#You know that twitter post about characters with big ol blue eyes staring at you? Yeah that's my brain on Gojo fuckin satoru

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jjk s1 and s2 spoilers

caught up to the jjk anime this week and damn, hits hard

Animation is stellar, the characters are really fun, there's themes that really hit me hard and godamn the ending of jjk 0 actually made me cry, like tears were shed. I understood why my brother loved the movie lmao

but rn there's one man on my mind. Gojo fucking satoru

Gojo Satoru is just, wow, what hasn't been said about him? He's certainly a showstopper alright, I know Itadori's the protagonist but my eyes were on Gojo the entire time, season 2 personally was even more exciting with that in mind.

I haven't really had the time to do a deep dive on him, but I do have some thoughts... First, yeah he's hot asf I'll give him that (those eyes of his are on my mind and they won't leave me alone, also props to the english dub for the absolutely feral lines)

but the progression of him as a person is also really fun to see. I'm especially interested in him maturing from this arrogant and individualistic person at the beginning of season 2 to... well, still being that but also becoming a mentor to other people.

Like, that's such a huge step for me because contrary to what his pride tells him, he's come to realize he can't do it alone (I mean, he can at the moment but it's more realistic to try and personally raise these youth with potential so that they may bring about a powerful new generation)

The line about education really hit me and I kept thinking about it these last couple of days. He wants to bring change, but if he's the only one humanity has to rely on, he'll run himself ragged. And so, he takes the time and patience to grow these little seedlings, watch them get more powerful but also watch as they may fail along the journey. Even though he's become a teacher, he's not soft on them at all. It's a fact that if they're unable to keep up with him, they will get left behind. Whether that be in skill, or death.

Other than to raise more powerful sorcerers, I can't help but feel this also comes from a place of loneliness, because Geto left him.

I wonder, how much it will hurt to see his students fall? Because although they are improving at a fast rate, can they really keep up with The Gojo Satoru? Or will they against all odds, with his full support, be able to carry on when he's gone? Despite the uncertainty, he continues to teach.

Though the goal is daunting, seeing him wake up to his students and smiling brought such a warm feeling to my chest, it was so sweet.

Also love how unhinged he can get, like characters who do the manic smile thing never ceases to make me giggle excitedly (Nobara and Fushiguro also knocked it out of the park in that aspect, extremely hyped when they went completely off the hinge and kicked ass).

However, there's one scene that absolutely left me in awe. A beautiful mixture of music and imagery that sent shivers up my body every time I watch it. A scene in which he's shown being a mixture of unhinged, yet so at "peace". The juxtaposition is absolutely beautiful to see.

Fighting against toji, where he was high off his epiphany, he had an inner monologue so quiet, so relaxed and detached from how he usually is, coupled with the same piano tune that accompanied the scenes with him, Riko and Geto in the background. My breath was taken away, my eyes were glued to the screen in awe as the music crescendo-ed, and I couldn't help but think "he's beautiful" splattered in blood, bathed in sunlight and eyes glowing with the most vibrant blue.

After the dust had settled, the three of them lost something that day. Riko lost her life, Gojo started to lose his best friend, and Geto started to lose his moral compass and ideals.

The piano music was called "一緒なら" or "If I am with you/together". I wonder why? Perhaps the first time, it was from Riko's POV, as she, Gojo, Geto and Kuroi were sightseeing for the very last time.

The second time, although Gojo seemed detached from Riko's death, perhaps he genuinely cared for her, so much that he'd mourn in his own way.

The arc started with Gojo carrying Riko in his arms

The arc ended with Gojo holding Riko's dead body as the crowd celebrated her death.

He started to lose it, even asking Geto if he should kill all of them. Funny how the tables have turned.

#(SHEESH did not think it'd be this long-) #You know that twitter post about characters with big ol blue eyes staring at you? Yeah that's my brain on Gojo fuckin satoru #sorry for the incoherent mess of words I just vomitted out i have a lot of thoughts and thanks im okay how are you? #I mightve interpreted some details wrong but ill leave that for later #fruit talks

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#5

𝐿𝒶𝓉𝑒 || 𝒮𝓉𝑒𝓋𝑒 𝐻𝒶𝓇𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓉𝑜𝓃

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a/n: thank you @hellounicorn for putting me back on my steve harrington brainrot bullshit. I love you. Also sorry it's taken a month but there were a lot of bumps along the road when it came to publishing

CW: fem! reader, smut, mirror kink (???), choking

Word Count: 1.3k

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“Stevieeee”

Your buzz from inside your boyfriend's bathroom was distressed seeing as you were unable to clasp your dress closed on your own.

Without hesitancy, Steve came into the washroom, stumbling over the array of clothes littering the floor.

“(y/n) I think-”

Whatever Steve had to say wasn't important enough for you to let him finish, not with the fear of being late to work hanging over your head.

“Steve, I don't care. Can you button this. Were going to be late.”

“Alright, alright. I'm on it.”

You mumbled a ‘thank god’, and turned your back to him, now facing the mirror.

Rather than fulfilling the task at hand, Steve was diverted his attention to the new bra that adorned your body.

You stared at his focused reflection. His gaze was blown out, and his mouth slightly agape at the sight. You knew what was coming.

“Where’d you get this little thing?” he asked as his fingertips brushed over the soft fabric.

“Got a discount from work and I thought it was pretty.” you tried to make this not a big deal, but he was intent on making it one.

“And you didn't think to tell dear ol’ Stevie about this? I'm absolutely broken here, princess.” Steve tried his hardest to blend his words with faux misery.

“Steve we can't do this right now. I can't be late again. And neither can you.” Steve preventing you from being on time for work was an often occurrence. Time after time, he would lure you into his control because God forbid Steve Harrington keeps it in his pants for once. Once in a Blue Moon that he doesn't make you late for your first shift, he has you spending your break in the backroom closet of Scoops, which leads to Robin threatening to fire him for being “unsanitary in such a high-class dining establishment.”

“Robin won't get rid of me. I promise. After all, I'm the one bringing in all the lady customers.” with that last comment of his, you turned to face him. “Now I've got your attention.”

“You think you're all that, Harrington, don't you?” You rolled your eyes while you talked back to him.

He took a step closer to you, closing what little space was between you.

“You know I’m ‘all that’, (y/l/n).”

You weren’t too sure how to respond to his statement, no matter what you said back he’d have you where he wants you. This was apparent to the boy, he knew he had you trapped, even if it ended up being more of a stroke of luck because everyone knows Steve Harrington isn’t the crispest cookie in the box. And he was planning on reminiscing at this moment.

“Cat your tongue?”

No, you knew. Two words you know would throw him for a loop. A simple phrase that would make you late, but in a way where you came out on top, kind of.

“Fuck me.”

His face become plastered with a dumbfounded look. He was now the one struggling to find words. Yes, he wanted to, more than anything at this moment, but this was far from how expected the conversation to go. Rarely you were the one to take such inattentive. Especially not in such an explicit way. Why not take it all a step further, confuse the poor boy just a little more.

“Cat got your tongue?”

Before you were able to jut out your bottom lip to continue your mocking, his hand wrapped around your throat, creating a breathy whimper to escape your lips. Steves demeanor did a 180. Rather than his eyes being wide, they darkened, his brows were no longer raised they furrowed, and his lips curved into a small smile. You were in for a hell of a ride.

Like a famished man, deprived of your touch, he swiftly pressed his lips to yours, taming all worry you had. This kiss was one filled with lust, taking over his body, leaving him without the little rational thinking. He pressed his body against your own and pulled his hand away from your neck to grab the backs of your thighs. Steve saw no need to separate himself from you to say he wanted you on the counter. His words were barely comprehensible, if it wasn't for him trying to push you up onto the vanity, you would have zero understanding of what he wanted.

The second your ass hit the cool marble of the counter, Steve reached behind you to strip you of your dress. Finally, he pulled away. Steve’s eyes roamed the expanse of your lace-covered chest, no matter how many times he had seen you sprawled out before him, nothing could compare to seeing you in any form of delicates. He was truly enamored with the sight.

“Fucking gorgeous,” he murmured under his breath before peppering your chest with hasty kisses.

You grew impatient with him as he seemed to take leisure time just adoring your chest. You wanted more. You wanted more of his touch. You wanted his family fingers buried in your cunt more than anything. To satisfy the need that he gave you.

You pathetically whined his name to signify that he was not meeting the standard.

He chuckled, understanding what exactly it was you desired.

“I got the message. Undress and turn around. Lay on your stomach.”

You complied with his instructions, moving much faster than him to discard your clothes. You bent over at the waist, propping yourself on your elbows so Steve would have an ample view of your tits. It wasn't hard to figure out what Steve was planning, your face was mere inches from the mirror.

As you heard his belt hit the floor, you pushed your ass back towards him albeit he wasn't directly there. He took not of said gesture.

“Eager much?”

You nodded feverishly at his question. He leaned down to whisper in your ear.

“Beg.”

Your words were barely even spoken, they came out more of a breathy whimper as he teased your cunt with the tip of his cock.

“Yes sir. Please. I need you. So bad, it's not- oh fuck”

Before you were able to complete your sentence, Steve harshly thrust into your cunt, leaving you to moan out in satisfaction.

He pulled out for a split second just to push back in and set a rough pace. It was apparent neither of you would last too long.

The tip of his cock hit the spot deep inside that carried you to euphoria. With each thrust, the coil inside tightened, begging to shatter and spread through your body. This appetite presented in the form of loud, pornographic moans. Shameless curses fell from your lips mixed with broken versions of Steve’s name.

Steve snaked his fingers down to rub tight circles on your pulsing clit. You clenched around him in response, eliciting a groan from the bit behind you. He was so lost in a personal ecstasy that he didn't realize your head dipped down right away. Albeit as soon as he saw, his and gripped at your hair, pulling you up to his chest.

“Watch. You're such a fucking sight.”

With that, you made eye contact with your reflection. It was remarkably erotic. The way your tits bounced in sync with Steve’s tempo. The expressions Steve had as he felt your walls clench around his cock. And your own nature, one that was lewd. Much more than you thought could express.

Steve's orgasm was nearing, and your own was on the brink. You felt it in the way his cock twitched in your cunt and the sloppier his motions became.

Steve let out a quick line of curses as he came. With one final groan, he pushed his cum into you farther, before releasing himself from your cunt.

Confusion swept over you. But while you stood silent and unsatisfied, he began cleaning himself up.

“Well don't just stand there (y/n), you said it yourself. We can't be late.”

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410 notes • Posted 2021-09-19 01:06:24 GMT

#4

𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐲, 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐲 || 𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐲! 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬

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A/N: this is in no way a song fic, or connected to “jealousy, jealousy” by Olivia Rodrigo, I just thought the name fit. I realized I never gave Sirius a time to shine in my fics, so this one’s for him. And thank you @fiftyshadesoftricia for helping me format

CW: smut, d/s elements, jealous Sirius, if you try hard enough it might be angsty, dom!Remus/Sirius, sub!reader/James, exhibition, face fucking, degradation (use of the word bitch), unproofread dyslexia 

Word Count: 1.8k

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“You know what (y/n), I need you to shut up. And loose the whole the fucking attitude.”

Sirius pushed you into your dorm, and towards the center of the room.

“Fine. But you could leave me the fuck alone then.”

Blood rushed to your ears, and the fury that had been building up for the last hour or so had crushed any composure you had, all on the account of Sirius Black being an ass.

Albeit you enjoy being deemed as “his girl”, as well as the rest of the Marauders, you were perfectly capable of handling your own business. Business is the group of boys Ravenclaw boys who took the opportunity of your boyfriends’ absence to take turns trying to catch your eye in the halls.

There was no doubt you couldn’t handle the issue. In fact, you were alright on your own. However, Sirius wasn’t one to think that playing along with the group of said boys was necessarily appropriate. It was fun to lead these boys on, twirling strands of hair and batting your eyelashes with faux innocence just to snap at them moments later and see them jolt was amusing.

Of course, Sirius knew this game of yours was all fake, but he couldn’t help getting heated at the sight, and this was his last straw.

The second you saw the envy plastered on his face as you talked to the boys, you knew you were in for it. 

But why not dig your grave deeper.

You walked away from the boys, and right past Sirius. Barley acknowledging his presence in the hall. 

Sirius didn’t even try to cover the fact that he was following you. A quick glance over your shoulder at the boy had him just about running towards you. You turned down an empty corridor, and just like clockwork, Sirius was right there behind you. 

“You little-”

“Lovely to see you too, Siri.” There was a certain way that you could lace your words with purity that had your boyfriend addicted.

The rest of the conversation was a fast blur of quips and pushing each other up the stairs to the dormitory, where Remus and James were waiting for your rambunctious arrival. 

As you stumbled into the dorm, you were pushed into the center so Sirius could make a show out of you like you were merely a circus act. 

Remus and James didn't have to even have to open their mouths for you to understand the many questions running circles in their heads. 

“All I’m doing is joking around and making fun of those bastards but Sirius is being a jealous fucking prick!”

All eyes were now on you. Glares came from Remus and Sirius but James just stared in shock at the bold out burst of yours. James went to comment, but was cut off by Remus.

“Not now James. What on earth are you two possibly going on about?” 

Right on cue, all of your confidence drained. Not a bone in your body felt big enough to stand up to Remus on this. He knew about your little charades, he found them slightly entertaining in the sense it meant he got to watch you crumble to the ground before him. 

Shame quickly took place of your lost pride, you cast your eyes to the ground and started to twiddle your fingers. Sirius saw took the opportunity to speak for himself. 

“I have every right to be jealous, you’re the one walking around trying to get fucked by every other boy at school.” 

Your head shot up at his words, maybe he didn't quite grasp it was all a game.

“I don't want them, you’re just stupid. All I want is you. Merlin, Sirius. I’m just trying to get you worked up. Cant you get that through that thick skull of yours?”

His face was softer now. There was a certain expression of fluster that made it clear he was a little out of the loop, but was piecing the puzzle together. 

“That’s what this is for. You want me jealous.”

These weren’t questions, these were statements. He was becoming aware, and that caused desire to form alongside the anxiety that sat in the pit of your stomach. 

For a second, Remus and James simply weren’t in the room. It was only Sirius. He was the one that mattered now. He was all your attention was focused on. Millions of people could be passing by, but not even for a single second would you take your gaze off of Sirius. 

James was the one to knock you out of this rush with his questions of what was going to happen to you. What punishment could entail didnt even conceptualize for you. The thought hadn’t even made an appearance until now. Of course you knew there would be punishments, but what exactly that meant was far out of your reach. 

“Not sure. That seems to be up to Pads.”

Remus’ response clearly sparked an interest in Sirius. The way he looked at the lycanthrope made sure you knew you were going to be in deep if Remus gave the okay to take the reigns on your repercussions.

You were barely able to process what the slight nod Remus gave Sirius meant before you felt rough hands grip tightly at your wrists and tug you towards the raven haired boy’s bed.

While you flopped on the bed, Remus pulled a chair up to the end of the bed facing you and Sirius and had James sit in his lap.

Sirius was no longer drunk on excitement, his expression became sober. 

“This is a punishment pup, but you can still say stop whenever you need, just like always, okay?” 

You nodded your head in agreement, but that wasnt enough for him. Sirius needed constant verbal agreement from you, the last thing he ever wanted was to make you scared. If he didnt hear words, he would get a nagging feeling there might be something wrong.

“I need you to say it.”

“Yes sir. I know. But what about Remmy?” Not one of your boyfriends had yet to recognize that it was only you and Sirius in bed. 

“Your gonna put on a show for ‘em.”

Heat rushed to your face, and in an attempt to hide said embarrassment you threw one of the red velvet pillows over your face. Within a millisecond Sirius pulled the pillow from your face and had it relocated to the ground with a soft thump. 

“Dont you dare start getting shy on us now puppy. You put yourself here. Now on your knees.” Sirius 

Rather than moving at the demand, you stayed stationed on the soft comfort of the bed.

“Are you dull? On the ground.” With a sudden swipe to your hair, your were pulled to the ground, making you kneel before him at his feet. With a sense of instinct you reached your hands to the buckle of his belt. Sirius didn’t  care to yell at you for touching without direct permission, he just needed you to be his this evening and always. 

Once his belt and pants were gone somewhere in the room, you sat back on your heels, hands splayed across your thighs awaiting any new instructions from your dominant. 

“Merlin, do I have to do everything for you. Fucking dumb.”

His words may have been harsh and his tone was definitely rough, but that didn’t stop lust from fogging your brain. He removed his boxers, bringing his cock into view. You were so far lost in ogling at the sight you didn’t fully hear Remus’ commands. 

“Acting like you’ve never seen my cock before, don't tell me I’m gonna have to teach you to suck properly.” 

Once again, Sirius’ hands groped at your hair, this time bringing you mere centimeters from his cock. You stuck your tongue out, letting bead of saliva dribble onto the flushed pink head before suckling at the tip. The grip on your hair loosened, and rather than having a stationary purpose, Sirius’ hand guided your head down his shaft. 

Not a lot of what Sirius said from above you reregistered in your mind, all you heard was something along the lines of “going faster”. Which turned out to be not a demand for you, but a blanket statement of his. As you attempted to add more speed to your movements, Sirius’ hands reached your face. The cold of the rings that decorated his fingers felt strange in contrast to his warm palms cupping your face, bringing you to a halt. 

He set the pace. This one was filled with haste. Unrestrained. Downright brutal. It was set with the intention of not having you able to talk for days without pain reminding you of tonight. 

The spongy tip of his cock relentlessly hit the back of your throat with every other thrust, making you gag around him and spit run down your chin. Tears felt heavy on your waterline, waiting to make their presence. 

“Don’t you dare cry. Be a good bitch and take it.” 

You tried not to, honestly, but it was too much. The way Sirius pounded into your face, the degrading phrases that were broken by his shameless moans, and the wet patch soaking your panties all the way through to your tights. 

You tried rubbing your thighs together to relieve any tension you could. Sirius couldn’t notice, his head was thrown back and eyes were squeezed shut in ecstasy, but it didn't go unnoticed like you intended. Remus saw. Of course Remus saw. In your hazy state, you forgot that James and Remus were watching. 

“Stop that. Now. Open your legs.” You complied to the directive and glanced at Remus, to the best of your ability. It was hard to see him through your tears optics, but you could make out his hand slowly pumping James’ length, and fingers shoved down the boy’s throat to keep him quiet. 

Without warning, you couldn’t keep anything in any longer. Hot tears streamed down your face, whimpers fell from your lips, you felt absolutely pathetic. And thats just the way Sirius liked you. 

The sight alone brought Sirius tipping over the edge. He pulled out of your mouth, hovering his cock right above your face. He pumped his throbbing length as ropes his cum painted you face. It mixed with the tears, and spit that already adorned your face. As you attempted to bring your hands up to wipe some of the mess from your face, Sirius spit on you, making some of his cum run along the side of your face and down your neck. 

“I didnt say to clean yourself did I?” 

He paused, seeing if you would answer or understand this was a rhetorical question of his, when you didn’t give an answer he continued.

“Keep it. I like you like this. Shows me that you’re mine.”

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687 notes • Posted 2021-08-11 00:31:05 GMT

#3

Like an Angel || Poly Marauders

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A/N: I have no clue how quidditch works; and I might make a second part

CW: smut, dom/sub elements, verbal degradation, choking, innocence kink,corruption kink, daddy kink, dumbification, mentions of alcohol (no one drinks tho)

word count: 2.2k

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The loud cry of the gryffindor stand rang through your ears. James nearly grabbed the snitch that was soaring low to the ground. Sirius screamed out something about James needing to get his shit together, as you held onto Remus’ arm tighter than you thought you really ever could.

Remus leaned down to speak. “You okay bunny?”

“Yeah, just a little loud today, that’s all.” You tried to get your voice heard over the crowd. Slytherin v. Gryffindor games tended to be louder than any of the others, but it was the last game of the season, so stakes were higher.

“Should be over soon.”

“It’d be over quicker if James knew how to do his bloody job.” Sirius scoffed.

The game continued as such; you grasping onto Remus as if your life depended on it, while Sirius cursed out everyone he could.

Maybe it was the spring heat, the screams of the fans, or the fact that you were sandwiched tightly between your boyfriends watching a sport that made zero sense, but this game seemed to drown on for eternity.

If you were being honest, you had little interest in quidditch. It was more complicated than it needed to be and moved too fast for you to keep up with. The only thing that made the games slightly more bearable was James. Saying he looked pretty in his uniform doing whatever a seeker is supposed to do would be an understatement.

The cheers erupted from the surrounding peers, knocking you out of your daydreams. You looked at Remus expectantly.

“James got the points. We won.” Remus explained.

“We did more than ‘win’ Moony. We beat those little snake shits into the ground where they belong!” Sirius pulled you away from Remus and picked you up. Your eyes scanned the field full of flashes of red and yellow searching for James.

“He’s over there.” Remus pointed across the field to the boy who was making his way on his broom towards you. When you finally pulled his attention away from the hundreds of others filled in the stands, you waved. “Love you, James!” You screamed out. You knew he couldn’t really hear you, but you tried.

After the team finished rolling in their victory in front of all the houses and the stands died down, everyone made their way out. The people behind you shoved you out of the stands in anticipation to get to the party that would be held in the commons. You watched James and the rest of his team walk the other side of the field into the lockers.

You skipped today’s ‘pre-party’, the celebration prior to the rowdy team’s arrival. You wanted to dress up for the occasion. Your hands rifled through your trunk looking for the dress the boys bought you a few weeks earlier. There had yet to be a time to wear it, but today seemed like the occasion to show it off.

The white fabric of the dress was soft, but the lace lining the hem that barely hit mid thigh was itchy against your legs. There was no way you could make it through the night with that bother. You decided a pair of tights should do the trick in keeping you from scratching. Twirling in front of the bathroom mirror, you decided you did the dress justice and made your way downstairs to find your partners.

You spotted two of three on one couch on the outskirts of the makeshift dance floor.

“I think you’re missing half your dress there puppy.” The black-haired boy snarked as you sat on the couch beside them.

Remus corrected the boy on his lap. “Pads, we’re the ones that picked it out for her. You look lovely, darling. Like an angel.”

“Is Jamesie here yet?” You asked both of them.

“Haven’t seen him, probably should find him and let him know he can’t drink tonight. Sirius, why don’t you tell him.”

“Moony, don’t ruin this and not let us- oh… got it.” He came to realize what was happening and left to find James. You replaced Sirius and took his place on Remus’ lap.

“I didn’t do something wrong, did I?” The no alcohol rule had you a little on edge. That rarely ever happens, only if you’re in trouble.

He pressed a kiss to the crown of your head. “Absolutely not, just don’t think it’s a good idea tonight.”

That answer only confused you more. You threw your head back into Remus’ shoulder and sighed exaggeratedly. “But they always have really excellent drinks, just a little?”

“If you talk back like that again, you will be in trouble. Understand?”

“Yes, sir” you spoke clearly. You didn’t want to get in any more ‘trouble’.

After a few minutes of silence, you turned around to straddle his lap and started braiding little strands of his hair, and kissing his nose now and then.

You were intently working on the braids in his hair, when you felt a pair of hands grab at your shoulders and a kiss to the top of your head.

“Having fun there Remus?” The familiar voice of James was music to your ears.

“James!” You pushed off of Remus and just about launched yourself at the other boy.

“Well, I missed you too.”

You kept your arms around his neck and hugged his waist with your legs as he sat down in between Remus and Sirius.

“How’d I do today, princess? Sirius said I did well but I think he’s leaving something out.” James asked you.

“Um… I think Sirius said you sucked for a little bit. Specifically, and I quote, ‘James needs to get his shit together.’” You giggled at your answer as Sirius glared at you.

“To be fair, you could’ve won very close to the beginning.” James was not too happy with Sirius’ response.

“Well, I don’t see yo-“ Remus cut his retort off.

“(Y/n), it’s a little late. You go upstairs to our room. We’ll be up shortly to help you.”

Making your way past all the people in the commons, thoughts of your wrong doings filled your head. First nothing to drink, now getting sent to bed even though it was not that late considering the day’s circumstances. Memories of the last hour ran over and over as you trudged up the stairs. The only thing you could think that was wrong was the fact that you cursed. Even then, that wasn’t at the beginning of the night.

The door opening and shutting behind the three boys you were expecting pulled you from your recalls. You stayed on the comfort of the bed in silence.

“Come here bunny.” Remus’ voice seemed to echo in the awkward stillness of the room.

The calm tone of your dominant sent butterflies to your stomach as you reluctantly crossed the room to meet him.

“Do you know what you did?”

“No, sir.” Everything about you felt small as you stared at your boyfriends towering over you.

“‘S what I thought. You’re just a stupid bunny.”

“I’m not stupid.” You mumbled.

Remus’ hand wrapped around your throat, “Oh really? If you’re so smart, why didn’t you realize how hard you made all of us? Hmm?”

Your eyes moved across each of their crotches, and you whined at the sight of their bulges strained against their trousers.

“Can’t dress like that and expect us not to react.” He let you go and pushed you forward, “Be a good bunny, on the bed.”

Heat burned in your stomach at his words as you sat on the bed, watching your partners stare at you like you were simply prey to them. Within seconds, hands were all over you. James’ hands barely ghosted over your collar bones before reaching down your dress to grope at your breasts. You leaned your head back onto the shoulder of the bespectacled boy to allow for Remus to start roughly painting your skin with hickeys. Your breathy moans turned into a yelp as Sirius pinched your thighs. Your hips bucked up to reach Sirius’ hands.

“Feelin’ needy puppy?” He mocked.

“Daddy please.” Your words were barely a whisper.

Sirius smirked, “Since you asked so nicely.” He ripped the thin fabric of your tights around your cunt. He paid little mind to the other boys. He pushed his middle finger past your underwear, running his calloused fingertip barley along your folds. Involuntarily, your hips moved, trying to get better friction.

“Don’t be greedy.” Reprimanded Remus.

“Think she’s past that point. She’s got the attention of all three of us but she still needs more.” The degrading words of James went straight to your core. “Isn’t that right, baby? Just a needy little thing.”

“‘M not needy. Just feels good.” Your whines were hardly audible to the boys surrounding you.

“I thought you knew better than that. Good angels aren’t needy, they use their manners and wait.” There was a slight desire to protest Remus’ words, but the fear of a ruined evening squashed it.

“Come on Moony. Let us ruin her already. Even she wants it, isn’t that so angel?”

You nod feverishly at the raven haired boy’s words. The desire continued to build, making every touch of the boys feel absolutely unbearable.

Remus shifts behind you to step away, that is, until you grab onto his arm. “Alright, I’ll stay. Gonna let you make a mess on Sirius’ fingers. Sounds good?”

Your head lolled back onto Remus’ shoulder, and Sirius elicited a small moan from you with his fingers finally gaming in contact with where you needed it. Nimble fingers quickly making their way in and out of your cunt; hitting just the right spots to have you arching away from Remus. You were pulled from your blissed state by the growing moans of a certain James on the edge of the bed to your right, running the pad of his thumb around the tip of his cock. You outstretched a hand towards him in a pathetic attempt to bring him closer.

“Come on, angel, use your words. What do you want?” questioned the boy in between your legs.

In all honesty, you were not too sure what you wanted. Only pleasure. However that came about was irrelevant, and if it was yours or theirs, it didn’t matter.

“I- I dunno. Jamsie. Please.” Your pleading eyes bounced between the two boys, hoping they might be able to know for you.

James made his way toward the three of you, his built frame hovering above your own. “Wanna help me bunny? Is that it? Make me feel good?” His tone was cocky, something that tended to happen when he obviously had power over you.

As you reached above to take James’ cock into your hand, Sirius sped up his ministrations in your cunt. James threw his head back and let out a shallow breath as your hand closed around his base with more stress than intended.

Quickly your hand moved along his shaft, feeling all the veins and ridges in your palm.

Sirius finally brought his thumb to your clit, making little figure eights around it. The tips of his fingers brushing softly against your g-spot mixed with the contact to your clit made it difficult to focus on pleasuring James, not that you had given full attention to him.

Your movements became limp, lazily moving up and down, barely giving James the satisfaction he needed in order to reach his orgasm.

“That’s enough Pads. I don’t think our girl is smart enough to multitask.” Remus’ condescending words made Sirius stop his motions.

“No, no, no, no, no. I’ll do better this time. I promise.”

“Oh yes, yes, yes, yes, yes.” Remus taunted your pitiful state. “You’re the one who wanted to be ruined. Now you’re going to make it up to James.”

Remus moved out from behind you, and James took Sirius’ spot within your legs. He tugged at the waist of your tights and panties much more delicately than Sirius had done previously.

He planted a soft kiss to your lips before sitting back on his knees, “You’re going to behave for me this time?” His expression was phrased as a question, but most definitely was not.

He lined the tip of his cock to your entrance and gasped as slowly sheathed himself within your walls. He set a brisk pace, trying to salvage his ruined orgasm from minutes earlier. Every thrust of his had his spongy head hitting a certain spot that had you seeing stars. Yet it wasn’t enough, without any stimulation to your clit, the impending orgasm felt futile.

Tears rolled down your cheeks in time with James’ cum coating your walls. The loud whine that escaped your lips as James pulled out had the two others laughing.

Sirius gave you little time to adjust before he was commanding you to your hands and, weak, knees.

“Siri am I gonna cum this time?” You asked Sirius, who was standing at the end of the bed.

“No. Only good girls get to cum.”

A slight haze that clouded your mind made Sirius’ words not too clear. “Wait, I thought I was?”

“Do you think you are?” The rear of the mattress dipped letting you know where he was.

“I dunno. I- I think so?” You kept your eyes forward, not wanting to look at anyone, hoping that would lighten any ridicule.

“Is that so? Let’s see. Dressed like a slut, forgot your place, were lazy,” a ring clad hand smacked your ass, “and have yet to refer to me as your superior.” 

873 notes • Posted 2021-06-19 02:02:27 GMT

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𝐉𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐏𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫- 𝐁𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝’𝐬 𝐃𝐚𝐝

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a/n: the long awaited dilf james fic. and I lowkey hate this but it’s okay

Warnings: female reader, age gap (the reader is of age), power imbalance, smut, fingering but only for like one sentence because I'm kinda lazy, sex on a boat, vaginal penetration, exhibitionism???, choking, daddy kink 😔, idk why but the ending feels very...intimate

Word Count: 1.9k

Of course, spending a day alone with James Potter sounded wonderful. You dreamed that you could have him all to yourself. Every girl who knew him did. But making that dream a reality was not something you planned on doing.

Not today.

Not while on his boat. Not while stuck in the middle lake of his holiday home. Not in the starkness of a bathing suit.

There was nothing to worry about. Right?

It was just Mr. Potter.

It was just Mr. Potter. Who you spent many of your school holidays within his home. The same one who was the father of your best friend. Who was ages older than you. And was insanely attractive. It was just Mr. Potter- and you.

“Mr. Potter, I don’t want to be a hassle. I can wait for Harry.”

“Nonsense doll. It’s a pleasure to have you.”

Merlin. You couldn’t fight him. Something about him was so goddamn persuasive. His words were absolutely intoxicating. He could tell you to walk off the dock and you’d obey, without hesitation.

James Potter had you wrapped around his finger, and he didn’t even know.

You held your tote close to your chest, it was now or never, you stepped on the boat, heading closer to bow.

It was strange, watching as James silently free his boat from the dock without the help of Harry. Even if Harry’s assistance wasn’t the best. It tended to be a struggle for him, but he always tried, for better or worse.

To say you weren’t sure what you would do this afternoon, would be an understatement. You dreaded this boat ride. Without Harry to keep you occupied, you’d have to talk with Mr. Potter, and that wasn’t something you were sure you could manage.

It’s not that you didn’t like him, no, you adored him. But you loathed the effect he had on you. Every second you’d ever spent alone with him felt like an eternity. He made your knees weak. Your heart flutter. And words come out scrambled. He made you flustered more than anyone ever could.You know it is taboo to think of your friend's father in such a way, but you couldn't help yourself. Nevertheless, a girl could dream. That's all he was to you. A fantasy. A lust-filled fantasy. A fantasy you've caught yourself running over and over. You couldn't reckon how many times you dreamed of him to be the one caressing your body in the same fashion you did.

James felt quite the opposite. He was almost glad Harry hadn't joined today. It allowed him to see you all for himself. Yes, it was selfish of him but god was it good. Everything about you enticed him. More than anything he wanted you all to himself, all the time. He longed for his hand to be around your waist, to feel your lips against his, just to be able to call you his. But all he was allowed was you from a distance.

“Take a seat, we're off shortly.”

His words broke you from your trance. It hardly hit you that you had just been staring a James rather than making yourself comfortable for the extended day ahead. As he said, the two of you were off in a matter of minutes.

It was refreshing to feel the breeze and the boat sped through the clear. Mist ricocheted off the sides of the boat, making you laugh at the pure joy such a feeling could do to you. It was as if all worries had washed away for a second. Leaving only you to remain in bliss. Yet bliss can quickly be replaced.

The boat came to a halt, putting you back in the reality of where you were.

Just keep to yourself, ignore him as much as possible.

Which was easier thought than done. It was as if the whole universe was against you, granted you were stuck on a boat with little square footage. One would think that hopping off the boat to lay leisurely in the water would be a fine idea to escape Mr. Potter, but they would be wrong. He simply insisted upon keeping you company in the water, which you were excited about but refused to want.

He laid back, letting the sun hit his skin, making him seem more ethereal than usual. It was a peaceful sight, almost as if he had no care in the world. The Serenity of it put a small smile on your face. He was utterly gorgeous and you count help but admire it. Something in the way he just drifted in the crystal water was magical.

He knew you were watching. He could feel your gaze from you floating not too far from him. You tilted your head back up, focusing on the clouds moving above you. It stayed as such for a while. Delicate. Nothing could bother either of you, all worries were wiped away.

As you returned to your place on the bow, you felt less tense than you started the day with. Suddenly, having Mr. Potter all alone wasn't too bad.

Or so it seemed.

Your desire for the man only became worse as he took his place on the boat too. Running a towel over his dark hair, and his chest completely bare for you to take in.

“You alright doll?”

Fuck.

You were caught in the act of it all.

“Yes sir. Just, need some help.”

Help? Help with what? The fact you were head over heels in love with your best friends father?

“Anything love, what is it?” he asked, but nothing came to mind. Strings.

“My swimming costume needs to be retied.”

He moved behind your seated figure on the bow, taking the strings of your suit into his fingers. Your breath hitched at the sensation of his fingertips ghosting over the expanse of your back.

“Alright there doll?” you merely nodded at his question.

“Well I don't see why they need to be redone, they seem all fine to me.”

You turned your head to look back at him. All was still as you took him in. Merlin, he had the prettiest eyes ever. He was the prettiest man ever. The seagulls above you drowned out, the thought of Harry was gone. Everything was him. You had no shame in staring now, you were too deep in it to stop. And Merlin, he had the prettiest eyes ever. He was the prettiest man ever. It didn't register with you that he too was staring. He was lost in your appearance and the thought of you. He couldn't help himself any longer. He craved you in a way that was new to him. And so he kissed you. He kissed you with a passion neither of you had ever felt. It was one filled with devotion and desires.

It took no time at all for you to be under him, you were completely malleable to his touch. His kisses trailed down your neck and into the crevice of your chest. He had you where he wanted.

Desperate for him.

Desperate was an understatement. You couldn't think what it would be like if this was all a dream. You needed much more than his kiss, you needed all of him, in every way.

“Mr. Potter, please. I need it.”

That's all it took and he knew. He knew how to work his fingers under your bathing suit and how to get you even more eager. For his thumb worked circles on your clit and two fingers curled deep inside your cunt, just barely grazing your g spot, which seemed to be intentional given he adored your pleas for more.

“You poor girl. You want my cock? Is that what you need?”

You nodded your head frantically, reaching down towards his bathing suit so that you could get what you need quicker.

“Ah ah ah. Don't be greedy baby. I'll get there.”

And he did. He took his gracious time removing his shorts, making sure to watch your dismal expression. He was well aware you needed him, and he needed you just as much, but he wanted to savor all of it.

James stepped out of his shorts, precum smearing across the extent of his abdomen as your hips bucked up into nothing. To you, he couldn't take longer even if he tried. Yet, almost as if he read your mind, he was between your legs; moving your bathing suit to the side and covering his length in your slick. One more pathetic plea and he sheathed himself inside you, the thought of waiting any longer was unbearable.

Strings of curses fell from his lips from being inside you alone. His cursing only heightened from there. James rested hishand around your throat and started at a rough pace.

“Fuck doll. You know how long waited for this? How many times I had my hand around my cock wanting you?”

You whined at his statement, the thought of James getting himself off for you was something you needed to see in this lifetime. Your hips jolted upwards again, he only made you more worked up in ways you couldn't comprehend. He wasn't fond of your need seeing as he took his free hand to press down on your hips.

It didn't take much time for you to reach the near of that stolen orgasm of yours. The head of his cock hitting a heavenly place deep in your cunt, flooding with the slight pain that came from the stretch had you cockdrunk in the most pleasurable ways.

His grip tightened on your throat and his thrusts sped up, he was close, as we're you. The sudden surge of stimulation had your eyes rolling to the back of your head and hands clasping over your mouth. Which was a short-lived action.

“Come on baby, I wanna hear it all.” James took your hands from your mouth.

“Daddy!” the title you tried so eagerly to suppress slipped out, embarrassing you.

“Is that it? My pretty girl wants me to be her daddy?” he looked down at your trembling figure, tears stained your heated face and a softer side to James appeared. He stopped his movements and kissed your cheek.

“It's alright doll. Call me whatever you want.”

You smiled and hummed in agreement at his sentiment, “Daddy, I still haven't cum yet.”

“I know pretty girl, daddy will take care of it.” and like clockwork, he rocked his hips into yours, at a much softer pace this time. You locked your legs around his back in an attempt to bring him closer to you. His hand initially gripping your throat, moved to cup your face, while his other took place between your legs, pushing you closer to your impending orgasm. He could feel that you were close in the way your cunt gripped his cock so tantalizingly.

“Cum for me doll, I'm right there.”

And with that, rapture rippled through your body, and a long moan of his title fell from your lips. As he said, he was there with you, your orgasms in sync. His hips came to a halt and cum flooded your cunt, a feeling you wanted to endure for forever.

Slowly, he pulled from your cunt, and clothed himself before wrapping your shaking figure in one of his overshirts. He made sure to take good care of your sensitive mind as he took you into his arms and sat you on his lap, holding you close to his chest.

“There we go baby, you were so good for me.”

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914 notes • Posted 2021-10-17 01:05:10 GMT

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2134 notes • Posted 2021-05-22 14:32:12 GMT

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