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this is fucking filthy and disgusting (OH MY GOD 👹👹 PLEASE. PLEASE. PLEASE.)
James Potter x fem!reader
Summary: Your brother's best friend teaches you pleasures you've never experienced before.
Genre: SMUT (nsfm)
Warnings: dark themes (kinda?), james is kinda morally grey in this, james is nineteen, reader is eighteen, reader is sirius's little sister (no physical descriptions!!), innocent!reader - she has never had an orgasm, sub!reader, virgin!reader, mean dom!james, swearing, corruption, penetrative sex, fingering, nipple play, oral sex (m receiving), degradation, praise, spanking, slapping (sexual), choking, exhibitionism, almost getting caught, crying from sexual overstimulation, reader is hesitant in the beginning but not unwilling, bleeding from loss of virginity.
~ this is absolutely filthy. enjoy. 😩🫶 ~
"Siri?" you ask as you adjust the hem of your dress.
Your brother's attention leaves his friends and he looks at you, his eyes narrowing, "What are you wearing?" he asks and crosses his arms, surprise obvious in his tone.
You smooth a hand over the silk, "A dress. I-I have a date," you explain.
"A date?" James Potter, Sirius's best friend, interrupts as he turns around. You see a glimmer in his hazel eyes as your eyes find his and take him in; how his hair is damp from a shower, the way his shirt hugs his shoulders, and the round, black-framed, glasses on his nose.
James sends you a smirk, "I didn't know you went on dates, Y/n/n," he teases.
Embarrassment flushes your cheeks and Sirius slaps his hand backwards to hit James's chest and push him away a little, "Shut up," He hisses. Then, he looks you dead in the eyes, "Who is it?"
"Huh?"
"Your date? Who. Is. It?"
"William. You know, my friend? You've met him," you explain, a little surprised at Sirius's worry. William is kind, he's funny and he's safe.
You know loving him wouldn't hurt you like other boys would.
Unconsciously, you glance at James and when he sees you looking at him he asks, "The super skinny one?" He is obviously suppressing a smile, and Sirius's shoulders visibly relax.
"Oh," your brother sounds reassured, "He's fucking harmless."
"Harmless?" you ask but Sirius must have lost interest in your conversation because he just shoos you with his hand and starts a conversation with another one of his friends.
You want to scream.
"Hey," James senses your annoyance, "What's up?"
You tilt your head up at him, a little embarrassed to ask him. James has always made you a little nervous but these last months have been simply torturous and you don't understand why, "I don't have any cute jackets to match with my dress and I wanted to ask Sirius if he has one I could borrow."
James chuckles, "You can borrow one of mine," he hovers a hand over the small of your back and turns you to the stairs that lead to the dorms. You nod and allow him to guide you up the stairs. You sit on the end of James's bed, watching, as he rummages inside his trunk.
James pulls out a burgundy bomber jacket, and holds it up to you for approval. "You know, usually you'd ask your date for his jacket," he mentions with a smile. You stand and with a small smile, take the jacket from his hands.
"Oh?"
"At least that's what happens when I go on dates," he winks and your heart sinks at the mention of him dating someone. You nervously play with the sleeve of James's jacket and avoid his gaze.
"I mean, I wouldn't know—"
James pauses and frowns, "What was that?"
"I said, I wouldn't know," you say less quietly, "I mean, I've never been on a date."
You look up and James looks you up and down and then slowly makes his way to your eyes again. "But you have done other things, haven't you?" Your heart pounds and he clarifies boldly, "You have been kissed? You must have—I mean a girl like you. You can tell me, I'm not Sirius."
You turn your head, embarrassment pricking at your skin, until you feel his hand tilt your chin up at him again. When you look at him, his eyes, even while accompanied by the tenderness of his tone, look dark.
"Do you even know how to kiss someone, Y/n? Where your hands go? How much pressure to use? Where to touch?"
You shake your head slowly but you can't tear your eyes away.
"Oh, you sweet thing, you don't know a thing do you?"
Your cheeks burn and your skin tingles but James soothes you with a soft sound and a warm palm resting on your cheek. "Shush, that's just fine, love. Do'you want me to show you? So you don't embarrass yourself tonight?" James asks kindly, but a shiver runs up your arm.
You're frozen. James pushes some hair behind your ear and his face is so close to yours now. "I-" you whisper, "I don't know."
James smiles a little and his hands move down your arms to capture your wrists. He brings them up to his cheeks, "Here," his voice is smooth as honey as he allows you to touch him. "Good girl," he mutters when he slides your palm over his mouth and kisses it.
"James," you practically whimper, confused but not disliking what's happening.
"Shhh," he interrupts you by leaning in and kissing your cheek and the skin around your ear.
You let out a breathy sound when James's hand wraps around your nape and he holds you just over his lips. Your hands fall from his face to rest at your sides as James looks into your eyes and after a moment, he turns his head and looks to the door, mutters a spell underneath his breath and you hear the latch lock.
Then, almost instantly, his lips crash onto yours.
You're too surprised to push him away, not that you would, but you don't kiss him back until James reprimands you sweetly. "You have to work with me here, darling."
You nod, moving your lips against his, cautiously—unsure—and his hand returns to your nape as he holds you against him. His nose bumps into yours a few times and you feel clumsy as you mutter apologies in between your kisses.
James pulls away and stares at you, his pupils dilated and he smirks. "Open your mouth for me," he demands a little harshly as he tips your head back, "Come on. Wider."
You do as you're told and squeeze your eyes shut when he practically shoves his tongue in your mouth and kisses you again.
There isn't any tenderness in this kiss and you shift your hand to clutch at his shirt. You kind of want him to stop, but a bigger part of you wants him to continue.
To have him claim you as his.
You whimper as the back of your knees hit his bed and James almost falls into you. He disconnects your lips, admiring how swollen yours look, and spins your bodies around.
James sits on the end of his bed and tugs your hips forwards, having your thighs straddle him. "This is how you kiss someone probably, Y/n." One of his hands runs into your hair as the other hooks around your back as he holds you against him.
He kisses you quickly, "Just like this," he murmurs and then slides a hand down to your neck and trails his index in between your breasts.
"Go ahead, kiss me. Show me what you learned, my love."
You hold onto his shoulders, breath uneven as he looks at you expectantly. You shake your head.
James fakes a pout and says, "What's wrong, are you embarrassed?" He starts to move your hips and your dress rides up. James slowly spreads his legs and with a soft moan, you land on one of his thighs only. He continues to move your hips in small circles as your panties rub against his jeans.
You shut your eyes as your insides twist, "James, I- I feel weird," you mutter and instinctively bury your head in his shoulder.
James is still your older brother's best friend. He's someone you trust and as your stomach tightens again you can't help but turn to him for some reassurance.
He cups the back of your head but starts to bounce his knee. "What feels weird?" he coos and presses his cheek in your hair, inhaling your scent. "You can tell me, darling," he reassures.
You squeeze your legs around his thigh and let out another whimper. "It feels weird. D-down there," you feel a little helpless as you cry quietly.
"Since you kissed me?"
James suddenly pauses his movements and he holds you closer. He caresses a hand in your hair. "You're okay. Is this the first time your pussy feels like this?" he mumbles the question hoarsely in your ear and you cry a little harder.
No one has ever asked you a question like that, or mentioned something so private in such an obscene manner.
You don't know what to think or say.
"N-no?" you hiccup.
James kisses your temple. "Can you be more specific for me, darling? I wanna know how I can help you," he teases you.
"I- mean - It happens sometimes. When I'm alone or sometimes w-when you're around," you admit in a whisper, "But it's so much worse now."
James just chuckles darkly and asks, "What do you usually do when this happens? Do you touch yourself?"
You squeal when he bounces you on his thigh again. "N-no! I just let it pass. It usually passes," you sound desperate and when you hear his little sound of disappointment, you bite your lip to prevent yourself from bursting into more tears.
James groans.
Fuck, he shouldn't like this as much as he does but you're just so cute.
You feel James's hand wander up your sides until he reaches your dress straps and without hesitation, he snaps them. The top of your dress starts to slip and instinctively you sit up and cover your chest.
Your eyes shimmer with tears, "James?"
James pulls your hands away. "Shh, I want to see something," he explains, his eyes never leaving your chest as he tugs your dress down so it bunches at your waist. Then, his fingers move around the skin on your back as he unclips your creamy-white bra and it falls to the ground.
You gasp when James cups your breasts in his hands and slowly teases his thumbs over your nipples. Your entire body shivers as the sensation moves to your core. You cry out and try to move away from him.
"This is so much worse than I imagined," James shakes his head and pinches your nipples until you moan in pain, "Poor thing, just relax and let me help you," he says, his voice sickeningly gentle as he moves you from his thigh to kneel in between his legs.
You squirm as James quickly unbuckles his jeans and you look at him. "W-what are you doing?"
"Helping you," he fists a hand in your hair and moves you to him until his cock hits your cheek. James groans and instinctively, you open your mouth to take him. "Suck on that, my darling, you'll feel much better."
You do as he says, tears sliding down your cheeks every time he pushes in further and his cock hits deeper in your throat. You cough and struggle but James doesn’t relent. Instead, he fucks your throat with no mercy and as he coos praises in the midst of raspy moans,
"Shit, you're doing so fucking good for me," he looks down at you through lidded eyelids and smirks, "You're making such a fucking mess," James points out the mixture of drool and pre-cum on the side of your mouth, almost dripping down your cheeks, and you flush with embarrassment.
You want to defend yourself. Tell him it isn't your fault and that you're trying so hard to take him. You want to warn him that the pain in your middle hasn't disappeared and that it't much worse now. But you can't speak with his dick in your mouth.
You start to tap on his thigh lightly, pleading with him through your teary eyes and James understands, "Rub your thighs together. Yeah, there you go," he chuckles, rubbing your head soothingly, and when you do and taunts you, "Such a filthy thing, getting your thighs all sticky because I said so. What would Sirius say if he saw you like this, huh?"
You whimper and close your eyes. You don't want to think about that now. However, James's hand suddenly grips your chin and he pulls his cock out of your mouth. "Don't do that. Don't look away from me." He turns your head harshly and admires the dried tears on your face, "Fuck, Sirius would have my head for this," he whispers.
"Stand up." James orders and you scramble to listen. Your legs feel shaky as you stand in front of him, his head level with your lower stomach.
James hooks his fingers in the remaining of your dress and tugs it over your hips until it falls at your feet. He wraps his arms around you and pulls you in, kissing your stomach. Sucking marks on your skin.
He starts to play with the little bow in front of your panties and says mockingly, "How fucking adorable."
You stammer, "James, I don't know if w-we should."
"Shh," he says as his hand moves to cup your pussy, "You're okay. Just relax. You don't need to worry, sweetheart, let me take care of you."
You cover your mouth to suppress a moan as your eyelids flutter. This feels surreal, having him like this. You've wanted him for longer than you can remember, but it was only ever a fucked up fantasy.
It definitely isn't a fantasy anymore.
James slides your panties down, leaving you completely bare in front of him. You feel insecure as his eyes roam around every curve and crease on your skin.
You have to bring your second hand to cover your mouth as well when James pushes his middle finger into your pussy. It hurts but when you squirm, he uses his other hand to steady your hips.
"Shit, you really are a virgin," he starts to move them in and out and you let him, the pain starting to feel like pleasure.
After a few moments of James teasing you with his finger, you feel a weird sensation in your lower stomach. However, before it can come to a finish, your legs tremble and you almost fall over, "Woah," James sounds surprised as he catches you.
He pulls out his finger, feeling your hands squeeze around his shoulders, and looks up. He stands up and gently turns you around with him so he can lay you on his bed. He kneels in between your legs and spreads your thighs.
You look down with him and when you see the inside of your thighs absolutely soaked from your juices, you make a small whimper.
In your mind you look obscene, dirty even, but James doesn't seem to mind, "You're so pretty."
He uses his hands to pull apart your folds and he presses a sloppy kiss to your clit. You moan and squirm.
When you hear him pull down his trousers and take himself out of his boxers again, you whimper. "Wait, please," you whisper and James stands over you, hooking his hands around your thighs and scooting you closer to his hips.
"Hush now," he lines himself up with your entrance, "I'm helping you so that when William fucks you, you're prepared for him." He chuckles but his thumb draws reassuring circles around your hips.
You gasp and feel tears slide down your cheeks, tasting the salt in your mouth, "I-I don't want William to fuck me," you say.
James pushes himself in and at the same time you squeal, he moans, "You're so fuckable though, baby. Shit, you're taking me so well I can barely control myself around you."
He squeezes his hand around your thighs, bruising your skin as he pushes into you. Your hands fist the sheet as James starts to pound into you with no mercy.
"This okay?" he whispers, breaking the dominance for a crucial moment as he looks down at you with what can only be described as pure adoration in his eyes.
"Y-yes," you whimper, as overwhelmed as you are you feel so good.
"Where is my cock, hmm? Where is it?" He suddenly asks harshly as he brings a hand to your chin when you squirm, "Don't you move away from me."
James lightly slaps your cheek, "Answer the question," he snaps. You choke on your cries, barely recognizing the man looming above you.
"Inside me?" You mutter.
"Where?"
"My p-pussy," you bite down on your lip as James thrusts harder and leans in to bury his face into your neck. You gasp as the pleasure intensifies.
"Good girl, fuck," he mutters and nuzzles his nose into your hair, "William might get your first date, but I'll always be the first one to have kissed your lips," James kisses you hungrily, "The first to touch you, to fuck you. And Merlin, you just love to be fucked, don't you? I can feel you clenching around me. You really are a filthy slut."
Suddenly, you hear the door handle rattle and your eyes widen. James pauses a moment but when he hears your brother's voice from behind the door, he forcefully crushes his hand over your mouth and sends you a dark look.
"Prongs? Open the door, I know you're in here!"
James looks down at you and smirks, "I'm fucking busy," he calls out to his friend, his voice strained as he slowly continues his thrusts.
"Don't tell me you're wanking one out now?"
You blush when James laughs. Sirius tries the door again, "Is Y/n in there? I can't find her anywhere."
You squeeze your eyes shut. You're so scared your brother will find you like this. Naked on his best friend's bed.
Merlin, what would he think of you?
"You just missed her. I think she left for her date," James answers with a smirk, still fucking you and hiding your moans and gasps behind his hand.
"Oh, alright," Sirius sighs and then, he slams his palm in the door as an indicator that he’s leaving, and you jump.
James looks down at his cock disappearing into you and waits a moment before groaning, "Come on, look at me inside you," he fists your hair and forces your chin down to look at your pussy.
Your vision blurs as you see your juices mixed with a little bit of blood smeared on your inner thighs and under your ass. Your hands clutch at James shirt, legs trembling as you make small gasping sounds to his thrusts.
"Hush, you're okay baby. It's normal," James coos, pressing a kiss to your forehead, "It doesn't hurt anymore, yeah?"
You nod.
"Aren't you happy it's me and not William taking your virginity? Making you feel like this?" James says William's name with bitterness and punctuates his words with a harsh thrusts.
He smirks, kneading your breasts and rubbing your nipples. "You look like such a brainless whore."
You moan uncontrollably when James pinches your sides as his hands travel to your pussy and he meanly slaps your clit.
"I've ruined you, baby. Made you so cock hungry for me, huh?" He rubs your clit harder and you start to sob and violently shake your head,
"James!" you plead, "It feels weird. I- something is h-happening."
James just smirks and wipes some drool from the side of your mouth with his thumb. "Aww, sweetheart, are y'gonna come for me?"
"I-w-what?" you mumble, embarrassed.
"You don't even know what that is, do you?" James groans, feeling you clench around him, "Shh, don't you worry. Just let it happen, okay? It’ll feel good. I promise.”
You moan when the pressure finally builds and your legs shake. James continues to fucks you through it until he feels you slip into full bliss and he finally comes inside you, leaving you a shaky blubbering mess from your second orgasm.
He leaves the bed and starts to dress.
You squeeze your thighs and move them around, feeling the stickiness from his cum, yours, and your blood. You shut your eyes and curl into yourself.
James turns to you and immediately shrugs off his shirt. He walks over and sits by your side, "Shhh, here," he pulls the shirt up and over your head, making sure to cover you up, and he kisses your cheek.
His hand runs circles around your thighs and when he spreads them again, his eyes soften when he sees your pussy. "Oh, my darling. What a filthy mess, hmm?"
James walks to his drawer and takes out some tissues, which he uses to gently clean you. You flush with embarrassment as he touches your pussy again.
"William won't wanna fuck you if you're full of my cum," he says calmly
You stare at him with teary eyes. "I don't want William to fuck me. Please, James, don't let him," you feel so sore you can't even fathom someone else touching you.
James's mouth opens but he only lets out a shaky breath. His hand comes to hold your cheeks and you subconsciously lean into his touch as he calms you down. "Okay, love. He won't touch a hair on your pretty head, ok? I promise."
You nod, eyes glossy and you lean into him—seeking his comfort after what happened. James hesitates a moment, his mind filled with guilt and fuzz and then he pulls you in closer to him.
"I- I'm sorry if I was rough on you, my lovely," he whispers into your hair, inhaling your scent and then kissing your hairline.
You hum, your eyes droopy from exhaustion and overstimulation. "It's okay, Jamie," you whisper, "I really liked it. You made me feel good," you say honestly and James smiles.
"Good," he kisses your nose, "You can nap now, love," he say calmly and pulls you into his lap, "I'll watch over you, I promise."
James knows you'll miss your date with William, but he doesn't care. You don't seem concerned either as your breathing calms and your eyelids flutter shut.
Yes, perhaps it is for the best you'll miss your date, James thinks, you're his now and he'll make damn sure he keeps you.
His darling girl.
#james potter#james potter x reader#james potter x fem!reader#james potter smut#mdni#luna still hates jk
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summary: when James moves into your apartment, you need a bit of an adjustment period
roommate!James x shy!reader ♡ 1k words
You go downstairs the way a meerkat pokes its head out of its burrow. Cautious, watchful. When you spot James standing over a sizzling pan in the kitchen, it’s a bit of effort not to sigh, but you go anyway, hunger temporarily taking priority over solitude. It’s just going to have to be another quick meal.
“Hey.” James looks up from a recipe he’s reading on his phone, grinning at you.
You press your lips together in a smile of response. The girl who’d occupied James’ room before him wouldn’t have bothered to acknowledge you, and frankly, you’d liked her for that. You’d had a mutually ambivalent relationship; you’d both paid your rent, ignored the other’s food in the fridge, and gone about your days as if you each had the apartment to yourself. She had to move out because the maintenance crew tattled on her for having a pet, and though James only moved in a week ago, he’s invited you to hang out with his friends every time they’ve come over. Which is often. (He’s at least considerate enough to always ask first, and you always say yes. Partially because they don’t make huge messes and partially because you don’t know how to reply to a yes/no question any other way.)
You go to the fridge, tearing the aluminum foil off a half-empty can of beans and shaking it into a bowl. You put it in the microwave. James reaches to turn down the stove, and, like a frightened animal, you flinch away from him. He doesn’t seem to notice, only retreating to the opposite counter to give you more room.
“How’s your day going?” he asks, leaning back on his forearms.
“Not bad,” you say. Another thing about James is that in addition to his relentless geniality, he’s ferociously attractive. It takes all of your willpower not to let your eyes dip from his face to where his short sleeves conform to his biceps when he leans that way, but your face heats regardless. “Yours?”
“Pretty good, actually.” He smiles easily. “It’s gorgeous out, have you felt the weather?”
You shake your head. “I haven’t been out yet.”
James nods like he knows this already, humming noncommittally. You think you spy a bit of judgment in his look, but you can’t be sure. “So,” he says, “I have something to ask you.”
You tense. “Okay…”
“I know you value your privacy, and I totally respect that, but I feel like as your roommate it’s my responsibility to at least ask.”
You feel your eyes narrowing as you nod for him to continue.
James schools his face into seriousness, a frown on his lips that looks like it doesn’t belong. “Do you not eat?”
You laugh, relieved and bemused. “Of course I eat.”
The smile he gives you is strained, clearly for your benefit rather than his. “You sure about that? Because this morning I just saw you have one—one—piece of toast for breakfast, and then for lunch you had…what?”
You shy, more because of his notice than anything else. The microwave beeps and you use it as an excuse to turn around. “Some cheese and crackers.”
When you pivot with the steaming bowl, James is looking at you incredulously.
“They’re really filling!”
“That’s a snack, love, not a meal. Both of those are snacks. Did you have anything else?”
You hold up the bowl in your hand. “I’m about to have some beans.”
His laugh is monosyllabic. Appalled. “You’re not serious.”
You roll your eyes at him even as your face heats. “Listen, it’s not my most nutritious day, but I’ve been in a rush, and…” You were going to say more, but decide against it. “Anyway, there’s protein in the beans, so.”
James isn’t having it. “And what?”
“Nothing.”
“Something.” He raises his eyebrows at you. “C’mon, spill, or I’m going to call your mum and tell her about your big day of—“ He draws quotes in the air, full lips curving he does “—beans and crackers.”
“And toast,” you joke. James’ smile is small and short-lived. Does he really have your mum’s phone number? He can’t possibly.
You sigh. “Okay, it’s nothing to do with you, but I…I’m a bit weird about being in the kitchen at the same time.” James’ thick eyebrows meet in the middle, and your shoulders hunch instinctively but you force yourself to finish explaining. “I just want to grab whatever is quickest and go before I make things awkward, or something. But I know it’s stupid.” You shake your head. You could burn the apartment to cinders with the heat from your face. “I don’t own the kitchen. You have every right to be here, and I’ll get used to it eventually. It’s just that you’re new to me right now.”
James' expression clears. “Oh, you’re shy.”
You must look even more embarrassed at that, because he hurries to say, “That’s alright, it’s good to know how you feel about things. And now I don’t have to call your mum.” He grins, and it widens when you make a tiny effort to reciprocate. “I don’t mind stepping out of the kitchen so you can cook every now and then.”
“You really don’t have to.”
“It’s no trouble.” He waves you off. “Honestly, it’s too small for both of us to comfortably use at the same time anyway. Careful by the way, that pan’s hot.”
You glance behind you, and you’ve backed yourself nearly into the stove. You move away, squeaking out a thanks.
James’ smile softens. “I do hope you're right about getting used to me eventually, though.” He gives you a kind look, and you have no idea how he can maintain eye contact with that much sincerity in his big brown eyes. You envy the skill. “I’d like to get to be friends, but we’ve got time for that.”
You’ve no clue how to respond, some deer-in-the-headlights instinct taking ahold of you, but James doesn’t seem to be expecting one. He reaches out to squeeze your shoulder, taking back his place at the stove. You take that as your cue to go.
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Here. Have kudos on that fanfic you wrote in your head while you were in the shower and never typed it out. When I recover from the brilliance of it, I’ll come back to leave a review.
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The click of claws on a roof, dust falls down. The alpha wolf is coming, he’s here and he’s near.
Dust swirls, shining gold under the dim candle light. Something else shines, it shines amber in the window, standing out starkly against the inky sky.
Amber eyes. He’s watching you.
grrrrrr..
well damn! it’s a good thing i know how to use a gun
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I just need some season 1 spencer x reader he was so cute! What about them just having a cute relationship, always sitting together in the jet and stuff and the team just loves to tease their innocent relationship
suuuupa short but fluffy!
spencer reid x gn!reader
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“Hey,” you smiled, taking your usual seat next to Spencer on the jet’s couch.
“Hi,” he smiled right back, habitually settling part of his blanket over your lap.
“Thanks. What are you reading?”
“Re-reading, actually,” he said, looking up at you.
“Why would you need to re-read anything?” you chuckle.
“I don’t. I just haven’t ever read Anna Karenina in the original Russian yet.”
“Isn’t that a romance book?”
“Sort of.”
You hummed, shrugging a little and pulling out your own book before resting your head against his shoulder.
Derek nudged Elle, nodding over at the two on the couch.
“Lovebirds are back at it again.”
Elle snorted a laugh. “God, it’s like they were grown in a lab to be together.”
Derek chuckled at that, shaking his head. He watched them for another moment, hiding a smile as he want back to his music.
#spencer reid#spencer reid one shot#spencer reid drabble#spencer reid fluff#spencer reid x reader#spencer reid x gn!reader#criminal minds#gender neutral reader
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okay so i saw this tiktok comment that said how she got insecure about her stomach when her boyfriend was yk eating that puss and her bf pulled her hand away from it and basically told her how beautiful she was and i immediately thought of james pottter and thought it would make a cute imagine. no worries if you aren’t comfortable with this idea, love your writing
James is a bossy boy in this one (but still sweet as ever). All i could think of is touch tank by quinnie
james potter x insecure!reader
warnings: non-graphic smut
mdni: 18+ content!
“Please, lovie,” he begged with a pout, kissing up your thighs.
“I don’t know,” you replied, a little uncomfortable with the whole idea.
He’d been asking— well, begging, really— to go down on you for weeks. You’d started dating months ago, and wanted to take things slow with intimacy, but the second you gave him the go-ahead he was all over you.
Most of it you loved. Going down on him, the sex, the sneaky mutual handjobs… it was thrilling. Especially with someone as handsome as James. But the idea of him looking at you from that angle, and smelling and tasting and… it was too much. A horrific mental block you couldn’t get past.
But he looked so pretty begging.
So, finally, you said okay. He was thrilled, practically tearing away at your shorts and panties. He started slow, leaving you gasping and shaking. You didn’t know you could feel like that.
The problem came when he started pushing your shirt up over your tummy.
You whined, though he took it as a sound of pleasure, shoving it up over your chest.
You immediately moved your hand down, covering your stomach the second his eyes fluttered shut. Unfortunately that only lasted for all of 3 seconds before he opened them again, pulling his mouth away from you.
“What’s this?” he asked, trying to pull your hand away from your stomach.
“Just… I don’t… the lights are on and I’m not,” you sigh, shrugging a little and feeling quite embarrassed, “not really comfortable.”
“Why not, darling?” he asked softly, kissing your hip softly.
You swallowed. “It’s… This is embarrassing.”
“You don’t want me down here?”
“No! No, not that. Well…” you let out a small breath. “At first I guess that scared me, too. I’m just kind of… insecure.”
“The fuck have you got to be insecure about? You’re perfect,” he stated, an incredulous look on his face.
“My stomach is…”
“Perfect.”
“James,” you deadpanned.
“It is!” he protested. He pulled away your hand. “Out of my way, quit it.”
He started pressing kisses to your stomach, slow and sensual.
“Beautiful,” he mumbled against your skin. “I don’t wanna see you trying to cover yourself up in front of me. I get half hard if I even think about seeing you like this.”
“James!” You laugh.
“What?” he chuckled, kissing down your stomach again. “My girlfriend is the hottest woman I’ve ever seen. Can’t blame a bloke for getting excited.”
You chuckled again, still feeling a little self-conscious, but definitely appreciating how much he seemed to want you regardless of what you thought.
“Now, the only place I want your hands from here on out is in my hair. You know I like it when you pull it for me.”
#james potter#james potter smut#james potter x fem!reader#james potter x reader#james potter oneshot#james potter fic#marauders#marauders smut#luna still hates jk#mdni
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i hace not been checking my inbox. this is so sweet 😭💖
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gahh can some like just maybe i don’t know like kiss me ??? please because i think that i might die before it happens.
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AARON TAYLOR-JOHNSON
2024 | ph. for Armani “Acqua Di Giò”
#BARK BARK BARK BARK#GROWL#RUFF GRRRRR#i want to **********************#respectfully#whoever took this pov is fowl#they did it to hurt me#aaron taylor johnson#atj
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anyways, this series is finally complete!
(originally posted on ao3)
Aaron Hotchner is dealing with the aftermath of his divorce, and the new feelings that spring up for someone he shouldn’t feel anything for. It’s a mess to say the least, but it’s a mess he’s more than willing to involve himself in.
posting as i write it!
{angst, slow burn, friends-to-lovers, mentioned cheating, canon-typical violence & mentions of cases, insecure!hotch}
Running Word Count: 20.5k
one of those things
tricks up your sleeve
never thought i’d meet you here
i know i’ll pay for it
you’re a bandit like me
eyes full of stars
takes one to know one
you’re a cowboy like me
hustlin for the good life
skeletons in both our closets
like the gardens of babylon
locked it down
never gonna love again
FULL MASTERLIST
#aaron hotchner#aaron hotchner fanfic#aaron hotchner fanfiction#aaron hotchner x reader#aaron hotchner x fem!reader#criminal minds
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he looks delicious suited up during the briefing and then in the jet he has THAT BLACK JACKET OF HIS and then no jacket just the goddamn green polo i want to STAIN WITH MY—anyway and the glasses and the way the polo looks kinda short on his torso because its inside his pants and the pants are high and THE GLASSES AND HIS TUMMY WHEN HES RUNNING
AND THEN HIM ON THE HELICOPTER WITH THAT GODDAMN GUN THAT I ALSO WANT TO RUIN WITH MY—
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Sam Winchester appreciation post
That’s it. That’s the post.
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started with a kiss “ohwemuststopmeetinglikethis!” but it always ends with a town car speeding out the drive one evening. ended with the slam of a door then he’ll call her a whore, wish he wouldn’t be sore, cause as she was leaving it felt like breathin’! all her fuckin’ lives flashed before her eyes. It feels like the time she feel through the i-i-i-ce then came out alive!
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Remus brain rot story time. Throwback to 7th grade when i didn't know why i couldn't stop watching PoA over and over AND OVER AGAIN. I initially thought oh well you probably had a crush on him girlie, but you were in SEVENTH GRADE, and he's a fucking old man so be so fr😭. I DIDN'T KNOW THERE WERE SUCH THINGS AS FKIN DADDY ISSUSES OK I WAS A CHILD😭. It only clicked to me few years later ... like girl you HAVE ISSUES 😭😭😭😭😭 THIS IS SO FUNNY TO ME BECAUSE MAYBE ALL YOU NEEDED WAS A HUG BUDDY😭😭 never ending life cycle
remus is a paradox because people either love him because they WANT him or they want to be his buddy and like half the time… who’s to say which answer is true? bahahah
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just found out i wrote the epilogue to the sweetest con last night. do i remember writing it? no. will i read it to edit what is inevitably going to be a disaster? jury’s out.
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