint on your face.

“Um, you still have some-” he said, pointing at his left cheek. “Here” he said, grabbing the towel from your hand and carefully cleaning it up.

“Thanks, moonshine” you smiled.

“Hey, Mrs. Potter said-” Sirius came bursting into your room, smirking at the scene in front of him. “Am I interrupting something?” he asked, as the two of you jumped apart. You saw Remus’ cheeks blushing and you felt yours burning a little.

“N-no-”

“We were just- um- on our way” Remus quickly said, before he left the room. You nodded, grabbing one of your books, and were about to follow him, but Sirius blocked your way.

“You know, you should just tell him already, Bambi” he said. “We both know he’s too shy to make the first move, plus he thinks your brother is gonna kill him” he said.

“Mhm, or maybe, he just doesn’t feel the same way about me” you insisted. “And you promised you wouldn’t say anything!” you glared at him.

“I haven’t!” he said, offended. “And you have to be joking, right, have you really not seen the way he looks at you with his goofy smile, sunshine” he said, mocking Remus’ voice and making you punch him in his arm. “Ouch! Would you stop that?”

“It’s not my fault. You moved here and decided to become my other annoying brother, so you have to pay the consequences” you smirked before you left your room and Sirius rolled his eyes, following you.

“Why did you bring your book?” Remus asked, confused when you sat down next to him and placed your book on the table.

“Well, it kinda gets boring when the conversation turns to Quidditch” you informed him.

He frowned a little confused, but quickly understood what you meant. Throughout the entire dinner, your parents had revolved the entire conversation about James. They first asked how school was, to which all of you replied, he and the rest of the Marauders included. Followed by if you were dating someone. And then, Quidditch. Remus realized you hadn’t even spoken for about forty-five minutes. Your parents even asked Sirius, Peter, and him some questions, but not you. He turned to look at you and saw you immersed in your book. He slowly smiled and then felt a kick in his leg. He turned to glare at Sirius sitting in front of him who was smirking and nodded his head towards you.

“What’s your book about?” he asked. It took you a moment to register that someone was actually talking to you before you lifted your head and turned to look at Remus.

“Oh, um-” you smiled shyly. “It’s a romance novel, I wouldn’t want to bore you” you chuckled.

“You wouldn’t bore me, sunshine” he insisted. When you smiled brightly at him, it gave him the courage to hold your hand in his underneath the table as you started talking about the plot of the book you were reading. He absolutely loved the way your face brightened when you talked about something you liked and that you had his full attention. He could not deny it any longer, he was definitely in love with you.

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The third thing Remus noticed, was the birthday presents.

“Hi Rem” you smiled, opening your dorm. “What are you doing here?”

“Me? What are you doing here? You left your own birthday party” he chuckled.

“Well, you know I don’t like parties” you chuckled. “James makes a whole fuss about our birthdays but it’s mostly for him” you insisted. “I bet nobody even noticed I left” you said.

“I did” he said, making your cheeks burn a little.

“Um… would you like to come in?” you asked, opening the door. “I’m watching an old movie that Alice lent me” you smiled. “I got pastries from the Kitchens” you said, making him smile.

“How could I say no to that?” he asked, following you inside. “I also wanted to give you your present” he said, making you look back at him.

“You got me a present? Remus, you didn’t have to get me anything” you smiled.

“Yes, I did. It’s your birthday” he said, as if it was obvious. “I’m sure you got so many presents already, but one more couldn’t hurt” he said, shyly.

“Not much” you shrugged. “Jamie gave me my badger slippers” you said, showing them to him. “And I gave him lion ones” you giggled. “Sirius gave me chocolate, oh, Alice gave me new paints” you said, pointing at them excitedly. “And Lily gave me a new perfume” you smiled.

“Oh” he frowned, confused. “What about your parents?”

“Oh, my dad sent me this book” you said, showing him a familiar book, he knew you had already talked with him about. “I mentioned to him it was my favorite so he got me one” you explained. “I don’t really have it in my heart to tell him I already have it” you chuckled.

“And your mom?” he asked, extremely confused. He counted at least twenty presents for James from your parents.

“My mum usually gives me some of her jewelry she knows I love, but she doesn’t like to send it through mail so she gives it to me when I come home for the summer” you explained.

“Oh… is… that it?” he asked, without really thinking.

“What do you mean?” you asked, confused.

“Nothing. Sorry, I didn’t mean anything I just- um- I don’t want to cross a line or anything it’s just-”

“Let me guess, Jamie got about thirty presents from my parents” you smiled sadly.

“Yeah” he said, awkwardly. “Look, you know I love your parents. They are some of the kindest people I’ve met, and I know I don’t have any siblings but… I just don’t think it’s fair that they favor James over you” he said, sadly.

“Look, it’s fine. I know my parents love me” you smiled. “Just… probably not as much as James” you chuckled. “I’ve actually learned it’s not the worst thing. I get zero pressure from them. Last year, I was really worried because I didn’t do well on one of my Herbology tests-”

“Because everything you touch dies?” Remus smirked, earning a glare from you.

“As I was saying… I was going to tell them when we came home for the Holidays, but they were so upset that James had lost the last Quidditch match, that they didn’t even say anything to me” you shrugged. “I can literally do anything I want whenever I want and they won’t really mind. I mean, I’m pretty sure I can even date whomever I want but the day James gets a serious girlfriend, my mum may actually die” you told Remus, making him laugh a little. “It used to bother me a lot, but… they do show me that they love me in different ways” you explained. “But I think it’s really sweet you care about that” you smiled at him.

“Well, of course I do. You’re my favorite person in the world” he blurted out.

“I am?” you asked, feeling your heart flutter.

“Of course you are” he smiled.

“I think… you’re the first person in my life that has liked me more than James” you said, feeling a few tears in your eyes. “Sorry, that’s stupid-”

“It’s not” he assured you, pulling you closer and wiping away your tears. “And I really mean it” he smiled. “Happy birthday, sunshine” he said, giving you his present.

“Moonshine” you smiled, opening it. “Remus” you said, feeling your eyes welling up. “Is this-?”

“Yes” he smiled, grabbing The Beatles’ record from you and putting it on your record player. “I know this is your favorite song and it’s also mine because it reminds me of you” he said as the guitar started playing. “Would you like to dance with me?”

“Really?” you asked, excitedly.

“Only because it’s your birthday” he said as you grabbed his hand and walked to the middle of your dorm.

Dear Prudence, won't you come out to play? Dear Prudence, greet the brand new day The sun is up, the sky is blueIt's beautiful, and so are you Dear Prudence, won't you come out to play?

“Why does this song remind you of me?” you asked curiously.

“Well, I read that the song was written about Prudence Farrow-”

“Who is Mia Farrow’s less famous little sister? Wow, Remus-”

“No, that’s not why” he glared a little at you. “I mean she is but, that’s not why” he insisted.

“So?”

Dear Prudence, open up your eyes Dear Prudence, see the sunny skies The wind is low, the birds will sing That you are part of everything Dear Prudence, won't you open up your eyes?

“Did you apply to the art program” he asked, making you smile at him.

“You remembered that?”

“Of course, I do” he frowned. “I remember everything you tell me” he insisted.

“Well… I did” you told him. “I should be hearing about it during summer” you informed him.

“I’m sure you’ll get in, sunshine” he said, kissing your forehead.

Look around, around (round, round, round) Look around, around, around (round, round) Look around

“Well, it was written because she would rarely come out of her bungalow while she meditated. It’s kind of like you and your paintings” he smiled.

“I’m not that bad” you scoffed offended.

“Love, I had to come up three times a day every day on Christmas break so you wouldn’t forget to eat” he reminded you.

“Oh, and here I was thinking you came to get me because you missed me” you pouted.

“That too” he assured you.

Dear Prudence, let me see you smile Dear Prudence, like a little child The clouds will be a daisy chain So let me see you smile again Dear Prudence, won't you let me see you smile?

“I really love this song” you smiled. “And my birthday gift” you added. “And um-” you said, feeling your cheeks burn as you looked away. “C-can I tell you something?” you asked, nervously.

“You can tell me anything, love” he assured you.

“O-okay, you don’t have to say anything and… if it’s weird you can just leave and not talk to me ever again, and… it’s not just because you said you liked me more than James b-but it’s been something that I have felt for a while and I just-”

“Sunshine” he said, cupping your cheek and making you stop your ramble. “I love you too” he smiled, making your entire body feel like you were on cloud nine.

“Y-you do?” you asked, still not believing him.

“I really do” he said, leaning in to kiss you.

Dear Prudence, won't you come out to play? Dear Prudence, greet the brand new day The sun is up, the sky is blue It's beautiful, and so are you Dear Prudence, won't you come out to play?

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“Yeah, go get settled, Moony! We’ll wait for you outside” James said as Remus walked upstairs to put his things away. After tossing everything in there really, he quickly found himself in front of your door again. James had invited him to stay over the summer and it had been two weeks without you. Two weeks too long. He smiled as the music blasted on the other side of the door, only this time, he opened it and walked in.

My, my, I tried to hold you back, But you were stronger Oh, yeah, and now it seems My only chance is giving up the fight

And how could I ever refuse? I feel like I win when I lose

Waterloo, I was defeated, you won the war Waterloo, promise to love you for ever more Waterloo, couldn't escape if I wanted to Waterloo, knowing my fate is to be with you

Wa-Wa-Wa-Wa-Waterloo Finally facing my Waterloo

Remus smiled to himself before he walked over to you, pulling your paintbrush away from your hand and making you turn around frowning, but you quickly smiled when you saw it was him.

“Moonshine!” you smiled, throwing your arms around his shoulders and he quickly wrapped his around your waist, twirling you around and planting a big kiss on your lips.

“Hey, sunshine” he smiled when you pulled away. “I missed you” he said, giving you another peck on the lips.

“I missed you too” you smiled, pulling him closer. “How has your summer been?”

“Pretty boring, to be honest” he chuckled. “I see you kept yourself busy” he said, twirling your paintbrush in his hand. “Prongs and Padfoot said you played Quidditch with them yesterday” he chuckled.

“Yeah, they made me” you rolled your eyes.

“Have you… told your brother about us?”

“No” you pouted. “You said we would tell him together” you reminded him. “You know it’s gonna be fine, right?”

“Yeah, I know. Sirius just keeps insisting he will kill me” he laughed nervously.

“I won’t let that happen” you said, kissing his cheek. “I promise” you smiled sweetly.

“So, what are you painting?”

“Oh! I’ve been waiting to tell you” you said, excitedly. “I got into the art program!”

“You did? Love, that’s amazing! I knew you could do it!” he said, hugging you again and giving you a small kiss. “I’m so proud of you!”

“Thanks, Remmy” you smiled. “You’re the first person I’ve told” you smiled.

“I am? Why didn’t you tell anyone?”

“Oh, well, I actually told my parents when we got here, but James won the Quidditch Cup and there are… about ten Quidditch teams wanting to recruit him so… I don’t think they heard me or even knew what I was talking about” you said, smiling sadly. “Sirius said it sounded cool, though” you told him.

“I’m sorry, love” he said, pulling you closer.

“It’s okay. You’re the one I really wanted to tell” you smiled, leaning in to kiss him again. “And, I have to finish this painting” you said, trying to get the brush from him but he put it out of his reach. “Rem!”

“I just got here, love” he pouted. “Wouldn’t you rather spend the day with your boyfriend who missed you so much?”

“Well, yes, that’s why I wanted to finish it before you got here” you insisted. “But James and Sirius kept insisting that I played Quidditch with them yesterday and I didn’t get to paint” you told him but he still placed the brush out of your reach when you tried to grab it. “Remus!”

“Well, you can continue tomorrow” he said, pulling you to him. “I have been waiting for two whole weeks to kiss my beautiful girlfriend” he said between kisses, feeling your smile against his lips.

“Okay, I can continue tomorrow” you said, as he threw the brush on your table and deepened the kiss. “I missed you so much” you said, pulling him closer.

“I missed you too, love” he smiled.

"Hey bug, have you seen Moony-? BLOODY HELL! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING!?" James yelled coming inside your room and covering his eyes at the scene in front of him. Remus instantly jumped off you so quickly he fell to the floor as Sirius came in running behind James when they heard the yelling.

"Why are you yell-? oh bloody hell!" he smirked when he saw Remus standing up and saw that both of seemed very nervous.

"I AM GOING TO KILL YOU!" James yelled to Remus and started running after him with his wand pointing at his neck but you stepped in between.

"Jamie, stop!"

"Get out of the way bug!" your brother’s voice was dangerously low.

"Prongs, calm down" Remus said trying not to show how nervous he really was.

"Calm down?!" James snapped. "That's MY sister!"

"Jamie, please, calm down!" you said also a little nervous.

"YOU SHUT UP!"

"Don't yell at her!" Remus snapped.

"Mate, I would shut up if I were you" Sirius told him.

"ALL OF YOU, SHUT UP!" you yelled at all of them.

“I’m going to kill you!” James yelled at Remus before he started chasing him around your room. Remus quickly ran out with James following him.

“I told you, he would find out sooner or later” Sirius smirked.

“You are of no use to me right now, SIrius!” you said, punching his arm as you followed your brother and your boyfriend. Sirius quickly walking behind you.

“James, what is going on? What’s with all the yelling?” you saw your mother and father come inside the living room where James was still chasing Remus and throwing jinxes at him.

“Stop it!” you yelled running over to your brother and grabbing his arm.

“Get off me!” he complained as Remus ran over to Sirius, hiding behind him.

“You’re being ridiculous!” you said, trying to reach for his wand but he placed it out of your reach. However, you clung yourself to him, trying your best to get it.

“What in Merlin’s name are you two kids doing?” your father asked, confused. It was rare to see the two of you fight like this nowadays.

“Let go!” he said, as your hand reached for his wand.

“You let go!” you complained.

“It’s my wand!”

“Gimmie it!”

“Alright, stop it! Both of you!” your mother’s voice was heard through the room as she pointed her wand at the two of you, separating you, and making James’ wand fly into her hand.

“He started it!”

“She started it!”

“I don’t care who started it! I want to know what’s going on and I want to know now!” your mother said, with her hands on her waist.

“Why don’t you ask your daughter how she betrayed me!” James said, glaring at you.

“Oh, please! Grow up, James! You’re being ridiculous!”

“That’s enough!” your father intervened. “Your mother asked you a question. What is wrong with the two of you?”

“She stole my best friend!” James said, pointing at you accusingly.

“What? I did no such thing!”

“And I thought I was your best friend” Sirius added, offended while Remus rolled his eyes.

“James, sweetheart what are you talking about?” your mother asked, confused.

“Well, mum, I just found your daughter, my so-called sister” he said glaring at you as you rolled your eyes and crossed your arms in front of your chest. “Kissing my best friend!”

“James!”

“Excuse me?” your father said, a bit upset, throwing daggers at the two boys behind your mother.

“Fleamont, darling, calm down” she said, to her husband before turning to you. “Sweetheart, would you care to explain yourself?” your mother asked you, calmly.

“First of all, Jamie is making it a bigger deal than it is” you complained.

“No, I’m not!”

“Yes, you are!”

“Were you or were you not just kissing Moony upstairs?”

“What?” your father asked again, but your mother stopped him.

“Well?” James asked, arching his eyebrow at you.

“I… was… kissing… my… boyfriend” you said, feeling your cheeks burning.

“Excuse me?” your father asked, baffled.

“Boyfriend?” James asked.

“Remus is your boyfriend?” your mother asked, excitedly.

“You can’t have a boyfriend! You’re too young!” your dad complained.

“And it can’t be my best friend!” James added.

“Hurtful, Prongs. Really hurtful” Sirius glared at him.

“Oh, hush, all of you” your mother said, rolling her eyes. “Fleamont, you and I were their age when we started dating” she reminded your father. “And James, you should be happy that your sister is with one of your best friends. Remus is a wonderful guy” she smiled at Remus who felt just a little less nervous.

“Thanks, Mrs. Potter” he said, blushing a little.

“I’m so happy for you two. Sweetheart, why didn’t you tell us?” she asked you.

“Well, I didn’t really know how to because I knew James would throw a fit about it” you said, rolling your eyes.

“I did not throw a fit-”

“James, that’s enough” your mother told him. “Leave your sister alone” she scowled.

“But mum-”

“But nothing. She’s happy and so is Remus and we are all happy for them and that’s it” she insisted.

“I don’t even get a say in it?”

“No, why would you get a say in your sister’s love life?”

“At least she has a love life” Sirius laughed.

“Hey!” James complained.

“Good one, son” your dad laughed with Sirius.

“What is happening?” James asked, upset before he started going upstairs. “I do not like this one bit!” you heard before he slammed his door.

“Don’t listen to him, sweet pea” your dad said, smiling kindly at you. “We are happy for you” he admitted, kissing your head. “But Remus is not allowed in your room and you are not allowed in his, or the two of you alone in a room, understood?” he frowned.

“Yes, dad” you smiled.

“Yes, sir” Remus replied at the same time.

“Good” he smirked proudly.

“I’m so happy for you, sweetheart” your mother said, hugging you.

“Thanks, mum” you smiled.

“You too, Remus” she said, kissing his cheek.

“Thank you, Mrs. Potter” he smiled before she left with your dad.

“I’d like to say that went well” Sirius smirked as you sat with Remus on the sofa and he kissed your forehead while Sirius sat on the chair.

“To be honest, that’s the best I could have asked for” Remus chuckled.

“It felt weird to have so much attention on me” you admitted as Remus kissed your cheek.

“Alright” you heard James’ voice coming down the stairs again. “I have decided that I approve this” he said in a serious tone, sitting closer to Sirius.

“You do know we don’t need your approval, right?” you said, glaring a little at him.

“But there will be no kissing in front of me” he glared at the two of you. “That’s just gross!”

“Fair enough, Prongs” Remus chuckled, kissing the side of your head.

“I just want to say that I am still hurt about your comments made earlier” Sirius said, sounding offended.

“You knew about them the entire time, didn’t you?” James glared at him.

“And I forgive you because that’s what best friends do, Prongsie” he smiled innocently.

“Fine, I forgive you too” James said, rolling his eyes as Sirius hugged him, kissing his cheek. “Get off, you goof!”

“This is going to be a long summer, isn’t it?” Remus asked you.

“Yes, I am so happy you’re here” you smiled, giving him a peck on the lips.

“Hey! What did I just say!?”

“Shut up, Jamie!”

The End

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Songs: Wouldn't It Be Nice - The Beach Boys Dear Prudence - The Beatles Waterloo - ABBA

A/N: I hope you loves like it! :)

[alwaysmoncheri]

oh my goodness! your james potter fic is amazing!! can I request something where they’re walking to a cafe or a restaurant and he follows the sidewalk rule? <3

in my james potter era again? kidding, i’m taking all requests! (can you see how hard i’m trying to keep you guys sending requests?) thank you for requesting, love! i hope this is what you were looking for!

cw: fem!reader, mostly shy!reader (reader does do a few non-shy actions tho), established relationship, minimal kissing, james being a sweetheart, 0.8k

<3

“hey, jamie, do you know where my scarf is?” you ask, and your footsteps echo down the staircase as you make your way towards the front door in a rush. james stands still for a moment, hand resting on the doorknob, eyes watching closely as you gently pat down your hair, as if it’s a mess. you’re pulling on your coat when your eyes meet his, frantic and questioning, awaiting his response. 

“no, I haven’t seen it, lovely.” james responds, his hand leaving the door as he takes a couple steps towards you, “where did you see it last? he asks, his tone patient as you search your mind for the answer to his question. 

“I don’t know, I don’t remember,” you reply with a deep sigh, disappointment radiating off your face. james feels a tug at his heart, desperate to make you feel better. 

“how about you take mine and we can look for yours when we get home?” james suggests, already tugging at the end of his scarf and offering it to you. 

your face lights up and you find yourself forgetting all about your missing scarf in a heartbeat, “oh, you’re the best,” you practically swoon, quickly taking the scarf from james and wrapping it around your neck. you then grab james’ face with both of your clothed gloves and kiss him so quickly that he doesn’t have a chance to kiss back, but he doesn’t have to because you mean it as a ‘thank you’ to his kindness towards you, “okay, lets go before the cafe gets too busy.” you say, covering your nerves from your bold action and not noticing james’ silent moment of complete infatuation towards you because you’re quick to grab his hand and tug him towards the front door. 

when the breeze of the cold winter morning hits your face, you’re suddenly extra grateful that james lent you his scarf. you peek a glance at him, as you walk down the sidewalk hand-in-hand, a light dusting of snow covering the top. you notice his cheeks are red, the color spreading down to his neck and into his coat. hoping to make him feel better, you wrap your other hand around his bicep and lean your head onto his arm. james glances down at your attempt to warm him up with a gentle smile grazing his frozen lips. 

“if you’re wondering, i’m warming you up.” you confess, noticing his eyes on you and breaking the comfortable silence with your gentle words. james chuckles, the sound warming you more than you did him. 

“thank you, darling,” james begins, a smirk tugging at his lips as he looks at you, “if this is what you’re like when I lend you my scarf, maybe we don’t need to find yours.” 

you roll your eyes but your cheeks flush at his suggestion, “you’d like that.” you retort, kicking at the small amounts of snow beneath your feet.

“yes, I would.” james replies with zero hesitation, nuzzling his nose into your pink-tinted cheek, from both the cold and his words. you giggle, pushing his face away from yours, but james pursues, wanting to hear more of his absolute favorite sound come from your mouth. when you finally get him to stop, you take a deep breath, allowing your oxygen-deprived lungs air from all the laughing. 

then, you retangle yourself within james’ arms before whispering, “maybe, we don’t need to find my scarf.” james smiles because he hears your words, even when you think he doesn’t. 

as you continue the walk to your favorite cafe, you cross a street, ending on the opposite side of the sidewalk. james gently grabs your wrist, causing you to release your grip on his arm, before he’s pulling you around to his other side. you look up at him, confusion written across your face, but james doesn’t seem fazed in the slightest. you notice which side of the sidewalk you now stand on and only now do you realize the reason for james’ abrupt actions. a smile creeps onto your face and you look at your toes to hide your excitement, however james knows you too well.

“what are you smiling at down there?” james asks and you can hear the wide grin on his face in his tone, the way it questions you with joy hidden underneath the surface. 

“nothing.” you sing out, turning your head to look at james, and for a moment the two of you just walk, staring at each other with silly grins on your faces. 

“right.” james hums, finally looking away to watch the sidewalk in front of you, making sure to steer you in the direction of the cafe. 

a giggle bubbles from your chest, “just thinking about how much I love you.” you say, leaning your head on his arm once more. 

james kisses the top of your head, “I love you more, lovely.” he replies and you know it’s true. because everything he does is for you. and if you even tried to do the same amount of things that he does for you, he would still manage to top it every time. 

you sigh, a sound of complete contentment as the two of you continue to walk, “I know.”

<3

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[anisangeldust]

Kinktober day 3 - James Kelly Ѽ ꣑ৎ

Warnings: breeding kink, pregnant sex, use of ‘mama’ and ‘daddy’, p in v, oral (f receiving), lactation kink, nipple play, mentions of weight gain.

A/N: James Kelly my baby daddy!! Sorry if I didn’t do the feeling of breastfeeding justice, I’ve never been pregnant nor lactated<3 This came to me in a dream and I had to do it as one of the days!! Eek!!

“My back is fucking killing me Jamie!” You whine and look in the mirror, the jeans you were able to wear only two weeks ago now wouldn’t button. “And I look fucking ugly! This baby hasn’t even come and I’m feeling the baby weight!” You start to cry softly. The pregnancy hormones had been kicking your ass, and despite James being nothing but supportive, you couldn’t help but miss the body you had before the baby bump.

Like your body could already feel your pain, a sharp buzz hit your nipple, the sting like you had been poked with a needle. “Fuck!” You whimper and hold your boob gently. James had already been holding you to ease your tears, but now as your body seemed to be in genuine pain, he felt even worse. “I know mama, I know.. it’s okay..” he slurs into your ear, gently massaging your sore nipple.

There was a sudden weird feeling in your nipple, one you’d never experienced before. They felt heavy, swollen, and very, very sensitive. A heat pooled between your legs as your husband gently brushed his large thumb over your lactating nipples, the fabric of your shirt becoming wet with milk.

There was a tent in James’ pants, why was his wife producing milk so hot? His mind was flooded with thoughts of lapping up the milky liquid while having you ride him, being able to play with those sensitive nipples.. it made his dick stand tall. “Baby..” he murmured and gently ran his hand over your growing bump. “Your body is so beautiful.. how could i ever repay you for making me a daddy?” He grunts before leading you to your guys’ shared bed.

Sitting you down, James gently makes a rest for you out of pillows before tugging down the jeans you were crying about being too small. The tears now gone from your eyes as you watched your husband get on his knees to worship your pregnant body. “Jamie.. so wet..” you mumble while rubbing your bump. He growls before ghosting the same thumb over your puffy clit “I know.. I know” James coos.

The sight of you full of his child always did it for him. He had done that, he had stuffed you full. now your pussy was dripping from just some small nipple rubbing, and who was he to deny his pregnant wife of an orgasm or three? Without much warning, James shoved his face in your cunt, lapping and licking at your sopping hole. He’s never get tired of spreading you open like this, or of hearing you groan.

“Jamie.. Ja- oh!” You while and wiggle, cumming almost instantly from the sensation. You’d be embarrassed if you weren’t 18 weeks pregnant, and the orgasm was very much needed in term of regulation of hormones. “Let’s get this off.. boobs must be killing you mama..” James sits down and lifts you into his lap, pulling off your shirt and unclipping your bra expertly. Your boobs fall out of their hold and your nipples leak with milk. “Can I..?” He mumbles heavily, massaging your red areolas, the movements only coaxing out more milk.

“Mhm.. please, they hurt” you nod in agreement. James latches onto your nipple and greedily sucks at the milk, his cock becoming painfully hard with each stroke of his tongue. James lifts you by the hips so he can get his dick free. The baby was only about the size of a nectarine, no use in being super gentle yet. Once his dick springs free, he detached from your boob softly. “Careful baby..” James coos softly, easing you down onto his cock. You’d never get tired of his cock, it filled you up so deliciously… “oh.. Jamie..” you croaked out, your whole body sensitive and slightly sore.

“I’ve got you mama, just relax..” he groans, full tits bouncing in his face and milk dripping down onto his lap. “Oh fuck baby.. so fucking pretty, you’re so full huh? So full of my baby.. gonna be such a pretty mama..” james grunts as he licks all over your nipples. For the second time that night, you cum embarrassingly quickly. The feeling washing over you as you fall forward onto your husband’s strong chest.

Your right clenching on him makes James growl and shoot his seed into you with a “fuckfuckfuck.. oh baby..” and a tight hold on your hips. As soon as you had both calmed, he gently peppered kisses along your shoulders and sternum. “Don’t ever talk down on yourself, your body is beautiful, and it always will be.”

[fourmoony]

Pumpkin patch date (25-what’s a kiss between two friends?) with sirius please💗

thanks for requesting!!! ♡︎

1.2k | cw: first kiss, mentions of alcohol and smoking

"There you are." You say as you throw yourself down on James' cushy couch with a huff.

Sirius has been wandering all night. Which is fine, except you don't know any of his old school friends (except James and Remus). It's an odd feeling, you've decided, to be as grown as you are and still equally embarrassed to be seen alone in front of a group of people. The final straw was running into Sirius' seriously pretty high school girl friend Mary (and her extremely pretty current girlfriend, Marlene) and fumbling over your words so bad that they offered you a glass of water to sober up. You haven't touched a drink all night.

Your best friend looks up, dimples popping under the weight of his grin. "Oh, hello, gorgeous." He throws an arm around the back of the sofa, folds his leg under him as he turns to give you his full attention.

The response your body and brain give makes you feel like a teenager. You feel lucky to have Sirius' attention in a room full of people like this - even if you had to go out of your way to get it. It's silly, to be so enthralled in Sirius. But he has that effect on people all the time. Baristas, bus drivers, cashiers at the shops. Anyone who's ever been on the receiving end of one of Sirius' signature grins has felt like the luckiest person alive, at some point.

"And where have you been?" He asks, fingers reaching forwards to play with yours.

You scoff, fighting a smile and turning to better face him. "Me? Where have I been, you ask?"

Sirius nods, all too pleased with himself. "Off with a bloke I had imagined. Gideon Prewett's had his eyes on you all night. Or, actually, that might be Fabian. Ask Jamie, I still can't tell them apart." He shrugs.

There's tiny bits of black glitter around Sirius' eyes; smudged, from his eyeliner, you assume. It draws out the pale grey of his eyes. He looks really pretty. Like someone that would have their painting hung in some grandiose museum. For, like, being historically beautiful.

With a snort, you roll your eyes. "Fat chance of that."

Sirius isn't stupid. He knows you've never had a boyfriend. He's never brought it up, never teased you about it. He just glosses over it like he does most things. For that, you're grateful.

But he frowns at your words, regardless, as he says, "Why?"

You're a little shell shocked as you stare back at him blankly. There's not really any reason for you not to talk to Gideon. Or Fabian, which ever one of them it is. But you don't have Sirius' confidence or sheer lack of care. So, you don't. You stay firmly rooted in your seat, unsure of how to tell your perfectly capable best friend that you're severely under-experienced for a party hook-up with one of his former classmates.

Sirius sighs when you don't answer.

"There has to be a first at some point."

You can't help but bristle at his words, even if they're meant to be encouraging. "I know."

Sirius' fingers poke at the side of your face where his hand is slung over the back of the couch. "Hey," He whispers, head dipped to meet your eyes, "Sorry."

You smile, lean towards his fingers as they turn less teasing and start a gentle path along your cheekbones. "I just want it to be with someone I know. Someone I trust. At least the first time, you know?" You hate the way it sounds. Like a damsel holding on to her last shred of innocence.

But Sirius nods, eyes genuine and understanding. Soft, lovely. Like he always is with you. It's like his chaos gets dialled down when he's with you. Like he can breathe, take a minute to just... exist.

"You trust me?" He asks, swallowing after.

You're not an idiot. You know he's about to offer himself as your first kiss and you hate that it makes flowers bloom between the cracks in your ribs. Your palms grow sweaty and your tongue darts out to lick your lips as if on instinct. "I trust you. But you can't kiss me."

Sirius' brows furrow. "Why not?"

You laugh, albeit a little awkwardly. "Because we're friends, Sirius."

And because you're scared you won't want to kiss anyone else ever again.

Sirius smirks. It's full of mischief and knowing he's likely to get his own way. "What's a little kiss between two friends, gorgeous?"

His fingers tuck a piece of hair behind your ear and you melt into him. So close that you can smell the beer he's been drinking, a little hint of cigarette smoke clinging to his hair. You want this. But maybe a little too much. Sirius is still grinning, very much able to read you like a book. But he waits for you to nod, to give him permission before he scooches closer to you.

"Okay." You whisper, suddenly shy.

If someone had told you as a teenager that you'd be at a party with what is possibly the world's most heartbreakingly beautiful man you've ever met, kissing him in front of a room full of people, you'd have cringed. It'd have been too much to handle. Too much want, too much fear.

But as much as everyone else often describes Sirius Black as Too Much, he's never been that way to you. Not even as his hand shifts to cup your jaw, pulling you so close that his breath fans over your face, warms the skin there. He's so gentle, respectful. It makes you want to sob. Because this is a kiss between two friends.

First, Sirius presses a kiss to the left of your mouth. His lips are gentle, soft. Your eyes flutter closed of their own accord and that's when he swoops. It feels odd, at first. You feel frozen, until Sirius runs his thumb against the underside of your jaw, adds a little pressure under your chin. He tilts your head back and all you can do is respond greedily. You need more of him, more of that pressure against your neck. More of his lips moving against yours with the perfect amount of force.

You sigh into it, one hand on his bicep and the other on his knee. Sirius smiles a little, leaning into you until you're pressed back into the arm of James' couch. It swallows you whole, the kiss. It's raw, beautiful, a little dirty, just like Sirius.

When he deems you've had enough (though, you'd disagree), he pulls away, pressing a doting kiss to your forehead before he retreats. His eyes scan your flushed face.

"See, not so bad." He shrugs as he pulls you into his side.

You rub your lips together, still tingling, and nod. "Yeah, not bad at all."

"Should we find James and ask which one of the Prewett twins has been eyeing you all night?" Sirius asks, though his voice doesn't sound as enthusiastic as it had, earlier.

"Sure. In a minute." You murmur.

Kissing Gideon or Fabian is the last thing you want to do, now. So you sit with Sirius, curled into his side, and watch his old classmates get progressively more drunk as the night goes on. Neither of you make a move to find James, and when he does appear, stumbling from side to side, murmuring something about fulfilling an old unrequited crush, you, nor Sirius, mention either of the Prewett twins.

[benedictscanvas]

gentle hands, ankle clasps - roy kent x reader

pairing: roy kent x fem!actress!reader

word count: 2k

warnings: mindless fluff, language, allusions to smut but nothing remotely explicit (that should be blanket warning for every fic i write, it's never smut but the characters are almost always slightly horny maybe i'm projecting)

request: hey can i request a roy fic with the reader being an actress of some sort and being like bubbly compared to him - anon

a/n: back with roy again, being a comforting little shit. another chapter of be still, my foolish heart coming tomorrow, but thought i'd treat myself to a request in between! if you have sent a request, thank you!! they're all fucking incredible and please rest assured, i will be getting to them over the next week or so <3

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Roy’s arm, firm around your waist, is practically the only thing keeping you upright. Why your stylist had insisted on these heels, and the height of them, you had no idea. Yes, you were a strong capable woman who could handle whatever life threw at you - apparently not counting these shoes.

“Think they’ll find it cute or nauseating if I carry you inside?” he whispers in your ear, temple pressed firm against yours. You tip your nose into his cheek affectionately.

“I’d find it nauseatingly sweet if you did,” you murmur, blocking out the shouts and flashes from ahead of you, “But the headlines would all be about my inability to walk in heels. I can’t give them the satisfaction.”

Roy nods, and pulls you in even tighter to him by the waist, glowering at the cameras again. You rest your hand on his chest in a tried and tested pose, one leg in front of the other, hip jutting out. Your bright smile was a much talked about contrast to Roy’s own expression, but the pictures were still ones you treasured.

You caught Keeley out of the corner of your eye, her and Jamie posing for photos of their own. Normally, you might have ran over to greet them but since you currently couldn't run, you just waved, mouthing a 'thank you!' to them for coming. Keeley offered you a shocked look at how good your outfit was, while Jamie just saluted. You could feel Roy’s arm moving and knew what he was about to do, so you grasped it lightly in your own.

“No middle fingers at my premiere,” you hiss at him, under the guise of the same bright smile. You feel his chuckle in his chest under your palm and you relent, bringing his hand up to your lips to press a kiss to each knuckle before you let it go, “Thank you.”

He grunts and you nod your appreciation to the camera people before moving on, allowing Roy to propel you forward as you fight to keep your balance. However uncomfortable you were, at least you knew you looked damn good. When you’d done a twirl for Roy before the two of you left earlier, he’d just stood there silently. He stared at you for fucking ages. You think he’s still frustrated that you stopped him when he started toying with the zipper because you weren’t willing to be fashionably late.

“Think you can cope?” Roy asks, pulling you out of your thoughts as he gestures to the next lot of paparazzi who are this time clamouring for some solo shots of you. You kiss Roy’s cheek and nod at him, pushing him gently out of the way with a laugh as you assume your previous pose but with a hand on your hip instead.

There’s a woman waving a microphone at you and you squint at her, then eagerly hike up your dress as realisation dawns.

“Hannah! How are you?” you greet warmly, kissing both cheeks and taking hold of her hand, “It’s so good to see a friendly face.” “These things are quite overwhelming,” she agrees, holding up her microphone in a way that you’re used to. No, you and Hannah weren’t friends, but you were friendly and that counted just as much in this world, “But you’re going to have to get them used to them, honey! Your third big movie this year, how do you find the time?”

“Oh, I made a deal with the devil long ago, Hannah,” you laugh, annoyed with yourself that its not your real laugh. Maybe tonight really was a little overwhelming, “No, in all seriousness, I’m just honoured to have gotten the chance to work on not one but three incredible projects in such a short period of time. I’ve been lucky.”

Your eyes find Roy’s. He’s stood just a few metres away, ready to dart in and take you away if you give him the signal. He’s a godsend and he’s perfected his routine of saving you and he gets away with it because he’s Roy Kent. It works wonders for you.

“Speaking of being lucky,” Hannah attempts a segue that you’re not sure even she’s sold on, “What’s up next for you? Another Hollywood blockbuster or some quiet time with that fella of yours?”

Hannah speaks in a very friendly way, so why do you have the sudden urge to go all Kent on her and tell her to kindly fuck off. You do a shaky exhale with your mouth far enough away from the microphone as you scratch your temple with one finger. The signal.

“Ah, you know, I think it’s time that I-”

“Right, that’s enough,” Roy steps up, signature couldn’t give a fuck walk on display as his arm winds around your waist again and it feels like you can breathe once more, “Fuck off now, please. Thank you.”

And he gets you out of there. Steers you past the next batch of photographers entirely with a few middle fingers despite your earlier insistence. You’re too grateful to care, smiling at those you pass with ease since Roy is making it clear that you’re not stopping to talk. You see a few more Richmond faces as he opens the door to the cinema they’re screening the film in, some of which you actually wouldn’t mind speaking to, but you figure you’ll see them inside.

Once you’re in the door and Roy has shut it behind you, the first thing you do is let out a huge huff of breath, a release. He tilts his head at you knowingly.

“I love it when you’re simultaneously rude and polite, you know?” you say, trying to break a bit of tension, “Fucking hot.”

“Yeah, I know,” he says, and you wonder if that’s why he’s started add pleases and thank yous to his insults. He takes your hand in his and leads you slowly over to a sofa in the entrance hall, “You good?”

“Am now,” you answer honestly as you flop into a seat, watching Roy crouch down in front of you, hands on your knees through your dress, “I don’t know why it’s difficult tonight. Hannah’s a delight, normally.”

“Hannah’s a fucking nosy delight,” Roy barks out, “Your feet hurt, you’ve been rushing around all week, all those interviews. Talking to people. You’re exhausted. It’s fucking allowed.”

“I like talking to people,” you say, voice small.

“No, you’re good at it. There’s a difference. If you describe your perfect night to me, does it involve any of these people prying into your fucking business? Does it involve people at all?”

He’s very good at suddenly coming out with something that allows for a slight shift in your worldview. And he’s right. You know how to talk to people, you’re good at it, making connections and finding common ground. But your happiest is at home. Maybe a Richmond match, if they win. A day at the zoo, even.

“You’re so secretly insightful, god,” you groan, plastering a hand to your forehead as you sink further into your seat, “You’re right. Shit. I’ve just been doing so much of it.”

“Yeah. Just need a break. I’ve been telling you that shit.”

He has. Incessantly. You’d almost argued with him about it the day before, but you stopped yourself when you remembered he was trying to be kind, even if you were struggling with the constant reminders to take care of yourself. You’d promised, after the premiere, you’d recharge. If you’d listened to him, you would have recharged before, and maybe you could’ve handled a longer conversation with Hannah that the film’s promoters would have liked.

“Can we just agree from now on that you’re always right? It’s like living with a wizard. You’re my Gandalf.”

He chuckles, rubbing his hands up your thighs and back down again, strong, soothing motions. You’re not sure he even knows he’s doing it, providing steady comfort without even thinking about it.

“Fuck no. I’m wrong all the fucking time,” he says, “Let’s agree that we’re both always wrong.”

You giggle, shaking your head as you take his hands in yours, stopping his movements. You lean forward to press your forehead against your clasped hands.

“Love you. Thank you for tonight,” you say into his hands, feeling him kiss the crown of your head, then look up at him to add, “And for every other night. You know my perfect evening does involve one person, right?”

He looks suitably pleased. Sometimes he gets this look on his face that’s almost a smile, eyebrows lifted and sparkling eyes, lips slightly parted. It always makes you want to kiss him, so you do, keeping both your hands over both of his until one of his ends up holding your face closer to him. He breaks away first, keeps it light and sweet, like he knows exactly what you need at all times.

“I know you’re about to make a joke about-”

“Jamie, yeah, I was going to say Jamie,” you admit, flicking your gaze between both his eyes, “But I meant you, idiot. Always mean you, even if I don’t say it.”

“Fucking sap,” he mutters, leaning in to steal another kiss, even slower than the last. Even deeper. You want to pull him on top of you and lean back into this couch and spend the evening like this but there’s definitely other people walking around here. It’s like you’d forgotten.

“Love you too,” he breathes when he pulls away, “And I’m fucking proud of you. For this film, for tonight, for all of it. But if you don’t let me and Phoebe fucking pamper you tomorrow, we’re going to have a fucking problem.”

You gasp, eyes wide.

“She wants to do a spa day?”

“As soon as I told her how stressed you’d been, of course she did. Says her mum got her a new face mask she thinks you’ll like,” he shakes his head, then stops you as you’re about to say something, “And before you ask - no, she doesn’t want to be fucking pampered herself. Keeps going on about ‘providing a service’ the weird little shit.”

You feel a teary laugh bubbling up in your throat. Phoebe made you feel so loved. Roy made you feel so loved. You hoped you could ‘provide the same service’ for them.

“I will be the most relaxed woman on the planet tomorrow,” you promise, running a hand down the side of his face, thumb lingering on the scruff, “Can feel myself floating towards that title right now.”

‘Good. One more thing,” he leans away from you, head ducking down and a terrified part of thinks he’s about to stick his head underneath your dress, but instead you feel the clasps of your shoes coming undone around your ankles. You peer your head to watch him gently free you of your heels, one by one, thumb pressing into the soles of your feet and rubbing all the way down once. You shivered.

“Now let’s go and watch a fucking good film, yeah?”

God, you don’t know how you’re going to keep your hands off this man when you’re about to be sat in a dark room for the next two hours. Your dress pools on the floor when you stand up now that you don’t have your heels, but Roy quickly picks up the fabric so you don’t walk on it. You turn your head to sneak another quick kiss as the two of you begin walking towards the theatre, your heels dangling from Roy’s other hand.

“If you don’t end up marrying me, Roy Kent, I’m going to be really fucking angry with you.”

You watch the grin light up his face as he holds the door open for you to go and find your seats.

“Noted.”

[buckyalpine]

Ex!Bucky fluff

I’m about to break hearts rn but I’ll mend it with a mini life saver. I promise. I was in a silly goofy mood for angst but I can't just leave the ending like that.

Bucky squeezed his eyes shut, trying to regulate his breathing while practicing the grounding methods you had taught him, your soft voice guiding him through his panic attack.

"Tell me what you see around you"

"I-I see the curtains, the coffee table, the bookshelf- uh- the couch" You nodded, encouraging him to continue while his glassy eyes flicked around the living room. He looked at all the things you had hand picked for the space when you moved in together; the empty box he used as a shelter finally became a home after he met you.

"How about something you can smell"

"I-I can smell the laundry detergent on the blanket" It was Bucky's favorite scent because it smelled like lavender and lavender smelled like home. Home was you.

"What else my love" You cooed, "What can you touch"

"The pillow- it feels soft" Bucky's fingers dug into the sofa as he stayed frozen in place but he knew how soft the couch cushions were. After all you had picked them because you were obsessed with how plush they were.

"What is something that's real"

“You’re here with me”

"Oh, Jamie"

"You're always here" Bucky's voice cracked with emotion, the tears he had been holding in falling down his cheeks and staining his Henley.

You smiled sadly, shaking your head.

"I'm not, baby" Your voice was a gentle whisper, wishing you could reach out to cup his scruffy cheek, wiping the steady stream of tears that continued to pour down his face "But I wish I was"

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Now I had planned on stopping here, insinuating reader had died. however if you don't stand for that, you may continue to read below.

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Bucky couldn't take it.

6 months.

6 months he'd gone without you, hoping one day it would get easier but the day never came. He hoped the guilt of breaking your heart would balance with the fact that you'd be safer without him but not having you by his side was worse than any kind of torture he'd endured. He didn't think he was worthy of your love but now here he was, craving it more than ever.

He thought his love for you would make him selfless enough to carry on alone just to keep you out of harms way but his walls were crumbling further each day.

He needed you so bad.

He wanted to be selfish.

For his luck, you hadn't gone far. He'd made sure to keep tabs on you long after you left, anxiety eating him alive on days where you did something differently from your routine. Even if you were not together, he'd make sure you were protected.

****

You put away your groceries for the week, shuffling around the tiny apartment you'd moved back into 6 months ago, going through the motions as if your heart hadn't been split into two. No amount of convincing allowed him to believe he deserved you. You shook away that train of thought, a gentle knock at the door breaking you away from the small kitchenette.

You hesitated, debating on reaching for the knife you had hidden under the cupboard, something Bucky had taught you when he insisted on also teaching you self defense. The gentle knocking continued as you unlocked the handle without undoing the chain, gasping when you opened the door.

There he was.

The man you still cried over each night.

The man who still owned your entire heart.

The man who you adored with your entire being to the end of the earth and back. You shakily undid the chain, letting him inside, still too shocked to say anything.

"M'sorry" His voice came out a broken whisper, bottom lip already trembling seeing you wrapped up in a hoodie he thought had lost. "I'm sorry darling"

You didn't realize you'd broken down into tears until you felt him wrap you up, hugging you tightly to his chest, his own emotions overwhelming him.

"Please don't cry" Bucky wept into your hair as he clung onto you, rocking you in his strong arms, "Please baby, not over me, don't cry angel"

"I-I-al-already-c-cried-so-much" You choked and hiccupped between sobs, clinging onto Bucky harder as if he'd disappear into thin air the same way he did each night when you woke up from your dreams. The bed would feel cold and empty, the room too quiet and your heart all alone. "I'll-cr-y-if-I-w-want-t-to"

You let out a shaky huff, your brows knitted together into a pouty frown, trying hard to be angry with him, angry at the fact that he didn't allow you to love him the way he deserved, angry that he pushed you away instead of trying to workout a different solution. Bucky couldn't help but let out a wet chuckle between sniffles, giving you a soft squeeze and tilting your face up to peck your bottom lip which had been jutting out.

"I never want you to cry again love, I'll never make that mistake again" He swore, looking deeply into your eyes, cradling your head against where his heart was hammering against his chest. "Never again sweetheart, I'm so sorry I pushed you away baby, I can't do this without you, I love you so much"

You whimpered at his words, allowing him to lift you up, your legs moving on their own to wrap around his waist, burying your face into the crook of his neck. Bucky carried you all the way back and straight to the bedroom. He wanted nothing more than to hold and cuddle you, craving more with each passing minute until he was as close as he could possibly be. He stayed inside you, smiling against your sweat slicked skin, not bothering to pull out once the entire night.

"I'm finally home" He whispered against your skin, pressing soft kisses to your cheeks while you looked at him quizzically, giggling at his lips continues to dance across your lips, "It's not home without you"

[moonstruckme]

hi! i've been stalking your page for literal hours and i love how you write poly marauders so much!! could you write how they would react to the reader coming home from a night out with a black eye or something like that?? <33333

Thank you lovely! And thanks for being so patient while I took literal months to get to this request haha, love you! <3

cw: reader is drunk and has a black eye

poly!marauders x fem!reader ♡ 1.2k words

“Hey, gorgeous,” Sirius says as you come in the door. Remus shushes him, and he lowers his voice. “How’re the girls?” 

“Good,” you reply, cautiously quiet as you kick off your shoes. 

Rounding the couch, you see James asleep on Remus’ shoulder, a small puddle of drool soaking into the material of the taller boy’s pajama shirt. They’re all in pajamas, actually. Envy strikes you through the heart. They look so unbearably cozy, better than you in your scratchy jeans and too-tight top. 

“I hope you didn’t wait up,” you say as Remus flips his book closed, and Sirius chuckles. You’ll learn later that you’d been slurring your words. 

“We don’t mind,” Remus confirms your suspicions. “You didn’t walk home by yourself, did you?” 

You shake your head, flopping into the spot beside James on the couch. Only you hadn’t quite thought that through, and Remus tuts as he starts to rouse. 

“Sorry,” you whisper. “Um, the girls dropped me off out front.” 

Sirius nods his approval. James hums as he picks his head up off Remus’ shoulder, spotting you. 

“Hey, lovie.” He transfers his affections to you, wrapping his arms around your neck and letting himself weigh heavily against your front. You giggle, your favorite monkey. “Did you just get home?” 

“Uh-huh. Oh, Jamie!” You gasp as a memory makes its way out of the fog of your brain. “I saw something you would have loved.” 

“What’s that?” he asks. 

“We came across a dog park, and I didn’t even know those could be open at night but—” 

“No, angel.” He’s stopped hugging you, an unpleasant development, one of his hands leaving your neck to hold your cheek. “What’s that on your face?” 

“Hm?” You don’t remember anything getting on your face. “I dunno. Jamie, I’m trying to tell you about the puppies.” 

“Just hold on, darling, sorry. Is that a bruise?” 

“What?” Sirius is in front of you before you know what’s happened. Vampire-fast, you think fascinatedly, wondering if he’d have been a streak across your vision had you bothered to look. Though, to be fair, your vision is generally streaky at the moment. He takes your chin in his hand, tilting it up and to the side. “Remus, point your light here.” 

There’s a low creaking as Remus adjusts his reading lamp, and then you’re squeezing your eyes shut. 

“Jesus, what the hell?” 

Remus curses softly, and you squint to see him leaning closer to you. Your boyfriends’ faces crowd your vision like a three-headed monster. 

“Baby,” Sirius says, sounding heartbroken, “what happened?” 

“I don’t—can you move the light away?” 

More creaking, and you can see again. You blink, eyes watery, and Sirius lays a painstakingly gentle thumb over the skin beneath your eye. 

“It must be bad if it’s already bruising,” he says. 

Remus stands. “Then we should put ice on it.” 

You pout as he disappears into the kitchen, but Sirius recaptures your attention by turning your face toward his. 

“I need you to think.” He fixes his stare on yours gravely. His eyes are the color of the moon reflecting off water. You try to tell him so, but his frown doesn’t abate. “Listen,” he says, “what happened to hurt your eye? You have to remember.” 

You purse your lips, shaking your head at him. “I feel like I’d know if something happened,” you say self-assuredly. “It’s probably just makeup. Can you get me a wipe?” 

“Angel.” James’ eyebrows have hooked upwards in the middle. He’s looking uncharacteristically serious, too. Your boyfriends are really not being a ton of fun tonight, you think. “It’s all red and purple. You can’t tell me that doesn’t hurt, babydoll.” 

You shrug. That may be so. But if it doesn’t hurt, who really cares? 

Sirius gets up just as Remus comes back with what looks like a balled-up dish towel. He passes it to you with a tender look on his face. 

“Put this on your eye, honey,” he says. Then, “Sirius, love, where are you going?” 

“To call Evans.” 

You touch the cloth to your eye, but it’s freezing cold, and you opt to let it rest in your lap instead.

“She won’t even be home yet,” Remus argues. “And what do you think you’ll accomplish if you do get ahold of her? She can’t tell us anything now that she won’t still know in the morning.” 

“What if somebody did this to her? If Evans saw, I want to know about it tonight.” 

“Don’t you think,” James says, “that if someone hit her, the girls would’ve come in and told us?” You lean against his side, and he wraps an arm around you automatically, rubbing your shoulder. He smells like strawberries and laundry detergent and something ineffably homey. “They wouldn’t have just dropped her off out front.” 

“What if no one saw?” 

“Then what do you think calling will do, love?” 

“I just…I feel like I have to do something. Don’t you?” 

You lean your head on James’ shoulder and snuggle into the familiar sounds of your boyfriends’ voices, overlapping and intermingling. You don’t realize they’ve gone quiet until Remus’ hand wraps around yours, and you open your eyes. 

“You’ve got to actually hold this on your eye,” he chides lovingly, taking the dish towel from you and pressing it to your face. 

The edge of something hard beneath the cloth digs into a tender spot beneath your eye, and you flinch. “Ow.” 

Remus’ forehead creases sympathetically. “Sorry.” 

But the pain brings another memory out of the fog. You pick your head up as you feel your good eye widen in realization, meeting Sirius’. 

He flicks up an eyebrow. “What’re you smiling about?” 

“I remember what happened,” you admit, a touch of embarrassment to your tone. And if you hadn’t had everyone’s attention before, you do now. 

“What was it?” James rubs your shoulder reassuringly. “You can tell us.” 

“It’s…when we were at the dog park, I got distracted.” 

Remus’ eyes narrow. “Go on.” 

You rub your lips together self-consciously. “I may have walked into a sign. About poop bags.” 

James leans away from you to see you better. “Like, a metal sign?” 

You nod, and he winces. 

“Ouch, lovie.” 

“Fucking hell.” Sirius covers his face with both hands, loosing a big breath through the cracks in his palms. Remus reaches back to pats his leg consolingly. “I was ready to go after whoever did that with a tire iron.” 

You shrink into the couch cushions. “Sorry.” 

“You could still take a tire iron to the sign, I suppose,” James says. 

Sirius ignores him, crouching in front of you and taking your face in both hands. Remus lets the cloth drop rather than maneuver around him. “Don’t ever scare me like that again, understand?” 

“Yeah,” James agrees, “if you injure yourself in the future, ask for a pen and make a note on your arm or something. Save us the worry.” 

You lean forward, pressing a lingering, heartfelt kiss to Sirius’ cheek. 

“Thanks for worrying,” you say, and where your lips touched him the skin glows pink. 

“You’re taking years of my life, you know,” he says quietly. 

Remus chuckles. “Don’t worry. It looks good on you.” 

[daenysx]

imagine giving james a skincare sesh where reader is seated comfortably (on his lap ehm) and he lets her put all sorts of moisturizers, face masks and even lip balm on him and he secretly LOVES it and after they eat homemade cookies and watch their comfort show

thank you for requesting!! i had so much fun writing this, it's my skincare routine applied to james. i guess that means he's literally my boyfriend now (support my delusions please <3333) you can send me requests for james!

james potter x fem!reader, fluff

"are you ready?" you say, grinning. you carried most of your skincare essentials to living room, ready to give your tired boyfriend a nice spa day.

"yes." james walks out of the bathroom. "i washed my face."

"with the cleansing jel?"

"yes, baby." he sits on the couch next to you. you place yourself on his lap expertly, his face looks dry and clean. you lean to give him a kiss on his cheek, james settles down on couch with his back to pillows.

"okay." you say, clapping your hands. you're excited to give him a nice treating, he deserves all the best. you've never understood how boys have clear and smooth skin naturally, james certainly doesn't use as many products as you do, but he lets you do anything you want to him. skincare is like a therapy for you, quality minutes you spend on yourself. it's relaxing, taking care of your body without a single thought in your mind, you want james to experience it, too.

"let me just pull your hair back first." you say quietly, using tiny hairclips to secure his curls.

"why are you whispering?" he asks, whispering.

"i wanna create a relaxing ambience for you." you answer. "whispering is a part of it."

"oh." he teases. "okay."

you take your face toner in your hand, pouring some of it on a cotton pad. "close your eyes, jamie." you say, start applying it on his skin.

james relaxes into the pillow, his hands keep you balanced on his thighs. he likes how excited you get to take care of him, he likes being spoiled by you. your fingers are gentle on his face, almost invisible.

"now i'm gonna put on a face mask, handsome." you say, tearing the package of the mask. "it can feel a bit cold."

"that's okay." he mumbles. you place the mask on his skin carefully, adjusting the sides to cover his entire face. "what does this do?"

"um," you read the package. "it's for hydration mostly, and it has vitamin c in it."

"cool." he has no idea what vitamin c does for skin.

"we're gonna wait for 15 minutes." you say. "can i massage your hands while we wait?"

this must be some kind of special heaven for james. he gives you his hands blindly, you put on hand cream on the back of his hands and start rubbing it nicely on his skin.

james sometimes complains about how rough his hands feel, he washes them a lot and always neglects applying moisturizer. the cream feels good, like he has the skin of a baby now. you're being really sweet on him, he likes the way his muscles loosen up under your fingers.

"you're an angel." he says, a deep sound coming from his throat when you press a tight spot between his thumb and forefinger. "my fucking angel."

you smile, giving the same care to his other hand. james feels his hands go numb when you're finished. you clean the remnants of the cream on your hands before taking the mask off his face. "there you go." you put the used mask aside. "feels good?"

"i feel like a baby."

you laugh. "you're gonna be like a baby when i'm done."

it's a nice promise, james likes it very much. "i'm gonna apply some under eye cream now." you whisper. "you have no dark circles, i'm so jealous."

"it's because i actually have a sleeping schedule, lovely girl." he smiles. "something you lack, you know."

"hmm."

you massage his face a little bit before applying some moisturizer. you don't think any more products are needed for james, his skin is already perfect and the mask takes care of a lot of things. you want his face to be relaxed, so you keep your fingers on his cheeks. he smiles a lot, there are little lines on the corners of his lips and eyes that start forming. you can't help yourself, you kiss his lips softly. he immediately reacts but you pull yourself back, focusing on your work.

"what's the point of relaxing if i'm not gonna get a kiss?" james frowns.

"you'll get your kisses." you promise. "when i'm done."

applying moisturizer is so easy, his skin is glowing now. you make sure you cover every little spot on his face. "it smells good." he says. you nod even though his eyes are closed. "it really does." you say.

"and now," you put the cream away. "lip mask."

"lip mask?" james opens his eyes. "how will i kiss you if i have something on my lips?"

you laugh at his dramatics. "it never stopped you before. you always ruin my lipstick, remember?"

"not the same thing."

"come on, be a good boy for once." you tease. james parts his lips in shock. "once? this is a vile accusation."

you stop him, putting on a tiny bit of lip mask on his lips. he presses his lips together clumsily. "it tastes nice. is that strawberry?"

"you're not supposed to eat it!" you laugh. "leave some of it at least."

"mm, okay." he says. you fix his hair, and put a kiss on his cheek. you hand him the remote before leaving his lap. "i'm gonna bring you some cookies, can you pick a show?"

james nods, watches you clean up the mess through sleepy eyes. his skin has never felt this soft, he wants to pinch his own cheeks. he opens up the show you both like as he waits for you.

you come back with a plate full of cookies. james pulls you into his lap again. "i'm gonna eat just one." he says smugly. "i can't ruin my lip mask and i don't want crumbs on my face."

you laugh. "you're getting really good at this skincare thing."

"thanks to my angel." he says, he kisses your cheek three times. "i love you so much."

"i love you, too, baby." you say, your hand in his curls. "i can do it anytime you want."

"good, because i don't think i can go on without this anymore." he says like it's so obvious. "now, i remember i was promised kisses."

you settle down on his lap. "i don't wanna ruin your lip mask."

"it's not ruining, babe." he disagrees. "i'm willingly sharing my lip mask with you."

you laugh until your chest hurts.

[wicchyy]

0.2 — daddy’s punishment ; james potter

sum: James punishes you

warnings: (smut), oral, humping, d/s dynamic

notes: clearing out my notes !!

James tightened your legs around his neck, splaying his palms on the soft skin of your thighs and gripping them gently but firmly. His tongue remains flicking at your wet cunt, eyes wide open to view your fucked out face.

The day had just started and James was already craving the taste of your sweet juices. He’d had a dirty dream last night after seeing you play with yourself naughtily, and he couldn’t resist. Because of how much of a desperate slut you were being last night, James made the rules this morning. You were allowed to come. But the catch was this: you weren’t allowed to stop until James couldn’t take anymore. And one of his favorite things in the world was your pussy, so the question was when will he ever stop?

You’d already been on your fourth orgasm. The first one James had only done by licking your clit, your wetness immediately gushing by his fast tongue. The second he had fit his fingers deep inside you, spitting at your clit and making you ride his fingers. The third orgasm, he made you ride his face. And the fourth now, James was painfully teasing you by dragging out his slow licks from your clit all the way down to your bum.

“Mmm, sweetheart. Have I told you how precious your cunt tastes?” He groaned, reveling in your juices heing smeared against his lips. He pressed a gentle kiss to your clit and pinched it, not heing able to contain himself.

“Jamie, please …” you whined, your voice barely being able to voice the words with how much you were whimpering in his care. “Please let me come, baby.”

“Mm, wrong.” He pinched your clit again, “No Jamie r’now. You know what to call me, naughty baby.” He chastised. He grinned right up at you, smile feeling against your cunt. And because James was feeling extra mean, he slapped your cunt roughly.

The action had you clenching around nothing at all. “Daddy …, please, daddy.” You whined helplessly.

James tsked, using his pointed and thumb to pinchc your clit again. You moaned sharply, “Should’ve been a good baby then, huh? Instead you were a naughty little slut who didn’t care about daddy.” He cooed, inserting two fingers directly into you.

“ ‘m sorry! Please, please, daddy!”

“Mhmm, I know you are baby. But daddy loves this pretty pussy so much. Can’t help but wanna see it spill over and over again.”

Tears of pleasure have started to spill all over your face. “Won’t do it again, daddy. Please, daddy promise!” You whined. “Please, please.”

“Oh, I don’t believe it a bit, baby. But since daddy needs to come too, you can come, baby.” James finally allows. You let out a sharp moan when his fingers delve deeper. Your juices spill all over his fingers, and James can’t help but coo over the sight.

Once you’ve recovered from your high, James sits up slightly and pulls out his cock from his boxers. The front is soiled with his cum, he clearly came from making you repeatedly. “Baby, be a good little slut and clean daddy’s fingers off.”

You went over to him and did as he said, stuffing his thick fingers in your mouth and cleaning up your own juices. You hum as James begins to pump his cock. His tip is red, unsurprisingly hard, he begins to jerk himself off while still staring at you.

“Get on top of my pillow, honey. Grind your pretty pussy against it.” When he heard you whine, mouth still full of his filthy fingers, his cock twitched.

You took the sign to quickly grab his pillow, sighing when your cunt sunk down on the cold silky material. You grinded down on like a desperate slut. “Daddy …” you mumbled.

James jerked himself harder, “Look at you. Precious little slut. Getting yourself off with my pillow.” He pushed his fingers deeper in your mouth. “Soiling my pillow like that, huh? Such a desperate slut, barely need anything to come.” He degrades further.

The words only push you toward your orgasm. James pumps himself once, twice, before he’s shooting white ribbons of cum on his pillow where you’re still grinding atop. His cum spreads down and meets your leaking cunt, making the pillow case filthy and sticky, but making it easier for you to grind down to. James pulles his fingers from your mouth and uses it to pinch your nipple. His mouth coming to use by sucking your other one.

You’re almost reaching your orgasm. With James making everything feel more sensitive, you let out a pornographic moan before begging for your release. James obliges, letting you cum all over his pillow.

“Mmm, I love you baby. Even if you’re a naughty slut.”

You smiled as he leaned in for a kiss. James’ hands seem to have another plan. He uses it to move your body and position his cock inside you. “Now I need to come inside this fucked out pussy.” He groans.

And while he does, James doesn’t stay silent but instead keeps degrading you with a side of loving praises. You let him fuck you, any way he wants. Because at this moment, you just wanna be your daddy’s little fucktoy.

“I love you, daddy.” You mumble out in pure sensitivity under his touch.

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[writtenbymoonflower]

Hello hello !!!

I hope you are doing fantastic <3

Could I request a poly!marauders x reader where reader randomly faints in the middle of class after complaining that she felt a little dizzy and the boys comforts her ? (I have no idea if you already wrote for this, if so, I apologize !!)

Lots of love <33

Hi lovely! This isn't super saccharine with the comfort, I hope that's okay! poly!marauders x fem!reader, mondern!au

cw: fainting, swearing

724 words

You sat on the bench outside of your classroom, a half-eaten granola bar crumbling onto your lap when James all but fee-fi-fo-fummed down the hallway towards you, still flushed after rushing here in the middle of practice. 

“Jamie! Be quiet.” You scolded, cutting your eyes towards the open classroom door, the lecture still in progress. 

“Are you okay? Did you fall? Did you hurt yourself?” He knelt in from of you, checking for injury. 

“I’m fine. I was by my chair, my deskmate caught me.” He didn’t look very relieved. 

“What happened, sweetheart?” He pulled his phone out, typing in a number. 

“I just felt a bit dizzy, I have since this morning.” You started. James put his phone down when Remus and Sirius walked through the glass doors. 

“We’ve got the car pulled around.” Sirius scrambled his words out, rushing to you. 

“Remus! Don’t you have work today?” You whisper-scolded. He just rolled his eyes. You went to stand up but all the boys flinched. 

“Careful!” James’ hands shot out to gently push you back down. “Don’t get up too fast.” He beckoned Sirius to cage you on the other side. 

“I was able to walk out of the classroom just fine on my own.” You still took hold of James’ arm and allowed him to walk you out. 

“You’re feeling okay now though, right?” Sirius’ tone was laced with anxiety. 

“I’m perfectly fine.” You reached for him with your free hand.

“Do you know why you fainted?” Remus asked as he pushed the heavy door open, leading you straight to the car. You and James climbed into the backseat, Sirius in the front (it was just like him to never give up his shotgun seat), and Remus driving.

“No.” You could sense the downturn of his mouth without even having to see. “But I’m sure it’s nothing major.” 

“Um, babe.” Sirius was half concern and half sass. “I’m pretty sure that fainting without an apparent reason is very fucking concerning.” You were about to respond but James got there first.

“Why don’t we just backtrack.” He turned to you. “Did you sleep all right last night, angel?” You nodded. “Did you eat today?” You nodded again. “What did you have?” 

“Toast.” You responded. 

“Just toast?” Remus asked severely. 

“It was two pieces. And it’s only just past noon.” You reasoned. He looked displeased but didn’t argue more. James took that as permission to continue his gentle interrogation. 

“Did you have water with that, lovely?” He looked at you, an air of knowingness in his gaze. You rolled your lips in shame. Sirius turned around in his chair to look at you aghast. You knew that Remus was preoccupied with you, since he did not lecture him on seat belt safety. 

“Baby! We literally talked about this yesterday.” 

“Oh like you’re any better.” You scoffed. “If I remember correctly you were also being lectured yesterday.”

“Oi! My water bottle is half empty right now I’ll have you know.” He huffed and turned back around dramatically. You could see Remus rolling his eyes in the rearview mirror. 

“Back on topic please.” He scolded. James took the mantle back. 

“Angel, I think you probably fainted because you were dehydrated.” He said gently. 

“And because you didn’t have a proper breakfast.” Remus scolded. James gave him a look begging for patience and dug through his gym bag. He fished out a full bottle of water and a protein bar. 

“This isn’t much but it will do until we can get some decent food in you.” He handed them over, squeezing your shoulder affectionately. You rolled your eyes, pretending that you weren’t actually very hungry and thirsty. You drank the water in just a few large gulps. 

“Someone’s thirsty.” Sirius deadpanned. 

“Yeah, you. For attention.” You sassed. He turned around, squawking indignantly and swiping at you like a cat. You tried to kick him from your seat but Remus caught your foot. 

“Can you please refrain from fist fighting until we are out of the moving vehicle?” He was trying (and failing) to sound reprimanding. You grumbled. 

“You shouldn’t be fist fighting with the sick and injured anyway, pads.” James said, placing a hand on your thigh. It was Sirius’ turn to grumble. 

“Alright, fine.” Sirius said, faux indigent. “But the minute you’re better, it’s on dolly.”

[blakeswritingimagines]

Head In The Clouds

Summary: As you both leave the scene of your tryst, you both look forward to whatever the future may hold for the clearly lovestruck relationship.

Warnings: Teasing, Pining, Established relationship, Kissing, PWP, Unprotected sex, Public sex, Technically Car sex.

Word Count: 6.9k

Jamie Drysdale and his girlfriend were preparing for a team barbecue. Jamie rummaged through his closet, debating between a casual shirt and a more formal button-down. He glanced over at you, who gracefully applied a touch of makeup in front of the mirror. "Hey, babe, what do you think? Button-up or casual?" Jamie asked, holding up the two options for your approval. You glanced up from your reflection, your eyes flickering over the shirts Jamie held up. "Hmm, decisions, decisions," you teased, a smile playing at the corners of your lips. You set down your makeup brush and walked over to him. Your fingers smoothed over the soft fabric of the causal shirt before moving to the button-up, feeling its smoothness. "You know, you look good in both," you said, thoughtfully tilting your head to the side. "Hmm… I think the casual shirt suits you better," you said, turning your gaze back to the mirror as you delicately applied some mascara. "It's a barbecue, after all. You don't want to be too formal, and the casual shirt will be more comfortable in the summer heat."

Jamie chuckled at your response. He looked at the casual shirt in his hands, then back at you, appreciating your opinion. "You're right, as usual," he replied, putting the button-up back into the closet. "I guess I need to remember that it's supposed to be a fun, laid-back event. Thanks, babe." He changed into the casual shirt, and then went over to you, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind. He rested his chin on your shoulder, looking at your reflection in the mirror. "You look absolutely stunning, by the way." A pleasant shiver ran through you as Jamie's arms encircled your waist. His words, full of tenderness and admiration, sent a flutter through your pulse. You leaned into his embrace, a soft smile playing upon your lips as you caught his gaze in the mirror. "Thank you," you replied, your voice soft and warm. "You're always so sweet." Your eyes lingered on his reflection, taking in the way his arms wrapped around you and how he rested his chin on your shoulder. "It's all for you," you added a hint of playfulness in your tone.

Jamie chuckled at your response, a small chuckle that rumbled through his chest and vibrated against your back. "Oh, really? All for me, huh?" he teased. His arms tightened around you, pulling you even closer, if possible. "Well, I'm definitely feeling lucky, then." He leaned in, his lips gently brushing against the side of your neck, sending another shiver through your body. "You know, we're going to be late for the barbecue at this rate," he whispered in your ear. Your breath hitched at the feel of Jamie's lips against your neck, sending a new wave of shivers cascading down your spine. You arched slightly into him, your body responding to his touch. "Well, you're the one who decided to put on a fashion show," you shot back, a slightly cheeky tone in your voice. As he whispered in your ear about being late, you leaned back against him with a soft sigh. "I think they can wait a little longer," you murmured, tilting your head to the side, offering him better access to your neck.

Jamie chuckled again at your response, the sound low and seductive against your skin. His lips trailed down the side of your neck, leaving a trail of warm, gentle kisses. "Well, if you insist," he murmured, his hands wandering to the hem of your shirt. He paused for a moment, his fingers tracing small circles against your bare waist. "But just a little longer." His lips found the sensitive spot below your ear, his teeth nipping gently at your skin. "You're so beautiful," he whispered, his breath hot against your neck. "I can't get enough of you." Heat coiled in the pit of your stomach, the way his lips and teeth explored your skin, setting your nerves on fire. Your fingers reached up to grasp his shoulders, your nails digging gently into the fabric of his shirt. "Jamie," you breathed, "But you're not the only one who can't get enough." your voice is a mixture of pleasure and admonishment. "We're going to be so late." But even as you said the words, your body arched into him, silently contradicting your own protest. You wanted more of his touch, of his attention, of his compliments. Your pulse quickened as he whispered praise in your ear.

Jamie's hands continued to roam over your body, one hand still toying with the hem of your shirt, the other slipping under the fabric to caress the soft skin of your stomach. He could feel your fingers dig into his shoulders, the slight sting of your nails against his skin only fueling his desire. He pulled away just enough to look at you in the mirror, his eyes dark with lust. "I don't care if we're late," he murmured, his voice low and rough. "They can wait. You're all I want, all I need. And you're right here, in my arms." Your breath hitched at the feel of Jamie's hands on your body, your fingers gripping his shoulders a little tighter as you felt the heat of his desire. His rough, low voice had a way of igniting something deep within you, making your heart race. As your gaze met his in the mirror, you saw the primal lust in his darkened eyes. "Jamie," you whispered, your voice a mixture of desire and pleading. "We can't… We can't stay here all night." Jamie's hands stilled at your words, his fingers pausing in their exploration of your skin. He took a deep breath, trying to control his own desire, but the heat in his gaze didn't waver. He knew you were right, but the thought of letting go of you, of walking away when he wanted you so much, was unbearable. "I know," he said hoarsely, his voice strained. "I know we can't. But god, I want you so badly." Your heart ached at the strain in Jamie's voice, but also at the raw desire you saw in his eyes. Your grip on his shoulders loosened slightly, your fingers gently tracing the taut muscles there. "I want you too," you whispered, your voice soft yet filled with need. "More than you know. But we can't get carried away, not yet." Your eyes held his gaze in the mirror, the tension in the air so thick it was almost palpable.

Jamie closed his eyes, his head falling forward to rest on your shoulder. He felt like he was being torn in two, his body screaming at him to just give in to his desires, to take you right there against your vanity, but his mind trying desperately to regain control. His hands moved to your hips, his fingers gripping them tightly, almost as if he was afraid you'd disappear if he let go. "You're killing me," he muttered, his voice so low, it was almost a growl. Jamie's head came to rest on your shoulder, the weight of him against you both a comfort and a torment. The grip of his fingers on your hips was tight, possessive as if he was clinging to you for dear life. The low, almost guttural tone of his voice sent a shiver down your spine, the raw need in it making you almost weak in the knees. Your hand came up to gently cup the side of his face, your thumb tracing the sharp line of his jaw. "I know," you managed to whisper, your voice as shaky as your pulse. "We'd better get going." Jamie let out a deep sigh at your words, his grip on your hips loosening slightly. He lifted his head from your shoulder, taking a moment to compose himself, to pull himself back from the edge. "You're right," he grumbled, his voice gruff. "We can't stay here. But I swear the thought of letting you out of my arms for the rest of the evening is almost painful."

You felt his grip on your hips loosen, the tension in his body slightly easing. As he lifted his head from your shoulder, you took a breath, trying to steady your own racing heart. When he spoke, his gruff voice sending a flutter through your stomach, you couldn't help but smile a little. "It's not like you won't get to touch me later," you teased gently, your hand still cradling his jaw. "You'll survive." He opened the passenger door for you, his manners impeccable despite the hunger in his gaze. Once you were seated inside, he closed the door and walked around to the driver's side, his movements a bit more restless than usual. As he slid into the driver's seat, he shot you a quick glance, his hand already finding your thigh. His touch was light, almost casual, but his eyes betrayed the true depth of his desire. You smiled as Jamie opened the car door for you, the action a stark contrast to the hunger in his gaze. As you settled into the passenger seat, you couldn't help but notice the slight restlessness in his movements, and the way his eyes kept flickering to you. The feel of his hand on your thigh was light, yet it was like a spark, igniting a fire within you. His touch, so casually possessive, left no doubt about his true feelings. Your breath hitched as you looked at him, anticipation building in your veins.

Jamie smirked at the hitch in your breath, his hand giving your thigh a gentle squeeze. He kept his eyes on the road ahead, his grip on the steering wheel tight, but his mind was clearly elsewhere. "You know," he said, his voice lowering slightly, "It's taking all of my self-control not to pull over and just have you right here in the car." A shiver ran down your spine as Jamie squeezed your thigh, your heart pounding in your chest. The way his eyes were fixed on the road, his grip on the steering wheel so tight, spoke volumes about his strained self-control. His voice, low and dangerous, sent a wave of heat through you. "Is that so?" you managed to respond, your voice slightly shaky. "You don't think we'd get arrested for public indecency, do you?" Jamie chuckled darkly, the sound sending another shiver down your spine. He shot you a quick glance, his eyes raking over your form in a way that made your heart race even faster. "Oh, trust me," he said, his words like a promise, "I'd risk anything if it meant having you right now. Besides, I've got a feeling we could find a secluded spot where no one would catch us."

There was something about his chuckle, dark and seductive, that sent a new wave of heat through your veins. The way he looked at you, eyes raking over your body and making your pulse quicken, made your head spin with want. When he spoke, his words a promise and a threat all at once, you almost forgot how to breathe. "A secluded spot, huh?", you managed to reply, your voice low and shaky. "You've really thought about this, haven't you?" Jamie smirked at your response, his grip on the steering wheel tightening even more. "Of course, I've thought about it," he said, his voice thick with desire. "I think about you all the time. When I'm on the ice, when I'm training, I can't get you out of my head. I'm always thinking about how good it would feel to have you." His words were like a caress, his voice rough and gravelly with his unbridled need. His voice dropped even lower. "I'm always thinking about how I can have you, how I can touch you, taste you… everywhere." Your insides quivered as Jamie spoke, his voice a rough, needy whisper, like a physical caress. The images his words put in your mind only made the heat inside you burn hotter, your heart racing in your chest. You swallowed hard, trying to find your voice. "That sounds… intense," you said, your own voice betraying your desire. You shifted in your seat, trying to get a bit more comfortable, but it only made you more aware of the heat between your legs, the ache that was building with each word he spoke.

Jamie could hear the change in your voice, the slight quiver that betrayed your own growing need. He risked a quick glance at you, noticing the way you shifted in your seat. The sight almost made him lose control. "Intense is an understatement," he gritted out, his voice rough as sandpaper. "You have no idea how badly I need you right now. How much all I want to do is pull over, and just… take you." Your breath hitched as he spoke, the raw need in his voice making your heart race. The thought of him taking you, right here in the car, was dizzying, though the logical part of your brain knew it wasn't practical. "Trust me," you managed to say, your own voice a trembling whisper, "I have some idea." Your fingers clenched, desperate for something to hold onto, to anchor them against the overwhelming need that coursed through your veins. "Just… focus on driving," you said, though your words were more of a plea than a command. Jamie took a deep breath, his fingers gripping the steering wheel so tightly that his knuckles turned white. "Easier said than done," he grumbled, his voice taut with the effort of controlling himself. He tried to focus on the road ahead, tried to block out the images that your words had put in his mind, but it was a near-impossible task. Every glance at you, the way you squirmed in your seat, the hitch in your breath it all served to drive him even wilder.

The sight of Jamie gripping the steering wheel, his knuckles white with the effort of holding himself back, was both thrilling and torture. You knew you were driving him wild, your own body's reactions only heightened the tension in the car. You tried to focus on anything else, the passing scenery, the sound of the engine, anything to take your mind off the ache that was building between your thighs. But it was no use. Every look in his direction, every small sound you made, only served to fuel the fire that was burning within you both. As Jamie drove, the tension in the car grew thicker and hotter with every passing mile. He could hear every shaky breath, every soft whimper, that escaped your lips, each little sound only fueling the fire that was coursing through his veins. His mind was a jumble of thoughts, all centering around you and how badly he wanted to pull over, to take you right then and there. "God," he ground out, his voice a deep, guttural rasp, "You're killing me here."

Your heartbeat thudded in your ears as you tried to keep your cool, but every look at Jamie, the way his eyes darkened with desire every time he glanced at you, was making it increasingly difficult. Each breath you took was ragged, your body responding to the heat in the air like a moth to a flame. His voice, low and rough as sandpaper, was both a torture and a tantalizing tease. "Trust me," you managed to whisper, "You're not the only one suffering right now." As you both arrived at the barbecue, the air was warm and filled with the scent of sizzling burgers and the sound of cheerful chatter. The party was well underway, with clusters of guests milling about and enjoying food and drinks. Jamie parked the car and stepped out, his mind still reeling from the intense drive and the proximity to you. He took a deep breath, trying to compose himself, before walking over to your side and opening the door for you.

you emerged from the car, the scent of grilling meat and the sounds of laughter filling the air. You tried to plaster a smile on your face, to act as though nothing was amiss, but your body was still thrumming with unspent desire, your mind still filled with thoughts of Jamie and the way he made you feel. As Jamie opened the car door and extended his hand to help you out, you felt a shiver run down your spine. The casual touch of his hand against your skin was like a jolt of electricity, reigniting the need that had pooled within you just moments before. Jamie could feel the shiver that ran through you at his touch, the briefest of contact sending heat radiating through his fingers. As you stood up, he couldn't help but notice the way you held yourself, your body language speaking volumes about the needs and desires that still simmered just beneath the surface. His hand moved to the small of your back, guiding you towards the party. "You ready for this?" he asked, his voice still rough with desire for his gentle question. The heat from his hand on your back spread through you like wildfire, an almost overwhelming sense of longing filling you. Your body instinctively leaned into his touch, seeking more, but you managed to nod and offer him a small smile. "As ready as I'll ever be," you replied, though the words came out a little breathless. "Just… don't leave me alone for too long, okay?"

Jamie nodded, a small smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. "Trust me, I don't plan on letting you out of my sight for too long," he said, his hand briefly running down your spine in a gesture that was intended to soothe. As you approached the party, Jamie's arm slid around your waist, pulling you even closer to him, he couldn't help but notice the way you leaned into him, your body seeking his attention, and it only made his need for you grow stronger. As his arm encircled your waist and he pulled you closer, you could feel the heat radiating off his body, the strength of his grip a testament to his own desires. You leaned into him, your body yearning for the safety and comfort in the way he held you. "You're making it difficult to remember why we're even here," you murmured, your voice a soft whisper as you looked up at him. Jamie chuckled at your soft whisper, the sound dark and rich. His gaze locked with yours, his eyes smoldering with a heat that you could almost feel. "Believe me, sweetheart," he murmured back, his voice a low growl, "I'm finding it difficult to remember that myself right now." His thumb brushed over your hip, the touch so casual, yet so possessive, making it clear that he was struggling just as much as you to keep a lid on his desires.

Your body trembled at the sound of his voice, the low growl sending shivers down your spine. His touch, though seemingly casual, was anything but, the possessive undertone making it a silent declaration that you belonged to him. You swallowed, trying to keep your own needs in check, but it was a losing battle. "Then maybe we should hurry and get this over with," you suggested, your voice a soft whisper, "So we can get back to more.. enjoyable activities." Jamie's eyes darkened at your words, a sly smile playing on his lips. He leaned in, his breath tickling your ear as he spoke. "Oh, sweetheart," he whispered, his voice dripping with promise, "I like the way you think." He took your hand in his and began walking, his stride purposeful and determined. He had no intention of lingering here for any longer than necessary. The sooner they finished here, the sooner he could get you alone. Every so often, he would lean in, his lips brushing against your ear, whispering promises of what he would do to you once you were alone again. Your ears tingled as his breath ghosted across them, your mind filled with sinful images at the promise in his voice. Each soft whisper of his intentions sent a thrill through you, making your heart race and your limbs tremble. The feel of his hand enclosing yours, strong and warm, kept you grounded, even as your body ached with anticipation. You tried to maintain a polite facade as you made your way through the party, nodding and exchanging pleasantries, but your mind was miles away.

Jamie could feel your attention wandering, your mind clearly elsewhere. He couldn't blame you, his own thoughts were swimming with images of what he planned to do to you once they left this party. The way you trembled at his touch, the way your breath hitched when he spoke, it was driving him wild. He led you through the crowds, his grip on your hand possessive and firm. He was polite, greeting people and exchanging brief pleasantries, but his mind was focused on how quickly he could finish here and get you alone. As you continued to make your way through the party, your body grew more and more needy, your mind consumed by thoughts of being alone with Jamie. Despite the polite veneer you both wore, there was an undeniable tension between you, a current that crackled with unspent desire. Every time you looked at him, your gaze would meet his, the heat in his eyes sending a shiver down your spine. After what felt like an eternity, the event finally seemed to be winding down, and the guests began to say their goodbyes and head home. As the party started to disperse, Jamie felt a wave of relief wash over him.

He had been polite, had shaken hands, and made small talk, but his mind had been elsewhere the entire time. The way you were looking at him, the heat in your eyes, it was making it nearly impossible for him to focus on anything but you. He felt your hand tighten in his, your own body clearly tense with anticipation. Jamie discreetly pulled you closer, his hand sliding around your waist, his grip possessive. "Finally," he murmured into your ear. "We can get out of here." Your breath hitched as he pulled you closer, the feel of his hand on your waist a possessive claim that only served to escalate your own need. You leaned into him, your body molding against his, the heat between you nearly palpable. The sound of his voice in your ear, gruff and filled with relief, made desire pool deep within you. "Thank god," you managed to respond, your voice low and shaky. "I'm not sure how much longer I can resist the urge to drag you off somewhere secluded." Jamie chuckled at your response, the sound a rough, ragged rasp. His grip on your waist tightened, his fingers digging slightly into your flesh. "Believe me, sweetheart," he growled, his voice dripping with possessive need, "I'm struggling as well. It's taking every bit of self-control I have right now not to just throw you over my shoulder and take you back to my car."

Your body shivered at his words, the gravelly sound of his growl sending a thrill down your spine. The way he held you, his grip tight and dominant, was both soothing and maddening, a constant reminder of his desire. "Mmm," you murmured, tipping your head back to look up at him, your own voice a low, ragged whisper. "And what's stopping you, hm?" Jamie's eyes darkened as you looked up at him, your eyes hooded with desire. He tightened his grip on your waist, pulling you flush against him, his body pressing against yours. "Only a thin thread of my self-control," he rasped, his voice thick with need. "And the fact that we're surrounded by people right now." You shuddered as he pulled you closer, the feel of his body pressed against yours sending heat coursing through you. His words were a dark, sensual promise, his voice a rough whisper that made you ache for him. "And what happens when we're no longer surrounded by people?" you asked, your voice soft and breathy, your own need obvious in your tone.

Jamie's grip on you tightened at your question, his fingers digging into your flesh as his own need grew. "When we're alone," he growled, his voice low and possessive, "I'll show you exactly what I've been holding back." His hand slid down the curve of your hip, his touch proprietary and demanding. "Don't doubt it for a second, sweetheart. I'll have you whimpering my name by the time I'm done with you." Your body trembled under his touch, the dark promise in his voice making your breath hitch and your heart race. You shivered as his hand glided over the curve of your hip, the possessiveness and demand in his touch only serving to heighten your own need. "Then what are we waiting for?" you whispered, your own voice betraying the desire burning within you. "I don't think I can wait much longer." Jamie's body tensed at your words, his restraint and need at odds with each other. He knew that you were right, that he could barely wait any longer. But there was still the matter of getting you out of the party and somewhere private. He leaned in, his lips brushing your ear, his breath sending a shiver down your spine. "Just a few more minutes," he murmured, his voice filled with a desperate edge. "We'll be out of here soon, I promise. I just need you to hang in there for a little longer."

You swallowed, your body feeling both taut and ready, your need for him coiled deep within you like a snake waiting to strike. His breath against your ear sent a shiver down your spine, his words a rough rasp that both soothed and inflamed. "I don't know if I can last that long," you confessed, your voice a shaky whisper, "but I'll… I'll try. For you." Jamie's breath hitched at your words, your need and vulnerability sending a sharp pang through him. He knew you were struggling just as much as he was, that the wait was almost unbearable. And yet you were willing to endure it, for him. It only made his desire for you grow even stronger. "I know it's hard," he whispered, his voice soft and rough. "But we're almost there. You can last just a little longer. For me. Can you do that, sweetheart?" Your breath caught in your chest at the sound of his voice, the combination of softness and roughness making your heartache. His words were a gentle but firm command, and you found yourself nodding, determined to push through the aching need for his touch. "Yes," you replied, your voice strained from the effort it took to control yourself. "Yes, for you. I can last. Just… just get me out of here soon."

As the last of the guests left the party, Jamie's grip on your hip tightened, a clear sign that he had reached his limit. With a final nod of farewell to the host, he led you towards the exit, his stride purposeful and determined. The cool night air hit you as you stepped outside, a stark contrast to the heat that had been building between you two inside. Jamie's hand did not loosen its grip, his fingers digging possessively into your skin as he led you towards his car. Your body shivered as the cool night air hit your heated skin, your mind a jumble of desire and anticipation. Jamie's grip on your hip remained tight, his touch both soothing and possessive, reminding you that he was just as affected as you. Each step towards his car felt like an eternity, your legs feeling shaky and weak, your breath coming in ragged gasps. The air around you seemed charged with an electric sort of energy as if the whole world knew what was about to happen. Jamie could feel the tension in your body, the way your legs trembled and your breath hitched, and it only made his own need grow ever stronger. He could hardly wait to get you alone, to give in to the burning heat that was coursing through him. He quickened his pace, his grip on your hip never loosening as he led you to his car. As soon as you reached it, he pushed you against the passenger side door, his body caging you in, trapping you between him and the cold metal.

Your back hit the cool metal of the car, your breath leaving you in a soft gasp as you found yourself trapped in place, your body held captive by his. Jamie's presence was all-encompassing, his body a wall of heat and hardness pinning you in place. Your heart thundered in your chest as you looked up at him, your own need mirrored in your eyes. "Jamie," you whispered, his name a plea and a breath all at once, "please…" Jamie's breathing hitched at the sound of his name on your lips, your plea making his own restraint waver. He leaned in closer, his body pressing harder against yours, his breath hot against your skin as he spoke. "Please what, sweetheart?" he growled, his voice a low, ragged rasp. "You need to use your words and tell me what you want." Your breath caught in your throat as he leaned in, the heat of his body searing against your own. His words, a feral, possessive growl, sent a shiver running down your spine, your body trembling with need. "You," you gasped, your voice a ragged whisper. "I want you. Now. Please, Jamie, I can't wait any longer." Jamie's breath hitched at your words, your plea making his restraint snap. The need within him that had been coiled tight all night, ready to explode, finally did. He claimed your mouth in a rough, desperate kiss, his body pressing closer to yours, trapping you between him and the car. His hands gripped your hips, lifting you up and pinning you against the door, his body molding against yours in a fierce claim.

Your head swam as his lips crashed into yours, the intensity of his kiss stealing your breath away. Trapped between the cold, hard metal and his hot, hard body, you were at his mercy, your own need matching his own. You moaned as his hands gripped your hips, lifting you up and pressing you against the door, the feeling of his body against yours sending a thrill through you. Your fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt, holding onto him like a lifeline as you surrendered to the overwhelming need that consumed both of you. Jamie deepened the kiss, his tongue delving into your mouth in a dominating dance. His hands slid up your sides, his fingers tracing every contour of your body, mapping out your curves with a possessive touch. He pressed his hips against yours, the evidence of his need for you obvious even through the layers of clothing that separated you. His hands gripped your hips harder, his fingers digging into your flesh as he struggled for control, his own restraint hanging by a thread.

Your body arched against his as the kiss deepened, his tongue claiming your mouth in a dominant dance that made your mind spin. The feel of his hands tracing over your body, the possessive touch of his fingers, made your breath hitch and your heart race. You gasped as he pressed his hips against yours, the evidence of his need obvious to you, and it only served to fuel the fire that was burning within you. Your own hands roamed over his body, your touch desperate and needy, your own restraint hanging by a thread as you tried to bring him closer, to lose yourself in the moment. Jamie growled into the kiss as your hands roamed over his body, his body shuddering under your touch. His control was hanging by a thin thread, and the feel of your hands on him, the way your body arched against his, was only making it harder for him to hold back. He broke the kiss, his lips trailing down your neck, nipping and biting at the sensitive skin there. "I need you, sweetheart," he rasped, his voice hoarse with need.

Your head fell back as his lips trailed down your neck, the feel of his teeth against your skin sending a shockwave of pleasure coursing through you. His words, a hoarse, ragged rasp, only served to fuel the fire that was burning within you, your body arching and trembling under his touch. "I need you too," you gasped, your voice a ragged whisper, your need just as great as his own. "I need you, Jamie. Now. Please…" Jamie's restraint finally snapped at your words. He couldn't take it any longer, he needed to have you now, here, against the car. He grasped the hem of your dress, bunching it up around your hips as his hands gripped your thighs, lifting you up and pinning you against the door. His body pressed against yours, his need was clearly evident as he ground his hips against you. "You're mine," he growled, his voice rough and possessive. "Say it, sweetheart." Your breath hitched as he bunched up the hem of your dress, the feel of his hands on your thighs making your body shudder. As he pinned you against the car, molding himself against you, the evidence of his need obvious, you gasped. His words, a possessive growl, sent a shiver down your spine, your body arching into his. "I'm yours," you gasped, your voice a ragged whisper, your body pressed against his. "I'm yours, Jamie. Only yours."

Jamie's breath caught at your words, a wave of possessive pleasure washing over him. Hearing you say that you were his, only his, ignited something primal within him, a need to claim you, to make you his completely. He nipped at your neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin there as he ground his hips against you one more time. "Damn right you're mine," he growled, his voice a rough, possessive rumble. "And I'm going to show you just how much you belong to me." Your body trembled as his teeth grazed your neck, the possessive edge in his tone making your breath catch. The feel of his hips grinding against yours sent a wave of pleasure coursing through you, your body arching into his. "Please," you gasped, your voice a ragged whisper, "Please, Jamie, show me. I need you. I need to feel you." Jamie growled at the sound of your voice, the ragged whisper, the need in your words. It only served to stoke the fire of his own need, his control hanging by a thread, ready to snap at any moment. He pressed you harder against the car, his body molding against yours. His lips captured yours in a rough, bruising kiss, his tongue delving into your mouth as his hand slipped between your bodies, finding the heat and wetness that was waiting for him and his touch.

Your breath caught in your chest as he pressed you harder against the car, his body a wall of heat and muscle trapping you in place. The kiss was rough, claiming, his tongue delving into your mouth as if to assert ownership over you whole. Your body trembled as his hand slipped between your bodies, the feel of his touch sending a jolt of pleasure through you. A moan escaped your lips, the sound low and ragged, as you arched into his touch, your own need growing with each passing second. Jamie groans deeply into the kiss, his fingers curling around your thigh as he hikes it up higher, opening you further to him. "Fuck, baby…you're so damn responsive. I love how you melt for me like this." He broke the kiss just long enough to nip at your bottom lip before diving back in, his tongue tangling with yours in a sensual dance. "Can't get enough of this sweet little mouth…" He slipped a hand beneath the skirt of your dress, fingertips brushing the damp fabric of your panties as he explored your heated flesh. "Tell me what you want."

His words sent a thrill down your spine, making you squirm against him even more than before. "I want you," you breathed out, your voice barely above a whisper. "I want you inside me, filling me up until there's nothing else but you." Your hands roamed over his broad shoulders, feeling the strength in them as you pulled yourself closer, desperate for more contact. The sensation of his fingers tracing along the edge of your underwear made you gasp, your hips bucking slightly towards him in a silent plea. "Please," you whispered, the single word heavy with desire. The raw hunger in your voice only fueled his arousal, and he wasted no time in stripping away your panties, tossing them aside carelessly. With a swift motion, he lifted you onto the hood of the car, spreading your legs wide apart as he positioned himself between them. His cock throbbed with need, straining against the confines of his pants. "As you wish," he growled, his voice thick with lust. In one fluid movement, he freed his erection from its constraints, his member springing forth, hard and ready. He leaned down, capturing your lips once again, while his other hand guided his tip to your entrance.

Your heart pounded in your chest as he positioned himself over you, the anticipation building within you to unbearable levels. The moment he thrust inside, filling you completely, you let out a loud moan that echoed. Each movement sent waves of pleasure coursing through your body, making you clench around him instinctively. "Oh God," you gasped out, your nails digging into his shoulders as you held on tight. "Don't stop…don't ever stop." Jamie slowed his pace, allowing himself to savor the sensation of being buried deep inside you. His movements became more deliberate, each stroke designed to draw out your pleasure. He watched your face contort with bliss, every whimper and sigh driving him wild. "Look at you," he murmured, his voice dripping with lust. "So beautiful when you come undone for me." His thumb found your clit, circling it gently as he continued to fuck you with slow, deep thrusts.

"Jamie," you gasped out, your voice trembling with emotion. "That feels incredible." You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him close as you peppered kisses across his jawline. "I never want this moment to end." Your walls fluttered around his length, your impending orgasm building steadily. "I'm getting close," you whispered against his ear, your hot breath fanning over his skin. "Make me come, Jamie. Please make me come all over your cock." Your hips moved in tandem with his, meeting each thrust with equal fervor. The combination of his thumb on your clit and his thick shaft stretching you open pushed you closer to the edge with every passing second. "Yes, yes, yes!" you cried out, your body tensing as the first wave of euphoria crashed over you. "I'm coming!" He felt your inner muscles clench tightly around him as you came, the sensation pushing him over the edge. He drove himself deeper into your welcoming heat, his release spilling into you with abandon. He collapsed on top of you, panting heavily as he rode out the aftershocks of pleasure. "Fuck," he muttered under his breath, his voice hoarse from exertion. "That was amazing."

Your body was still quivering from the intensity of your climax, your breathing ragged as you struggled to catch your breath. You ran your fingers through his hair, holding him close as you nuzzled against his neck. "That was better than anything I could have imagined," you confessed, a smile curving your lips. "Thank you for tonight, handsome." Jamie lifted his head, gazing into your eyes with a tender expression. "It was my pleasure," he said softly, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. He pulled back slightly, his hands roaming over your curves appreciatively. "But we shouldn't stay here too long. It's getting late, and we don't want to attract any unwanted attention." He helped you off the hood of the car, straightening your clothes and adjusting his own before leading you back to the passenger side door. "Let's go home, okay?" As he opened the door for you, he cupped your cheek, tilting your face up to meet his gaze. "And who knows? Maybe we can do this again when we get home."

You smiled up at him, feeling a warmth spread through your chest at his suggestion. "I'd like that," you agreed, leaning in to brush a quick kiss across his lips. As you slid into the passenger seat, you couldn't help but feel grateful for this unexpected turn of events. Who would have thought that a chance encounter at a hockey game would lead to such a passionate relationship? But as you settled into the car, you knew that sometimes life had a way of surprising you in the best possible ways. You reached over, taking Jamie's hand in yours, intertwining your fingers as he started the engine. Whatever the future held, you were excited to find out - as long as it included moments like these with him.