#dbf!jamie

[melodramaschild]

𝐉𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑

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𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒:

Little secret

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒:

3. “If we do it at a higher temperature it’s going to be ready a lot faster, right?” “Do not touch the oven!” || 7. “If you tell me you burnt yourself, I’m going to say I told you so.”

smiling into kisses

streamer James

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒:

#james potter: every post with non-dark James Potter

#dbf!james potter: have you ever thought about fucking your dad’s best friend?

[ddejavvu]

hi mei, for mvm dbf!poly!marauders helping you out your swimsuit, thank you, sorry for the spam <33

today is multiverse monday, send me any au you can think of! :)

this post is 18+, minors dni.

"Mate, don't- watch her head!" James hisses, rushing to cup the crown of your head where Sirius nearly bangs it into the doorframe.

"Can you shut up?" Sirius whirls on the man, spinning you with him and nearly clocking your head against a table corner, "I know what I'm doing!"

"You don't," Remus grumbles, sliding his hands under Sirius's own and hauling you into his own grip. You groan at the change in position and Remus adjusts you so that you're draped over his chest and shoulder rather than bridal style across his arms.

"Relax," He hums, your nose pressed to his throat that vibrates with his words, "We're just getting you to bed, dove."

"Thanks, Rem," You mumble sleepily, eyes blinking blearily open to see James and Sirius following up the stairs behind him. You let yourself drift in and out while they change you, but all you're really missing is a lot of heated whispers.

"No, Prongs, don't untie that string, that's the wrong one!"

"S'not the wrong one! Look, if I untie it, it'll come off."

"But this is the one you're supposed to untie," Sirius jabs a finger into your back at a messily tied bow, "That one stays up 'cause all she has to do is slip it over her head."

"All we have to do," Remus concludes, tugging at the string of your bikini top before the others can intervene. Once your swimsuit is off Remus hands it over to James, and lets Sirius slip a nightgown over you.

They make quick work of your panties, and James can't help but squeeze at your ass when he tugs the elastic band up your hips.

"Mm, Jamie," You jolt, peering disgruntled up at him, "Jus' lemme sleep!"

"M'sorry, love," James croons, trying not to laugh at your angry pout. He leans down to kiss your forehead, and Sirius tugs the sheets up under your chin.

"We'll wash the suit for you," Remus hums, brushing a hand over your face to rid it of stray hairs, "Sleep well, dovey."

[geekforhorror]

kiss it better

pairing: dbf!james kelly x fem reader

description: james kelly is one of your dads oldest friends who has a thing for you…especially in that short skirt of yours.

warnings: SMUT (DNI IF YOU’RE UNCOMFORTABLE WITH IT!), dom!james, sub!reader, established age gap (james is 40, reader is 21), skirt fucking, james has a thing for your ass, pussy slapping, slight objectification, praise, degradation, corruption kink, unprotected p in v sex, fluff, etc.

word count: 2.5k

James knew what you were doing.

Currently, your dad was out buying some propane fuel for the barbecue grill outside because he had forgotten to get some beforehand. However, he had left you alone with his best friend James.

You had developed quite a crush on the older man a few years back and you’ve wanted him ever since. You didn’t know what it was about him that you found yourself attracted to the most. Maybe it was his faint stubble on his face, his piercing blue eyes, or his tattoos. Perhaps it was all three. You thought you were being subtle all this time about your little crush on James. I mean for christ sakes, you had even picked out the skimpiest crop top and tight skirt you owned when your dad told you he would be joining the two of you for the mini backyard barbecue.

It hadn’t gone unnoticed to James at all. He always saw how you would bat your doe eyes at him all innocently, the way you swayed your hips while walking past him, and how you tempted him. At first he thought he was looking into it too much, but then he saw it happen again…and again…and again. His need for you grew every passing day when you teased him and you were just adding more fire to his need for you.

That’s what was currently happening.

Your dad had texted you saying he would be back soon and told you to get the pack of beer out from the cooler in the kitchen.

“Can you come with me, Jamie?”

That was new. You had never called him Jamie.

“Sure, honey,” he says, trying to be nonchalant when all he wanted to do was smirk in your face. Plus, he wants to see the selection for himself. Classic James.

As you get up from the couch in the living room, he trails behind you, not missing a step before the two of you find the freezer where the blue cooler labeled ‘beer’ was located. Before you know it, you’re walking back to him and like always, you make sure to sway your hips for him. He was addicted to the way your pretty little body moved and couldn’t help but wonder how it would move while fucking you. His restraint was wavering.

Just when he thinks it couldn’t get any worse for him, you bend over. Doing this allows James to get a glance up your skirt and what he saw was enough for him to get hard in his faded blue jeans. Not only had you bent over for him on purpose, but had also worn the thinnest lace panties known to man. He swore he was going to blow his load right then and there.

Opening the box, you present it to James as if nothing had just happened. “Is this good for you Jamie?” you ask him sheepishly.

“I know what you’re doing, sweetheart,” he admits.

“What do you mean?” you ask with the fakest, most insincere tone you could possibly ever use.

“Don’t play dumb with me, doll. I see the way you act around me…acting all innocent after,” he says, calling you out with no hesitation.

“You did?” you ask.

“You make it hard not to notice when you’re parading your tits and ass around me every time I see you,” he says.

“What are you going to do about it?” you say with a smirk.

That was it.

Within seconds, he pounces himself onto you, his carnal desire for you getting the best of him. His lips latch onto yours, fueled with unwavering passion. He had waited for this moment and now it was happening. His tongue finally finds its way into your mouth and you don’t find yourself disgusted by it. All you felt was the desire for him to do unspeakable things to you.

“James…I need you,” you plead, whining into his mouth

“Already so desperate f’me and I haven’t even fucked you yet,” he coos.

You could feel the arousal seeping through your panties at the sound of his silky smooth voice. The effect he had on you was profound. Melting over his voice? You were screwed.

His hands found purchase to your clothed ass, but that wasn’t enough for him. Taking initiative, he rolls the dainty fabric up to your hips, now allowing him to grope your ass with those fucking tattooed hands you loved so much. If he only knew the amount of times you had touched yourself while imagining that they were his hands on your body.

He hoists you up, making you wrap your legs around his waist before breaking the kiss. “You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this moment, sweet girl…how many times I’ve had to hold myself back out of respect your old man, but fuck it. I want you.”

With that being said, he holds you with his arms and takes you out of the room. Before he can lead you up the stairs that lead to your room, you stop him.

“Where are you taking us?” you ask.

“To your room, angel,” he says to you.

“What’s wrong with the couch in the living room?” you implore.

“Sweetie, I’ve been waiting for this for so long. I’m gonna fuck you the way you deserve, not on some old couch,” he says before finally going up the stairs with haste, but also making sure he didn’t drop you in the process. You guys finally make it to your room and he wastes no time before placing you gently down on the bed, moving you backwards so there was enough room for him to successfully tower over your body. The sight gave you chills, but in the best way possible.

His lips latch onto your warm skin surrounding your collarbone before sucking away at the tender flesh of it. You let out a breathy whine at the newfound sensation. You could feel how soft his lips were…just like you imagined they would be.

“James…” you say.

“Yes, baby?” he asks back.

“Can’t take anymore teasing…need you inside me,” you beg of the older man.

“Shhh…patience, pretty girl…be patient for me, yeah?” he says in a soft voice at which you nod at. “Such a good girl.”

He can’t even stop himself before he starts stripping you of your clothes,..if you could even call them that with how short and dainty they are. “Raise your arms for me, angel…wanna see those pretty tits,” he coos. You do as he says and within seconds, he’s met with the bare flesh that had been hiding underneath your shirt. He was in heaven.

“Should’ve known you weren’t wearing a bra,” he smirks.

He had imagined your tits so many times while jacking himself off. He always imagined the way your tits would bounce when fucking you, the way he would suck them.

“These are fucking mine, got it?” he enunciates, now pinching one of your sensitive nipples with his slender fingers, then rolling it accordingly.

“Fuck Jamie…” you say, lost in the feeling.

“My baby’s already whining for me, hm? You haven’t seen anything yet,” he claims. You had no idea him saying that would lead him to now suck at your pebbled areolas to prove his point.

“Such pretty tits on such a pretty girl,” he praises. He decides to tease you even further by pulling down your expensive lace panties before throwing them aside like they were nothing. “And an even prettier pussy…so wet for me, baby.”

The anticipation for him to slide into you was truly killing you. It was always on your mind when you knew it shouldn’t be. “You’re fucking perfect…need to have you,” he says, almost sounding a tad bit desperate.

“I’m all yours, James,” you assure him.

“Glad to hear it, doll.” he smiles. Finally, after what seems like ages, he starts throwing articles of his clothing off his toned body before he’s only in his black boxers while on top of you. You couldn’t help your curiosity as to how hard he was and looked down at the sight below you…and god, he was huge. The outline of his hardened bulge was more than prominent, leading you to question whether you could take him or not. He notices your lingering stare and can’t help but grow a little cocky.

“Eyes are up here, baby,” he says before grabbing your chin with his veiny hand.

“I’m sorry…” you trail.

“Don’t be sorry, baby. I think it’s quite cute seeing you get all flustered,” he says with a chuckle.

“I want your cock…please,” you beg, not even caring how desperate and whiny he had made you in this moment.

“Gonna fuck you so good until the only thing you remember is me and my name,” James promises you. “Gonna ruin you for anybody who thinks they have a chance with you.”

He slowly slides the fabric covering his cock down to the floor, where the rest of your guys’ clothes laid sprawled out. It only took a mere second before you saw the way his cock sprung towards his defined stomach. Fuck…he was gonna split you raw.

“You ready f’me, baby?” he asks you.

“Yes please…need your cock so bad,”

“Such a good girl for begging,” he praises while caressing your messy locks.

Suddenly, you feel his cock intrude your warm cunt, causing a moan to escape your lips from the sensation of him stretching you out with his thick cock.

“Shit…squeezing me so well, pretty girl… just like I thought you would,” he admits.

“Please move, James…” you whine.

“Anything for my girl,” he says before complying with your ever so desperate command. He begins thrusting into your tight hole without showing any signs of mercy or slowing down anytime soon. He wish he could take his time with you, but he knew it was only a matter of time until your dad was set to return.

“Just like that!” you scream out, your well manicured nails digging into his shoulder dimples as he fucks you into oblivion. With every inch inserted into you, the more dumb you could feel yourself becoming. But guess what? You didn’t give a fuck.

“Poor girl…already becoming dumb just from her daddy’s friend fucking her like the slut she is,” he degrades.

“Fuck…” you moan in response.

“Such naughty words from a girl like you,” he tuts in response.

“Need it harder…” you say in between raggedy breaths.

“You’re going to take what I give you and you’re going to like it, princess. Now behave,” he orders. You follow his instructions as explained before continuing with his erratic movements inside you. Your guys’ hips collide with one another, providing much needed friction that had both of you moaning. Sounds of your slickness began to fill the room and James couldn’t help but savor them. You felt his cock scrape your sensitive nerves that had already begun twitching around him.

He took in the way your chest heaved with every single thrust he made while inside you, the way you were panting for air…everything. You looked absolutely beautiful all fucked out for him and he would remember that sight below him for as long as he lived.

“Such a little cock slut, hm? So desperate for my dick that you dressed like this for me instead of asking me for it. Thought your daddy raised you to know better…guess not,” he tuts in disapproval. You felt yourself getting closer to your inevitable climax just by listening to his degrading words. You felt ashamed for getting off to someone speaking to you as if you were nothing, but you couldn’t help yourself. “Don’t fret baby, that’s what your new daddy is here for.” he says before slapping your pussy, guaranteeing that there would be a fresh mark tomorrow. The impact left a stinging sensation afterwards, but instead of wanting him to stop, you found yourself wanting more of his harsh blows. This was made crystal clear to him when you let out a moan.

“Look what we have here…a filthy slut moaning over getting treated like a fuck doll. My fuck doll,” he teases.

“Please…want more of it,” you admit.

“Of course you do, baby. Because you’re a pathetic little thing,” James mocks while still sheathed inside your sopping cunt. His hand lands another harsh hit to the irritated flesh, making you grip your sheets so hard that they were turning white.

“Fuck Jamie…’m so close,” you whimper.

“Hold on for a bit longer if you wanna prove you can be a good slut for me. Can you do that for me, baby?” he asks, hoping you would provide him with the right answer. You frantically nod your head, which was a good enough answer for him to keep bullying you and your pussy. Before you know it, he sets a new pace, one that was nothing short of animalistic. He wanted to be so deep inside of you as physically possible and that was what he was doing right now.

You can feel his cock twitch inside your warm cunt, which only makes him rock harder into you. Your vision becomes painted with stars as he was doing so and it felt fucking fantastic. He was the only man ever to make you feel like this. Safe to say, he exceeded any of your wild expectations.

Suddenly, you feel yourself becoming unraveled to the point where you can feel the hot coil start to unwind deep inside your fluttering stomach. With each additional movement he made, you felt the sensation become even more undeniable to feel.

“Please let me cum James!” you scream out in ecstasy.

“That’s it pretty girl…cum for me” he praises.

That’s all it took for you to splash your warm release all over his cock. You felt like you were on cloud nine while he was fucking you through your orgasm. The feeling of you coming undone on his dick finally made him ropes of his hot, sticky seed into your sensitive entrance. He groaned while doing so, which you found to be the hottest thing ever.

After the two of you come down from your heaven sent orgasms, he pulls out of you and lays down next to you. He positions himself so that he’s now looking at your pretty face in awe.

“I love you sweet girl and I hope you know I didn’t mean anything bad I said” he admits.

“I love you too James,” you say to him with a chuckle.

James smiles at your confession of love before pulling you in for a slow and gentle kiss, unlike the one you guys had shared before. The two of you found peace and solace in the kiss and you guys wouldn’t stop until either of your lungs gave out…or in this case, when your father comes home, which was now.

“Let’s not tell your father about this,” he says with a laugh.

“Agreed,” you say with a laugh back.

This was one for the books.

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[sunflowerxthoughts]

DBF! James is mistaken for Reader's father while on a shopping date...She may or may not have called him "daddy"

(I want to be part of this too, lol)

Like just imagine trying to catch him off guard, just to mess with him a bit because he teases you about being needy but EVERYONE knows the man is always on you. So you just casually call him daddy to see him flush and get a bit of a laugh.

And you two are out on a shopping date because I just know dbf! James has good ass money and can afford to spoil you rotten and he does! So naturally when you are trying on sundresses and an old lady as they do approaches him he just talks to her. And then it happens.

“Daddy what do you think about-“

“Oh you have a daughter! How beautiful! Are you in college dear?”

You are already having a field day.

“Daddy! What a nice lady! Yes I am!”

“The dress looks fantastic on you dear, you should convince your dad to buy it!”

She leaves and James is confused. Is he turned on? Mad? Confused again?

“Jamie?”

“Oh so now I am Jamie?”

“Oh come on it was funny! She didn’t even notice you got hard when I called you daddy, it was fun!”

“Changing room. Now.”

I guess every brat needs a spanking sometimes.

[wintersoldierslover]

my fic recs masterlist

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Bucky Barnes:

all bucky barnes

headcanon  -  blurb  -  one-shot  -  series

dbf!bucky  -  brothers bff  -  bff’s brother

neighbour  -  housewife reader

lumberjack  -  firefighter  -  bodyguard

priest bucky  -  college

football player  -  hockey player  -  boxer

professor  -  teacher  -  librarian/bookshop

coffee shop  -  soulmate  -  royal

other AUs  -  taboo

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Stranger Things characters:

all eddie munson - all steve harrington

eddie and steve (x reader)

billy hargrove - jason carver - mike wheeler

dmitri enzo antonov - jim hopper

robin buckley - nancy wheeler

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Outer Banks Characters:

all Rafe Cameron

all JJ Maybank

Rafe Cameron and JJ Maybank (x reader)

Pope Heyward - Topper Thorton

John B. - Sarah Cameron

Kiara Carrera

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Marvel characters:

Wanda Maximoff  -   Kate Bishop

Natasha Romanoff  -  Yelena Belova

Peter Parker  -  Pietro Maximoff

Steve Rogers  -  Stephen Strange

Frank Castle  -  Matt Murdock 

Moon knight  -  Steven Grant

Joaqín Torres - Clint Barton

Loki Laufeyson - Druig

Eddie Brock - Miles Morales

Miguel O’hara - Hobie Brown

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Harry Potter characters:

Sirius Black - Remus Lupin 

James Potter - Poly!Marauders

Lily potter -  Cedric Diggory

George Weasley - Fred Weasley

Severus Snape - Tom Riddle

Draco Malfoy

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Avatar (James Cameron) charachters:

neteyam - aonung - lo’ak

rotxo - kiri - spider

jake sully - neytiri - tsu’tey

tonowari - ronal - colonel quaritch

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Top Gun chracters:

Fanboy  -  Hangman  -  Rooster - Bob

Iceman

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Wednesday characters:

Xavier Thorpe - Ajax Petropolus

Wednesday Addams - Divina

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Bridgerton characters:

Anthony Bridgerton -  Benedict Bridgerton

Colin Bridgerton

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Criminal Minds characters:

Spencer Reid  -  Aaron Hotchner

Derek Morgan

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The Last of Us characters:

Joel Miller - Ellie Williams

Abby Anderson

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The Devil All The Time characters:

Tommy Matson - Lee Bodecker

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Uncharted characters:

Nate Drake - Sam Drake

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Euphoria characters:

Elliot (Euphoria) - Fezco

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On My Block characters:

Mario Martinez - Oscar Diaz

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Modern Family characters:

Luke Dunphy - Alex Dunphy

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Ted Lasso:

Roy Kent - Jamie Tartt

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NHL players:

Matthew Ktachuk - Trevor Zegras

Nolan Patrick - Tyler Seguin

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Actors:

Sebastian Stan - Joseph Quinn

Jamie Campbell Bower - Danny Ramirez

Drew Starkey - Rudy Pankow

Ben Hardy - Bella Ramsey

Jenna Ortega

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Miscellaneous characters:

Eli ‘Hawk’ Moskowitz  -   Marcus Baker

Rodrick Heffley -  Hunter Sylvester

Lloyd Hansen - Ari Levinson

Nick Fowler -  Tangerine

Rhett Abbott - Hayden ‘Harvard Hottie’

Colin (Not Okay) -   Min Ho (Xo, Kitty)

Ash (No Exit) -  James Maguire (Derby Girls)

Jake Peralta - Nick Miller  - Brian O’conner

Anakin Skywalker - Bruno Madrigal

Tadashi Hamada - Kakashi Hatake

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Miscellaneous real people:

Billie Eilish - AEW Hook

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*Updated whenever there’s a new character <3

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˗ˏˋ main masterlist ˎˊ˗

the gift of giving (18+) pairing(s) — trevor zegras x reader, jamie drysdale x reader, mason mctavish x reader, zegras x drysdale x mctavish

hands off my girl — bfb!rafe cameron x kook!reader

if we're lucky (18+) — rafe cameron x kook!gf!reader

the spit saga (18+) pairing — jamie drysdale x reader // series inspired by this post

girl dad quinn hughes <3 ★ #1 — a gaggle of girlies ★ #2 — stuck like velcro

★ muppet crumbs (18+) pairing — subby!trent frederic x reader

feb slumber party (18+) ★ #1 — silent treatment pairing — dbf!sidney crosby x reader ★ #2 — all nighters with rodeo riders pairing — bull-rider!mattew tkachuk x barrel racer!hughes!reader

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[inkdrinkerworld]

hii love, this so silly but maybe dilf!james or dbf!james taking you on a little shopping trip at the mall after you had a tough week, bonus points for getting little snacks between stores and him just stealing far too many kisses between bites jksdjf

not silly at all!!!! i’m going with dilf!james for this he’s so sexy!!!

james wakes you from your ‘bad day’ nap - as he likes to call them- with a series of kisses to your jaw and cheek.

“jamie,” you groan and he laughs.

“yeah, s’me baby. wake up, we’re going shopping.”

“why?” you mumble and james laughs again.

“cos i wanna spend money on you,” you sigh like it’s a big ask of james as you sit up and rub your eyes. “there you are pretty girl.”

his lips smack against your jaw again before he turns to sit on the bed.

“you get twenty minutes to get ready.”

you scramble out of bed and hurry to get ready, getting dressed in a monochromatic blue moment that james loves.

you go into four stores before you get hungry. james had convinced you to get a glossy red pair of gogo boots, mary janes and platform heels, a couple sundresses, and pyjamas but now all you could hear was your belly.

“can we stop in the cafe?” there’s a quaint little shop in the mall that you love that james can’t deny is perfect.

“whatever you want, sweetheart.” james walks in behind you and then asks, “your usual?” you nod bashfully.

“but jamie, could i get a bagel and a slice of the orange cake?”

james gets you two slices. he sets your hot chai in front of you as well as the bag of the cake and sets his own latte in front of him.

“you’re not eating?” you ask as you unwrap your bagel. before he can answer, they call his name and he stands.

he comes back with his own bagel, but with an egg, ham and cheese in it.

“thank you jamie,” you mumble as you take a bite of your bagel. “for taking me out.”

james frowns, wiping a little cream cheese from the corner of your mouth.

“what are thanking me for, angel face? no need for any of that.” he stamps a kiss to your lips.

“but it’s nice, what you did.” sometimes you honestly think james isn’t real, that he’s a demigod or an angel or some mythical being that just turns everything to magic and makes everything warm.

“i’d do all the nice things for you, my love.” he leans over to kiss you again, quick, short ones planted on your mouth.

“i wanna go into the jewelers before we leave, see if they’re finished with your bracelet.” he says and you smile, hiding a little secret that they were making a matching one for james too.

“and then we can go to the bookstore?” you ask and he scoffs.

“what kinda man would i be if i didn’t take you? a bad one.” he answers for you and you giggle at his dramatic scowl in an attempt to make himself look ‘bad.’

your day is salvaged by james and his knack for making you smile and laugh even when you don’t want to and you’ve never been happier.

[mischiefm4n4ged]

(Minors dni, 18+ only)

You accidentally call dbf!james ‘daddy’ and he won’t let it slip

“Fuck daddy” as soon as the word left your mouth you regretted it. James was pounding deep into you, your parents and Harry sleeping in the rooms just down the hall.

“What did you call me?” He grunts and continues his sloppy thrusts.

“Jamie” you say innocently but a hard slap to your boobs made you yelp.

“Be a good girl and say it” he slaps you across the face when you don’t respond, “baby, I don’t like punishing you, But I’ll have to if you don’t do as I say.”

“Daddy, daddy please” you moan and he chuckles, pounding into you harder.

“Shit baby you’re so good just for daddy to use hmm…” he strokes your face and inserts his thumb into your mouth, “you’re so fucking dirty, better not let your real daddy find out little doll” he moans and proceeds to fuck you until he breeds you full and wipes your tears.

[velvetcloxds]

okay okay I see your chubby!reader mood and I also see our earlier conversation so I propose to you.. in love with you with dbf!james and chubby reader please :’) just sweet slow soft gentle cozy lovin where he’s holding you close and stroking your cheek with his thumb and he’s kissing all over your face and he’s got a hand under your shirt to rub your belly or he’s softly and gently squeezing your thighs/cupping your ass/smoothing a hand over your back 🛐 I do not care what the specifics are I just need him all over me

TERRIFYING | J.P.

word count: 0.8k

warnings: plus sized reader, weight talk (curves and body shape associated with weight and being plus sized)- also this might have strayed slightly from what you wanted ksdjf

It was odd, not at all uncomfortable, but nothing you'd ever allowed yourself to experience- James was always touching you, always finding an excuse to have his hands on you, have your body against him but this was something new, daring, terrifying. You'd found yourself underneath him, hovered over, held so carefully, so delicately, like his touch could shatter you and you felt like it could. Never had you allowed yourself such vulnerability, such openness with anyone before and you were a wreck.

James wouldn't mind, in fact, as you knew him you were sure he'd absolutely love it, love the feeling of your warm skin, love exploring every dip and curve, allowing his fingers to linger and trace the translucent stretchmarks that were etched into the soft flesh- not for any other reason than the fact that he was completely in love with you and you were in love with him, so why did it feel so scary letting him see you, all of you.

"I missed you," he breathed, a hand drawing shapes on your back, your shirt shifting lightly under his movements, threatening to expose your stomach if he continued and he did, and it did and you froze, he paused.

"You saw me yesterday," you informed him and he simply hummed, hand lowering slightly and despite yourself, you let him- it was scorching the feel of his fingers brushing over your bare skin, and you hoped he'd not notice how tense you were, how rigid, your bare back would inevitably lead him to your sides and then your stomach and up. "Jamie," your voice was soft, too soft, making him stop, and how very surprising when your body ached at the absence of his hands. "Don't stop, just-" you nuzzled into him, hiding your face in his neck breathing him in, working up the nerve, the courage. "Just, slow," you clarified, muffled by his skin. He understood, of course, he did, he'd be a fool not to understand your heart, your body, it was something he prided himself on- understanding things you thought you were hiding, thought you were being subtle about but you were anything but.

"Slow," he agreed and kissed the top of your head and it was electric, sort of trancing in its motions the way he moved so lightly, barely there, almost convincing you he wasn't touching you at all, simply a figment of your imagination, a wild dream too realistic to be real. Never did you think you'd find someone who not only accepted the parts of your body you deemed unworthy of being explored but someone who embraced them, somehow ignoring them completely because it wasn't this great big unmentionable thing you'd built it up to be, it was simply you, you in all your entirety and it didn't matter, not to him. "I love you," it was a reminder as his hand slipped up your shirt, as his kisses moved down your cheek, to your jawline, your neck.

"You do?" as if you didn't know, as if you couldn't feel it in his fingertips, in his palms where he cupped your rolls, squeezed the very doughy flesh you'd hid from him, in the gentle dampness of his kisses as they spread over your collar bone. "You really do," you agreed, tilting back your head into his pillow to make him look at you, take in the sight of your burning cheeks, eyes dipped with such adoration James felt his heart ache, his whole body ached at the idea that this was the first time you could be sure of something he thought you deserved more than anyone he'd ever met.

"More than anything," he informed you and he couldn't hide the smirk that sifted over his lips when you moved your leg over his, forcing him closer, tucking him in, his hand moving at its own accord as he gently cupped your bare thigh, then over the pair of boxers he'd borrowed you to very greedy cup your bum in his large hands. You didn't know why you nodded, it was less agreement and more surrender, as if you'd given up a fight within yourself, you'd laid yourself bare, emotionally, nearly physically, and he loved you still, wanted you still- more even and it was still terrifying, but it was a fear worth facing.

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.just the way you are | nine.

pairing: dbf!bucky x fem!reader

summary: back home in brooklyn, job lost, dumped, unable to pay rent, and utterly ashamed of yourself. of course your dad had offered out your childhood bedroom, but what happens when you bump into his best friend once again, this time no longer the teenager that you were when you left?

chapter word count: 3172

series warnings: smut, 18+, minors dni, unprotected sex, age gap (reader 24, bucky 39)

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Y/N

You couldn’t pull yourself out of bed that day. It was a Sunday, the day that had once been your favourite, yet that day felt empty, cold. It was sunny outside, but the warmth of the sun didn’t seem to infiltrate the thin curtains that hung from the window. You weren’t sure what time it was when you woke up, and if you were being honest you didn’t really care. The bed beside you where he usually lay, cracking jokes and wrapping his arms tightly around you, protecting you and comforting you, was empty. It felt wrong, as if everything in the world had shifted slightly. You just wanted everything to go back to the way that it was.

You stayed there for hours curled up under the blanket, pretending that your duvet was Bucky’s body, that your oversized sweater was his arms. Buck the moose and Jamie the duck were tucked under your chin, and you simply stared at the wall, at the empty space beside you where he was meant to be, wiping your tears on your pillow, replaying each moment of your relationship with Bucky over and over in your head, as if it were a supercut of everything that had made the two of you together so magical.

“Wake up, sleepyhead.”

His gentle tone eased itself into your subconscious, pulling you from your dream and back to reality. You groaned, rolling over onto your back, stretching your arms above your head as you yawned, and blinking your eyes open as you gave them a minute to adjust to the morning light. It was a Sunday morning, and you knew that you had heard Bucky’s voice, but as you reached out for him you found the bed beside you empty, yet still warm. Slowly rubbing your eyes, you sat up against the headboard, coming face-to-face with a smiling Bucky Barnes, cross-legged in the middle of your bed, beaming down at you contently. On the blanket in front of him was a tray holding two plates of breakfast, omelettes and toast with bacon, and two little bowls of yoghurt. Next to the plates was a cup of hot, black coffee in your favourite mug, and one that had the little panda on the front. Bucky’s own coffee was nestled comfortably in his palm.

“You made me breakfast?” You grinned as you sat up straight, reaching for the coffee and taking a sip, allowing the bitter heat to float over your tongue. “Thank you baby. You really didn’t have to.”

“It’s really nothing,” he shrugged, grabbing a bite of toast. “Besides, you deserve it.”

You snorted, raising your eyebrows at him and shaking your head. “Deserve it for what? Being unemployed? Living with my dad? I don’t think I’ve done anything to deserve it.”

Bucky shuffled forward on the mattress, closer to you, linking his fingers with your own.

“You know I don’t care about those things. There’s nothing to be ashamed of, sweetheart. You’re perfect, just the way you are.” Bucky shuffled forward on the mattress, closer to you, linking his fingers with your own. “Besides, after what you did in bed last night, I’d say you more than deserve breakfast at least.”

Without thinking, you stuck your finger in the yoghurt and flung it forwards, swiping it down the side of his face with an evil chuckle. Bucky’s jaw dropped open in shock, but a moment later a cough of laughter erupted, and he followed suit, yoghurt being wiped across your cheek.

After only a moment, the pair of you fell into a fit of giggles, Bucky’s body enveloping your own, a perfect little bubble of happiness contained inside that bedroom.

You choked down a sob at the memory, muffling a frustrated cry into your pillow as you tried to push away the thought, your own mind betraying you.

Your dad popped his head around your bedroom door a little while later, awkwardly hovering at your doorway as if he were unsure whether or not to interfere. However, eventually he made the decision to wander inside, perching on the edge of your mattress.

“I know it’s hard, honey, but you can come back anytime you want,” he said, rubbing your arm comfortingly. “Your room is still going to be here, and so am I.”

It made sense that your dad would assume that you were simply upset about leaving Brooklyn, after all, he didn’t know about you and Bucky. He wasn’t entirely wrong, but it wasn’t the city that you were going to miss and it wasn’t the thought of leaving your dad’s house that made your heart ache.

“It won’t be the same,” you mumbled into your pillow. He sighed, patting your shoulder gently.

“Can I ask you something? And you promise that you’re going to be honest with me?” You glanced up at him, nodding carefully as you wiped away a stray tear. “Is there something else going on?”

You paused, taking in the concern written across his features. “What do you mean?”

“In the time you’ve been back here, I’ve seen you become happier everyday. It’s like something changed, and I couldn’t quite put my finger on it,” he explained with a gentle frown, one that conveyed less anger and more worry. “But this - I’ve never seen you like this before. You haven’t gotten out of bed all day. I’m worried about you. Did something else happen?”

You wanted to tell him, you were so close to telling him everything. But you knew that he wouldn’t understand, not if it was Bucky. You knew your dad like the back of your hand, and therefore you knew how betrayed he would feel. Perhaps not by you, but by Bucky for certain.

“Does this have anything to do with the boy you’ve been seeing?”

Your eyes widened at his question, sitting completely upright in bed, pulling your sleeves over your hands and playing with the hem of your sweater. “H-How did you know about that?”

“You think I wouldn’t notice you sneaking someone in here after I’ve gone to bed?” He chuckled, shaking his head, holding his hands up in the air in mock defeat. “I don’t know why you never introduced me to him before. You know I just want you to be happy, and this boy, whoever he is, seems to do that.”

“H-He does. He makes me so happy,” you sniffled. “But I’m leaving tomorrow. I’m leaving tomorrow, and he’s staying here. How am I supposed to do this without him?”

The corners of your dad’s mouth curled up into a sympathetic smile. “You know, sometimes change isn’t a bad thing,” he noted. “When your mother died, I really thought that I would never be happy again. But after a while I realised that just because things were different, that didn’t mean that they were bad. I still had the memories that we shared together, and those are something that I cherish, but now I make new memories, and just because your mother isn’t there to share them with me, that doesn’t make them any less important.”

“I appreciate that, dad,” you smiled sadly, reaching forward to squeeze his hand. “But I don’t think it’s really the same.”

“I know, honey,” he replied. “All I mean is, don’t let your sadness over a loss stop you from enjoying the rest of your life. If it’s meant to be, then it’s meant to be.”

You knew he hadn’t meant to, but at his final words a stabbing pain radiated through your chest, one which you tried desperately to ignore as he rose to his feet, planting a quick kiss on the top of your head before moving towards the door. He paused for a moment, turning on his heel to look back at you.

“By the way, I invited some of your friends over tomorrow to see you off to the airport,” he smiled. He took in the groan that escaped your lips before continuing through a chuckle. “Don’t worry, it’ll just be something small.”

And with that he was gone, and you were left wondering whether or not you would have to sit through a farewell party the next day with your ex-boyfriend present.

Bucky

For some reason that Bucky couldn’t quite work out, his apartment seemed quieter that day, emptier. There was a devastating silence that seeped into the cracks between the bricks of his apartment, the dark corners of every room. It was a silence that had once been filled by her laughter, by her gentle hums against quiet music whilst she made coffee, by her moans throughout the night. Yet now it was silent, even if everything in that apartment that had once reminded him of her now held no memories.

The shirt that she had borrowed.

He slipped through the door to his bedroom, leaving her sitting on the couch in the living room alone, just a doorway away. He closed the door, leaving it open just a crack so that he could see her looking around his apartment, taking it in with the same wonderment that she always seemed to hold, even if she didn’t realise that she possessed that magic, yet it was one of his favourite charms of hers. Quickly, he grabbed a shirt from his top-draw and folded it in his arms, taking a deep breath before slipping back out, tossing the shirt in her direction.

Now just a shirt.

The couch in the living room.

She fell asleep almost moments after the movie began, curled up on the couch, wrapped in a woollen blanket, but Bucky didn’t mind, even if ‘Vertigo’ was one of his favourite movies. There would always be another chance to watch it again, but if ignoring the movie meant that he could snuggle down on the couch beside you, your head on his chest, your breath fanning against his skin, then it was worth it.

Now just a couch.

The coffee mug on the stand.

He knew that she’d be happy to see that he had bought her a brand-new mug, completely identical to the one that she had at home, so that she could always have her favourite mug no matter where the two of them decided to stay each night, but he could never have predicted the ecstatic grin that spread across her face at the sight of it, nor the way she leaped into his arms without a moment’s hesitation to plant 1000 little kisses across his face and neck, a sign that he had succeeded in making her happy.

Now just a mug.

He found himself moving from one spot of his apartment to another with no real purpose. He wanted to call her, to tell her that he had changed his mind, that they could work it out and that everything would be ok; that they would be ok. But he knew he couldn’t. She was leaving, and he was staying, and there was nothing that could make that situation simpler. So, he tried to distract himself as best he could. He tried to read, but couldn’t focus on the words. He tried to watch TV but found himself disinterested in anything playing. He thought of getting some work done, but realised that would mean calling her dad, and he couldn’t bring himself to dial the number. Every attempt that he made to drown out the need to call her was fruitless, and so the thoughts of her simply consumed him.

He stared out of the window, out across the city, counting the cars that passed by, reliving the moment that he lost her over and over in his mind until he could no longer fight the urge. Grabbing his bag, he slipped his shoes on and headed out into the city silently, knowing his destination but not his motivation.

Y/N

The day dragged onwards into night, the sun guiding the city into the darkness, greeting the rising moon as an old friend. Yet still, there you remained, curled up in bed, certain that you would never leave the comfort that it provided again. The sounds of your dad pottering around downstairs echoed up towards your room, and you knew that he was likely preparing for the party that you had never asked for. He was leaving you alone, at the very least, and for that you were thankful.

It was around 11:10pm when your phone vibrated on your bedside table. Your dad had long-since retreated to his own room, and the house fell into silence, besides the vibration of your phone as the message came through. With a groan you grabbed it and pulled it towards you, but once you saw who the message was from you sat bolt upright, eyes widening as they trailed over the name. Bucky.

Bucky: Meet me in the treehouse.

You could remember a time before that where you had moved so quickly, so swiftly, as you leaped from under your covers and descended the stairs at an almost two-at-a-time pace. Slipping through the back patio door and into the garden, you glanced up at the treehouse; a golden glow from the little lamp that you knew sat inside was already seeping through the open window. You clambered up the ladder and pushed your way through the trap door.

There Bucky sat, on the old bean-bag in the corner, and you noticed three things in a matter of seconds.

Firstly, his clothes were mix-matched. A pair of grey sweatpants paired with an old red sweater, a pair of pristine white sneakers donning his feet, and a thick black trench coat wrapped around his body. It seemed almost as if he had grabbed the first items of clothing that he could find and simply threw them on, not caring if it looked ok.

Secondly, you noted the dark bags under his eyes, and the droop of his eyelids, suggesting that perhaps he too, much like yourself, had only had a small amount of sleep the night before. A pang of guilt rang through your body, not at his sleepless night, but at the fleeting hope that you had been the cause.

Finally, you took in the way that he was looking at you. The way that his eyes remained trained on you, filled with sadness, the blue of his irises now a dull grey. But there was something else hidden in there, his pupils wide and dark, black pools in a mass of grey cloud. That was something that you couldn’t quite place, couldn’t quite work out.

“What are you doing here, Bucky?” You asked quietly, taking a hesitant step forward, unsure of what the boundaries were now that you were no longer together.

“Yesterday you said something,” he replied, voice low and rough. “One more kiss. One more night together.”

Your breath hitched in your throat as he slowly rose to his feet, taking a step towards you, and then another, until he was stood right in front of you, his breath fanning against your cheek. Your eyes fluttered closed as his hands came up to your elbows; it felt so familiar, as if you were being welcomed home.

“Let me give that to you,” he continued. “Please.”

A small whimper escaped your lips, and he took that as his answer, smashing his lips against yours, his familiar taste engulfing you, minty and sweet at the same time. His tongue traced a line across your bottom lip, and you allowed him entrance in a second as his hands wrapped around your waist, pulling you flush against him, your own fingers tugging gently at his hair. He lifted you with ease, laying you down against the wooden boards of the treehouse’s floor, the pillows and blankets that were strewn there offering you a small amount of comfort against the splintering wood.

A hand trailed up under your shirt, pulling it over your head as your bodies separated for a second, joining together once more as the passion began to take over. Bucky’s own jacket and shirt were quickly lost as he began to grind his hips against you, long and hard against you, a sign of how ready he was to take you once again, one final time.

As if by its own accord, your hand slid between your bodies, under the band of his sweatpants, gripping him in your palm, stroking him slowly, calculatedly, knowing exactly what to do to bring him the most pleasure possible. It only took a few strokes of your hand up and down his length for him to give it.

“Y/N,” he mumbled, pulling away from you quickly, sliding his sweatpants down his thighs and all but ripping your shorts from your body, leaving you both exposed in the chill of the night. Eyes were trained on each other as he rubbed his tip through your folds, bringing your back to an arch against the floor.

“Bucky, please,” you whimpered, one leg wrapping around his hip and pulling him closer to you.

“Because you asked so nicely.” He slid into you slowly, the moans from both of your lips echoing around the old treehouse. He rolled his hips, and you could all but feel every nerve in your body vibrating with pleasure. It was slow, romantic, passionate, and beyond intimate, everything that your relationship had been crashing together in that one moment; a goodbye that was filled with sorrow and regret, but also seemed so perfect.

He thrust harder and your eyes all but rolled back into your head as he hit that spot inside you that made your toes curl. His lips came down to your chest, sloppy kisses planted against sweat slicken skin.

“Come for me, sweetheart,” he murmured against your skin as he sucked at the spot at the base of your throat, a mark that would likely remain to remind you of this night for days to come. “One last time, I know you can do it.”

He slipped a hand between you, sliding down past your stomach and latching onto that spot between your legs that caused you to gasp loudly into the night as he rubbed quick, unrelenting circles. It washed over you body, tingling from your toes to the very pit of your stomach, down to your fingertips, every inch of your body filled with a bliss that you knew would never be recreated by another person again; this was Bucky, and no one would ever be able to make you feel like this except him.

He followed you moments later, his body collapsing against you as he finished deep inside you.

“I love you, Y/N,” he gasped against your neck as he finished, his head coming to rest on your chest. One stray tear slipped from your eyes as you stared up through the window in the roof, up at the moon and stars as they gleamed down at you, your fingers tracing patterns on his shoulders.

“I love you too, Bucky.”

[papillon-mechant]

for dialogues can you please do dbf james picking you up after a really bad date with someone?:)

when you get in the car, it’s hard not to notice the huge “i told you so” look on his face. he doesn’t say it though, because he knows how bad you feel already and he doesn’t wanna make it worse.

“so, are you going to tell me what happened?” he finally asks after driving in silence for almost 10 minutes. you huff, crossing your arms and poking your lip out in an exaggerated pout.

“he sucked,” you whine, “talked about himself all night, didn’t hold the door open or pull my chair out. and he wouldn’t even give me a kiss.” your pout becomes more exaggerated at the flashback of your date denying you a kiss, your favorite things to get.

james chuckles, poking at your lip, “stop that, no pouting in my car.” you roll your eyes but stop nonetheless. when you finally arrive home, james gets out of the car to open the door for you, making you smile.

“thank you jamie.” you say, ready to walk into your house. but james grabs hold of your arm, stopping you. you let out a surprised yelp as he pulls your body into his, bringing you into a slow and passionate kiss.

after what feels like forever, the kiss stops. you stand breathless while james stands with his signature smirk, “just don’t tell your dad, okay kiddo?”

[tpwkbucky]

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BUCKY BARNES

series:

✧ entwining hearts bucky may be your dads best friend but that’s won’t stop him from making you his own. the only trouble is that you have a boyfriend already and bucky is newly out of a divorce, trying to get full time custody of his four year old son, jamie. (warnings: ☼ ☾ ❀ and dbf!bucky)

one shots:

✧ isn’t she lovely bucky spots you at the bar and orders you a drink (warnings: slight ☼ and beefy!bucky)

✧ two lines two lines on a stick appear and you freak out - thinking bucky will hate you. (warnings: ☼ and implied ☾ )

✧ my good girl the winter soldier plays with you (warnings: ☾ ❀ and tws!bucky)

✧ a little flirt you and bucky have a little chat (warnings: ☼, very shitty and short)

✧ beginner it’s your first time having sex ever and your boyfriend bucky is there to help. (warnings: ☼ and light ☾)



THOR ODINSON

series:

✧ coming soon -> the kings queen thor is set to marry. his father thinks he knows what’s best for him but as the time goes on, his feelings for his younger brothers bestfriend change. once sworn enemies, they know have to hide their love in secrecy - scared for the reprocussions. (warnings: royal au, brothers bestfriend, enemies to lovers tropes and ☼ ☾ ❀)

one shots:

✧ enchanted thor catches himself thinking about you all the time, so he sets off on a - very short - mission to make him yours. (warnings: ☼)

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Yay, Jamie, congrats on 500 followers! That is so awesome!

Love that you are doing a celebration! I'll go with ☘️ for dbf!Joel

Thank you! Here you go, I hope you like it!

[sunflowerxthoughts]

DBF! James and Sirius being Reader's father, and he already knowing about the relationship between James and his daughter. Now they can't talk about women because otherwise it's awkward, after all Jamie is fucking Siri's daughter.

James is beaming and like super happy because family dinner is now literally family dinner.

Sirius has been opening and closing his mouth for the last hour because he is dying to tell James about the girl he fucked with last week and you are just waiting for the chance to just get him back for being an ass about you and Jamie.

“Out with it dad.”

“I can’t. I CAN’T, because usually it would be followed with James raving about the bird he is seeing but I’m not going to sit here and listen to him talk about fucking my daughter.”

“I mean I’ve done it before…”

“Well I didn’t know it was her you idiot!” He is gripping his wine glass out of frustration. He swears he is cool with it and tells himself it’s better James than some asshole. “Besides I won’t tell about shagging anyone in front of her.”

“Oh my god!” You say in an exagerated amusement. “I’m getting a new mommy?”

“Shush or I’m grounding you.”

“I mean I can spank her actually.” James says teasing Sirius just a bit more just to mess with him.

“Shut up, James. Really. Or I’m kicking you out.”

You both burst into laughter as Sirius angrily stabs his fork onto the salad he prepeared muttering about you two being perfect for eachother as you two are equally idiots.