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STARS, j. potter

"petal?" james whispered as he climbed into bed to see your eyes closed. he laid next to you, moving the pieces of hair out your face. "baby, can you wake up for me?" he asked before shaking you slightly. your eyes fluttering open to see him, a smile spread across your face. "hi jamie." you whispered.

"hi, love can you follow me please." he said sitting back up and running to the nearest window. "jamie, m'tired." you muttered, "i know, but it's really pretty, petal." his eyes drifting from the window to you. he watched as you sat up, whipping your eyes. you looked at james fast, before throwing the blanket off your warm body. you stood up stretching and walking to james. eyes slightly open and a yawn escaping your mouth. "look love, aren't they pretty tonight." he said making you look at the sky.

the stars shined bright above the other houses and trees. you could almost make out the constellations. "wow, they really are, jamie. they are beautiful." james stopped looking at the stars and started eyeing you up and down. "you are beautiful." he muttered quickly, making your head snap towards him. "jamie, i'm in pajamas." you said sarcastically, knowing he didn't care for those clothes. you could be covered in mud and he still wouldn't care. "so, does pajamas ruin your beauty? no. no it doesn't." he said before picking you up bridal style and throwing you on the bed. he planted a kiss against your lips before you moved to grab the blanket again. "ok, let's go to bed, petal." he watched as you got all comfy again.

"i love you, jamie" you said before turning to your side. "i love you too, petal good night." he said placing a kiss on your cheek before wrapping his arm around you.

notes: james potter owns my heart <3

SOMETHING, j. potter

you knew james was a one of a kind man. the kind of man to set flowers in a vase in the middle of the table. the kind of man to kiss your nose before he left for work. the kind of man that would do anything for you.

you notice everything james has done. but he's been distant, short with everything you two talked about. every time you had asked him why he was being so distant, he'd make up an excuse.

"james, can you just tell me why you're being like this?" you shouted at him, as he sat on the sofa. "what are you talking about?" he said throwing his head back to look at you.

"you know what i'm talking about james. you've been distant." you said moving in front of him. his gaze following your every movement. "sweets, I'm not doing anything wrong! i wanted to watch my show!" he argued

"jamie seriously! god i'm so done with you! you're always lying to me! you're always gone and you won't talk to me anymore!" he could see the tears start forming in your eyes. "birdie." he said sitting up. "i'm sorry, i didn't mean to be distant with you."

"god, i don't think i can do this anymore, jamie." you muttered, making him jump up. hands grabbing your upper arms. "birdie, please listen to me. i- it's hard to explain, but i will. sit please." he said shifting you towards the sofa. "look, baby- i- god, hold on let me grab something really quick." he said running off in to your shared room, scavenging through things before walking back out. "i wanted it to be more romantic, but i was so scared you'd say no." he said pulling out the tiny tiffany box. "jamie-"

he repositioned himself on one of his knees and slowly opened the small box letting the sight of a ring become visible. "baby- will you do me the honors of becoming my wife. i'm sorry i was so distant. i was just so scared you'd say no but i was also trying to make this more romantic-" "jamie, are you- yes. jamie yes." his mouth closed and formed a smile. "yes?" he ask, before you snatched the box out of his hand, you slid the ring on your finger before cupping james' face and smashing your lips onto his. mouths opening allowing each other's tongues to explore each other's. the kiss became heated fast, james' hands fleeting to your thighs pulling you into him.

you slowly pull apart, saliva spilling from both tongues. "jamie-" "i'll make this amazing for both of us." he said sliding his hands under your bum before pulling you up. "james, you are something else!" you said as he slowly kissed your neck as he entered the bedroom.

the art of letting go; jp x sb x rl

pairing: james potter x sirius black x remus lupin

synopse:  James always wants to take care and love the others so much, that he sometimes forgets to do so with himself. thankfully, he has two amazing boyfriends to do so.

warnings: slight angst, panic attacks, self hate kinda, poly relationship, maybe peter redemption, hurt/comfort, i’m actually proud of this, too many italics

word count: 3.7k

a/n: long time no see :) literally love the idea of these three together. i’ve only read things where james is the one putting sirius and remus back together, so why not change that? also, if you don’t like, don’t read.

James always felt a necessity to care. To give. To love.

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I genuinely think this little mini series is my favorite AU ever I could die happy

Hiiii!! I saw that you were asking for camp counselor! James and I got an idea, what if reader and him weren’t yet together but they were both pinning on one another and he was just telling the kids how adorable the reader is and the kids thought that they would be so good together and were so happy when they finally got together!!!

Thanks for requesting sweetheart!

camp counselor!James x fem!reader ♡ 751 words

You spot James before he does you, holding court among a circle of campers enjoying their free time after lunch. The sun beats down on the unshaded bit of grass in front of his cabin, but James doesn’t seem to mind. He’s all loose and smiley, skin glowing in the afternoon light and hair that hasn’t been cut since May curling just above the rims of his glasses, meanwhile you can already feel the tickle of sweat forming on your skin. 

He looks up as you approach, grin widening the second before his face smooths into seriousness. “Careful, guys, we’ve got a wily one coming to join us,” he tells the kids. “Keep your cards close.” 

You roll your eyes, sitting down with your legs crossed beneath you between a couple of girls from your cabin. “What are you playing?” You ask them, and yet James answers anyway. 

“Blackjack.” You look up at him, and he smiles. Almost bashfully, like he’s unable to help himself. “Crazy eights,” he concedes, setting down his hand to deal you in. “Here, we’re just starting.” 

“James,” one of his boys whines, “we’re halfway through.”

“What harm does it do you, Cal?” he asks. “You’re set to win anyway.” 

“It’s okay,” you promise, “James is allowed to set me up for failure if he likes.” 

James pretends to be appalled, making the kids laugh, but he can’t keep it up for long before he’s smiling back at you. You like doing this with him, allying together. It feels like you’re in on some sort of secret, though you’re not sure what that might be. 

“It’s probably because he fancies her,” one of the other boys whispers to Cal in a not-so-low voice. 

You do your best to keep your eyes on your cards and your feelings off your face, but you feel a heat that has nothing to do with the sun creeping up the back of your neck. 

“Shush!” One of your campers, Mary, elbows the other boy sharply. “You’re so loud.” 

You don’t dare sneak a glance up at James, but when one of the girls goes, “Wait, what?” and the circle erupts in giggles, you can’t help it. He’s grinning at you, that us-against-the-world look again, like kids, right? You hope your answering smile looks half as relaxed. 

“You guys are worse gossips than my mum, you know that?” The kids’ laughter worsens as he feigns an exasperation that’s easy to see through, setting his hands on his hips. You pointedly do not notice how nicely the pose displays his biceps and forearms. “This is why I don’t tell you any real secrets.”

The boys from James’ cabin look genuinely upset. You feel a bit bad for them even as relief washes over you, tinged with a bit of disappointment.

“It wasn’t a secret?” the boy who’d spoken asks. 

James gives him a sideways look. “Hate to break it to you, mate, but look at her.” Blood rushes to your face as the kids gasp and ooh conspiratorially at each other almost too loud for you to hear him saying, “I’m only human.” 

You feel no better than the kids when the first response that rushes to your lips is shut up, but you choose to take your own advice, rolling your eyes like you think he’s joking despite the light and undeniable sincerity in James’ tone. Butterflies crowd your stomach.

“Y/n, are you gonna be his girlfriend?” one of the girls from your cabin asks, grinning ear to ear. 

“Um, it’s not quite so simple—” 

“Terrible!” James exclaims, looking around the circle with a scandalized expression. “You’re all terrible. I haven’t even asked her anything! You’re going to kill your counselor, and what then? You think the next one will let you play in her hammock?” 

“We’re not allowed to do that anymore,” another of your girls says sulkily. 

James looks to you, and you shrug, sheepish. “I got caught. They said it wasn’t safe.” 

“Whatever,” James blazes onward, “the point is, who will I have to talk to if you kill her? Be considerate, guys. Plan ahead.” 

“James,” you plead, very nearly on the brink of actual death, you’re sure. 

“And that,” he says promptly, stacking three fives and holding up his hands empty, “is how you win at crazy eights.” 

The kids erupt in shouts, pointing fingers and throwing down their cards, and James sends you a wink. 

You think you need to take a dunk in the lake. 

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Hi can you do a sub!James and he is sucking on our titis and we keep pulling them away and he starts whining and eventually starts crying thanks bye

Frustration || Poly!Marauders

Word Count: 2885

A/N: I love this request but I'm not sure the vibes of the piece did it justice I just hope that you all more or less enjoy it! I meant to get this out yesterday but I didn't have the time, I'm hoping to get back to a more normal writing schedule though

Warnings: mommy!kink I don't know why you're surprised honestly, titty sucking, teasing, crying, poly relationship

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James’ day had been a miserable ordeal. After dragging himself from classroom to classroom, barely summoning the energy to keep his head up he had landed in the place that had always provided him the most solace. That being of course the soft cushions of your tits.

The minute you’d entered your boyfriends’ dormitory you’d found it empty aside from James who was sitting on the edge of Sirius’ bed. It being closest to the door must’ve meant that he was simply too tired to drag himself the extra ten feet to his own bed, the thought made your chest tighten. Poor baby.

Worry furrowed your brow as you drank in his appearance, usually broad shoulders pulled straight seemed to curl in on themselves leaving him looking half the size he usually did. His eyelids were drooping under the weight of long, dark lashes, hiding pretty hazel eyes that usually lit up the minute you entered the room.

Today however, it seemed as though he didn’t even register your presence. That had been your first clue as to something was off with your boy.

“Jamie?” You murmured, it was then that he finally turned to see you, the smallest of smiles tugging upwards at his lips.

The sleepy look on his face was nothing absent of absolutely adorable, he’d already shed himself of his shoes, bag and school robes, each scattered about the relatively clean room. Looking at him you resisted the urge to launch yourself into his lap and curl up with your head resting against his chest.

A warmth swelled in your chest as you made your way towards James and the sleepy smile adorning his lips grew until it broke out into a full fledged smile and he was parting his legs so that you could slip between them. Your arms automatically slinging themselves across his shoulders, crossing one over the other behind his neck.

“Are you feeling okay, pretty boy?” Came your hushed voice as you ran your fingers raked through the mess or tangled curls atop his head, scratching against his scalp lightly as you watched him lean into your touch.

“M a little sleepy Mommy.”

At the use of the pet name your hand slid down from James’ scalp to his cheek where you cradled the side of his face, tipping his visage upwards. Your thumb rubbed lazy circles along his bottom lip before slipping it just past the seal of his red, plump lips.

With as much enthusiasm as he could muster in his fatigued state James accepted your digit into his mouth, suckling the finger as his hands ventured upwards to find yours, using both to anchor your palm ensuring you couldn’t pull away.

You knew James like the back of your hand and when he was like this there was but one thing that would provide him the comfort he so desired. You were more than ready to give it to him, the only issue being that that would require removing your finger from his mouth.

Slowly but surely you managed to slip your finger from his pretty pink lips, drawing a perturbed whine from the boy.

“Mommy,” He whimpered, pushing his bottom lip out in a pathetic little pout as his strong arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you flush against his front, “Why’d you pull away your finger?”

“Thought I would give you something better to suck on,” You offered with a playful tilt of your head.

You simpered as he visibly perked up, hoping so desperately that you were talking about what he thought you were.

“Y’tits Mommy?” He asked tentatively, almost as if the words themselves would make you change your mind.

You hummed your assent as you ran a palm down the smooth, hard planes of his back, savoring the solid feeling of him below beneath your touch, “You gonna take my top off baby or do you not want my titties?”

Frantic shakes of his head quickly followed your words and solid fingers flew to the hem of your shirt where the bottom most button resided. His hands stalled as big hazel eyes cast themselves upwards to meet your gaze, silently asking for permission before removing your top which you quickly granted, leaning down to press the most delicate kiss against the tip of his nose.

In a matter of seconds James had revealed the soft sloping planes of your stomach and began smearing sloppy, open mouthed kisses against the delicate skin there, trails of saliva gleaming in the light as goosebumps arose on your skin. His lips on you were like magic and you couldn’t help but arch your back, needing his touch.

As his fingers slipped the final button through its hole you eagerly shrugged the garment off your shoulders, paying it no mind as your hands flew behind you, finding the clasp of your bra and making quick work of it to present your bare tits to the slobbering boy in front of you.

His jaw dropped seemingly to the floor like he hadn’t seen your tits dozens, Merlin, hundreds of times and you watched his fingers itch at his sides.

“They’re all yours, darling.”

“Mine?”

“Yours,” You agreed, smiling as his large hands grasped your waist, encircling it as he pulled you over his lap and laid you down, flat on your back.

You let out a giddy giggle at the abrupt movement. This was one of the things you so loved about James, it was these displays of his insurmountable strength that excited you. Despite said strength, despite the fact he could throw you around like he just had he only did when you permitted him to, only when you willed it.

Big, strong boy on his knees for you, awaiting your instruction. Godric, he made for a pretty sight.

“Y’so strong Jamie,” You praised as a delicate hand gripped his bicep, loving the pretty pink blush that dusted across the apples of his cheeks.

“Thank you Mommy,” He said bashfully, “Can I suck on your titties now? Please?”

With just a single nod of your head he was ducking his, finding himself in what had always been his most favorite place.

Cradled between the soft mounds of your tits he felt the stress and exhaustion from the day radiate him, wave after wave emanating from his wilted form.

Slotting your pert nipple between the pillowy cushions of his lips his eyes fluttered closed as he began suckling lazily, whimpering as he wiggled his body so that almost every inch of him had some sort of contact with you. The feeling of his skin against yours was addictive and as much as it was for him, hoping to do anything that would work to soothe the poor boy, the feeling of his body against yours sent warmth shooting to every nook and cranny of your body, warming you from the inside out.

“You like sucking on my nipple don’t you pretty baby?”

Instead of pulling off your nipple to answer your question properly James hummed his assent around it, causing ripples of pleasure to shoot through you at the sensation.

“Ah ah ah Jamie, come on, you know how to properly answer me when I ask you a question,” You chaisted, gently easing his mouth off your tit so that he could answer you verbally. Despite his vehement resistance at being separated from your tit he reluctantly let go, not wanting to hurt you by insisting on latching on.

“Now come on, answer me like the good boy I know you are,” You encouraged with a soft kiss on the tip of his nose.

“Mommy, want your titty please, love it so much, please,” He helplessly opened and closed his mouth, like a helpless little guppy, desperate to latch back onto the comfort of your breast.

“Please,” He pleaded, displaying his best puppy eyes in hopes of convincing you.

As always they did the trick and you gently guided his awaiting mouth back to your tit, closing your eyes as he began suckling once more.

The two of you laid there in peace and calm, James feeling himself uncoiling after his tiring day and you simply melting under his touch, always so gentle. The way he touched you you’d think he was handling fine china, gentle caresses up and down your arms, a palm resting against your hip, having slipped under the hem of your skirt, all done with the utmost care.

You weren’t quite sure how long you’d laid there with him, the picture of peace and serenity, but you were almost certain he’d drifted off into a light sleep. Even in his sleep he registered the din coming from the staircase that would eventually lead to the dorm.

Letting out an annoyed whine he sucked harder at your tit, one hand moving to cup the swell of your breast.

“Sounds like we’re getting company Jamie.”

Just seconds after you spoke the solid oak door to the dorm swung open, revealing the smiling mischievous faces of Sirius and Remus, flushed from running.

Running from what?

Now, that was the question.

“Shhh,” You tried to quiet the boys as they sauntered into the room, hoping that they would take pity on the clearly tired boy hanging off your side and keep their voices down for the sake of their boyfriend.

Wishful thinking.

“Aww look Moons, the baby’s nursing,” Sirius taunted, eyes immediately locking on his form, shedding the leather jacket he favored to his school robes as he made his way to the side of the bed closest to James’ curled up figure.

“Don’t be mean Siri, you know it helps him relax,” You glared at him warningly as he sat down on the edge of the mattress, hand immediately going to card through James’ curls.

“Is that right?” Remus inquired, slipping in behind Sirius, lifting the thick curtain of raven hair off his neck to gently kiss the skin that resided there, “Does it relax our little Jamesie?”

James let out yet another disgruntled whine as he opened his eyes up to small slits, just enough to glare at his boyfriends, never relenting on his sucking.

There was nothing the two dogs enjoyed more than teasing James deeper into subspace, always remaining conscious of boundaries.

“I’m sorry for making fun of you Jamesie,” Rem apologized, leaning in so that his face was hovering mere inches over Jamesie’s, “Could I have a kissie please?”

After contemplating it James eased himself off your nipple, not without a small whimper of course, and stretched his neck, lips puckering to meet Remus’.

Remus’ hand slipped under James’ mandible, supporting his drooping head as his lips interlocked with his. Even from your position sitting back you could see as the werewolf’s tongue effortlessly broke the seal of the slightly smaller boy’s lips, delving into the warm enclave of his mouth.

The other boy’s lips seemed to provide James almost as much comfort as your tit but that didn’t mean that as they each pulled away breathlessly that James wasn’t settling his head right back down on your breast.

“Not so fast, I want a kissie too Jamesie, s’only fair.” Sirius insisted, hand finding James’ jaw and using his grip to pull his face back up, giving him no choice but to release your nipple.

James’ whines were quickly swallowed by Sirius as he embraced his boyfriend in a deep, passionate kiss, nipping at his bottom lip as he pulled their two bodies closer to each other. You’d always find it endearing that despite Sirius being significantly smaller than Jamie he was like putty in his hands and never failed to become malleable under his touch.

Once Sirius finally relinquished his grasp on James his head was once again falling to your tit, mouth already open before he even neared your boob.

“Not so quick there baby,” Sirius caught James’ face before it could drop once more, “Remmy got a kiss, I got a kiss, it’s (Y/N/N)’s turn is it not? It sounds only fair to me.”

“I think you’re right, Pads,” Remus chimed in, “Go on Jamie, give your Mommy a kiss.”

“But want her titties,” He whined, speaking for the first time since you were joined by the boys you affectionately referred to as your “dogs”.

“You wouldn’t want her to feel left out would you?” Sirius asked with mock worry as he tipped his head to the side, by now he’d perfected his fake pouting.

You were all too happy to accept James’ lips as they grazed yours, keeping the kiss gentle compared to the ones you witnessed between him and the other boys. Regardless it was still as though that kiss fed your soul with the feeling of James’ lips against your own.

You allowed his lips to glide down the side of your face, trailing down the soft skin of your neck, then your collar bone before finding your tit again and right as he moved to make it back into his mouth Remus’ low baritone cut through the room.

“I don’t remember you asking if you could suck (Y/N)’s tit James,” You watched with a smirk as James responded to Remus’ authoritative tone.

“But Mommy said-”

“I’m sorry I should rephrase,” Remus amended, “I don’t remember you asking me if you could suck on (Y/N)’s tit.”

James’ hazel optics flickered up to your face, looking at you to tell Remus that you’d granted him permission to your tit but you were both aware that Remus pulled rank over you. Remus pulled rank above everyone and if he said you needed permission you needed permission.

“If Remmy said you gotta ask bubba,” You pressed a kiss against his hairline, “Then you gotta ask.”

“But....”

When you all stayed silent, awaiting smirks atop each of your lips as you all watched James, waiting for him to fulfill Remus’ request.

Finally he relented, “Please, can I suck Mommy’s titty?” Though his words were obedient his tone was that of a temperamental toddler but regardless Remus granted him his request and it was only seconds before you felt the warm wetness of his mouth wrap around your nipple, saliva smearing across the rest of your tit as he struggled to find a good hold.

“Sounds like our pretty boy had a long day and could use some time to rest,” Your eyes fluttered from the dark curls atop James’ head to where Remus and Sirius sat with the latter practically in the bigger boy’s lap.

“As much as he might need it we’ve got Quidditch practice doll and it's time to get ready,” Sirius pushed himself up off the bed, starting to ease James away from you but the minute your nipple slipped from the confines of James’ mouth he was sniffling, sobs instead of whines falling from his lips as salty tears weighed down on his lower lashes.

“Don’t wanna go,” James cried, curling up closer into your side as he refused to move, “Want your titty Mommy please, s too much.”

“Shhh s’okay pretty baby,” You soothed as combed his hair out of his face, throwing a glare at Sirius to which he raised his hands in the air.

“Siri’s sorry, he didn’t mean to upset you. Yeah there we go,” You urged, helping him ease back onto your tit, “Stay right here baby. Si, maybe you can lead practice today?” You asked, raising an expectant brow.

After a gentle kick at his calf from Remus, Sirius relented, moping about as he got ready for practice, mumbling something about “promotion” and “assistant captain”.

It wasn’t until Sirius left the room, and Remus, sensing James needed time alone with you, drifted off down the staircase, most likely to the library to work on his studies, that James melted back into you like he had before you’d been interrupted.

In the quiet of the room you realized that you could still hear the faint sniffles coming from the boy on top of you, craning your head you saw that salty tears had pooled on the apples of his cheeks, nose red from crying.

“Are you okay pretty boy? You get overwhelmed?”

James nodded his head, adjusting his hold on your tit.

Your heart broke at the pathetic little noises that escaped from James’ mouth, wanting nothing more than to kiss his tears away and make him feel safe. Though you and your other boys had fun teasing James when it came to his infatuation with you, as though Sirius and Remus didn’t share in said infatuation, it wasn’t the verbal teasing that had tipped James over the edge, it was the being separated from the one thing he’d looked forward to all day.

“I’m sorry Jamesie, we didn’t mean to overwhelm you, thought we were having fun,” You frowned as you observed his face, “Wasn’t too much fun though was it?”

“Just want your titties Mommy,” He explained, voice muffled around the soft tissue of your boob, “That’s all.”

“Alright then Jamie,” You granted, running your fingers through his dark waves as you closed your eyes and let your head tilt back, hoping sleep would take the invitation and wash over you sooner rather than later, “Just go ahead and suck.”

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