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rorywright · 2 months ago

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baby girl

rafe treats y/n like she’s made of glass. like she’s something soft, delicate—something his.

and she lets him. because how could she not? when he’s always looking at her like that? when his touch is always so gentle?

like now—when she pouts at him from the passenger seat, arms crossed, lips pursed in that way that makes him weak.

“what?” he asks, fighting back a smirk, reaching over to squeeze her thigh.

“you didn’t let me carry the bags.”

rafe exhales, shaking his head. “because you don’t need to. what kind of boyfriend would i be if i let you carry heavy shit, huh?”

y/n huffs, turning to the window. “they weren’t even that heavy.”

and that’s when he knows—she’s just being a brat.

so he leans over at a red light, pressing a kiss to her temple. “my sweet girl,” he murmurs, lips dragging down to her jaw. “so spoiled, huh?”

she mumbles something under her breath, but he catches it—“not spoiled.”

he just grins. “nah, you are, angel. i made you that way.”

because he does spoil her. carries her bags, opens her doors, pulls her into his lap just because. worships her. and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

so when they get home, and she starts trying to grab the shopping bags again, he just tuts, plucking them right out of her hands.

“what did i say, baby?”

she pouts up at him. “but—”

rafe just shakes his head, pressing a quick kiss to her lips. “no buts. let me take care of you.”

she lets out a dramatic sigh but doesn’t argue, instead watching as he carries all the bags inside like it’s nothing.

“you know,” she says, plopping onto the couch, stretching like a cat, “i could have helped.”

rafe raises a brow, setting the bags down before making his way over to her. “oh yeah?”

“yeah.”

he hums, settling beside her, pulling her into his lap with ease. “but you like when i baby you, huh?”

she rolls her eyes, but he sees the way her lips twitch, how she doesn’t move away when he starts pressing slow, lazy kisses to her neck.

“admit it,” he murmurs, voice low, teasing. “you like being my spoiled little baby girl.”

she exhales, tilting her head slightly as he keeps kissing, hands gripping at his shirt.

“maybe.”

rafe chuckles, pulling back to look at her. “yeah?”

she shrugs, playing with the collar of his shirt, but when she finally looks up, she’s got that look in her eyes—the one that makes him weak. the one that tells him she’s just as obsessed with him as he is with her.

so he kisses her—slow, deep, like he’s got all the time in the world.

when they finally pull apart, he brushes a thumb over her cheek, voice soft. “good girl.”

now she’s curled up in his lap, fingers lazily playing with the chain around his neck, lips slightly swollen from how he’d kissed her stupid just moments ago.

and he can’t help himself.

his hands roam—slow, lazy, like he’s got nowhere else to be. one hand resting on the small of her back, the other tracing patterns along her bare thigh, dipping beneath the hem of her shorts.

“you tired, baby?” he murmurs, voice soft, knowing.

y/n hums, blinking up at him, looking dazed, floaty. “a little.”

he smiles, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “you wanna nap?”

she makes a noise, nuzzling closer, pressing her face into his neck. “mmm. just wanna sit here.”

and his heart melts.

because she’s never really said it, but he knows—knows she feels safest when she’s with him, tucked against him like this, wrapped up in his warmth.

so he just hums, rubbing slow circles into her back. “yeah? my lap comfy, huh?”

she nods, sighing contentedly. “mhm. best seat in the house.”

rafe chuckles, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “yeah, ‘cause it’s your seat, angel.”

she doesn’t respond, but the way she sighs again, soft and sweet, is enough.

he keeps holding her, fingers tracing slow, absentminded shapes against her skin, lips pressing light, fleeting kisses to her temple, her forehead, her jaw.

and when he feels her breathing even out, feels her relax completely in his arms, he knows she’s drifted off.

he smiles to himself, tightening his hold just a little, letting his head rest against the couch.

yeah, he thinks, pressing one last kiss to her forehead. he could hold her like this forever.

rafe doesn’t move—not even an inch. not when his leg starts going numb, not when his arm starts to tingle. because y/n is asleep, all warm and tucked against him, and he’d rather die than wake her up.

his baby girl—soft, sweet, always pressed up against him like she belongs there. (she does.)

he’s careful as he shifts just slightly, just enough to cup the back of her head, fingers threading into her hair. she stirs a little, sighing in her sleep, pressing closer.

rafe just smiles, running a thumb over her cheek. she looks so peaceful like this, face smushed against his chest, lips parted, lashes fluttering faintly.

he has to kiss her.

so he does—just a light press of his lips to her forehead, lingering for a second before pulling away.

but she feels it.

she exhales softly, shifting in his lap, stretching like a cat before blinking up at him, still sleepy, still floaty.

“…how long was i out?” her voice is quiet, groggy.

rafe grins, brushing some hair from her face. “’bout an hour.”

her brows furrow slightly. “you let me sleep that long?”

“‘course i did, angel.” his fingers move down, tracing the side of her neck, his voice dropping slightly. “you looked too pretty to wake up.”

her lips part slightly, and rafe knows he’s got her.

he smirks, dragging his hand down her arm, slow, teasing. “feel good?”

y/n nods, still dazed, blinking at him like she’s not sure if she’s awake or still dreaming.

rafe hums, tilting his head. “yeah? what feels good, baby?”

she exhales. “you.”

and he’s done for.

he cups her face, tilting it up as he leans in, lips brushing hers—soft, teasing. “yeah?”

“mhm.” her hands slide up his chest, gripping his shirt weakly, like she’s trying to pull him closer, but he’s already as close as he can be.

“wanna kiss?” he murmurs, voice low, teasing.

she nods again, breath hitching slightly. “please.”

rafe grins before finally—finally—closing the distance, kissing her soft and slow, like he’s got all the time in the world.

because he does. because he’s not going anywhere.

when they finally pull apart, she exhales, nuzzling into him, hands still fisted in his shirt.

rafe just chuckles, running a hand down her back. his baby girl.

more daddy!rafe

y/n trying to smoke

love bites

teaching y/n how to kiss

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rorywright · 2 months ago

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princess treatment | rafe x low maintenance gf

cw: fluff, mentions of emotionally abusive family dynamics, slightly suggestive (mentions of sex but no details)

you’d always been treated as some sort of third parent, a therapist, a friend but never what you were: a daughter

that all changed when you started dating rafe

on top of being mistreated by your family, you’d never had a bf who treated you right

the first time rafe brought you flowers you cried, he thought he’d done something wrong but you were so touched you couldn’t say anything as you hugged him tight

he made sure to bring you flowers often, making sure you never ran out. you remember finding a flower from your bouquet in his car, asking him why he had it. “when it wilts i know i gotta get you more.” you’d proceeded to make him pull over.

it was like he was dead set on making you fall even more in love when he said, “as fucking great as that was, i don’t do these things for sex baby, i don’t expect anything okay?” you told him you knew that, which you didn’t actually since all the guys you had been with before seemed to be like that, and proceeded to kiss him some more.

to him treating you like a princess came naturally, he was never good at expressing himself so buying you presents, taking care of you, doing things for you was just second nature

in the beginning he thought it was cute how appreciative you were but when you still got shocked from his actions after months he realized you had just never been treated how you deserve

and that pissess him off

he makes it a point to treat you like an absolute princess, not even letting you open a single door by yourself, you don’t even remember the last time you put your heels on by yourself because he was always crouching down to help you before you could think about it

“rafe if you spoil me so much ill get used to it.” you murmured as you watched your 6’2 boyfriend lean down and gently place your heeled foot on his knee so he could buckle the shoe. his touch was always so gentle, as if he’d hurt you like this.

“that’s kinda the point angel,” he says it without hesitation, brows a bit furrowed as he looks for the best notch that won’t cause you discomfort. you think you might start crying again but you bite the inside of your cheek and kiss him when he stands up

rafe hates how your family treats you, but he holds his tongue because he knows you love them. it doesn’t matter to him if your family hates him, he knows he should seek their approval but he doesn’t think they deserve to dictate any part of your life

he’s holding back until your mom oversteps your boundaries in front of him and he just has to step in, taking over whatever thing she told you to do even though he knew your mother was perfectly capable. he guises it as being a good future son-in-law

“it’s okay rafe-“ you say it without realizing, so used to taking the load off of others. it’s reflexive and rafe shoots a glance that shuts you up.

“you can ask me from now on if you need anything,” he looks pointedly at your mother with a smile you know is fake. you just brush it off and think rafe is just trying to make a good impression. you don’t know he doesn’t give a fuck what your parents think. he even starts hating your sibling.

your brother is older than you but never acts that way. when you mentioned an older brother he expected someone protective of you. he was met with someone doted on by your mother, irresponsible and immature and uncaring of his sister. it seemed like you were the older sibling.

you’d been living with your parents while you both dated, you hadn’t seen anything wrong with it until rafe gets you to move out to live with him. your parents are against it at first but with the help rafe has been they have little reason to refuse him.

when you do move out you realize how much better everything is. you’re not your mother’s caretaker, or your parent’s marriage counselor, or even your brother’s mom. you’re you. and you can finally breathe. rafe doesn’t expect anything from you and it slightly unnerves you, how could he take care of you without expecting anything in return?

he pays for everything, even if you push back at first, he replaces your card in your wallet with his going as far as hiding your card and he knows you have a job and that you can afford it yourself but he doesn’t see why you have to

you’d gotten your nails done and shown them to him and when he didn’t see a charge on his card he pouted for a whole day until you gave in and agreed to use it next time

but rafe knows you’re holding back, he can see that you’re spending frugally. he doesn’t want you to, in fact nothing would make him happier than seeing a dent taken out of his bank account because of his beautiful caring girlfriend

you remember your first date when he got offended that you’d offered to split the bill, he was even more shocked when you thanked him profusely after for paying

when you whine about him taking your card he finally has to speak up, “baby, what’s yours is mine right?” you nod without pause, you loved when rafe drove your car or used your skincare. it felt so intimate and domestic like you were a married couple, the thought bringing heat to your face. “right, so what’s mine is yours.” and you can’t really refute that.

one day when he’s drying your hair after your shower, you can’t help but ask, “why are you so nice to me rafey?”

“i love you, s’that simple”

“i love you too but no one’s ever been this nice to me.”

“no one’s ever been as nice to me as you are either, that doesn’t mean it’s wrong right?” he always has a way of making you see his side so effortlessly you have to agree. you could never argue that rafe didn’t deserve the amount of love you gave him or more.

“yeah, thank you for taking care of me”

“‘you gonna thank me for the rest of our lives?” you just stare at him blankly and rafe watches the tears well up in your eyes. “hey don’t cry baby, you can thank me as many times as you want okay? just don’t go thinking you deserve any less than this.”

“i’m never letting you go.”

“i’m counting on it.”

on your anniversary, rafe buys you a car and even though you do thank him profusely and maybe cry a little it doesn’t turn your stomach with anxiety on how to thank him properly or that you don’t deserve it. instead you spend the night loving your boyfriend as much as he loves you. you realize rafe just has a different way of showing it.

a/n: instead of crashing out ab my family i wrote this :)

taglist: @ggraycelynn @clar2aa

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rorywright · 2 months ago

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Taking BOYFRIEND APPLICATIONS

Guys I love our fake boyfriends nd all but this is getting out of hand, even for me. I feel like I'm going insane, nd not the good kind. I have NEVER had a real boyfriend (yes I'm embarrassed) bc I spend all my time reading fan fics (again, still embarrassed)

I'm not even being cocky or anything like "omg line up to date me, I'm such a catch" IM DESPERATE so its more like "please someone, anyone, shoot your shot. I guarantee you're the only one on the court, it's even a 4'ft hoop, I'll even hand you the ball 🏀"

You know atp I'll even take GIRLFRIEND applications as well, c'mere ma (in a sexy voice I definitely have)

Requirements

* Have to be 18+

.....

Thats it!!!! Don't even care about ethnicity or none of that!! And I think that's a pretty reasonable requirement considering I'm 18 myself.

So yea shoot your shot..... pls

#im desprate #boyfriend #girlfriend #dating #texting #hello #please date me #lets be friends #applications #anyone #share this please #share #please share #this is what desperation looks like #heyyy #ok thanks

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rorywright · 2 months ago

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You don’t expect much when you say it. It’s just a dumb joke, a throwaway comment you saw other girls say to their boyfriends. You barely even look up from your phone when you mumble it.

"I can’t pay the mortgage this month."

Silence.

Then, the weight of Rafe’s stare sinks into you before you even lift your head.

He’s leaning back in his chair, arms crossed, lips pressed into a firm line. His blue eyes darken with something unreadable, something dangerous.

"What?" His voice is low, measured, but there’s an edge to it.

You swallow, suddenly aware of how stupid this was. It’s just a TikTok trend, Rafe, relax. But the words don’t make it to your lips, because Rafe’s already pushing his chair back, already reaching for his phone, already doing what he always does—fixing things.

"How much?" He asks, and it’s not really a question. It’s a demand.

You blink. "What?"

His jaw ticks. "How much do you need? And why the hell do you even know what the mortgage is?"

Oh shit.

You rush to correct yourself, shaking your head. "No, Rafe, I was just—"

"Just what?" His voice drops, and suddenly he’s right in front of you, tilting your chin up to meet his sharp gaze. "Just struggling? Just hiding it from me?"

You bite your lip. This was supposed to be funny. This was not supposed to turn into some alpha-male meltdown.

"Rafe," you start gently, placing a hand on his chest, feeling the rapid thud of his heart. "It’s a joke."

Rafe freezes. Stares at you like you just spoke a foreign language. Then he exhales sharply, shaking his head with a bitter chuckle. "That’s not funny."

He’s still tense, still holding your face like he’s trying to read your mind, trying to make sure you’re not lying to him.

"Don’t say shit like that," he mutters, pressing a kiss to your forehead, his fingers slipping under your jaw. "That’s not your problem. That’s mine."

And just like that, he’s already over it, already distracted by your mouth, already pressing you back into the couch like he needs to remind you that you're his, that he’ll always take care of you.

You make a mental note to never try another TikTok prank on him again.

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rorywright · 5 months ago

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𝖶𝗁𝗒 𝖣𝗂𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝖶𝖾 𝖶𝗈𝗋𝗄 𝖮𝗎𝗍?

𝘚𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺: 𝘑𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘗𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘢𝘵 𝘏𝘰𝘨𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴. 𝘠/𝘕 𝘠/𝘓/𝘕, 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘧𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘩𝘴; 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘓𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘌𝘷𝘢𝘯𝘴, 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘴. 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦’𝘴 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘹𝘦𝘴, 𝘨𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘰’𝘴 𝘯𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘭𝘴…

𝙰/𝙽: 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎: 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙹𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚙𝚝-𝚏𝚎𝚋. 𝙹𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙻𝚒𝚕𝚢 𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚊𝚛-𝚊𝚞𝚐. 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚞𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗.

It was a Friday afternoon and everyone was all gathered at James’ apartment having a few drinks to kick off the weekend. As the empty bottles started piling up, they got the idea to play truth or dare, courtesy of the deck of cards Sirius found on his way to the flat. They were all still laughing at what Dorcas confessed to when Sirius nodded at James.

“Alright Prongs, you’re next.” he says, practically bouncing in his seat.

James, ever one for theatrics, picks up the deck of cards and shuffles it around before picking a card from the bottom and turning it over.

“What does it say?” Alice asks impatiently.

“Call your ex and ask why it didn't work out and if they’d ever consider giving it another chance.” James says before putting the card down.

Everyone hollers at the task before Marlene manages to calm them all down.

“Guys! Shut it! I wanna know who he’s gonna call.” She says before turning to James. “So? Who’s it gonna be?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” Sirius asks, “It’s gotta be Evans.”

“No-“ Alice disagrees.

“Who else would it be?” Sirius asks.

Everyone argues back and forth while James sits quietly, wondering who to call. He knows who he wants to call, but he doesn’t know if they’d want to speak with him.

“This could change everything,” Marlene says, ever the romantic, “This could be your second chance, James. You should call the one you miss the most.”

“The only one you’ve ever really loved.” Dorcas agrees.

“The one that got away.” Alice says softly, a knowing look in her eyes.

“So, Evans.” Sirius repeats, causing everyone to either laugh or roll their eyes at him.

James doesn’t pay them any mind, he continues to stare at Alice, releasing a shaky breath when she nods encouragingly at him. Of all his friends and classmates, somehow Alice was the only one who knew his true feelings. While James assured everyone that he was fine when he and Y/N broke up, Alice had been the one to stumble upon James crying one day. He had confessed that he missed you and Alice had told him that she did as well.

She didn’t think you’d stop talking to everyone else when you guys broke up. She knew you had your own set of friends prior to dating James, but she had hoped that you’d still hang out with them every now and then. Considering that Marlene and Dorcas were already best friends, leaving Alice to be the third wheel among them, she had enjoyed having a girlfriend of her own, and cherished your company. It hurt Alice to see you pass them by in the Great Hall, not even glancing at them, as you made your way to the far end where your friends were.

Alice had tried to convince James to talk to you, to which he always refused, stating that it was done. After a while, everyone got back to teasing James about Lily, putting you on the back burner, and when he and Lily finally started dating, you were all but forgotten; being brought up only in passing, remembering something funny you had done, before moving on to something else. No matter how much time had passed, Alice always saw the sadness in James whenever you were brought up. His smile always seemed dimmer and his eyes filled with longing. Even if James had managed to fool everyone into thinking you were just a girl he dated for a few months, a girl that he was over; Alice knew that was far from the truth. That being said, he picks up the phone with shaky hands.

“Guys he’s calling!” Marlene shouts excitedly.

“Put it on speaker!” Sirius demands, causing everyone to cheer in agreement.

James types the number and presses “call”, nervously bouncing his leg up and down.

“She might not even answer.” he tells the group, though it sounds more like he’s trying to convince himself.

“What if this isn’t even her number anymore? What if she somehow knows this is my number and lets it go to voicemail?” He asks, looking at his friends.

This comment causes most of them to furrow their brows in confusion, wondering who he could be talking about, considering he and Lily still talk on occasion. But if he wasn’t calling Lily, then who?

The phone continues to ring, causing a pit to form in James’ stomach. “I don’t think she’s gonna-“

“Hello?” a feminine voice asks on the other line. The woman can be heard talking to someone in the background, wishing them a good weekend. She gets a chorus of “you too” in return before a door opens and closes shut.

“Hello?” The voice asks again. Remus reaches over and smacks James on the arm, snapping him out of his stupor.

“H-hi, hey!,” James stutters. “Y/N?” he asks, causing his friends to look at each other in confusion. You and James dated for a few months at Hogwarts but they didn’t think it was that serious. Not serious enough for him to call you instead of Lily for this dare. After all, he had spent years pining after Lily, not you.

“…yes?” you ask into the phone. Your voice comes off soft yet confused.

“Hey,” he says again, and then rolls his eyes at himself, “It’s James.” he breathes out.

“Who?” you ask, causing his heart to drop. “Wait, sorry, hold on really quick.”

Everyone hears you fumble with your phone for a bit before your voice rings out again, this time sounding louder than before.

“Hello?” you ask again, checking if the sound is better.

“Hi,” James answers, not knowing what else to say.

“Oh, that’s much better. Sorry about that,” you laugh softly, “Who is this?” you ask again.

“It’s James…” he says with a grimace, half expecting you to hang up on him.

“James…” you repeat, as if you’re in thought. “James from Hogwarts?”

“Yeah…” James answers, looking at Remus who just shrugs his shoulders. James from Hogwarts, he thinks to himself, that’s what she remembers me as?

“Oh shit,” you curse, surprise evident in your voice, “I didn’t recognize you. Your voice sounds so different on the phone.”

Everyone snickers at your comment.

“How’d you get this number?” you ask and immediately, the laughter stops.

“I uh…I ran into your friend Charlotte like a week after we graduated and I asked her for it.” James says sheepishly. He hopes nobody comments on the fact that that’s a long time to have someone’s number and not call them.

“And she gave it to you?”

“Well I say ‘asked’ but it was more like begging,” James admits, blushing as remembers following her around as she did her shopping, pleading with her to give him your number.

“Huh. So what do you want?”

“Just needed to ask you a question, love.” he tells you, the term of endearment slipping out without him even realizing.

“Okay…” you trail off, unsure of what’s to come.

“How are you?” James finds himself asking instead.

“How am I?” you repeat with an incredulous laugh. “You called me to ask me how I am?”

“No, sorry.” James shakes his head, even though you can’t see it. “That’s not the question. But I do want to know.”

“I’m fine.” you say simply.

“Yeah?” James asks, a soft smile on his lips as he talks with you.

“Yeah.” you confirm, wishing he’d just hurry up and get to the point already. “So…”

“Why didn’t it work out? Between us, I mean…” James asks breathlessly, finally asking the question that’s been plaguing his thoughts for the past two years.

“James,” you sigh, “Why are you asking this now?”

“I don’t know,” James says honestly, ignoring the stares of his friends. “It’s always bothered me; not knowing why you broke up with me. But no matter how badly I wanted to reach out to you- to ask you- I just didn’t. I was too scared. But I-I need to know what happened. Can you- from your perspective- can you tell me why we didn’t work?”

“I don’t know,” you sigh, “I just felt like you didn’t love me.”

“What?” James asks, horrified. “Why- how could you possibly think that?”

“Come on,” you scoff, “You know-“

“No, I don’t,” James interrupts, shaking his head furiously. “I-I thought I was a good boyfriend. I thought-“

“You were,” you coo, feeling the need to reassure him. “It wasn’t all bad. You were funny and kind. You were caring. You were patient with me and my short temper and you always managed to make me smile whenever something was bothering me.”

“And your friends,” you sigh, causing them all to perk up at their mention. “They welcomed me into their group with open arms. They never made me feel like an outsider. I-I studied with Remus, I would play-fight with Sirius; Alice and I would have sleepovers all the time and stay up talking and giggling until three a.m.”

“Then…why?” James repeats, even more confused. If everything was as great as you said, why break up?

“I…I’m not an idiot, James. Even though we weren’t in the same circle, I knew about Lily. Merlin, the whole of Hogwarts did. Through the years, I would hear in passing every now and again about you two. I knew you fancied her. I knew she had been the only one you had ever been serious about, which is why I was so confused when you started paying attention to me.”

“Is it so hard to believe that I thought you were beautiful? That I enjoyed your company?” James asks.

“No, but us crossing paths was a chance encounter.” you stress. “We had been taking the same classes since first year, James. But it wasn’t until Professor McGonagall changed the seating arrangement in seventh year that you finally noticed me. Do you remember why I turned you down the first couple of times?”

“You said you didn’t want to cause any problems between me and Lily. But I told you there was nothing going on between us.” James tells you, growing frustrated.

“Yes, but your actions told me otherwise. How many times did I see you playing with her hair, or whispering in her ear?”

“I was talking with her,” James defends.

“You were flirting with her!” you correct. “You were dating me and flirting with her. I don’t know how you didn’t realize it when everyone else in the bloody school did.”

“Do you have any idea what that was like?” you ask harshly. “Having to hear day in and day out for months ’oh, it’s just a ploy. He’s doing it to get Evans’ attention, and I think it’s working. It’s only a matter of time before one of them makes a move’”

“And then I go to you, my boyfriend, for reassurance, and I don’t get any. Instead, my feelings are brushed off and I’m called, what was the word again? Oh, right, delusional. Yes, I loved you, but I couldn’t do it anymore, James.”

“And anyway,” you huff, clearly worked up by this conversation, “This was two years ago, I don’t understand why you’re calling me now asking me why it didn’t work out. If you were so bothered by the break up, why didn’t you say anything?!”

“Because I wanted you to be happy!” James shouts, standing up from his seat. He moves away from the couch and starts pacing the living room, running his free hand through his hair in frustration.

“I feel like we should give them some privacy,” Marlene whispers to the group.

“Shh!” Sirius shushes her, waving her off.

“I loved you so much, I would have done anything for you to be happy. That’s why I let you go without putting up a fight. I was doing what you wanted.” James sighs dejectedly.

“What I wanted?” you repeat skeptically. “What I wanted was for you to fight for me! For us! I wanted you to show me and everyone else at that damn school that I was the girl for you; that I was the girl you wanted! But you didn’t do that!”

“Instead, you went running to Lily!” you laugh coldly, “Just like everyone knew you would!”

“That’s not fair,” James says, sadly. “If I had known that you-“

“That I loved you? That I wanted to be with you?” you interrupt. “What? Would we still be together right now? Married, living in a nice little cottage, a couple of kids running around?”

Beep.

“Y/N-“

“You’re right,” you sigh, “I’m being too harsh. If you didn’t know that, then clearly I wasn’t the best girlfriend either.”

Beep.

“Merlin’s beard, what is that noise?” James asks exasperatedly.

“My phone, letting me know the battery’s about to die. Good timing, too.” you huff.

“You were a bad boyfriend, and I was a bad girlfriend. That’s why it didn’t work out between us. Let’s leave it at that.” you say quickly, rushing to finish the conversation before your phone dies.

“I hope everything works out between you and Lily. Or whoever you’re seeing now. Truly, I do. Take care, James. Do not call me again. I won’t answer.”

And with that the phone call ends. James stands there, in the middle of his living room, staring at the phone in his hand. It’s silent for a few seconds before Dorcas awkwardly claps her hands, getting everyone’s attention.

“Alright, who’s next?” She asks, softly. The fun atmosphere ruined by the heaviness of the phone call.

“You guys go ahead,” James says, making his way towards the door.

“Mate, where are you going?” Remus asks, standing from his seat.

“It’s not over yet.” he says with a shake of his head. “Still gotta ask if she’d consider giving us another chance.” he tells them before speaking into the receiver.

“Hi, Charlotte? It’s James! Yeah, James Potter. Listen, can you curse me out another time? I need Y/N’s address. Why? Well apparently she broke up with me because she thought I didn’t love her. And I didn’t do anything to stop her because I thought she didn’t love me. Yeahhh, so I need her address so I can tell her that that wasn’t the case at all. Brilliant! Thanks, bye!”

Everyone stands in silence, unsure of what to do now.

“Should we keep playing?” Sirius asks.

“Or pack up and call it a night?” Remus adds.

They all stare at each other for a moment before Alice bolts from her seat and rushes to the door.

“I’m too invested in this! I need to know how it ends! James!” she calls, running down the steps, “Wait for me!”

Everyone else is quick to rush out the door, chasing after James and Alice into the night.

[ t i m e s k i p ]

You’ve just come out of the shower when there’s a hard knock at your door. Not expecting anyone tonight, you stand up with a confused frown on your face.

Running your fingers through your damp hair in an attempt to make yourself look presentable, you head towards the front door. The knocking has gone from rapid, consistent taps to a heavy fist pounding against the wood. The door shakes so much, you’re scared it’ll fall off its hinges. With your wand gripped tightly in your hand, you yank it open, only to become more confused at the sight that greets you.

James Potter stands on your porch; out of breath and hair disheveled as he stares at you. Looking past his shoulder, you see all his friends standing on the sidewalk. Sirius, Remus, Peter, Frank, Alice, Marlene, and Dorcas are all watching you as well. Alice has a beaming smile on her face as she waves enthusiastically at you, clearly happy to see you again. You awkwardly raise your hand at them in greeting before turning your focus back to James.

“I know you said you didn’t want me to call you again-“

“So you show up at my house unannounced?!” You shriek.

“And why are they here?” you ask, gesturing to his friends.

“They followed me!” James shrugs helplessly.

“What are you even doing here?” you ask, rubbing your temples in an attempt to rid yourself of the headache you feel coming on.

“To tell you, in person, that I did love you.” James says, releasing a shaky breath.

“….Alright. Thanks for stopping by.” You nod at him. You try to close the door, only for James to push it back open with his hand.

“No, Y/N, listen to me. I’m sorry for whatever I did that made you initially doubt my feelings for you. I’m sorry I was a tosser that didn’t listen to you when you tried to tell me what was bothering you.” James tells you sincerely.

“It’s okay,” you shrug.

“It’s not.” he says with a shake of his head. “I should've told you all this back then, and I don’t know why I didn’t. But I’m telling you now. Yes, I fancied Lily for years but that stopped the moment I met you.”

You roll your eyes at that and James grabs your hands, squeezing them once before continuing.

“I don’t know how you did it, but one interaction with you and I was hooked. Nothing else mattered and nobody else compared. I found myself looking for you in the great hall and in between classes. I’d ask around about you because I wanted to know everything that there was to know about you. I felt an actual ache in my chest whenever you turned me down. It was so bad I had to see Madam Pomfrey about it because I honestly thought I had an arrhythmia.” he says, which causes you to laugh and roll your eyes again, this time in affection.

“I didn’t fight for you then, so I’m fighting for you now. The truth is I liked Lily; but I only ever loved you.”

You widen your eyes and gasp at his confession. Somewhere on the sidewalk, someone, most likely Alice squeals.

“I loved you on that first day, when you shared your inkwell with me after I forgot mine in the dorm. I loved you when you watched all my quidditch matches, even though you weren’t a fan of the sport. I loved you when you hung out with my friends, even when I wasn’t there and when you spent Christmas with me and my parents.”

You bring a hand up to wipe your eyes before placing it back in James’ hold. You sniffle and grin at him, chin quivering as you do.

“I loved you every second that I dated you. I loved you when you broke up with me. I loved you the whole time I dated Lily, which sounds horrible-“ James admits, causing you to laugh.

“But it’s true. That’s actually the reason we broke up.” he admits, “I couldn’t be with her- or anyone for that matter- when my heart belonged to you.”

“I loved you then and I love you now.” James tells you, gazing lovingly into your eyes. “And I need to know if there’s even the slightest possibility of you loving me too? I know I let you down last time. But-“

James doesn’t get to finish his sentence. Having heard enough, you surge forward, getting on your tiptoes to place your lips against his. James immediately brings his hands up, cupping your face gently as he kisses you back. When you pull away, he follows, placing another chaste kiss against your lips. James kisses you all over your face, causing you to giggle before he leans his forehead against yours.

“James,” you call softly.

“Hmm?”

“Look at me.”

“I can’t” he tells you with a shake of his head, forehead still pressed against your own.

“Why not?“

“Because I’m scared this isn’t real. I don’t want to open my eyes and realize it was just a dream.”

“Does this feel real?” you ask, squeezing his hand with your own.

“Yes.”

“What about this?”

Your other hand comes up to cup his cheek. James sighs at the warmth, pressing a kiss to the palm of your hand.

“Yes.” he nods, slightly.

“Then open your eyes, Jamie.”

James takes a shaky breath in before slowly peeking his eyes open. Once he sees that you are in fact, still there, he releases the breath he was holding. James tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear before cupping your face in his hands.

“I love you.” you tell him, cheeks warming at the look of complete awe that he gives you.

James kisses you again before pulling you into his chest, wrapping his arms around you in a tight hug.

“I love you” he whispers into your ear, causing you to smile.

It’s only when Alice squeals loudly that you remember everyone else was still there. You pull back and share a shy smile with James before turning towards his group of friends that have been standing on the sidewalk.

“I guess I should invite you guys in?” you say, glancing at James briefly before turning towards the group again. “I can order some pizza and you guys can fill me in on what you’ve all been up to.”

Alice is the first to run up your steps, shoving James to the side and pulling you into a tight hug.

“I missed you so much!” she exclaims as she makes her way into your home.

Everyone else slowly makes their way inside, either hugging you or giving you a quick pat on the shoulder in greeting.

You’re about to head inside when James pulls you back.

“What? What is it?” you ask, looking up at him worriedly.

“Nothing,” he shakes his head, gazing at you with a soft smile. “Just wanted one last moment with you before we head in.”

You roll your eyes and grab his hand, pulling him behind you as you walk in.

“You’re acting like you’re never gonna see me again.”

“Am I?” James asks.

“Only for the rest of your life.” you tell him, pulling his face towards yours for another kiss.

“Um, enough of that!” Sirius calls out, “I believe we were promised pizza??”

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rorywright · 5 months ago

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rafe hates when you buy things without using his card

(do not copy or plagarize, original work) The Range Rover hummed quietly, its blacked-out interior wrapping you and Rafe in a cocoon of shadows and muted streetlights. It had been his idea to take you for a nail day—completely unprompted but not surprising. Rafe had a way of knowing when you needed a little spoiling, especially after the week you’d had. The air smelled like his cologne, something expensive and sharp, mixing with the faint scent of leather from the seats. You were reclined comfortably with both legs stretched out, your freshly painted white toes wiggling lazily as you scrolled through your phone.

Rafe sat in the driver’s seat, one hand on the wheel and the other resting on your thigh. His thumb stroked absentminded circles into your skin while his sharp blue eyes flicked toward the darkened street ahead. Traffic was crawling, a sea of red taillights stretching endlessly ahead. Rafe didn’t seem too bothered, one hand resting on the wheel while the other stayed on your thigh. His thumb moved in slow, hypnotic circles against your skin, his blue eyes flicking between the road and the glow of your phone screen. He was calm—you liked him this way.

“What’s got you so quiet, huh?” His voice broke the silence, smooth but with an edge that always demanded your attention.

“Just trying to check out before everything sells out,” you mumbled, barely glancing up. You were busy, furiously tapping away as you finalized your cart. The latest House of CB drop was a battlefield, and you weren’t about to lose.

“Lemme see.” He leaned closer, his sharp gaze cutting toward your screen. When he caught sight of the digits you were typing, his brows furrowed, his jaw tightening. “Wait, is that your card?”

You paused, immediately bracing for what was coming. “Yeah? Why?”

Rafe let out a short, irritated laugh, like he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “You have all of my cards saved to your phone, and you’re using your own card? What the hell for?”

“It’s not a big deal, Rafe.” You kept your voice calm, like you weren’t trying to spark an argument in the middle of what was such a nice day. “It’s not like I can’t afford it.”

Rafe raised an eyebrow, his lips curling into a humorless smirk. “Afford it?” he repeated, voice tinged with a certain tone to it. “Sweetheart, I literally pay for your life. Why do you even have a card? For decoration?”

You glared at him, but the faint smile tugging at the corners of your lips betrayed you. “Rafe—”

“No, seriously,” he cut in, shaking his head as if the idea itself was absurd. “What are you holding onto that thing for? Just in case I drop dead tomorrow and you suddenly need it?”

You huffed an air of annoyance as a pout covered your slightly glossed lips and starred out the car window. The car filled with an almost unbearable silence. His hand, which had been rubbing your thigh, went still.

He turned to glance at you a few times before looking back at the road, the corner of his mouth twitching with a mix of disbelief and annoyance. “Afford-” he repeated again slightly scoffing, voice low and slow, like he was trying to decide if you were messing with him. “Do you even hear yourself?”

You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms leaning slightly closer to his natural warmth. “It’s not that much.”

“To you. To me, that’s pocket change.” His fingers drummed a little harder against the steering wheel now, a restless energy creeping into his movements more obvious than ever.

“Rafe,” you started to whine, but he cut you off, shaking his head.

“Nah. Don’t start.” He turned fully to face you now, his hand lifting to cup your jaw, gently but firmly enough that you couldn’t look away. “Why do you always make this a thing? Is it so hard to let me take care of you? That’s why I’m here. To take care of you. You’re supposed to let me.”

Your resolve faltered under his intense gaze. He wasn’t just irritated—he was hurt. His words were a reminder, the same ones he’d given you before. Rafe wasn’t just possessive for the sake of it—he hated seeing you stress over anything, especially when he had the means to give you whatever you needed, whenever you wanted it. He didn’t want you holding onto burdens you didn’t have to carry. He’d told you before how it made him feel when you refused to lean on him, how he hated the idea of you ever struggling when he had the means to make your life easier. Rafe always told you how much he loved taking care of you, he felt proud to. Anything you ever want, he would give you, plus more.

“I’m not helpless,” you said softly, and it sounded weak even to your own ears.

“Did I say that you were?” he shot back immediately, his sharp blue eyes flicking from the road to meet yours. There was no trace of anger in his voice, just a steady, unyielding determination. “I know what you’re capable of. But you don’t have to do it all alone anymore.”

He gave your hand a gentle squeeze, his gaze softening, though his tone stayed firm. “I’ve got you. I’m right here. You’re mine, remember? So stop making it harder than it needs to be. Let me do my job.”

Even while navigating the slow-moving traffic, his focus on you didn’t waver. His eyes flicked back to yours, holding them for just a second longer than he should have, but long enough to make your heart skip a beat. You felt the weight of his words settle over you, the quiet conviction in his voice leaving no room for argument.

“Rafe…” you started. You stared at him for a long moment before finally relenting, handing over your phone with a quiet sigh. “Fine. Just this once.”

He smirked, already deleting your card details and replacing them with his own Amex Black information. The confirmation dinged almost immediately, and he handed the phone back to you, smug satisfaction written all over his face. “There. Easy. Now you’ve got your shit, and I’ve got my peace of mind.”

“Thank you,” you muttered, cheeks warming as you avoided his eyes.

Rafe tilted your chin up, his fingers brushing against your jaw as he pressed a lingering kiss to your lips. “Don’t thank me, baby. Just stop making this harder than it has to be. Just let me take care of you?” A small pout covered your slighly glossed lips as you responded to him in a small voice, "Okay."

“That’s my girl,” He smiled and leaned back in his seat, hand returning to your thigh as he glanced toward the street, his usual sharp focus slipping back into place.

You smiled slightly, your frustration melting away as you leaned into him. Because no matter how stubborn you could be, you both knew he’d always win in the end. And deep down, you didn’t mind.

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rorywright · 6 months ago

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HP — NSFW + SFW DAYDREAMS

a collection of all the nsfw + sfw thoughts people have shared with me. reblogs, comments and asks are always appreciated!

for more thoughts, click ‘more’ behind a character’s name…

…still want more?! check out AU DRABBLES MASTERLIST

*drabbles are organised from newest to oldest

main m.list . all m.lists

— THEODORE NOTT ( more. )

NSFW

theo fucking you in ron’s bed

theo with a piss kink 3

repeating ‘thank you’ when theo’s fucking you

threesome with ron and theo 2

theo with a piss kink 2

double penetration with mattheo and theo

threesome with ron and theo

threesome with pansy and theo

theo being a munch

threesome with mattheo and theo

theo with a piss kink

theo overstimulating you

warm afternoon cuddle with theo

drunk hookup with ex-boyfriend!theo

theo being rough and gentle at the same time

theo comforting you after a bad test

theo eating you out

cockwarming theo in the common room

SFW

theo making you addicted to nicotine by kissing him

theo and pregnant reader

theo calls you a slut and apologises

— DRACO MALFOY ( more. )

NSFW

distracting draco during a study session

anal sex with draco

sub!draco being embarrassed of his moans

pervy roommate!draco

draco teaching you how to ride him

SFW

stay-at-home dad!draco

— DRAGONOTT ( more. )

NSFW

another rough theo and soft draco

rough theo and soft draco

— FRED WEASLEY ( more. )

NSFW

thigh riding with fred

fred fingering you in the common room

enemies to lovers with fred

fred being a perv

fred getting jealous

fred fucking you in the burrow

soft sex with fred

SFW

fred getting touchy after a quidditch match/practice

fred and his slytherin girl

fred trying different accents

— GEORGE WEASLEY ( more. )

NSFW

dom!george walking in on you humping your pillow

george being obsessed with your boobs

george fucking you with fred sleeping in the same room

george getting off to eating you out

george pounding into you when you’re on top

SFW

praising george after a quidditch match/practice

— HARRY POTTER ( more. )

NSFW

mean dom!harry

harry being whiny and moany in bed

harry loving his s/o sitting on his face

car sex with harry

— MATTHEO RIDDLE ( more. )

NSFW

threesome with enzo and mattheo

knifeplay with mattheo

double penetration with mattheo and theo

mattheo getting distracted during movie night

overstimulation with mattheo

sucking off sub!mattheo

mattheo being a munch

threesome with mattheo and theo

cockwarming mattheo while doing his makeup

SFW

licking up mattheo’s blood after a fight

cleaning up bloody mattheo after a fight

— RON WEASLEY ( more. )

NSFW

threesome with ron and theo 2

threesome with ron and theo

sub!ron fingering you for the first time

sub!ron cumming in his pants

— LORENZO BERKSHIRE ( more. )

NSFW

threesome with mattheo and enzo

tying lorenzo up during sex

SFW

fuck buddy!lorenzo falling for you

bsf!lorenzo comforting you after a break up

lorenzo having control over you

— TOM RIDDLE ( more. )

NSFW

tom being obsessed with your ass

tom eating you out

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rorywright · 6 months ago

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a proposition: masterlist

poly!marauders

🔪: smut

a proposition

a proposition: accepted 🔪

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rorywright · 7 months ago

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ONESHOT OR POSSIBLE MINI SERIES REQUEST!!!

-Guysss I NEED someone to write this please!! I've been on a real Poly!marauders angst journey nd this came to mind.

I've sent this out to a few Authors before I read their request rules and either their requests are closed for the time being or they don't feel comfortable writing smut (there's not much in here but it is needed for this angst request.)-

HERE:

Hiii I have a request!!!! Could you write an angst marauders x lily x reader? The marauders and reader are in an official relationship, but they all (including reader) have feelings for Lily. Now, reader has a bit of trust issues due to her parents cheating on each other so communication is something she absolutely requires in any relationship. The marauders x reader have talked about inviting Lily in their relationship but the one rule is that everybody is involved every step of the way until they're all completely comfortable in their new dynamic.

One night after making sure all their presents are set for their anniversary, reader goes up to the boys dorm room, only to hear familiar moans. Her heart breaks because she knows what's on the other side of that door but she opens it anyway. There she see's them all having sex and it's as if her heart breaks all over again. The marauders and Lily all scramble to explain themselves but reader is silent with tears running down her face, they beg her on their knees to speak ashamed and regretful. Reader tells them sternly that they had one rule and they've all broken it, they all know she refuses to be in a relationship like her parents and without trust, loyalty, and communication that seems to be right where they're headed. So she leaves.

Years later, the marauders x lily are married with toddler Harry and they think the pain of losing reader has lessened if not completely disappeared. Until they see her again backstage at a quidditch meet and greet, beautiful floral sundress, hair adorned with pins to match, glowing, with a very prominent pregnant belly, and a ring hugging her finger. Reader is married to Victor Krum (James and Harry's favourite quidditch player) and Fleur Delecur ( someone Lily admires, just pretend they're all the same age). Reader is sweet and converses with them as if they're just old friends, holding no animosity or nostalgia. Reality hits them like a brick and they realize they still love you, more than each other even. But there's nothing anyone can do but wave goodbye as the next person for the meet and greet is called in.

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rorywright · 7 months ago

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Marauders and Lightning Era Masterlist

started - 08.13.2024

last updated - 10.13.2024

Total Finished works - 21

WIP- 3

Reqs: Open! Can be as specific as you'd like, or as vague as Youd like! i write both xreader and canon x canon. all LGBTQ forms of requests are welcome!

All triggers and small summaries listed in the fanfiction

Matured audience advised

HARRY POTTER and CO.

-We'll Heal Together (Angst, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort) 13/? parts Remus Lupin/Sirius Black x Reader

Part 1-9 can be read as a standalone.

Summary: Harry Potter grew up without the warmth of a family he should have known. A father in James Potter, a mother in Lily Potter, a God Father in Sirius Black, and an uncle in Remus Lupin. Oh, and let's not forget, a godmother in {Y/N} {L/N}

Alt Summary: Starts at the end of Chamber of secrets and into the Prisoner of Azkaban with the first chapter, Harry meeting his father's old friends, and starts learning the fate of {Y/N}, who has long since been presumed dead. there seems to be more of a story hidden behind her disappearance, and in turn, her reappearance.

POLY!SHIPS

-Poly!Marauders+Lily x Fem!Reader - Zombie Apocalypse Au

Part 1 Summary: You find a group of survivors who could really use your help} Part 2 Summary: Someone had been hiding something fatal} Part 3 Summary: Reader has sometime with Remus, before she is sent out alone with Sirius} Part 4 Summary: Reader and Sirius go to gather water

-Jily x Slytherin!Reader

Part 1 Summary: An interesting situationship with Jily}

-Sirius/James/Remus Band Au

Summary: Reader has a horrible encounter on stage and the boys comfort her

REMUS LUPIN

-Spoiled Brat (Pt 1?) (Lil Angsty, +18, fluff)

Summary: When your escapism over the summer turns a bit more real, as you fall in love with a half blood your father would never approve of}

-Think like a Lupin (Angsty, lotta angst, happy ending! fluff +18)

Summary: Your parents are planning to marry you off the second after you graduate, but after an unfortunate encounter with a werewolf, plans change.

-Break a Leg Not My Heart (Some angst, mostly light hearted fluff)

Summary: You get hurt during Quidditch practice and Remus doesn't leave your side. Friends to lovers.

-Meeting Royalty (Fluff, Suggestive)

Summary: Meet cute but make it royalty}

Part 2

-Too Late (Angst, no comfort)

Summary: Remus comes to terms with a love lost to his own insecurities.

-Stray

Summary: Post war Remus finds home for his heart

JAMES POTTER

-Fall in Love in a Night (A lil angst, basically just a fluffy fluffy love story)

Summary: College AU, Muggle AU, James falls in love with the some of the worst parts of you }

-Fix it Yourself (All the Angst, lil comfort) +18

Summary: Falling in love with James Potter was a whirlwind affair full of lies and heartbreak. Everything comes to a head when he asks you to fake date someone so Lily will give him a chance.

SIRIUS BLACK

-Casual (Angsty, fluff at the end) +18

Summary: Sirius falls for his most recent hook up, and she refuses to cave to what she wants}

-Fix it Yourself (All the Angst, lil comfort) +18

Summary: Falling in love with James Potter was a whirlwind affair full of lies and heartbreak. Everything comes to a head when he asks you to fake date someone so Lily will give him a chance.

HERMIONE GRANGER

-Invisible (Lil Angsty, basically just fluff) Blurb

Summary: Reader is a bit of a punk like Sirius, with Remus's insecurities. She doesn't believe she deserves a girl like Hermione. No real plot just Angst straight into fluff

MATTHEO RIDDLE

-But daddy I love him (Lil Angst, fluff)

Summary: Harry finds out his sister is dating Mattheo Riddle Ft. James, Lily, Remus, Sirius - No war au }

" Dinner Party " (Pt 2)

Summary: The Potters throw a dinner party; Mattheo meets the family} Wc- 4142

BARTY CROUCH JUNIOR

-The boy I knew {Sneak peek}

Summary- When Barty knew love

-The Boy I Knew {Part 1} (Angst, Fluff, +18)

-Traitor (Fluff, Angst) wip

Summary- The four times he should have said love, and the fifth time he lost his chance.

REGULUS BLACK

-Monarch butterfly (Hurt/comfort) wip

Summary- Monarch butterflies only live for up to six weeks. Their life brings an unspoken joy to the people who witness it, a peaceful feeling to the life that last so much longer then their own. They bring smiles to the faces of children, they bring good luck for those who choose it, they bring so much value to lives they will never truly be a part of. Your butterfly was, and always would be, Regulus black.

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rorywright · 7 months ago

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JAMES POTTER | HOW TO DRESS (SHORT VER.)

LENGTH : 5.6k

SUM. : when you pull away from James, he does his best to convince you to stay ; smut version only

CONTENT WARNING : dubcon/cnc ; resisting ; dirty talk ; creampies ; overstimulation ; oral/cunniglingus (female receiving) ; body worship ; praise kink ; multiple orgasms ; mirror sex ; soft james turned dark james ; pregnation/breeding kink ; dom!james ; sub!reader ; unprotected sex ; slight cockwarming

FULL VER.

You wake up with a start to see the room drenched in a warm glow, the sight immediately making you stand from the sofa you had fallen asleep on. You didn’t light the fireplace last night… you were too exhausted to. It was thanks to the heat of the fire that you no longer needed to be bundled up in the blanket despite only wearing a white button-up and your panties. At the very least, your arms were free to move about without restrictions if you needed to fight back an intruder.

“Love,” a familiar, warm voice calls in a whisper beside you.

“James!” you gasp in shock when you see him standing before you, coming out of the bedroom shirtless with one of the spare shirts from the wardrobe in his hand and wet hair. Did he try finding you in the storm? The thought warmed your heart but your firm decision to leave him frosted over all warmth, leaving your chest hollow. Just as quickly as James saw your beautiful smile pull at your lips, your expression was disciplined into something cold and neutral.

“I’m so glad you’re safe—” he tries to approach you with open arms and a relieved smile but you back away quickly, your hands pushed out as if to push him away.

“No!”

“...No?”

“You shouldn’t be here, James. You shouldn’t have come looking for me!”

“And why not?” a familiar feeling comes creeping into James’ anxiously beating heart. He knows this suffocating atmosphere, he knows it too well. But that was only around Lily… never you. He loves you to the ends of the earth and he knows you love him just as much in return. Is that why the realisation hurts him more than it has ever hurt him with Lily?

“It’s not safe out in the storm–”

“I had to look for you! I was so scared that you were in some kind of danger and needed help!”

“WeShouldn’tBeTogetherAnymore!” you don’t meet his eyes despite shouting with such conviction. You don’t think you could have said it any other way. Blurting out the words frantically was easier than saying every syllable clearly.

James doesn’t know what to say. At that moment, it hurt too much to look at him so you don’t see the way his face grew cold and his eyes became consumed by a darkness that wasn’t characteristic of him, “Your mother’s right… we don’t belong together.”

The world spirals around James. This can’t be happening. You weren’t Lily. You can’t break his heart like this – you aren’t the type. You promised to be his forever and he promised to forever be with you— was there someone else? This can’t just be because of his mother! You’re his perfect match, there’s no way you would deny that, you always said you love him back. This is all a lie. James isn’t going to accept this!

“You don’t mean that, love,” James coos gently, not wanting to believe your words himself and approaches steadily like a crawling predator waiting to strike.

“Y-yes I do!” You see his slow approach and try to maintain the distance between you but you can only move back so far before you’re pressed up against the wall. Seeing the opportunity, James raises arms and presses his palms on the wall beside your head, trapping you in place. Despite the proximity, you don’t meet his eyes.

“We don’t belong together…you deserve someone better. I can’t be with you anymore, we’re not a good match,” you sniffle and James resists the urge to kiss your tears away. Beside your head, his hands clench into fists against the wooden walls.

“Say it to my face then, look into my eyes and tell me you don’t love me anymore — that you don’t want me anymore,”

“James…” You muster up the courage but your voice still comes out, somewhat, shaky, “I-I don’t want to be with you anymore,” his expression remains steely and cold, the fierce glint of resolve in his eyes, unrelenting, “I don’t love you anymore…”

“I don’t, at least, make you feel good?”

“No.”

He doesn’t respond, instead, he keeps you pressed against the wall and manoeuvres his face to rest beside your ear, his husky voice weakening your knees “Are you sure about that?” he snakes his hands around your waist to press his fingers into your lower back. Under his touch, you suppress a whimper of relief as his massaging motions ease some strain in your back.

“James, stop it,” you huff, trying to push him away but you barely find the strength in yourself to shove him off with force. The love you have for him still lingers inside you, burrowed deep in your heart with no intent of leaving despite your earlier resolution.

“No,” his fingers continue to massage your lower back as his lips begin to press a trail of kisses down your neck, “I don’t believe you,” he insists, “I can see it in your eyes,” he bares his teeth against the junction of your neck and shoulder, and draws a squeal from your parted lips, “You love me! You never stopped! And I’m the only one who can make you feel good!”

“No!”

“‘No’, you never stopped? ‘No’ no one makes you feel as good as me?” you can feel his naked chest pressing down against yours through the thin button-up, vibrating as he chuckles darkly. His hands start roaming your body, teasingly brushing against the sides of your breasts and tracing the curves of your silhouette. He loves your body. You’re the most beautiful woman he has ever had the honour of touching and kissing — his treasure.

“Nooo!” you whine once more, not giving him a straight answer and succumbing to his familiar, fondling hands. He loves that you’re wearing his old shirt; not only do you look delectable in it but a surge of possessiveness washes over him at how small you appear. And the fact that you were allowing him to fondle you with your soft skin, pouty lips and pretty, tearful eyes, turns him on so much.

Everything about you was a turn-on for him. James doesn’t think he’s ever been this hard before, it was almost painful still being in the confines of his trousers. But he wouldn’t dare waste time on frivolous things like that, hearing your soft, gasps and delicate moans spur him on to continue pulling moan after moan from your sweet lips. Lips that he had been neglecting to kiss and immediately moved up to capture in a heated tango.

Time blurs along with the scene around you, all your mind can seem to comprehend is James’ weight pressing your back against the wall as his caressing hands map a dangerous path along your skin, getting closer and closer to your intimate areas — your nipples were already hard as rocks, attempting to poke through his thin button up as your panties were practically soaked through by your arousal.

Your resolve to keep your distance and do what was best for him was close to gone, wiped from all areas of your mind so that the only thing left was a growing want for pleasure. A pleasure that only James could give. Mind numb, you had no strength to do anything except whimper and moan against his broad shoulder until he suddenly cups your right breast and uses his pointer finger to play with your hardened nipple through the fabric.

“J-James!” you gasp, pulling away from his lips and ignoring the string of saliva connecting your lips to press against his shoulder with your shaking palms. Your resolve returns and the tug of war between your desires and reluctant refusal of his touch continues, “Ahhhh~ stop it~” he doesn’t stop, he couldn’t, he wouldn’t, “please…” you beg pathetically, the tone of your voice unclear. His hands, his lips and his touch were making you feel hot, and the beginning of a tight knot was forming in the depths of your lower abdomen — it was becoming harder and harder to resist him.

While you’re distracted by the hand he has fondling your breast, James creeps his other hand up your inner thigh and edges your panties aside with a finger. He can see the realisation in your eyes when his finger brushes shyly against your clit. But he gives you no time to react and plunges his two fingers into your heat without warning. It was an easy entrance because you were so wet and hot and eager. And as James groans at the thought of his cock replacing his fingers inside you, his feverish probing against your inner walls shatters the last remaining strength in your knees.

Your upper teeth bite down on your bottom lip, trapping the moans in your throat and keeping them from spilling. However, just as James pushes his fingers inside you, he’s pulling them out again. Soaked all the way down to his knuckles. He raises his two fingers to his lips and sucks them clean of your juices with a resounding groan as if he’s sampled the most flavourful dish he’s ever had.

“Your mouth likes to lie, it’s great at lying apparently,” he snarls, the accusation and harsh tone making you whimper and your heart sinks from guilt. As always, he can see right through you. You don’t really want to leave James, he’s been the perfect boyfriend and you want to be with him forever… “so I’ll only trust what your pretty pussy lips have to say instead…” he licks his lips and stares into your eyes darkly, but rather than feel fear at his unusually impious stare, an arousing thrill flourishes in your stomach and raises the goosebumps on your upper arms, “it doesn’t taste like you don’t love me anymore,” a devilish grin stretches across his lips, his eyes never leaving yours, “you taste like you finally want me to love you all the way,”

“No, I don’t,” your retaliating statement comes too firmly and too quickly for James to not heat up in anger. Where had your previous meekness and slow build-up to acceptance gone? It can’t just vanish; it’s still there…somewhere, he just needs to coax it out of you again!

With a rumbling growl from the back of his throat, he lifts you to hang off his shoulder without any care and takes a handful of long strides to his designated bedroom at the small cabin. He kneels down before throwing you onto the bed so that you fall back with just enough force and care to know that, despite his anger, he still loves you deeply.

The strength behind his action leaves you shocked and vulnerable for a few moments but that’s all James needs. Gripping your thighs, he hoists your lower half up and rests the back of your upper thighs on his shoulders so he could devour your pussy shamelessly.

Crying aloud, you arch your back and thrash against him. Your hands grip his soft, untamed curls and delude yourself into believing that you are actively resisting him, trying to push away his head from in between your thighs. However, in the position James has—lifted high with your abdomen pressed down by a hand and securing your lower back against his chest—it’s too difficult for you to push him away. You’re at his complete mercy. He kneels on the bed with his chin tucked into his collar, plunging his tongue in and out of your pussy, his nose stimulating your clit as he laps up as much of your juices as he possibly could. Beneath him, you’re floundering, half lifted into the air with only your shoulders, head and neck still on the bed.

“James! Ahhhh!” You squeal in pleasure when he raises a hand to finger at your clit as his chin tilts up and his tongue curls deliciously inside you. He’s driving you closer and closer to the edge!

Your once sweet James was gone. His loving and goofy self was lost to the lust-hungry man with his head buried between your thighs. He’s determined to unravel you at the seams with only the methodical writhing of his tongue and the stimulation of your sensitive clit.

And, unravel, you did.

It was a searing white, hot and euphoric, sensation. Your erotic scream upon release was never registered by your ears as you were too consumed by rolling waves of ecstasy. The storm outside no longer existed. The rest of the world had disappeared too. It was only you and James and the bed.

You don’t know how long it took you to finally catch your breath and focus your vision but when you did, James had pulled off your panties completely and was leaning over you, trying to hurriedly unbutton your– his shirt, desperate to see more of your skin. Without your panties, you’re naked underneath it and he needed to see you with nothing on.

Quickly becoming impatient, James grips at the two halves of his button-up and savagely rips them apart as you gasp at the brute force he’s capable of exerting. But the instant his eyes fall upon your naked skin, his brutishness disappears entirely. His hazel eyes visibly soften and his fingers shyly drift over the skin of your stomach, delicate and caring, as if you were made of glass and he was afraid of breaking you. The loving, sweet James you knew was back. Though you were also getting quickly accustomed to his more savage side.

“You’re so beautiful…” he whispers in awe and a surge of love tumbles over you, spurred by the admiration and worship in his pretty hazel eyes. The man before you was still your sweet and loving James, charming, kind and oh so loveable. It made tears fill your eyes. How did the two of you end up like this? With you refusing his love when you know that, deep down, that was all you ever wanted… forget your entrepreneurial dreams, James was it for you as much as you know you’re it for him.

James didn’t allow you to contemplate your situation for very long as he was swiftly trailing delicate kisses up your torso and to your breasts. He eagerly sucks on your nipple, his hands placing themselves on your hips, pressing down – an anchor – and caressing your soft skin with his thumb. His tongue and teeth on your nipple pull endless streams of delicate whimpers and airy sighs from your lips, and he relishes every single one.

You can see it in his hazel eyes, how much he adores it when your whimpers tremble and when your sighs raise a little higher in pitch. It compels you to keep vocalising your pleasure despite your mind arguing against you. You need to be stronger than this, you needed to resist him…he deserved better than you, he deserves greater happiness and he couldn’t have that if you were the one selfishly standing by his side, there’s a better match for him out there– but ohh~ he makes you feel sooo goood…

Finally, he pulls away. You watch a strand of saliva connecting your nipple to his tongue slowly stretch and break off when he towers over your frame. His knees lock you in where he straddles your plush thighs and his back elongates to stretch his domineering figure taller, accentuating the ridges and lines of his toned abdomen.

“You love me,” his voice is firm, trying to sway your decision and reel you back to him.

“N-no…” You shake your head and your voice trembles with the lie. Your attempt to continue denying the obvious was pitiful and disappointing to the man before you. He clicks his tongue at your stubborn resistance but his gaze immediately softens at the sight of tears collecting at your waterline. With eyes like glass, the windows to your soul, James is reminded of why you were being so stubborn in the first place.

It’s because he’s right. You do love him…and it’s because you love him that you will continue to resist. But it’s because you love him that he will continue to resist also.

“I love you…” His soft gaze and loving words strip away all your defences. Your forged hatred and rejection disappear into nothing.

You don’t say anything. You can’t because how could you? After everything. After all your stupid decisions and flagrant exploitation of his trust, how could you ever return those same beautiful and affectionate words? Even if you mean every single one? You’re the selfish one here! His mother is right about him deserving better! Why can’t he see that?!

To avoid his stare, you turn your face away and cover your eyes with your arm. Silence fills the room, and there’s a pause in all activity. All you want to do is escape the situation, denying ever being in such circumstances by rendering yourself incapable of seeing anything but darkness – the shadow of your arm, your only shield against James’s persistent call for you to return to him, to admit loving him back.

The silence lingers and is eventually broken by the sound of a belt being unbuckled followed by the shifting of fabric and a heart-thundering zzzzzzzzip….

Unveiling your eyes, you’re left speechless and blinking in shock at the sight of James taking off his pants and briefs. Unaffected by your frantic scramble, he stares down at you wordlessly.

“James!…” he doesn’t answer your call.

You gasp, beginning to crawl backwards when he leans over you with his hard and angry erection in full view. In your peripheral, his length twitches and when you bend your knee to plant your feet on the bed and propel yourself backwards, your thigh comes so close to his hardness that you can feel the burning heat radiating from its stiff length.

“I’m going to show you how much I love you,” he finally says, “I’m going to fill you up over and over again, and I’m not going to stop until I know that you finally understand how much you mean to me,” he grabs your ankle and yanks you back down to him, your ass almost slipping off the edge of the bed, “understand how much I love you,” he trails a feathery touch up your thigh as he pushes them apart, “understand how I can’t live without you anymore and how desperately I want a future with you…”

He raises your right leg and rests your heel against his shoulder, turning his face to kiss your ankle sweetly. His other hand grips your other thigh and anchors it to his waist, prompting your leg to wrap around him. “You’ll let me do it, won’t you?” He meets your eyes, “I know you love me, after all… isn’t that right?”

“...no….” You protest one last time but it’s so quiet, so demure and so lacking in strength that James searches your eyes for the real answer. As much as you know you have to resist him and deny his advances for his own betterment, you silently plead for his love. Your tearful eyes beg him to do whatever he wants and to give you his everything. You want him to love you all the way, like he always said he would despite his reluctance to love wholly once more after Lily Evans. What rotten timing. The time he’s finally willing to become yours and vice versa officially, his overprotective mother scares you away.

“Speak up, love,” he urges despite knowing everything he needs to know only through the look in your eyes. You feel him lube up the head of his cock with your juices, letting out a shaky breath as he does so before finally lining himself up with your entrance.

“No,” You voice a little louder.

“No?” He bucks against your entrance with a hiss and you bite back a moan.

“N-no…” he laughs at your pathetic whimper, the sound of which makes your lower belly clench around nothing. It was so sadistic and demeaning —you didn’t know that he could ever be like this, let alone make you feel this way.

“Then—!” You both gasp when the swollen head of his cock breaks through your tight entrance, “then I’ll just—“ he continues to push forward, enjoying the view of your trembling form under him. He almost coos at how your small hands shakily grip the sheets, “—take you,” he exhales slowly after successfully burying himself inside you, he leans down to whisper inches away from your face, “I’ll just take you as I please,”

The brutal pace he sets from the start unhinges your jaw to let out a silent scream of pleasure. He had eaten you out so well that there was no pain, just a lingering ache after every punishing thrust, which only added to the pleasure. His rhythm steals your breath but doesn’t stop you from moaning erotically with your head thrown back in pleasure.

“Oh, James! Ahhh!” You sob and stare up at him pleadingly, not knowing exactly what you were begging for anymore, “J-Jamie~…!” Above you, James groans at the sound of his name rolling off your tongue — only you could make his name sound oh so sweet~

“That’s it, love,” he smiles down wickedly, “that’s a good girl~” your back arches at his praise, which pushes your hips against him and catches the head of his cock against your walls at a different angle, pulling a squeal from your bitten lips.

“Oh~” he coos, leaning forward to grip your hips as he lets go of your legs, “you like that spot, do you?” He holds your hips in place, marking the angle that gave you the most pleasure and proceeds to abuse your weakness viciously, his punishing thrusts unrelenting.

“O-ohh God! Ahhh!”

“You don’t love me?” He challenges in between pants, groaning as your velvet walls throb and flutter around his stiff length, “LIES!” He snaps, suddenly pulling out of you so he could flip you over and take you from behind, “You’re a fucking liar!”

Your front half collapses from the pleasure and James is left to hold your hips up himself, “I-I’m not,” you sob into the sheets, the tears in your eyes spilling past your waterline and getting soaked up by the soft linen.

“Then WHY are you so WET, love?” He growls into your hair, having leant over to press his torso against your arched back and bury his face into the back of your head, his mouth angled to your ear so that his breath tickles your skin at every word. Both of you groan in unison as the position makes him reach impossibly deep inside you, “WHY do you keep clenching around me like — oh fuck— like you want to drain my balls dry?”

“Ahhh! James!” he speeds up suddenly and you can barely keep up with your breathing.

“And WHY are you pushing your hips back for me? Hm? You want me in deep, do you?” your gasp of realisation is disguised by your surprised squeal when his large hand comes down harshly to hit your ass.

“Th-that’s not—“Despite your verbal protest, you don’t stop moving your hips in tandem with his own. You can’t help it. He feels too good! So big and thick and he’s hitting all the right places…!

“I’ll give you what you want,” he picks up the pace and bites your shoulder, quickly kissing and licking the stinging mark he leaves behind, “I’ll fill you up, love,” you don’t protest, instead, you moan louder and encourage him to push you closer and closer to the edge, “I’ll fill up your fertile, greedy little belly good— Aah! Okay?”

You don’t answer him as pleasure takes over your mind and all you can do is moan. James also succumbs to the pleasure, sweat on his furrowed brow and tension building in his muscles as he quickly approaches his euphoric end.

But no — he won’t allow himself that until you are fully satisfied. He’ll bring you to your release over and over again before he even thinks about stopping.

With a scream, your vision turns white and your body stiffens up. James cries with pleasure, almost sobbing at the heavenly convulsions of your tight walls around him. As you slowly go limp beneath him, he finally succumbs to his own pleasure, satisfied that had reached your peak already. With a loud, shuddering moan, James pumps you full of his pent-up cum but he doesn’t stop thrusting. His movements are significantly more sluggish but he’s determined to push his white, thick release as deep as it can go.

“You’re so beautiful…” he doesn’t pull out, “my beautiful girl, all mine,” you feel his large hand gently press against the soft skin of your belly and you hear the smile in his voice when he realises– “you’re full of me now. You took me so well, baby,” he coos beside your ear, his hot breath sending a shudder down your spine.

Tilting you both over to lay on your side, he presses into you from behind and cuddles you close. The two of you lay there catching your breaths with James still buried inside you, determined not to pull out and spill all signs of your union.

“...James?” you ask quietly after finally managing to catch your breath.

“Yes, love?” he purrs lowly, kissing behind your ear as he pulls you impossibly close. The affection makes your heart flutter lightly. It’s impossible to deny him like this. Why did he have to make you feel so good? Why did he have to make you feel so loved?

“Please just… think about it?” He tenses up and you hold your breath in preparation for what may come.

“Think about what?...” his hands begin to wander at your front, his delicate touch tracing an unbroken path over your soft skin, “About how much I love you? How much I dream of our future together?”

His words make you tear up, “No, not that—”

“Then, about how beautiful you are? Because you’re very beautiful, my love,” still inside you, James’ fat cock begins to rise again, erect and throbbing for friction, lots of friction.

“J-James–! Ahh! Wait!”

“And I don’t think you realise how beautiful you are, pet~” he coos almost demeaningly, ignoring your squirming, “it’s about time I show you just how beautiful you really are, and how beautifully you take my cock.” your breath stills at the implication, making James smirk into your hair, “Ready for round two?”

Yelping pathetically, James lifts you like a ragdoll and shuffles you both into the bathroom. He had to pull out for the manoeuvre and thick globes of his release poke at the ring of muscle at your entrance. The sensation makes you whimper and clench around nothing, making his hot cum slip out and begin crawling down your inner thigh. Inside the bathroom, James leans you over the sink and carefully parts your hair to kiss the slope of your shoulder before his large hands grab the globes of your ass to pry them apart delicately.

The sight of his thick cum oozing out of your pussy and leaking down your inner thigh pulls a guttural groan from the depths of James’ chest. “You’re so fucking sexy baby,” he praises and smirks at the whimper his comment pulls from your pretty lips, “but what a waste of my cum.” He positions himself behind you, feet shoulder-width apart, and presses his mushroom tip against your wet opening. You’ve become so sensitive that the simple touch makes you squirm but his strong hold on your hips keeps you still. Without warning, he pushes inside so violently, you cry out and fall forward. You would have hit your head if your hands hadn’t come up to brace you against the large wall mirror above the sink.

“Letting my cum drip out of you like that means I need to fill you up again, lovie,” he coos sweetly as if he wasn’t railing you from behind and pushing more of his thick cum out of you. He’s using his spilt seed as lubrication for your second round. “What a devious little minx you are,” James rests his chin against your bare shoulder, his bent-over form hitting a new angle and making you wail in pleasure, “I bet you pushed it out on purpose so I would pump you full again.” He kisses your cheek and you have to face down so you didn’t have to watch yourself getting savagely fucked by the devilish beast who’d possessed your loving boyfriend’s (ex? – that broke your heart) chiselled body. If you continued watching the erotic scene, you would cum too quickly and… you didn’t want that…

“Look at yourself!” James demands and pushes your chin up from underneath, forcing you to watch yourself get fucked.

Eyes wide, you try to look away but he holds your chin in place, “N-no! James!”

“Why not?” he pants heavily, pleasure evident on his beautiful face. You can tell that he was savouring the feeling of you with the way every odd twitch of his brow perfectly corresponded to the sporadic tightening of your walls, “you look so beautiful, my love, see?” he meets your eyes in the mirror, “you’re an angel, an angel who’s perfectly made for me. And I, you,” his poetry weakens your resolve more and more, “Don’t you see how beautiful we look together? We’re the perfect match, baby.” your moans and pants fog up the mirror, unable to say anything back as you’re too lost in the pleasure. James takes his hand away from your chin and focuses on aiming every powerful thrust perfectly so that you feel every tingle of pleasure spike up your spine. Maybe it’ll be able to convince you to stay with him despite his mother’s unwarranted comments.

Feeling yourself tear up at your lover’s words and the sight of your pairing, you turn to the side, only to gasp at the new sight. The glass barrier of the shower provides you with the faintest reflection of your full-body lovemaking with James. His toned body and perfectly carved muscles make him look like a god and he was fucking you as if he had never felt pleasure like this before. His powerful thrusts make your ass bounce rhythmically and his down-turned face makes it obvious how transfixed he is with the movement, urging him to continue despite the ache in his legs and hips.

Seeing the two of you joined together like this and fully lost in the throes of passion stirs something in your lower belly. It’s familiar and aching and hot and—

Throwing your head back, you scream in pleasure and reach your high once again. Your legs are shaking and your hands try to grip the surface of the mirror in an attempt to steady the convulsions of your upper body. Behind you, James gives a few more powerful thrusts before spilling his hot cum inside you again. With the way your walls pulse and throb around him, your uterus wanted to swallow every bit of his cum and make a baby. And with how viscous his release is, there’s a high chance you’ve become pregnant.

Your legs are weak but James keeps you up with steady hands and a secure frame. Again, despite already reaching his high, James doesn’t stop thrusting into you until you’re whimpering from overstimulation. Finally coming to a full stop, James lets out something between a sob and a groan, burrowing his face into your shoulder, “Don’t leave me— please don’t leave me… I love you,” where his lashes press against your skin, a wetness pools and you’re alerted to his tears.

You take a shuddering breath and reach up a hand to comb through your lover’s untamed curls. “I’ll stay Jamie…” James almost snaps his neck in half looking up, his wide, hopeful eyes connecting with yours in the mirror.

“You..?”

“I’ll stay,” you repeat gently but firmly, smiling at him.

“Really?”

“Yes really,” you giggle at his visage; he looks like a kid on Christmas day. “At this rate, I don’t really have a choice,” you begin teasingly as his brows furrow in wonder, “after all of that, I might as well be pregnant right now,”

Your joke isn’t met with a humorous chuckle like you expect, instead, there’s a stirring inside you. Gasping softly, you turn your head and meet James’ dark stare with wide-eyed shock, “Jamie! It’s t-too soon—” he captures your lips fiercely and begins ramming into you for the third time – in a matter of seconds, he had become rock hard again. However, in the state that you were in, sensitive from overstimulation, there isn’t a chance of you lasting longer than a minute. “A-ahhhh! James!”

“Fuck! I love you so much~” James moans deeply, a string of saliva connecting your lips as he pulls back from the heated kiss, “you drive me fucking crazy,” you try holding on for as long as you can but James slapping your ass only to grip possessively at the flesh was all it took to make you cum again. The high makes you tear up, becoming a pitiful, whimpering mess beneath your tenacious lover.

“I want to make sure you’re really pregnant by the end of tonight,” James comments as he presses a kiss into the back of your head. “We can keep going until sunrise, can’t we, love?”

There’s only one true answer to that, “yes~”

NAVI. | FULL VER.

A/N : this is the short version of my first-ever smut fic. this version only contains the main nsfw scene of the oneshot. i hope you darlings enjoy the read! if you're interested, feel free to read the full version too!

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