THE DEVİL; poly!jily takes the sugarbaby!reader to a trip to an island or something like that. Like awarding you for being a good girl 🥵 and spoiling you ughhh
cw: oral sex (fem receiver), mummy/daddy kink, cumming in pants (i love you james that's so hot of you), dom!lily, pleasure!dom!james, technically public sex (but not really because they are the only ones in the property)
18+ ONLY || MINORS DON'T INTERACT OR I'LL BLOCK YOU
a/n: ngl i really like how this one turned out. also, they are in the balcony of the beach house they rented, so no one is around for miles.
the mediterrean sun burns your skin, and it seems like james applying sunscreen on you was a waste of time since it feels like you're sweating it off. if it weren't for the ocean breeze, you'd be sure your body was melting.
that may have more to do with the black-haired man buried between your thighs and the red-head nipping at your neck, though.
"mummy," you whimper, arching your back when lily's fingers tweak your hard nipples underneath your tiny swimsuit.
"what is it, sweet girl?" she asks, her mouth still attached to the side of your neck and covering it in purple splotches.
your face scrunches up in pleasure, feeling james' plump lips wrap themselves around your clit before diving his tongue inside of your quivering hole.
"daddy—he’s—gonna cum," you babble, the hot tendrils inside your belly expanding over the rest of your body.
james hooks his arms beneath your knees and uses his shoulders as two strong barriers to prevent you from closing your legs. he groans into your pussy, rolling his hips against the fluffy cushion of the sunbed you're all resting on to relieve some of the painful tension he's feeling.
"you're gonna cum all over daddy's face?" lily whispers sweetly against your ear.
"yes, yes. all over daddy's face," you echo her words like a parrot, creeping closer and closer to the edge.
lily notices james' movements and smirks meanly. "open your eyes, poppet," she instructs. the glare of the golden sun forces you to narrow your eyes. she grabs the roots of your hair and forces your head down. "look at daddy, sweetie. see his hips, how he's rutting against this stupid chair? he's gonna cum in his pants, poppet, 'n just from tasting your sweet little pussy."
both you and james whimper at her words.
"d'you think we should let him cum, poppet? i know you deserve it, you've done so well at school this year, our smart girl. but has daddy been good to you?"
you meet james' pleading gaze. "yes," you say breathlessly. "daddy's been so good t'me, he's always good t'me."
the praise makes james shiver. he pushes his face against your pussy and noses your clit, taking in your scent, then swipes his tongue along every single crevice, collecting the sweet drops of your wetness.
lily forces your head to rest against her shoulder. you look up at her through half-lidded eyes, your mouth parted as you exhale breathless moans.
"then cum, sweet girl. be good f'us so daddy can get his turn."
her lips are on yours in a second, swallowing down the broken mewl you let out when you let go and fall over the edge. white hot pleasure blinds you momentarily, your body convulsing and james moaning lewdly as your pretty cunt quivers beneath his mouth.
between your thighs, you can feel james' shiver; his thrusts getting sloppy as he paints the insides of his swimsuit with white. his fingers dig themselves on your plushness, marking the spot where he held you prisoner to his ministrations.
you slump against lily's chest, your own panting and a drop of sweat gliding between your breasts. she pets your hair while you catch your breath, james peppering the insides of your thighs with kisses and giving your clit one more gentle suck before getting on his knees.
he hovers above you, his cheeks flushed a pretty pink and his chin shiny with a mix of your cum and his spit. lily grabs him by the back of his neck and pulls him towards her. she licks his chin, hoping to taste any remnants of your essence and then she kisses him, their tongues dancing together filthily.
tingles shoot up all over your body at the sight of your lovers making out like that. you don't even realise you whimpered pathetically until they pull apart and look at you with amused eyes, chuckling at your needy self.
james straightens his back, untying the knot of his swim shorts. "why don't you clean daddy up and then we can go down to the beach, hm?"
can i request the devil where remus wakes up hard and you’re next to him in nothing but his favorite panties and one of his shirts so he decides to move your panties to the side and take care of his problem
look, i know i said i wouldn't write any more remus, but this... this awoke something in me.
warnings: dark fic. stepcest, somnophilia (so, dubcon), daddy kink
18+ ONLY || MINORS DON'T INTERACT
word count: 486
a/n: this is... so dirty. i feel dirty lmao. || i changed the setting a little bit, hope that's fine. also, this is just an exception, please don't send anymore remus requests lol
remus is careful as he pulls the covers off, revealing your naked legs and running his hand over them. the shirt you're wearing, his shirt, rose to your waist due to all the movements in your sleep, giving him the perfect view of your panties.
they're his favourite. made of a pretty vintage pink organza with ruffles on the edges, he feels his cock twitch inside his pyjamas when he sees your bum decorated in them.
trying not to jostle too much and alert you of what's going on, he slowly pulls them to the side, unveiling your already soaking pussy.
his little girl, always ready for him.
gently, he runs his fingers along your folds, spreading your wetness all over them before focusing on your clit. he rubs slow circles, keeping your hips still when they buck slightly, and when he deems you ready, he pushes two of his fingers inside you.
he hears you exhale deeply into your pillow, your legs falling open to give him better access. so good to him, he thinks.
he can feel your pussy squeezing his fingers tightly, a new wave of arousal coating them. his cock aches, the tip an angry red and weeping copious amounts of pre cum. he can't wait anymore.
you whine breathlessly when he removes his fingers, still unaware of what's going on. remus shushes you, "don't worry, dove. m'gonna fill you up in a second."
he pumps his cock a few times, groaning and biting his lip to quiet them down, and then he holds your pretty and glistening folds open with his thumb, your little hole ready for him to fill up.
your face scrunches up when he pushes his cock into you, feeling a light burn when he stretches you with it. remus waits until you relax to continue moving, holding his breath as he rests his forehead against your shoulder blades. "y're okay, bun," his hand goes under your shirt and cups your breasts, giving them a tender squeeze. "doin' so well for daddy."
it seems that those words are all you needed to let him bottom out completely. he holds your hips tightly and thrusts slowly, low grunts coming out of his mouth. he can already feel the tension inside him growing, and his soft treatment doesn't last much longer. he ruts into you desperately, still somewhat conscious of your delicate state, but when soft moans echo in his ears he can't bring himself to care about anything other than his release.
"daddy?" it's a soft whisper, a question uttered in a sleepy state that makes him pause.
"'s just me, dove."
"what're y'doin'?" you grumble, curling your fingers around the pillow. you adjust your hips, moaning when the tip of remus' cock hits your spongy spot.
"just needed to feel your pretty pussy, bun," he groans, resuming his thrusts. "go back t'sleep, yeah? daddy'll take care of you."
THE DEVIL - Fucking in front of a mirror with Remus
mirror, mirror, on the wall
warnings: fingering, overstimulation, mirror sex, squirting, a bit of praise? (idk if it counts)
18+ ONLY || MINORS DON’T INTERACT
word count: 395
"look at you, dove," remus whispers in your ear. “look at the mess you made.”
he holds your legs spread open, allowing you a clear view of your puffy and sopping cunt on the mirror. you’re panting, your chest heaving with broken sobs and your legs twitching when remus’s rough finger pads softly graze your outer lips.
you mewl loudly when he slips three fingers into you easily. “isn’t such a pretty mess?” he pushes them deep inside you, playing you like a violin and making you tremble against his chest.
“pretty,” you babble, your head lolling back on his shoulder and your eyes fluttering shut.
with a tsk, remus grabs your chin and forces you to look forward. “i said look at yourself,” he grunts. “look how your greedy pussy is swallowing m'fingers whole.”
your hips buck into his hand, only for you to slump back into remus when his thumb rubs your clit. “r-remmy,” you whimper.
your body burns like a forest fire, your insides twisting and contracting with every push of remus’ long fingers. he curls them and thrust them hard, making sure to hit the perfect spot. “t-too much. can’t,” that’s all you can get out, your mind too far gone to properly speak.
you wrap your smaller fingers around his wrist, trying to halt his movements but he just slaps your hand away with a snarl.
“y’can, bunny. look how well your little pussy takes m’fingers. just give me one more.”
you sob at his request, your lower stomach aching from overstimulation. remus shushes your cries with a kiss to your sweaty cheek, "y're doing so well, bunny. that's my good girl, so pretty like this." he trails his lips along your neck, biting down until you cry out. "i want you to cum all over m'hand, dove. let's see how messy y'can get, yeah?"
you try to tell him no, but your legs tremble and suddenly, the coil inside you explodes, leaving you breathless. somehow, you slump even more against your boyfriend's chest, your ears fuzzy and your eyes seeing nothing but white.
it's remus' tender touch on your cheek that brings you back to earth, your eyes fluttering open with exhaustion. you see his proud smirk, and he lowers your chin until your eyes focus on the damp spot on the floor. "beautiful," he whispers in your ear.
congrats for 2.2k! can i request a "the devil" for james being your first time and he’s a bit shocked to learn this cos you seem to know what you’re doing
not so innocent
warnings: oral sex, implied loss of virginity, the tiniest daddy kink
18+ ONLY || MINORS DON’T INTERACT
word count: 345
“oh fuck— jesus christ,” james grunts, his hands scrambling in the air for something to hold on to. he doesn't know if he should put them in the back of your head, he doesn't want to hurt you. but god, the way you're sucking his cock makes him want to choke you with it.
you come up for air, tracing the underside of his length with your tongue and cupping his balls. "thought you said it was your first time," he pants, his hips bucking up when you thumb his slit. "where— where did you learn all this?"
you smirk secretively with a shrug, still stroking him. he doesn't need to know that it's from all the books you've read, so instead you say, "just lemme make you feel good, daddy."
with that, you take him back into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks. he lets out the most beautiful whimper, his fingers clenching around the edge of the mattress. the moment it reaches your ears you smile around his girth as best as you can, your desperate hole clenching around nothing because he just sounds so good.
“fuck— shit. if you keep doing that m’gonna cum,” he whines. you double your efforts, trying your best to push the entirety of him down your throat. despite your efforts and theoretical knowledge, you gag around him, but it's the contractions of your throat that push james over the edge.
you close your eyes as his thick cum fills your throat, and you try to swallow to the best of your ability. some of it ends up spilling out along with some left over spit, but you're too entranced by the debauched sight of james to care.
slowly, you come up with a pop! that makes james’s eyes roll. he watches as you gulp down what remains of him in your mouth, your tongue collecting his spare drops from your lips. “look at you, baby, such a dirty girl,” he says as he cleans your spit and his cum around your mouth.
well, he just ends up slobbering it all over your skin, but you don’t seem to mind. you like it. you nuzzle his palm, seeking that comforting touch james always seems to have. “who would've known m'pretty girl is such a cockslut?” he muses.
congrats on 2.2k sweet tina!!!! fully 10000000% deserved! could you do 'the sun' w james where he and reader are just being domestic?
thank you soso muchh! this is a very old one i had in my drafts that i've always wanted to post but never found the right moment. i hope it's domestic enough for you :)
it's just me and my clementine
warnings: pregnancy (i just have a thing with james and pregnant!reader okay)
word count: 372
The heavy rain pelts against the stone steps that lead to your cottage, little puddles forming where the grass-covered ground dips slightly. The trees that surround the area are covered by a misty fog, and even though it’s raining, the hot summer temperature has not dropped.
You and James are sitting on the porch, on a little green couch that you managed to accommodate there. James is shirtless, his back resting against the wooden frame, while you lean against his chest with your legs on his lap as you peel a clementine. In spite of the long white dress you wear, some of the rain that bounces against the stone manages to splash the uncovered skin of your ankles.
James’s hand caresses your slightly round stomach as he talks about the movie he watched yesterday with the guys. “'M telling you, it reminded me so much of us during detention with Minnie!”
“Yeah?” you ask him, handing him a wedge. “I don’t recall any of us writing her a heartfelt letter, though.”
He chuckles. “We probably should’ve. Y’know we were her favourites, she probably would’ve framed it or summat.” He puts the wedge in his mouth and his eyes widen after the first bite. “It doesn’t have any seeds!”
You smile at him. “Nope, I bought them from this little market that Lily recommended. They are a bit more expensive though.”
“Don’t care, they’re really good, poppet. Go on, have one,” he says, grabbing a wedge and handing it to you.
You take it and start munching on it, it's sweet juice exploding in your mouth. Despite its barely there sour hint, it tastes like it's covered in ambrosia.
“They’re really good,” you garble around another wedge.
He lightly taps your stomach, “What about our little bug, do they like it?”
“Well, I don’t want to throw up so I guess they do,” you shrug, and James extends his other hand for another wedge. His fingers keep drawing circles on your stomach, now back to babbling about the movie.
Once you finish the clementine, you nuzzle closer to his body and close your eyes, the sound of the rain and James’s deep voice lulling you to a short nap.
Hello hi Tina congratulations!!! I absolutely love your writing, you made me a James Potter simp and for that, I'm grateful.
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐍— [meaning harmony, serenity, love, positivity, hapiness] SEND ME A CHARACTER + SCENARIO AND I’LL WRITE A SFW BLURB (no angst)
I was thinking back at the conversation we had a long time ago about Remus never baby talking to his children- and continuing to hold conversations with them like full grown adults lol
So maybe a scene about the reader witnessing all of this?
Hope you're doing well, have a great day!
18+ ONLY || MINORS DON’T INTERACT OR I’LL BLOCK YOU
a/n: i hope this fits remus’ no-baby talk you had in my mind. also, the covid news i used isn't real, this is all just for fun. please don't come for me :)
remus puts the newspaper down on the table and adjusts his grip on his little girl, keeping her snug against his side. he licks the pad of his index finger and flips it open, his eyes narrowing as he scans the first page.
"covid restrictions lowered amid rise in cases," he reads aloud and tsks. your baby garbles something unintelligible, her little eyes narrowing at the offensive news as if she could understand them.
remus doesn't bat an eye at the strange noises his daughter makes, simply takes them as an agreement to his disdain. "exactly, cub. just because the new variant is milder doesn't mean we shouldn't protect ourselves."
she swings her tiny fat arms in the air, forcing remus to dodge them, and lets out a noise similar to a growl. remus sighs and pats her back gently, trying to comfort her and calm her down.
you have to bite your lip to keep your laughter inside, hiding your face behind your book.
"don't fret, bug," he says. "mum and dad will do their best to keep y'safe like always."
she quietens down and looks at him with wide eyes, giving him a gummy smile. remus can't help but smile back, reaching for his cup of tea and taking a sip. "d'you want some?" he offers, tipping the mug slightly so she can see the murky liquid.
she shakes her head, grimacing as best as she can and trying to pull back from the cup. "right, right," remus nods. "y'prefer mummy's milk. that was very silly of daddy, i'm sorry, cub."
this time, you're not able to control the snort that comes out of you. you press your lips together, hesitantly lowering your book and finding two pairs of green eyes looking at you.
"something funny, dove?" remus asks you. your daughter is even scowling.
"n-no," you chortle. you clear your throat, forcing yourself to remain serious. "just something in my throat."
remus hums skeptically but allows you to get away with the white lie. he picks the newspaper back up and continues flipping through it, so you decide to go back to your book. you're about to finish the chapter when you hear remus say, "a bookstore sale? what do you think, cub?"
your daughter's happy squeal echoes in the living room.
can i request “the devil” w/ remus teasing reader abt how basically brain dead she gets when she’s on top but he’s still in control
i suck so much at writing remus, i hope this is kinda good baby. also thank youu!
warnings: daddy kink, dumbification (i think i took it a little too far lol), and sliight dd/lg at the end?
18+ ONLY || MINORS DON’T INTERACT
a/n: i hate this so much. i feel like my dialogue didn’t fit remus at all, i’m sorry :/
a deep chuckle rumbles through remus’ chest when your hips stutter. “y’okay, bunny?”
“mhm, just— just,” you try to explain the burning in your thighs, but you can’t form a cohesive sentence when remus is buried so deep inside you. instead, what comes out of you is a shaky exhale, “snug.”
you’re not wrong. your walls wrap themselves tightly around remus’ cock, keeping him warm and the tip pressed against your spongy spot.
“oh, dove,” he coos, rubbing your thighs with his rough palms. “you’re so full of my cock that it’s made you dumb.”
you shake your head sloppily. “not— not dumb,” you grumble out, attempting to restart your bouncing only to get halfway up before falling back down.
you moan, remus once again hitting your spot even in your weakest attempt yet.
remus laughs and grips your hips. “oh you are, bunny. you talked a big game, saying how you’d show me how you're a big girl, and don’t need daddy's help. now look at you. just one thrust and that’s enough to make you stupid.”
with a tight hold on your hips that will surely bruise, he bounces you himself, smirking when your mouth falls open and your tongue almost lolls out. “that’s okay. you don’t need ye'r silly little brain when you have me. pretty bunny’s don’t need to think, anyway.”
he grinds you against him, feeling the wetness on the inside of your thighs smear all over his pelvis. your clit rubs against his happy trail and your whole body shakes before you’re slumping forward and falling on his chest, limp and your veins thrumming with electricity.
"m'dumb bunny," he whispers in your ear, his breath hot against your skin. "just stay there and let daddy play, okay?"
not sure if this is nsfw or not but could i request a 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋 for james wanting to have sex on the beach but you keep running from him cos you don't want to get sand all over you and it just turns into you two running around like children lol
"stop it," you hiss when you feel his hand go down to your ass, his fingers trying to push the bottom of your bikini aside.
"babyy," he whines, pouting at you. "there's no one around! just wanna feel you."
"we're literally on a beach, i don't want sand in there. wait until we get home," you sigh with a roll of your eyes. it's like talking to a kid.
he nudges his nose against your neck, pressing a wet kiss right on your sweet spot. you have to fight back a moan, but you still sag against him, making him smirk.
"please, angel." this time he squishes your ass cheeks, grinding you against him so you can feel how hard he is. "y'just look so beautiful, look what y're doing to me."
you take a deep breath to gather your bearings and stay firm. "y'keep doing that 'n i'll run away," you threaten.
"right," james chuckles. as if, you hate running. confident in his assessment, he skims his fingers over your clothed pussy, only to have you pull away suddenly and take off.
he can hear your laughter as you run. he stays rooted in place, taken by surprise, before going after you. his feet kick up sand as he runs, quickly catching up to you thanks to his long legs. he tries to grab you by the waist, but you squeal and twist around, running off on the opposite direction.
"too slow!" you shout, giggling when he almost face plants onto the grainy floor from turning around so quickly.
"m'gonna get ya," he shouts back, holding your wrist and pulling you back to him.
he overstimates his own strength and you tople over, pulling him down with you and rolling down the small sand dune. james wraps his arms around your waist, laughing into your chest as you keep rolling.
you come to a pause in a secluded area, surrounded by a couple of bushes. you look up to james' eyes, bursting out in laughter when you see his curls covered in sand.
he admires your happy face, a grin pulling on his lips when he hears your snort. and he can't help it, he cups your face and leans down to kiss you, drinking in your sweet laugh. and you can't help yourself either, tangling your fingers in his hair and pulling slightly.
"let me love on you," he mumbles when you pull away, nuzzling your noses together.
