If you do Jily how about James fucking Lily's cramps away

If yyou don't do Jily, then the same with Trans!Reggie

Or maybe.... Both? Jegulily? Maybe? 👀

Sorry this took me forever nonnie!! I actually already have this with jegulus here! (And there may or may not be more coming on this topic)

I do write both and since I made you wait so long here is both jily and jegulily

Jily:

Anyways, it's a little awkward at first. They're both comfortable with the it and understand that it will get a little messy but they still don't want to ruin their sheets. James is so sweet though, he laid out some towels and arranged the pillows around the bed so she would be comfortable. He's kissing her everywhere, her lips, her jaw, her shoulders, her boobs, her tummy, her thighs. God how James loves her thighs. It's nice but Lily is getting impatient, one, because his lips and tongue were getting her worked up and his position between her legs was stopping her from getting any friction to hold her over, and two, because as much as she was enjoying this there were still cramps rolling through her lower stomach and it was hard not to tense and curl up in pain. So she tells James to hurry it up, making sure he knows she loves what he's doing but needing him to get one with it. So he does, he's gentle with it as he fucks into her, holding tightly to her hips to keep them in place. It’s so soft and loving and they’re both basking in each other’s bodies. The pain is lessening a bit and James is a good distraction and the two get lost in each other. Lily comes first, then James, and then he helps her finish again with his fingers. The two go to clean up together, James gets fresh pajamas for them straight from the dryer and they cuddle together for the rest of the evening.

Jegulily:

Lily's been grumpy all day. It felt like something was trying to claw it's way out of her stomach and she wanted nothing to do with anything not involving laying in bed. James was giving her a massage, sitting behind her and rubbing her shoulders the way she liked. It didn't stop her from doubling over and grabbing her stomach but at least it felt good between the waves of pain. Neither of them had noticed Reg standing in the door watching them but when they did, they couldn't miss the dark look in his eyes. Reg couldn't be blamed though, Lily had her shirt off and watching James’s oil covered hands working against the muscles was a sight to be seen. Reg sauntered over, he was only wearing a pair of sweats, and climbed onto the bed to kiss his girlfriend. He's biting and needy with it, teasing her "do Jamie’s hands feel good, love?" She's biting her lip and nodding her head, looking Reg over. He sits back up, hooking his hands in his waistband and lowering it to reveal the harness that was already situated on his waist. "If you want, it helps? James and I tried it once for me." He asks, clear in what he's referring to. Lily just nods her head again and Reg stands to finish taking off his pants and getting himself ready. He's climbing back on the bed over her again and gives her kiss, then James, and then Lily again while his hands wander up Lily's legs. He gets to her pussy and is running his fingers over her clit in a way that makes her whimper from the back of her throat. "His hands must really feel good." He teases. Lily whines and tips her head back to see James blushing. She can feel him hard against her back. "Please Reg, just... I'm ready." Regulus, with his strap situated nicely against him pushes into her quickly, bottoming out and forcing the air from her lungs. He’s quick and hard like he always his and it’s perfect for Lily. The feeling takes over her and all she can think and feel anymore is her partner moving inside her and her other pressed hard against her back, letting out quiet noises from the friction. They are so in tune with each other as their bodies build and build until they’re all falling over the edge. They all take some time to breathe and then Regulus is helping to clean them all up and James is rubbing Lily’s temples as she finally is able to nap for a bit in relief

me, rereading several of my half-finished oneshots and drafts: huh i love this. damn i'm a good writer. man, i want to read more of this.

me, remembering i have to sit down to write to finish these fics: ah

my brain is so evil. why do i have no energy to clean my room. why does it all go to writing weird fucked up yuri. like why am i sitting here enraptured heart and soul by a piece of writing that was meant to be a fragment at best but i am discovering has three entire parts to it. why is that where we are at. i need to clean my fucking room

what i am simply going to do is take my own fucking advice

*Taps mic* Hello folks, friendly neighborhood writer here with a small little update, because turns out that I underestimated myself for once in my life.

PSA: From Chapter 29 and Forward, The Publishing of QuintSum will take a break until I have finished the fic. It's a whole fucking thing to publish and edit consistently and I actually really don't like it that much. So y'all are getting the first 50k ish, and then y'all will have to wait. I'll let y'all know when it's being published again but until then, you'll have to wait until it's finished. (For the record, I'm more than 3/4 through, so it's not like I've given up, I just hate publishing as I go even more than I thought I did.)

(Chapter 28 and 29 will still be posted, given that ch.27 is the most recent one out right now, so you have two more chapters until I go MIA until this science experiment finishes.)

(And if you wonder why it's 29 specifically, it's because it's the end of the current arc, and I'm not going to waste this perfect opportunity to not end in the middle of a damn arc.)

What if I made this as off-putting as possible instead of romantic.

This paper is actually going quite well.

Too bad it's complete bullshit.

literally the primary benefit of being a writer is when you reach a point in a draft and suddenly everything makes sense and falls into place and it's so intensely satisfying that suddenly, for a few moments, you get to unlock shrimp emotions

So, like...I have finally reached the point in my Trauma Healing Journey when I'm discovering that while I am still a bit mentally ill and very neurodivergent I'm nowhere near as bad as I was/thought I was.

Turns out a lot of the worst of my mental demons was just bad living situations.

And that is a truly baffling and wonderful discovery at 35 years old. That I'm still mostly okay. The wiring inside will never be normal but I'm mostly okay. And I'm finally in a place where I'm getting better.

now the question is. am i going to study for my test that is 40% of my grade. or am i gonna write for zukka week

sometimes...... legends canon star wars..... is worse.

unstoppable force (my desire to write) meets immovable object (my chronic illness)

i’ve gotten really bad over break at falling asleep in a time frame where i can wake up in the morning and function at capacity. but in other news i’ve written a very angry song aimed at my father. so that’s fun

the more i learn about stranger things the more i realize that it is really just one long scp tale that was slightly altered for consumption of the general public.

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So much of typing in particular as I get older is just shouting at myself 'USE THE FONT EVEN IF IT'S NOT YOUR FAVE. SET THE SIZE TO 12 OR MORE EVEN IF YOU THINK IT LOOKS CRAP/MAKES THE DRAFT SEEM TOO LENGTHY. YOUR EYES CAN'T DO IT LIKE THEY COULD BEFORE; WHY ARE YOU INTENTIONALLY MAKING THIS HARDER FOR YOURSELF?'

and I don't even have a good answer for that lmao