#sub james potter

[moonyswarmsweaters]

Regulus: I’ll kill you

James: You want to fuck me sooo bad

Regulus:*pulls out a knife*

James:

[rablovergirl]

sub james is so good, he's such a good boy. The praise always goes to his head, makes him dizzy. His mind gets so fuzzy when Regulus is telling him what to do, when Regulus lets him inside of him. He shivers, clutching onto Regulus, whimpering about how much he loves him.

Regulus is so lovely to him, he knows what James needs, knows when to let him come, knows when he needs extra instruction. Regulus adores how devoted James is.

[midnightloversmusic]

Hiii! Okay so hear me out on this request. Sub James AND sub reader

So it's like, both are subs, maybe James can be a little bit more dominant, but their still both big subs.

Hii, so I wrote this like 3 different times and I just can't get it right. I know this is bad, but I still wanted to post something, so let's just pretend it's rlly rlly good for my sanity lol. Thank you for requesting <3333

James Potter x Fem!Reader     588 Words

cw: smut

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“James,” you sigh into his mouth from your position currently seated on top of him.

You are both absolutely desperate. You had been consuming each other for what felt like hours. You were insatiable. Both of you were. Ever since James wrapped up the small get together he threw for the marauders he'd been all over you. 

Though, your neediness started way before.

Even at the party both of you were eye-fucking eachother the whole night.

You think that might be partially to blame for everyone leaving suspiciously early. And for Sirius throwing James a wink on the way out. 

Whatever the reason, you currently didn't have the mind to care. You weren't riding James, you were more laying on top of him and frantically moving your hips while he did his best to thrust up into you from below. Both of you moving in ways to quickly quell your undying need to make the other feel good.

You can feel him panting at your neck and the sounds he's making are sinful. The whimpers and moans he lets out are unshameful, and just knowing how good you're making him feel, spurs on your own noises.

Both of you are a mess. Completely covered in sweat and slick, but it doesn't deter you, in fact it pushes you to go harder. James whimpers again. “Need to taste you” he says quickly before flipping the two of you around and pulling out.

Your whine of displeasure is quickly cut off when his mouth kisses his way down to your core.

He devours you. It's messy. It’s fast. It's almost like he wants to eat you whole. Like he can’t get enough. 

He only comes back up for air once you're shakinging, mind fuzzy, and three orgasms deep.

He pops up above you smiling like an idiot. Albeit a very sexy idiot.

He leans down to kiss you and you can taste yourself on his tongue. He is obviously needy after spending so long between your thighs, proven when you feel him grind onto you. His hips searching for any friction they can get.

You spare him the work, concluding that he has exerted himself enough, and used your hand to gently push his chest back. He whimpers at the loss of contact, but follows your lead anyways.

Once you get him on his back you take his cock into your hand. It's red and flushed and you can just tell how badly he wants {needs) to cum.

You slowly drag your hand up and down his length, he whimpers every time your thumb rubs across his tip. His hips twitch up at every downstroke and his moans grow louder as you speed up your pace.

You continue stroking him as you lean up to kiss him. It's sloppy and messy but you both love it. While you kiss him, you feel his hips stutter and his cock pulse in your hand. He moans against your lips before breaking off and letting out a string of cusses, “oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, fuck, y/n-I can’t– im going to cum shit–”

You both let out a moan when he finishes. His more strangled, and yours more satisfied. You collapse on top of him, feeling very content as he wraps his arms around you. Neither one of you is feeling very willing to get up yet so you just enjoy the embrace while you catch your breath.

“Was that good, Jamie?” you murmur into his skin,

“So good m’love. Always”

[mmm-shanrio]

relax (july 19) again! @jeggyverses-jegulus-microfic

jegulus | 327 words | explicit NSFW; transmasc Reg

James has been worked up for the better part of an hour, hard since he walked into the bedroom and saw the towel laid out on the bed. And harder, of course, since he settled between Regulus’s thighs and sucked three orgasms out of him.

Now it’s his turn—or it’s meant to be. Regulus is slick and burning hot in his lap, his palm firm over James’s cock to keep it pressed right where he wants it. But he doesn’t seem to be in any hurry to help James over the edge. In fact, he’s rather lazy about the whole thing. Hips rocking slow, savoring the wet slide of them.

One good roll hits just right, and James bucks up helplessly, rutting against the swollen mess he made of Regulus’s clit.

“James.”

James chokes out what he thinks is ohmygodplease but sounds more like mindless babbling.

Regulus stops moving. “James,” he says again, his voice sharp. “You need to relax.”

Panting, James drops his head back on the pillow and screws his eyes shut. He licks his dry lips and still tastes Regulus on them.

“Baby. Please. You cannot possibly expect me to relax.”

There’s a hum from above him. If his head were clearer, he would hear the threat in it.

A soft tsk. “I understand. It’s alright, Jamie,” Regulus coaxes. “You can’t help yourself, can you?”

James’s stomach flips, tightens. He has to hold himself back from coming. Regulus teases so horribly when his words do what touch should. And he hasn’t given permission.

“I’ll take care of you.”

Fuck yes.

To his abject disappointment, the weight—and most importantly, Regulus’s heat—leave him.

“No,” James whines on a breath, head snapping up. “Where are you going?”

Regulus doesn’t answer right away. He crawls to the edge of the bed towards the bedside table.

Then he looks back, something wicked in his smile. “I’m going to help you stay still,” he says sweetly, and raises his wand.

[rukbatt13]

THIS IS JAMES POTTER!!! (I shouted as they dragged me towards the bonfire)

[infictionalwonderland]

hot physiotherapist | j.potter

SUMMARY, james has a rugby accident and has to take physiotherapy - he’s pretty down about, but all that depressions forgotten as soon as he sees you, his physiotherapist. why had he not done this sooner?

James Potter was miserable.

A very odd occurrence, although it did happen (evidently). He was pouting the whole way as Remus drove them to the physiotherapists, Sirius was giggling to himself in the backseat the whole time—Remus, ever the angel he was, tried to cheer James up by giving him complete control over the music in the car and even greeting him with his coffee order and a chocolate croissant.

James was still miserable.

“Have fun, darling boy!” Sirius chirped out the window as James got out of the car, “try not to break any bones on your way in. God forbid you need physiotherapy.”

He burst out into borderline manic cackles and fell down completely into the row of backseats, never one to wear his seatbelt as he hated being constricted—James glared with upmost venom and hatred at the backseat windows, Tarzan looking cunt.

“I hope everything goes well.” Remus’ voiced gently, shooting his boyfriend a blank stare even as he tried to stop his own amusement. “D’ya want me to fetch you any food or anything for you when you come out?”

“No. Thanks.”

Remus winced.

James was still miserable.

He trotted his way indoors, cursing inside his head at the shooting pains all up his back and his hips, with the largest pout there ever was he made his way over to the reception and told them who he was—why he was here, before behind asked to take a seat in one of the rooms where he would be joined shortly by the physiotherapist.

He sat, frowning at the large room with equipment and soft turquoise coloured walls for a short about of time and then the door opened.

And then his world stopped.

In you stepped. . your hair was tugged into a low ponytail, front strands out of the pony to frame your face. He had died, he was certain. Your skin looked so soft, the beaming white lights giving you the most heavenly glow, he was sure you were an actual angel. Your eyes gleamed beautifully, and he was lost in the exact shade of them—trying to pinpoint every little detail and speck of colour. Your lips were pulled into such a fucking lovely smile, he could’ve melted (he did melt). Even from where you stood in the door, he was greeted in the pleasant aroma of your perfume and he felt like he was floating.

Your mouth was open—oh my god he was missing an opportunity to hear your voice—wait, what had you been saying. Balls.

“Um—h—muhuh?”

Double balls.

Your beautiful smile didn’t even waver in the slightest, though, amusement weaved it’s way into your eyes and created a mesmerising pattern into your irises that he forever engraved into his memory.

“It’s lovely to meet you, Mr Potter! My names Y/N and I’ll be your physiotherapist for the foreseeable future.” You grinned, walking closer to him, “Hopefully.”

Wha—was that flirting? No! You had said it in a normal tone, like Hi I hope I stay your physiotherapist because it is literally my job, James and I enjoy it. But—yeah, no. It was like that. You were so close to him now—so so much more beautiful up close, he didn’t think that was even humanly attainable.

“Yeah—i—I hope so too, ma’am.”

MA’AM?!

Somebody sedate me, he thought.

You didn’t seem thrown off or even slightly offended, or disgusted by him. Which was, good, really, really good.

Instead, you let out this little bubbly burst of laughter and fucking hell, James knew from that point he was gone and could never return. His eyes were probably comically wide and maybe in literal heart shapes but he could truly care less. He look at you in awe—your nose scrunched when you laughed, your eyes squinted and to James you just became even more perfect.

“Please, call me Y/N—Ma’am sounds overly American anyway—“

“Would you prefer Miss?”

I’m never leaving the house again.

You blinked.

He almost stumbled to his knees in apology though that would obviously only give you the impression he was more of a creep than you already thought he was—but—hold on. He watched, mouth falling open just slightly, as your cheeks flushed a very very pretty pink and your mouth formed into the cutest smile he’d ever seen in his entire life.

He was definitely leaving the house again, and it was going to be to come here everyday.

“Just Y/N is fine, thank you for being so considerate though.” You laughed teasingly.

“Can I be upgraded to just James?”

“Oh? You don’t want to he called miss? Or Ma’am?” You grinned at him, white teeth glistening from under your full lips, cheeks turning a faint rosy shade under the strength of your grin and a strand of hair swooping in front of your eye. He was in love. “Or, Sir maybe?”

Jesus Christ of Nazareth.

James is one hundred percent that he would’ve fallen over fast first had he been standing and he’s never been more thankful he’s not. He can feel his cheeks turn red—his face heating up to an embarrassingly tomato red state at an embarrassingly quick rate.

“Nah—Ju—Just James, please.” He huffed out, moving the material of his shirt dramatically off his chest and fanning himself. “Is—um, is it hot in here or is just you? Me! Is it just me?!”

You smile at him, adorably crinkle eyed and slightly pink cheeked, looking every bit the goddess and the angel James already knew with certainty that you were.

James Potter was, as it turns out, no longer miserable.

In fact, he can’t wait for his next appointment.

[tiredofthehumanlife]

Not to be a bitch or anything but I feel like the marauders fandom is losing their flavor and sense of whimsy

Like maybe it's bc it was a new sparkling thing for me to enjoy but I feel like before I had stumbled into a room with everyone sitting in a circle with their monster high dolls out and like sharing clothes and they were like "hey have you seen these two guys in the Harry Potter movies? Yeah well they kiss now wanna play with us?" And then I went and sat down with them and it was all gravy and there were so many new characters to relate to and put in different scenarios and it was so fun bc like everyone was just like little bottom dwelling queers with raccoons as their role models like "actually so I think Sirius is genderfluid what do we think?" And the crowd went wild

and now its like all white characters with no flavor and people are like "guys James Potter is a swiftie" and "Taylor Swift wrote all the young dudes" and "Sirius black is manly and I hate the way you twinked him it's so unrealistic" and "Jily is the only acceptable ship bc jegulus nor regulily wouldn't have happened" and it's just like when the annoying kid in your class goes "no I'm tired of you guys they're my friend now" and then sits next to you and pretends to be asking you genuine questions all while glancing over at their friends and its like we spent all this time playing with our monster high dolls and diy-ing their outfits and made our doll houses out of shoeboxes and these guys come in here and start stomping on all our toys and bringing in their two story barbie house

Basically it used to feel like playing with monster high dolls with all my cool monster high doll friends and now I feel like everyone is playing with Barbies and I miss our MOTHER FREAKING CARDBOARD DOLL HOUSE

Anyways going to get back to writing rosekiller smut

[yvieliny]

Shit my friends have said as Maruader Promps:

Modern Marauders looking for a place to do their social service

Sirius: We could just apply for Femeri like the girls

Remus: They won’t accept us because you know…we have cocks

Peter: Cocks?

James: Yeah you know…cocks

Peter: The male chicken?

Sirius and James dying of laughter

Remus: What?! No Pete you know cock. C-O-C-K . Cock

Peter starts searching it on google, and the definition of cock as a rooster appears

Peter: YOU SEE IT IS A CHICKEN

James dying of laughter: Click images

Peter clicks images

Peter: HOLY MOTHER OF JESUS OUR LORD AND SAVIOR THEY ARE HUGE ALMOST AS HUGE AS JAMES

James turns bright pink as other students heard since they were in the library