#james potter has a breeding kink
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Here's a little smut drabble for prongsfoot! Idea taken shamelessly from @impishtubist , who posted a bunch of prongsfoot breeding headcanons when @ambrxsiaa wanted them.
SMUT WARNING
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"Would you like that, Jamie?" Sirius grunted, gripping James' hip with one hand, thrusting hard enough to punch a wet hiccup out of him. "You wanna get knocked up? Wanna have my babies?"
James mewled, fingers fumbling to grip onto something, anything. Sirius' fingers found his clit, and his hips jerked upwards at the relentless pressure, a stuttered moan slipping off his tongue. The image of having a round belly flashed through his pleasure-addled mind, of being pregnant, being full of Sirius' babies—
"I'm going to fuck a whole litter of puppies into you."
James' orgasm hit him like a freight train. He arched off the bed with a loud wail, eyes rolling back into his head and walls clamping down viciously around Sirius' cock. Sirius fucked him through it, fast and hard and still playing with his clit, till his nerves were on fire and his hips were twitching weakly.
"You're so gorgeous Jamie," he heard faintly through the haze of his climax, "fuck, so pretty for me."
James clenched down on Sirius just as he rolled his clit between two fingers, and gasped when his nerves sparked with overstimulation, white lightning flashing behind his eyelids. He clenched harder. Sirius' hips lost their rhythm, and he moaned next to James' ear, bowing his head down to press his forehead to James' shoulder.
James shuddered as Sirius' release spilled into him, filling him up, reaching every crevice.
Sirius slumped, dropping his body weight on top of James. Both of them breathed heavily, cheeks resting against each other's, chests heaving with the force of their orgasms. A few moments later, Sirius huffed out an breathless laugh.
James blinked blearily. "What?" he rasped, and Sirius shook his head.
"Nothing," he murmured. "Just.. fuck, I never thought you having a breeding kink would be so hot. Fuck."
James' face burned. Sirius giggled quietly, pressing a soft kiss to James' temple.
"Yes, well," James replied, winking even though his cheeks were bright red. "We both know I'm hot."
Sirius' giggles turned into laughter, and leaned down to give James a proper kiss.
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happy birthday, second-sister <3
A while back, I did a poll about what character I should breed next in my fics, and it was a VERY close call between James and Remus, and you BEGGED for James..................so I wrote you both lmao.
Anyway have an absolutely delightful birthday, @second-sister !
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“Here we are, Moons! That’s the last of it,” James says cheerfully, setting the last box on the floor. He straightens, resting one hand on the small of his back and the other on his belly. “Whew! Somehow, I always forget what it’s like to essentially be carrying around an extra bowling ball. Or two, in this case. How are you feeling?”
Remus is stretched out on the couch, an arm thrown over his eyes, his other arm wrapped around his stomach. He lifts his arm to glare at James, then drops it again.
“Right, not feeling great,” James says. “No problem! I’ll help you go through all these things. Budge up.”
He pats Remus’s leg, and Remus bends his legs at the knees to make room on the far cushion so James can sit down. James opens the box. It’s packed with newborn babygrows, some of which are almost new.
“You’re sure you won’t need those?” Remus sounds drowsy, probably from the low-dose anti-nausea potion James forced down his throat earlier. He’s already having a hard time of it, poor thing, and he’s not even out of his first trimester yet.
“We’ve got plenty,” James says, waving a hand. “We’ve got four kids’ worth of clothes and toys in the attic. You’ll be doing us a favor, taking some of it off our hands. Oh, look!”
He pulls a babygrow out of the box that says Top Dog on it. “This was Harry’s first outfit. You have to take it.”
Remus musters a smile. “I think Sirius got that for him.”
“He did, and his own baby should also wear it. C’mon, Moony, it’ll be perfect.” James is already tearing up at the thought of their kids sharing this piece of clothing. Bloody hormones. He loves being pregnant, don’t get him wrong, but the one thing he can do without are the wild emotional swings.
Over the course of the afternoon, they slowly fill some boxes with clothing, toys, and books the Potter children have outgrown.
“Ugh, I don’t know how you love this so much,” Remus groans finally, slumping back on the couch. He’s looking a little pale, and James grabs a bin just in case.
“Well, it helps that I never have morning sickness,” James says, and Remus glares at him.
“You’d probably love it even if you did.”
He’s got a point. James realizes it’s weird how much he enjoys pregnancy--they’ve got four kids to prove it, with five and six on the way--but he doesn’t spend much time worrying about it. So what if it’s weird? He loves watching his body change, loves the weird cravings, loves Lily’s foot rubs and feeling their little ones kick. He’s never had a difficult birth, either, delivering all their babies at home pretty much within an hour or two of going into labor. Hazza was the fastest of them, making his debut in the back garden while Remus and Sirius were over for lunch one day. James had barely had the chance to stand up before the little rascal was crowning.
“Probably,” James says. He doesn’t have much of a lap these days, but he can fit one of Remus’s feet on his knee, and he starts rubbing Remus’s ankle. Remus hums, closing his eyes. “I know this isn’t what you two had planned, but you’re both going to be excellent dads. I hope you know that.”
“Sirius will be,” Remus says.
“You too, Moons. The two of you practically raised Neville.”
A shadow passes over Remus’s face, there and gone in the space of a blink. It still stings all these years later, that Neville was given to his grandmother to raise instead of his godfather. Augusta made sure that Remus got to be involved in Neville’s life, but James knows that Remus wanted nothing more than to fulfill his duties as godfather properly.
As if on cue, the front door bursts open and Harry comes into the house like a whirlwind, Neville following more sedately behind him. Lily and Sirius bring up the rear, arms laden with shopping bags.
“Did you have fun?” James asks as Harry perches next to him on the arm of the couch.
“Yeah!” Harry says. “Don’t get mad, though.”
“Why would I get mad?”
“Because your son released every snake in the reptile house at the zoo,” Lily huffs, bending to kiss James on top of the head. “We had to Obliviate half of London.”
“What happened to the snakes?” Remus asks. He sits up, scooting closer to James so Neville can sit next to him. Neville leans automatically into his godfather, and Remus wraps an arm around him.
“Don’t worry, Moons, we made sure they were all sent home to their respective countries.” Sirius bends to kiss him on the cheek. “You know Harry would never speak to us again if we hadn’t. Are we taking all of this home?”
“You are,” James says cheerfully.
“You realize we’re only having one baby, right, not sixteen?” Sirius surveys the twenty-three boxes with dismay.
“Don’t worry, Pads, this will last you until they’re at least eighteen months old,” James says.
Remus pales, and only James’s Quidditch-fast reflexes save both the sofa, carpet, and Neville’s shoes. He shoves the bin under Remus’s face right before he retches.
“Oh, Moony.” Sirius rubs his husband’s back. “I’m sorry, love.”
Neville pats Remus’s shoulder consolingly. Remus finishes retching, and Lily casts a spell to clean the bin while Sirius does a mouth-cleaning charm on Remus.
“You three should get home.” Lily shrinks all twenty-three boxes, places them in a sack, and hands them to Sirius. “I’ll come by and check on you tomorrow at lunchtime.”
“Aw, Mum!” Harry complains. “Can’t Neville stay?”
“Er--” Neville fidgets, reddening slightly. “Maybe another time?”
James gets it. Neville has been the focal point of Sirius’s and Remus’s lives for the past nine years, and having a baby on the way is a huge adjustment for him. He wants to spend as much time with his uncles as he can before the little one arrives.
“Sorry, Haz, we’ve got big plans with Nev tonight,” Sirius says, ruffling Neville’s hair. He steps over Remus’s legs and crouches in front of James, placing his hands on James’s swollen belly. “You hear that, babies? It’s movie night, so you’ve got to stay put for at least another twenty-four hours.”
Longer than that, James hopes. He can’t wait to meet the twins, but he knows a part of him will be disappointed if he doesn’t make it to his due date. He wants to savor every second of his last pregnancy.
Sirius presses a loud, smacking kiss to James’s stomach, then gets to his feet and helps Remus up. Remus can’t stomach Apparition or Floo right now, so Sirius drove the three of them in his car. It’s an hour’s journey back to the cottage, so James wordlessly holds out the now-Scourgified bin for them to take with. Sirius waves it off.
“We’ve already got one in the car. Learned the hard way that we need to keep a bin wherever this one goes.” He wraps an arm around Remus’s waist and offers a hand to Neville. “Come on, boys. Let’s go home.”
They leave, and Harry goes up to his room. Their three youngest are with James’s parents for the night. Harry had decided to skip the sleepover with his grandparents so that he could spend the day at the zoo instead. James has a sinking feeling that, sooner or later, they’re going to end up with more than a few snakes from the garden inside their house. Harry’s always been more than a bit obsessed with them.
“I’d ask how you’re feeling,” Lily says, “but I know the answer will be spectacular.”
“You’re not wrong,” James says. “Wouldn’t say no to a foot rub, though, and we can talk about Christmas plans.”
Lily sits on the couch and pulls James’s feet into her lap, giving him a stern look. “I am not knocking you up again.”
“Come on, Lils,” James says. “The babies will be six months by then, and seven kids is a great number to have. That’s basically an entire Quidditch team! We have the room to build another addition, and--”
“No, James.”
#imp is writing#james potter#remus lupin#jily#wolfstar#the server decided that james would absolutely LOVE being pregnant and remus would HATE it#so here we are#james potter has a breeding kink#remus lupin does NOT have a breeding kink#but sirius black sure does lmao
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Hello, I was wondering if it'd be possible for you to do an enemies to lovers with Harry Potter (with smut)? I feel like since Harry's life has been focused on Voldemort, he hasn't had a lot of time to think about things like crushes, and he's only had a couple of girlfriends here and there, but he's never felt such strong feelings for someone like y/n, so he deals with them by having a disliking towards her. (maybe he has a breeding kink? 🙏🙏) Maybe she's dracos sister? I dunno, all I know is that your fanfics are beautifully written, and you are my FAV tumblr author. Thank you ❤️
hi! thank you so much for requesting! you are so so sweet, i appreciate it so much <3 i had a lotttt of fun writing this one, i hope you like it!
pairing: harry james potter x fem!slytherin!reader (18+)
summary: harry becomes infatuated with you, draco malfoy's little sister, whom he's extremely protective over. though harry's confusion when it came to you lead him to hating you for several years, he eventually sees who you truly are, and loves what he finds.
c/w: mostly angst/fluff, slow burn, some smut at the end (oral & penetrative sex with some minor breeding kink). and, of course, briefly edited, all lowercase, not exactly book/movie/canon accurate, you know me !
word count: 14.6k (i'm so sorry)
a/n: soo i kinda ran with the draco's sister plot line lol. i actually had 2 other requests that also asked for a slytherin reader, so i tried to make it all in one! i hope everyone enjoys!
it wasn't until year 2 that harry learned draco actually had a little sister who would now be attending hogwarts with them. "how did you not know?" hermione had asked him, dumbfounded. "you've never heard someone mention [y/n] malfoy?"
harry tried to pay attention to hermione's questions, but he couldn't stop staring at you. you only vaguely looked like draco, maybe more so from certain angles, but there was something so completely different and unique about you. you carried yourself differently than draco. no constant sneer or narrowed eyes looking for trouble; instead, a soft smile, gentle touch, and nervous giggle. harry wasn't sure what to make of you. how could someone like you be related to such an evil pest like draco malfoy?
"blimey, harry, we're over here," ron whines, snapping his fingers in harry's face. harry looks back at his friends with guilt. "sorry, it's just, she doesn't seem related to draco," he says.
hermione makes a face. "i still wouldn't trust her regardless, the malfoys are nothing but evil trouble,"
harry glances back at you again, laughing with a few other first year girls waiting for the sorting hat.
it came as no surprise to anyone when you, a malfoy heir, were quickly sorted as a slytherin, their table erupting into cheers as you excitedly ran to a cheerful draco. harry remarked this as one of the first times he's seen draco actually look happy, a genuine grin plastered across his face as he gives you a big hug.
it almost feels wrong to see draco be affectionate with someone. harry's never seen someone make draco soften so much so quickly. as he's guiding you to sit next to him at the table, harry can actually hear him congratulating you. "see, i told you, nothing to worry about."
seeing him be so brotherly with you was so off putting it was almost upsetting to harry. if draco does have feelings, then why is he so awful to harry and his friends for no reason? and not just them, but to almost every student or professor? it just made no sense to him. harry hated hypocrites.
after the ceremony, harry's heading to the gryffindor common room when draco sharply cuts in front of him, standing nose to nose in the hallway.
draco looks harry up and down with a sneer. "i saw you staring at my baby sister, potter. try anything with her and you're dead."
harry's caught off guard but sneers back at draco, disgusted at his insinuation. "wasn't planning on it, draco. hermione's right, your family is nothing but trouble."
you come up behind draco, pulling on his robes softly. "draco," you say.
draco gives you one last warning look before taking you by the shoulders, guiding you away from harry. "let's go, [y/n]," he says with disgust.
as draco pulls you away, you swiftly turn over your shoulder and wave at harry with a big grin on your face. "hi, harry!" you call out excitedly before draco turns you around and walks you down the hallway quicker.
harry waves weakly. now he's really not sure what to think. draco is clearly protective of you and doesn't want you to even talk to harry. but you seem so kind and friendly, and harry can't deny how cute your smile is…
harry brushes off the situation, meeting ron and hermione at the top of the stairs where they were waiting for him. "what was that all about?" ron asked.
harry rolls his eyes. "nothing. can we just go?"
ron and hermione look at each other, a bit confused at harry's annoyance, but don't push him any further.
it's on this walk with ron and hermione that harry decides he hates you. as far as he's concerned, you're just another draco to him. he doesn't care if you seem nice, hermione's right - he can't trust you. not even for a second. not even if you look at him with those big beautiful eyes, that soft smile, your infectious giggle…no, harry hates you. and he hates draco. nothing's going to change that.
harry actually manages to not have another interaction with you until the beginning of 4th year, though that never stopped the longing stares between you two. harry often caught you attempting to talk to him, but always figured out a way around it to avoid you completely. he wasn't scared of draco's threat; harry knew he was serious but he wasn't afraid of draco. he simply had no desire to be around you, not even for a second.
mainly because he knew you could easily win him over if you wanted to.
harry had tried to deny it for over a year before he finally admitted to himself that fine, okay, maybe he does find [y/n] extremely pretty…but that doesn't have to mean anything. he still avoided you like the plague as draco continued to torment harry and his friends like normal.
at the beginning of fourth year, however, you made it a point to find harry when he was alone and practically force him into a conversation with you. he tries to get away when he sees it's you coming up next to him in the hallway, but you grab his arm. "harry. please."
harry pauses. he hasn't really heard your voice since you were in your first year, and only barely. it was so soft and kind, and just a hint sad as you asked him to speak for a moment.
he turns to you reluctantly. he knew this wasn't going to be good. he's already a little lost just looking in your eyes, but keeps himself focused as you begin talking to him.
"you've been avoiding me for almost 3 years now, and don't try to deny it because i'm not stupid…" you say, your tone of sadness only more pronounced. harry's awkwardly diverting his gaze, watching as you both slowly become some of the only students left in the hallway. he doesn't intend on replying, instead letting silence fill the air between you.
"i know you and draco don't get along but, can't we at least be civil? i'm not like him like that," you ask, your voice slightly desperate.
harry glares at you, ripping his arm away from your lingering grasp. he was never one to get angry at someone being so kind to him without reason, but he just couldn't stand you. you confused him, you made his heart race, you made him feel crazy for disliking someone so intensely when they haven't done anything wrong, but he couldn't help it.
"draco is an evil, blood purist bully. and as far as i'm concerned, you're nothing but his little shadow. so no, we cannot be civil." harry spits at you, his voice dripping in anger.
your face drops, but he's already stomping away, his blood pumping from the adrenaline rush of simply speaking to you.
"well fuck off, then. i was just being nice."
harry turns around at your loud voice, seeing you in tears just before you turn around and run out of the hallway, a few lingering students watching and looking over at harry as well.
harry just ignores them and continues walking away. he feels guilty, of course, you really were just trying to be nice despite harry's relationship with draco, but harry can't let his guard down for even a second. he's got so many other parts of his life that require his attention and time, he can't risk getting caught up in his feelings over his enemy's sister in the middle of it all.
it was easier for both of you if harry just put that wall up right away and ignored his other feelings for you. the feelings of longing, the feeling of guilt…
after that day, you and harry hadn't spoken to each other again. there was always looking, staring from across the room in both admiration and disdain. you found harry to be incredibly rude after that encounter and never saw him quite the same, but you couldn't help but watch him through the years as he grew into himself. and he had the same issue, only finding you more and more beautiful as time went on, from an adorable girl with the cutest laugh he's ever heard to a gorgeous woman in every sense of the word.
harry had a few crushes throughout this time at hogwarts and, ironically, even dated his best friend's sister at some point, but always found himself disinterested in all of them after a while for one reason or another. harry was constantly on edge these last few years and would practically lose himself in the situations he was in. his world would be turned upside down and he was expected to fix it every time. at that point, he just couldn't bring himself to care about a crush or even a relationship after experiencing what he's gone through.
what harry did always care about, though, was you.
not in a traditional sense, at least. he didn't necessarily want bad things to happen to you, not at all actually. he had always kept an eye on you during your years together. he didn't have any reason to, you guys were anything but friends, but harry felt a responsibility to keep you safe for some reason.
by harry's last year, draco had more or less left him alone completely. no more bullying or picking fights or spewing names, draco was now a sullen shell of who he used to be with no motivation to do anything but graduate and leave hogwarts behind.
harry couldn't blame him. he had to give it to draco, he went through a lot. though harry believed it all happened due to draco's own stupidity and selfishness that left him alone and depressed in the end, he still felt for him, if only a little bit. if not for what it did to you.
you had never given in to your family's connections to the dark lord, even when things were at their most detrimental point in the war, you stood with your fellow classmates, and, ultimately, with harry. draco couldn't say the same.
harry remembers being shocked, but not entirely sure why. he knew who you really were outside of your surname: a kind, understanding, empathetic person who brought light to people's days. but still, after all this time, there was a part of harry that still believed it might have all just been an act. he knew he was being ridiculous once he saw you turn away from your own parents and brother, not for harry, but for what was right.
since then, harry's felt different about you. rather than feeling anger or confusion whenever he saw your face or the back of your head in the hall, all he felt was happiness. he was happy to see you, happy that everything was okay now, happy that you had been genuine this whole time…though, of course, that came with the guilt of being so awful to you previously.
harry had been meaning to apologize to you and finally settle things before the end of the year. the issue was getting you away from draco.
since draco began struggling after the war, you two were practically attached at the hip. you tried everything in your power to help your brother, to be there for him, to reassure him; it killed you to see him so disappointed in everything, especially himself. harry found it sweet, of course, just how much you were willing to try for draco, but he ultimately saw it as a lost cause. if draco wanted to wallow in self-pity for knowingly being on the wrong side of the war, harry couldn't care less.
however, he cared for you, of course, so he respected your space around draco as harry knew he would only make things worse.
he was still determined to speak to you alone, so he figured out what classes you and draco had, both together and separately, and found a time where you would be alone. your last class of the day ended before draco's did, so harry waited by your classroom door until the bell rang.
once he saw you exit, talking with a friend, it took him a moment to build the courage to interrupt the conversation. but he knew he had to do this now, or else he'd never do it at all.
"[y/n]," harry said, coming up behind you and your friend. you both turned to him, your face instantly going pale. "oh," your friend had said, looking at you and harry before giving you a smirk and a simple goodbye.
you waved her off and turned back to harry, a complex look on your face. harry smiled tightly. "i was, um, wondering if we could speak, just for a moment," harry stumbles through his words, gesturing to an empty hall to your right. you take a moment to look around you, but nod at him and head around the corner to the less used hallway.
harry sighs as you turn to him, arms crossed, watching intently. "uh, look," harry says awkwardly, his hands going to his head in stress. "just, since everything that's happened, i've been thinking a lot…" harry continues, not able to look at you.
"i'm sure you have," you say softly. your voice is a mix of sincerity and sarcasm. it stings. harry can tell you're disappointed, angry, sad, and above all, completely hurt.
he chooses his next words carefully. "i'm sorry. for everything. for what happened with you and your family. for putting you through so much. for treating you how i did. i let my anger for draco and your family get in the way of my judgment." harry says softly, staring at the ground. "you didn't deserve that. none of you did. and i'll live with the guilt forever."
you're still watching harry, your weight shifting to the side, arms slowly uncrossing.
"i'm not asking you to forgive me. i just wanted to say sorry." harry sighs, sneaking a look at you before quickly looking away down the hall. your expression is unreadable. confusion, shock, sadness.
you leave a few moments of silence before replying, thinking of what you want to say to harry after all these years. you clear your throat, your hands folding together in front of you. "you should be sorry," you say simply.
harry's heart drops, but he's not surprised at your response. he knows you won't be easy to win over.
"i grew up idolizing you, harry. do you know how heartbreaking it was for you to hate me because of something i can't control?" your voice is breaking, your eyes turning away from him as well. harry doesn't move or respond. he knows he deserves to hear this.
you sigh shakily, trying to regain control. "but," you say sharply, causing harry to look towards you. your eyes were still diverted, nervously wringing your hands together. "there's no guilt to be had. you didn't do anything. you didn't choose this life. everything that happened to all of us was happening to you too." you say flatly.
you glance at harry, who's surprised at your words. "you were just a kid, harry." you tell him softly. harry's eyes threaten to tear up as he turns his head away quickly. you look back down the hall in front of you. "but so was i, and i didn't deserve that from you. so, yes, while i don't forgive you yet, i do accept your apology." you say with a suppressed smile. harry also has a small smile on his cheeks from what you can see.
another few moments of silence pass before harry sighs, relieved. "well, thank you."
the bell rings, and harry's heart drops. draco. he's going to be looking for you. he turns to the other hallway before looking back at you. "i guess i better go," he says. you smile sadly at him. "yeah. guess so." you say quietly.
harry gives you a sad smile too before leaving you behind, looking around to make sure draco wasn't close by before leaving down the hall.
harry wasn't afraid of draco. he never had been, but he certainly didn't want to see how he'd react to harry talking to his sister, even just casually. harry understands to an extent, if he had a sister he'd never let her near draco–but that's because he's draco. harry's a good guy, and he'd treat you well.
harry shakes his head at his thoughts.
what is he doing? he just wanted to apologize to you. nothing more. just because you make his heart flutter and are probably the most beautiful girl he'll ever know doesn't mean he has to like you. even though harry can't deny just how much he admired you for what you sacrificed during the war. when you turned your back to lucius and narcissa, your face stained with tears, hands in a fist, harry remembers thinking this must be what an angel looks like in real life. all of the evil in the world at your fingertips to corrupt you and you were strong enough, smart enough, to say no to it all in the face of war.
but that didn't have to mean anything, right?
right. harry could appreciate what you've done and still keep his distance with you. he apologized for his behavior, and you might've proved his suspicions about you to be wrong, but you were still a malfoy. one good, precious apple out of the entire rotten orchard isn't going to change his mind.
the next day, harry's just splitting ways with hermione outside the library when he catches your eye from down the hall. "harry!" you call out, walking quickly in his direction.
harry turns to you, instinctively smiling before letting his face go blank. "[y/n]," he says, surprised, as you come up beside him. "what's wrong?"
you laugh a bit, giving harry a look. "what? nothing's wrong. i figured we could maybe eat lunch together."
harry's a bit stunned. he takes a look around you both. obviously you had been alone, but he was still a bit suspicious of draco's absence. you two had been practically glued together this last year or so, it was almost odd to see you without him.
"oh, sure, um…" harry says, still shocked as he continues scanning the faces around you. you laugh again, putting your hand on harry's arm as you guide him to the dining hall. "just us, don't worry. draco's sick in bed for the day."
harry's a bit relieved at your words, but gets the sense that you think harry's afraid of draco seeing you two together. he might not want it to happen for one reason or another, but he's not afraid. he just wants to be respectful. though he's not entirely sure why, as draco has never given him the same in return.
sitting down at an empty spot at the gryffindor table, you start making a plate for yourself with the plentiful food options in front of you. harry sits across from you, his heart racing thinking about everyone seeing [y/n] malfoy and harry potter spending time together. weren't they well-known enemies of the school? i thought they hated each other? what does draco think about this?
harry started eating his food along with you, a comfortable but strange silence falling over you two. he wasn't sure if he should break it by asking why you wanted to meet with him, and he wasn't sure if he really wanted to know why.
after a few minutes, you wipe your face with a napkin and set down your utensils. "harry, i wanted to tell you something."
really? harry's heart could only beat harder. that was the last thing he wanted to hear from you right now. he was already practically sweating from the anxiety.
harry waits patiently for you, his eyes fixed on yours. he notices just how pretty they are in comparison to your skin, hair, lips, it just all makes sense together, like someone was extensively planning a beautiful painting when it came to your features.
you seem a tad nervous before looking down at your food and continuing. "i've decided i would like to try and be friends, if you'd like that." you seem flustered, almost embarrassed to ask. "i know there's been a lot of complications since year 3 when i first asked to be civil, but…y'know, like i already let spill, i've really admired you my whole life and…"
harry has never seen you so nervous. it was totally endearing, your mannerisms, your quiet voice, like a pet wanting approval.
"and, i think i would just really love to spend some time with you. and learn how to forgive you, of course." you add on the last part with a bit of coldness. it subtly reminds harry of draco. but you flash him a smirk before taking another bite of food, and it's like draco never existed.
harry smiles warmly. just a year ago if you had asked him this he would've laughed in your face and ignored you because it angered him that you think you two could ever be friends. but harry's changed a lot since then, he sees the human in you, and he's no longer suspicious of your intentions. though his guard is still up, he's not sure it'll ever really come down, he wants to reach out to you now.
with another bite of his food as well, harry casually nods his head. "yeah, i think we could be friends."
more silence passes before you finish your plate. "well, to commemorate our newfound friendship," you say as you raise your glass to him. harry chuckles. "a toast after we've already eaten?" he asks incredulously. you roll your eyes slightly, a smile still poking at your lips. "just do it, potter."
potter. the nickname can only remind him of draco. but somehow, it feels different coming from your mouth, in your voice. it's not harsh, it's not condescending, if anything it's full of love and care. it's admirable.
harry picks up his own glass and clinks it against yours, still chuckling to himself. "to newfound friendship."
it had been a few weeks of you and harry hanging out, and he was over the moon about it. you two had wonderful chemistry together, he'd come to learn, and your sense of humor was enthralling to him. you were always able to get a smile out of him, even sometimes just from a single look. you both enjoyed reading and would spend hours at the library together, you enjoyed going to harry's last few quidditch matches of the year to cheer him on, and harry loved helping you study for your exams. the more time you spent together, the more harry had let his guard down around you. you were really starting to grow on him. he found himself thinking about you all the time, and not in a negative way like he used to for so many years.
now, when he thought of or saw you, his heart ached with how much he truly cared about you. he thought about the night you two ended up sneaking out together simply just to talk under the moonlight, where you told him everything about your complicated relationship with your family. he told you all about his fight against voldemort, the months he spent looking for horcruxes, and what it was like being the chosen one at such a young age. he remembers how intently you watched and listened to him. he had never met someone so intrigued by his life and feelings. you were extremely empathetic to what he had gone through, and it was refreshing to harry. he remembers looking at you under the moon, and thinking you were truly the most beautiful thing in the world, inside and out.
when he thought of or saw you, he remembered the time you spent together just before christmas, exchanging presents in the solitary of his bedroom. simple, small gifts wrapped perfectly and neatly with sentimental value for both of you. he thought about the hug you gave him as you left his room, his gift still in hand, holding him for a few moments longer than you normally did. the way you'd said, "happy christmas, harry," with the softest, sweetest voice in the world.
when harry thought of or saw you, all he could think about was the care and admiration he had for you that only grew with time. at first.
then, he thought about draco.
harry always thought about draco when he was with you. not that he wanted to, he wished he could focus all his attention on you in the moment, but you were still his sister. harry was reminded each time you gave him a bit of attitude or curled your lips away from him that you were, in fact, still a malfoy, and your time spent with him wouldn't be looked at favorably by anyone in your family. most especially draco.
harry never brought up the prospect of your family unprompted. he knew it was a sensitive subject, but he also knew it would never end well with you. one way or another, by the end of the school year, harry was leaving and you couldn't follow. as much as he loved being around you and valued your budding friendship, he knew it was destined to fail from the beginning. he was everything your family hated and spent their lives working against. he was the chosen one. though he's sacrificed many aspects of his life because of this title, you will undoubtedly be his most painful.
and he certainly never brought up draco, as the idea itself made him sick to his stomach. it was bad enough you were related to him, but the fact that you spent pretty much every moment with draco when you weren't with harry made his skin crawl. he knew your relationship with him was not negotiable. you loved draco so deeply it was almost foreign to harry. the way you talked about him that night under the moon and the experiences he's had to go through did make harry empathize with him more than he had previously, but he was still full of anger and hatred for the little blonde boy who tried to make harry's school years a living hell.
he was thinking this over as he examined a framed picture of your family sitting on your nightstand. harry had been to your room quite a few times this year to hang out, and he was always intrigued by this specific picture. your parents, sitting in elegant thrones with you and draco on either side. you looked so out of place. not because of your stance or expression, but you just simply looked different. if harry had never known, he would've never guessed you were born into the malfoy family.
"that's a terrible photo," you laugh at harry as you continue working on an assignment. you had asked him to come help you, but really you just wanted his presence near you. harry knew this. once he figured out that most of your invitations to "study together" just meant you wanted to be near him for an hour or so every day, he was extremely grateful to provide his help. he didn't mind being around you at all, actually.
"it's…definitely something," harry laughs off, taking his attention away from the photo and topic in general.
harry sits beside you on the bed, your back on your pillows as he sits with his feet on the ground. harry's just about to bring up something when you lean towards him, holding your book in your lap. "hey, can you explain this to me?" you ask, still looking down at your assignment on the other page. "i've read this like 10 times and i still don't get it," you point out a paragraph for harry as you scoot closer to him.
harry leans in, closer than he's ever been with you, and reads the passage to himself quietly. as he's reading, he can see you shifting nervously beside him. your hands were delicately holding the book open for him, still resting on your legs, his head just below yours.
"oh, uh, i think it's talking about…" harry starts off, trying to reread the difficult wording of the section. "bloody hell," he mumbles, frustrated, reaching for the book himself to get a better look at the paragraph. you chuckle breathily, and it hits the back of harry's neck. he immediately gets chills.
he looks up towards you, and your face is nearly touching his. he would've moved away sooner but he'd be damned if he didn't take this opportunity to truly appreciate just how deeply beautiful your eyes were right now.
not a moment later, your door opens from behind harry, and he doesn't even have to look to know who it is.
you both turn slowly to see draco standing in the doorway, his eyes flashing between you and harry sitting so closely on your bed. "dray," you gasp, standing up from beside harry.
harry's frozen. the look on draco's face is one of shock and disappointment. his lips curled down tightly, a familiar darkness growing in his eyes as he focuses on harry sitting on his sister's bed.
"so. i was right. you have been avoiding me." draco says towards you as he continues to glare at harry. harry stands with you, anger slowly growing inside of him for the situation at hand. this is the last way he wanted draco to find out you two were friends.
"dray, he was just helping–""i don't wanna hear it, [y/n]." draco interrupts you. this only pisses harry off more as his jaw clenches tightly.
a moment of silence passes briefly before draco speaks again. "i told you to stay away from him, did i somehow not make that clear?" draco's eyes divert to you, his stare even colder looking at you. you're stumbling looking for your words, but harry's anger gets the best of him in the moment.
"she can make her own decisions, malfoy."
draco's eyes snap back to harry, his fists balling up at his sides. your hand instinctively goes in front of harry as you step towards draco. "it would be wise of you to shut your bloody mouth now, potter. you were the one all over my baby sister in her bed just a moment ago." draco's words are leaking with rage, taking steps closer towards harry.
"dray, stop it," you warn him, now standing between him and harry.
"[y/n], you can't be fucking serious right now. you've loathed him for years. we both have. what are you doing? have you lost your mind? i'm genuinely asking," draco is dumbfounded at his sister's actions, scanning you up and down.
"that's not even true, draco, and you know that." you tell him in a cracking voice, tears stinging your eyes. harry wants nothing more than to save you from the heartache you're experiencing in this moment. part of him wants to hurt draco for making you cry. but, inside, harry knows you would want to handle this by yourself. anything he did to hurt draco was inadvertently hurting you as well.
"harry has been nothing but a good friend to me this semester. he's even helped me pass my exams. don't do this to me right now," you tell draco slowly, tears still threatening to fall.
draco rolls his eyes at your last statement. "oh, do what? try and keep you safe? you're being utterly ridiculous right now, [y/n], and you and i both know it."
harry can sense there's something he's missing here. you and draco keep referencing something you both understand that harry doesn't seem to.
you're clearly frustrated as the first few tears start to fall down your cheeks. "i know what i'm doing, dray. please, don't you trust me?" you ask desperately, your voice shaking.
draco softens watching you fall apart in front of him. his eyes aren't as dark, his fists come undone, and he sighs as he breaks his stare at you.
"of course i do." he states simply, his voice now more solemn than angry.
"then trust me when i say i trust harry," you say. draco winces at your statement. "i know there's complicated feelings there but i love you, dray, and i want to be honest about who i'm spending my time with," you level with draco, taking a step towards him.
he glances towards harry, a look of disdain still lingering in his eyes, but looks at you with an apologetic look. "you should've been honest from the beginning," he insists.
you sigh. "i know. i'm sorry. i felt terrible lying to you. you have to understand it was killing me, dray…" your voice breaks again as you try to compose yourself. "but you know how i've felt for a long time."
harry can't decipher the tone in your last statement, but you say it so convincingly he breaks his stare from draco to look down at you, tear-stained cheeks and, still, your eyes are so beautiful to harry. he looks back at draco, who's watching him in disgust before looking back at you lovingly.
draco's analyzing your expression as his body relaxes. he sighs again, bringing you in for a hug.
harry steps to the side awkwardly as you and draco hug for a moment. you're still sniffling by the time he pulls away, wiping your cheeks with a gentle thumb. harry watches closely. it's so strange to see draco this soft in his presence. not even harry could get in the way of draco's clear dedication to you as more than a brother, but as a protector.
for a moment, harry saw a side of draco he knew existed but never fully realized was so strong.
"i know, [y/n/n]. it's okay. i'm sorry." draco tells you softly, his hands still holding your cheeks. you smile, tearfully, putting your hands on his before holding them in front of you. draco takes them back, fixing his shirt before looking at harry with a blank expression.
harry stays quiet. there's a lot he wants to say, but he waits for draco to break the silence.
"as for you, potter…" draco says, his voice less angry than before but still contained. harry looks at him expectedly. he's easily taller than draco now, and practices for quidditch way more than draco does anymore, so harry definitely has some muscle on him. if he were to ever try anything, harry wasn't afraid.
draco takes a moment to collect his thoughts before speaking. "while my beautiful sister is putting it lightly, my feelings towards you are more than complicated," he spits out, the anger seeping through before he breaks his stare and controls himself. "but," he says, a softness in his voice.
"she's a smart girl, and i trust that she's not making a mistake spending her time with you." draco looks at you with a hint of a smile before looking back at harry with a stoic expression. "and while i may not like it, we're adults now, and i'm no longer a threat to you," draco says simply before his face sours. "unless you so much as upset her just once, i swear to merlin potter–""draco." you interrupt his rage harshly, your eyes cold as ice as you caught his gaze.
harry smirks, but wipes it away so as to not make the situation worse. draco lets out an annoyed huff before apologizing to you curtly.
"well, best be on my way then, don't want to interrupt you two," draco says with a sneer, turning to the door. "i'll still see you for dinner tonight, right?" you ask eagerly, following and opening the door for draco. he nods. "of course," he says simply, leaning in to give you a gentle kiss on top of your head. with another dirty look at harry, draco turns and leaves silently.
you close the door with a shaky sigh, and harry's immediately coming to your side to comfort you. "[y/n], i'm so sorry that happened how it did. i never wanted to cause issues with you and draco," he explains, his hand instinctively reaching for your back to rub it comfortingly.
you're still collecting yourself, facing the door, turned away from harry as you sniffle and wipe your eyes. "it's okay," you say in a broken voice.
harry's heart aches at the sound. all he wants is to comfort you, hold you close, tell you it's okay to cry with him…
but he doesn't, because he knows he shouldn't.
"it's not okay, look how upset you are," harry says, bending down slightly to your height. "look, i wouldn't be upset if you told me you didn't want to see me anymore. your relationship with draco is important to you, and the last thing i want to do is complicate it," harry tells you softly.
you snap your head at him with a concerned look, eyes red from crying. "wh-what? no, i…don't say that," you stutter over yourself. you take a step towards harry, only a few inches apart at this point.
"harry, i want you in my life. even if draco didn't understand i would still…" you trail off, your eyes starting to water again as you blink the tears away. "i want you, harry," you say, your voice trembling with fear.
harry's mind is spinning hearing you say this. he's looking down at you, so close to him, so vulnerable, willing to lose what's closest to you just for him. you're so beautiful, so full of light, and so much more complex than he ever imagined. he's never felt so many feelings about one person so intensely all at once.
the only thing he knows, the only thing he can rely on, is that he wants you too.
harry's lost in your eyes for several seconds before he can respond. "i want you in my life, too," he says just above a whisper.
you smile, still a bit sad, but you seem fulfilled with his answer. stepping back and towards your bed, still wiping your eyes, you chuckle half-heartedly to yourself. "didn't think you'd see me cry so easily," you say, a little embarrassed as you shake your head. "i tried to fight it, but…" you continued laughing to yourself.
harry followed you, still giving you your space. he watched as you sat down on your bed with a sigh, your body still shaking from the rush. "it's okay to cry," he says, holding himself back from what he really wants to say. "i'm just sorry it happened this way,"
you give harry a half smile before looking away nervously. "he was going to figure it out soon, anyways. i've been spending more and more time 'studying with the girls' than i ever have, and he was getting suspicious," you tell him, shaking your head again.
harry chuckles to himself. he found it sweet that you made excuses to spend time with him, even if it meant sacrificing time with draco. he felt special, he couldn't lie. "so, i'm one of the girls now?" harry teases, crossing his arms with a smirk. you roll your eyes, holding in a giggle. "shut up," you whine, your cheeks going red. "it was the only thing i could come up with, okay?"
"no, no, it's funny," harry says with a shrug. you still give him a look, but reach for your textbook you left at the end of the bed. "whatever. can you just help me now?" you ask, still holding back a laugh with a suppressed smile.
harry just laughs and agrees, joining the bed next to you as he attempts to help you with the assignment. soon it was like draco was never there, and you were back to laughing, joking, sitting in comfortable silence together until you had to leave for dinner.
with a quick hug and a lingering goodbye, you separated down the hall from each other. harry thought about you the entire way to his room, and for the rest of the night by himself. it's not like harry never thought about you, of course, he certainly did more than he thought he should, but tonight was just different. he thought about what you said to draco, how you defended him so quickly, how you put yourself on the line to ask for draco's trust in that moment. it was like watching you turn your back on your family all over again.
harry had to admit he felt guilty. he's really grown to care about you since getting closer with you, and he hates to think he's constantly going to get in the way of your relationship with your family like he has already. just by being his friend you're already putting so much at risk, he'd hate to think about what would happen if things ever went further…
harry really has stop having these thoughts about you. he's just your friend, and he doesn't even know how he feels about you. sure, his feelings aren't complicated with anger or hatred anymore, but if anything they're even more confusing now. harry knew this would happen, that's why he built that wall between you and him in the first place. some part of him just knew one day you would be trouble.
but now, on the other side of that wall, harry was ready for the trouble. he was going to take it head on.
he didn't care what draco thought, or your parents, or anyone else, not even himself. all he cared about was that you made him happy, and he seemed to have the same affect on you. as long as harry focused on that, the rest was just noise.
a few months later the snow was melting, the school year was wrapping up, and you and harry were still going strong. as friends, anyway.
things became a lot more natural between you and harry after draco walked in on you two that day. you no longer felt the need to hide your time spent with harry. you were bringing him everywhere and he was doing the same with you. you got along perfectly with ron and hermione despite their hesitations at first, even becoming especially close to hermione with all of your similar interests and beliefs.
harry eventually met your friends too and got along with them just as well. soon you were together pretty much every day studying with friends, playing quidditch for fun, or going to diagon alley to window shop. harry more than enjoyed his time spent with you, and felt empty on the days he couldn't manage to see you for even a moment. you were so full of light you just made everything better, and harry couldn't get enough of it.
in fact, it was over this time that harry started to figure out that maybe what he was feeling towards you was more than just complicated guilt. maybe he didn't just really care about you, or find you really pretty, or really wanted to hold you when you were sad or scared; maybe, just maybe, he was starting to really like the malfoy sister.
this came as no surprise to him once he figured it out, really. since the literal first minute he saw you at just 12 years old he knew you were special. he was mesmerized from the moment you entered his life. even through every crush and short-lived girlfriend he's had these past few years, you were always more interesting to him.
it took a long time for harry to come around to his own feelings and emotions. he's simply never had the time to truly work out why he feels what he feels, or what causes certain sensations in his body. all he knew was that your eyes made his heart ache in a way that nobody else's did. not because he hates you, but, really, quite the opposite, actually.
even if he came to terms with his growing feelings for you, he tried to not let them get in the way of your friendship together. you were constantly thanking harry for dedicating his time to you, for spending long nights just talking with you, for helping you in every way he possibly could. he knew how much you valued your friendship with him, and so did he, so he pushed those other feelings to the side and tried to keep things friendly between you two.
however, it was getting to a point where harry could barely spend more than a few minutes thinking about anything outside of you. he brought you up constantly when you weren't around, everything reminded him of you, his entire mind was stained with you and it was starting to have an effect. ron and hermione had teased him for being so lovesick for a malfoy, which he shrugged off. he knew you were different, you weren't just a malfoy, you were entirely your own. he'd never met someone like you, you made him feel things he didn't even know were possible.
soon harry knew his feelings would grow to the point that they would begin interfering with how he acted with you. you already made him nervous just by being so pretty and comfortable around him, constantly making jokes and teasing him in a friendly way that just made harry feel so giddy inside. he knew soon his thoughts of you would start to get in the way of how he looked at you, how he talked to you, and it scared him. harry couldn't lose you now, you'd very quickly become an important part of his life that made him feel complete. his silly crush could never matter as much as his friendship with you.
there was a dinner being held for the last year students this weekend, and harry was trying to figure out a casual way to ask you to go with him so it felt friendly. he didn't want to be too casual and make you think he was asking as a last minute effort, but he also didn't want to be too formal and make you think he'd been thinking about this date for months. which, in reality, he had, and it was stressing him out.
harry finally figured he would just ask you like he'd ask you to do anything else with him, but he also wanted to wait for the right moment. however, he was running out of time, and you had been unexpectedly busy this past week so he's barely seen you. it's only a few days until then, and he still hasn't even found a formal outfit to wear, because he might not even go if you're not beside him.
luckily, harry had planned a time to meet with you tonight to 'study', which, again, usually involved you two sitting with open books as you chat about everything except class.
harry was on his way to the slytherin common room, a pep in his step as he tried to encourage himself to ask you without fear of rejection or judgment. it's just you, he knows you'll be kind either way, but he really wants you to say yes and he's not sure how he'll react to any other answer.
upon entering, you're already sitting and waiting for him on the sofa. slumped into the curve of the cushions, your nose buried in a book as your head is held up with a throw pillow. harry thinks you look so precious, all curled up with a book, it's tough for him to break you out of your daze.
but harry clears his throat, and you jump a little before smiling at him. "harryyy," you call out, closing your book as you throw your arms up for a hug.
harry comes over and leans down to give you a half hug. he doesn't realize just how much he's missed you until he catches a whiff of your perfume, and he's practically melting over you once again. everything about you intoxicates him.
"i've missed you, [y/n]," harry says before letting go. he sits across from you on the sofa, setting his bag down on the ground beside his feet. "i've missed you too, sorry things got so crazy," you laugh.
harry waves his hand at you. "don't worry about it. i'm just glad you were free tonight," he says, admiring you in the light of the fireplace. you just get more beautiful with time. something about you tonight is different, maybe it's your hair, maybe it's your comfy clothes, but harry's completely captivated by you in this moment.
you catch up with each other briefly, with harry mostly happily listening to you describe all the time you've spent with friends recently and the projects you've been working on for classes. he loves to listen to you tell stories, he just finds you so funny and endearing and could listen to you laugh all day if you'd let him.
after a while, harry builds the courage to bring up the dinner this weekend. he's just about to open his mouth when someone comes down the stairs into the common room.
draco, of course.
his icy stare lands on harry, and his face naturally twists in disgust. he looks at you, and the disgust drops to a neutral expressions. "[y/n]. potter." he says simply.
"hey, dray, where are you off to?" you ask, your eyes gesturing to his bag. draco shrugs, his eyes returning to harry with disdain. "just going out for a bit. need new shoes for dinner this saturday." he says, making his way to the door as he adjusts his over-the-shoulder bag.
"oh, shit, i forgot that's this weekend. do you have your suit?" you ask, your face dropping in concern. "i've got it. i'll see you later, okay?" draco says curtly as he opens the door. "okay," you say with a smile, waving as he leaves.
harry was suddenly hit with a realization he hadn't thought of before. of course. he felt so stupid not even considering it. what if you were already going with draco? he's your brother, and practically your best friend, of course you'd have to go with him.
harry tried not to think about draco much anymore, so it must've slipped his mind. he's seen him a few times since that day in your room when he found out you two were friends. mostly in passing, like what just happened, or in an awkward exchange as you went from hanging out with draco to spending time with harry like some strange divorced parent agreement.
other than that, draco was just your brother to harry, and though you brought him up a number of times, he was mostly a topic to avoid. so, harry forgot, and now he's even more nervous to ask you if you'd rather go to dinner with him this weekend.
"it's crazy draco's going to his last year dinner already…" you interrupt harry's thoughts, your voice trailing off. harry looks at you, and you're lost in thought. you look at him and smirk, reaching to push his shoulder. "and so are you! damn, you're old," you joke, trying to hide your laugh.
harry rolls his eyes, but you manage to get a laugh out of him. "have you asked someone yet? draco's taking that greengrass girl i believe, or at least he wanted to if he hasn't already chickened out," you say, still laughing.
harry can breathe a sigh of relief. he's not sure what he would've done if you were already going with draco. he had been trying to plan the perfect night since christmas.
"uh, actually, since you've already asked, i was hoping that you'd maybe like to join me?" harry asks, his eyes nervously shifting away from yours.
"oh," you say, clearly taken aback. harry's gaze meet yours again, and he's instantly sweating at your reaction. "unless, y'know, you don't want to, or…i'm sure someone's asked you already," harry interjects, trying to laugh it off entirely.
you're watching harry closely, your cheeks slowly turning red. "um, no, actually, no one's asked, and…i would love to go with you, i just…" you trail off again, your eyes still wide with surprise.
harry prepares himself for rejection. he knows there's a number of reasons you'd say no, and draco's at the top of the list.
"frankly, i have nothing to wear," you say, a bit embarrassed as your blush only deepens. harry breathes yet another sigh of relief. you always manage to put him through so many emotions and you don't even realize it.
"you could be wearing a paper bag and i'd just be glad you're standing next to me," harry tells you with a laugh. you drop your head, clearly flustered.
when you look up at harry, you have a shy smile pinching your cheeks. he thinks you look so adorable, knees to your chest, completely flushed, giggling like a nervous school girl. "well, then, i'd love to go with you, harry. but no paper bag. maybe after dinner." you tease him.
harry laughs with you, but part of him wonders if you're flirting with him a bit.
the rest of the night was spent joking, laughing, and enjoying the warmth of the fire together. before harry left, you thanked him for asking you, even if it was such short notice you'd have to spend all day shopping tomorrow. "don't feel pressured, i'm sure you'd look beautiful in whatever you already have," harry had told you, eager to get a blush out of you again.
when you did, harry smiled proudly and gave you a warm hug goodbye. he was practically skipping back to his room to tell ron he'd finally asked you, and that you'd actually said yes. ron was happy for harry, teasing him for taking so long, but nothing could bring harry down. even if he just meant it as being friendly, as he's sure you did as well, this was still a date in his mind.
and, shit, he still needed an outfit.
the night of the dinner, harry waited patiently outside the dining hall doors with his gift for you in hand. there was a soft mumbling coming from the dining hall as people began gathering, speaking to each other, and listening to the small band playing instrumental music. however, all harry can hear is his blood pumping through his ears as he nervously waits to see you for the first time tonight.
harry went for a simple suit, all black, nothing too showy or special as he wasn't sure what you were wearing. he actually hadn't been able to speak with you since the night he asked you to come with him, only agreeing to meet you right here just before he'd left the slytherin common room. his heart was pounding, and he felt like a young teen again, waiting for his crush to come around the corner. but he wasn't a kid anymore, and you were so much more than just a first year crush. you were everything.
harry hears someone walking up behind him, and as he turns, he's instantly drawn to you. walking arm in arm with draco, also dressed in all black, you're wearing a dark green dress that fits you perfectly, hugging your waist and hips like it was tailor fit. it's floor-length, with an off-the-shoulder neckline, and your hair is twisted up into a curly, elegant bun, with multiple curls hanging out for a casual look.
your outfit and hair are nothing, however, in comparison to just how beautiful your smile is.
harry's absolutely captivated by you. he knew you'd look beautiful, like he said, you could make a paper bag work, but he didn't think it was possible for a single person to be so striking. he was sure he looked like a complete fool, jaw slack open as he stared into your beautiful eyes from down the hall, but he truly couldn't help himself. you were everything.
"[y/n]," he manages to say once you're closer. "you look incredible," he says, his eyes never leaving yours. you smile, turning towards draco with a growing blush.
harry looks at draco, who's already staring at him with a tight jaw and narrowed eyes.
"draco," harry greets him, trying to be courteous. "potter," draco spits out, seeing through him.
you slightly roll your eyes, motioning for draco to go into the dining hall without you. "i'm sure daphne's waiting for you," you tease him with a smirk, pushing him along. draco gives harry a dirty look the entire time he passes him, and even until he's left the hall.
harry can't bring himself to care. all he can think about right now is you.
he's so mesmerized by you he forgets he has something in his hands, nearly dropping the slim box before gripping it tightly again, clearing his throat to break his focus.
"what's that?" you ask, looking at the simple black box in harry's grasp. harry can hear the smirk in your voice, knowing it's for you.
"i-i don't know, guess you'll have to open it to see," he says, handing it over to you. you scoff at him, still smirking as you accept the gift.
upon opening it, you gasp. a beautiful necklace with green gemstones that match your dress perfectly. "harry…" you gasped, staring at the jewelry in your hands. "it's beautiful…and, my dress, how did you know?" you ask in disbelief. harry just chuckles. "you have green everything, my little slytherin," he reminds you.
you blush again, handing harry the necklace. "put it on me?" you ask, turning around and holding up the curls that might be in his way.
harry nervously unclasped the necklace and put it on you, taking extra care to let his hands graze across the skin of your neck more times than what was necessary.
as you turn around, harry's heart races. it's perfect. it matches your dress, it looks amazing on your skin, and it pulls your entire look together. it draws the perfect amount of attention to your beautiful shoulders and collarbones. harry was extra proud of himself for this one.
looking down at it, you touch the necklace carefully, admiring it. "i spent forever looking for a necklace for tonight, and i couldn't find one i liked, but…it's perfect, harry, thank you," you say, throwing your hands around harry's neck as you embrace him tightly. harry smiles, his heart still racing as he pulls you in close. "thank you for coming with me tonight. i didn't want to come at all if it wasn't with you." he tells you, placing a soft kiss on your head just in front of your curly bun. you give him a shy smile before pulling him to the dining room.
it was an incredible night together. ron and hermione had quickly found you both, and hermione was gushing over how good you looked the entire time. ron was watching her with so much love in his eyes it made harry a little sick, but he was happy for his friends. he gave ron a knowing look, which ron just shook his head at and escorted himself and hermione away to get drinks.
as you and harry made your rounds around the room, meeting up with friends and stopping to say hello to professors, harry noticed just how many people were watching you and whispering amongst themselves. you two had spent plenty of time together this year, so it wasn't necessarily a shock to see the boy who lived hanging out with the malfoy sister anymore, but people were seemingly still stunned by the fact that you came with him tonight, and that you looked as good as you did.
after a while of mingling, harry caught draco's stare from across the room. his arm was entwined with his date's, but his full attention was on you and harry. he rolled his eyes at harry and walked away, pulling his date with him. harry shrugged him off and his attention turned back to you.
beautiful, perfect, effortless you.
your arm was wrapped around his in the same way, as it had been all night. harry expected himself to be incredibly nervous and awkward tonight seeing you so dolled up to be his date, as a friend, of course. but he was surprised at how natural everything felt with you. it always had, nothing ever felt forced between you two, conversation and smiles seemed to just flow naturally without either of you trying. it just made sense to harry, being with you, holding you close to him, being together in front of everyone. it was all he'd wanted for so long.
sitting down to eat dinner, you quickly made conversation with hermione and ron as harry took the seat to your left, admiring you as you laughed with hermione over something he hadn't heard. you just looked so beautiful tonight under these candlelights, in the necklace harry picked out for you, the jewels falling just above the curve of your breasts spilling from your dark dress.
as you leaned forward to whisper something to hermione, harry got the perfect view of your chest from his seat, his eyes lingering for a moment too long before ron noticed and started snickering at him.
harry gave ron a look, kicking his foot under the table.
once dinner is served, the hall quiets as everyone enjoys their plates and drinks. some small talk is shared between bites, multiple glasses are drunk amongst you, ron, harry, and hermione, and the laughter continues throughout dinner.
before dessert comes, you and hermione take a short trip to the bathroom, leaving harry with ron. they laugh once they're alone, out of habit.
"i know i give you a hard time, but really, harry, i think [y/n]'s good for you. i haven't seen you this smitten in a long time, not since you dated my sister," ron teases, taking a sip of his drink as he chuckles to himself.
harry gives him a look, but can't help the smile growing on his face. "thanks, ron. but we're just here as friends. not like you and hermione," harry tries to turn the teasing back to ron, cocking his eyebrow with a knowing smile.
ron rolls his eyes. "please, at least i can say she's my girlfriend. you don't wanna be friends with [y/n] and you know it," ron responds, not giving in.
harry stays quiet.
as you and hermione return, giggling from across the table, you put a hand on harry's neck down to his shoulder to steady yourself as you sat in your dress.
harry got the shivers, but gave you a friendly smile as you met his eyes. you took back your hand, smiling at him in return.
while eating dessert, harry can feel draco staring at him again from somewhere in the room, but he can't bring himself to care enough to find his gaze. if draco wants to watch harry enjoy his date with draco's beautiful sister, he can spend all night watching for all that harry cares.
harry's thoughts are interrupted as he hears you let out a soft moan beside him. your spoon is left in your mouth as you pull it out slowly, your eyes closed delicately. harry watches discreetly, not wanting to draw ron and hermione's attention from their own conversation, but he's enamored with the way you let the spoon leave your lips, enjoying the dessert in front of you.
"so yummy," you say happily, your eyes rolling over to harry. he turns to look at you fully with a chuckle. "yes, very yummy," he teases you.
you narrow your eyes at him. "you're yummy," you tell him, laughing. harry's stunned before you continue. "i didn't even get to tell you, but you do look really good tonight, harry. you clean up well." you say softly, your words just for him.
harry's still a bit stunned, but tried to not let his nerves get in the way. "well, thank you, [y/n]. and, i never got to tell you as much as i should have tonight, but, you just…amaze me with how stunning you are," harry sighs, not caring how lovesick he looks as he continues to admire you, a true work of art sitting right beside him.
you chuckle, taking your bottom lip in your mouth. harry memorizes every detail of you, never wanting to forget how lucky he is to have you beside him tonight.
"thank you, harry. it was a bit difficult for me, all this, just reminds me of home…" you say, gesturing to the grand dinner party going on around you. harry gives you a sympathetic look and a reassuring hand on your knee. you look at him, your eyes sending more shivers down harry's spine.
"we can leave whenever you're ready," harry tells you with a soft smile and lingering gaze. "you just say the word and we'll go 'study' in pajamas," he's only half joking.
you laugh at him again, but harry believes it's full of love. "there's nowhere i'd rather be," you assure him, putting your own hand on his knee.
harry blushes like crazy at the contact, but just laughs you off again.
after dessert the band starts playing more upbeat music, and the floor is cleared towards the front of the room for people to dance. you pull harry to the floor, along with a number of other couples, and start dancing with him. harry's not a very skilled dancer, so he just follows your lead and has fun moving around with you randomly, letting himself be free as the music and other people dancing relaxes his nerves.
after a while of dancing separately, you grab harry's hand and begin dancing closer to him, still laughing and smiling as you twirl yourself around, making him laugh as well. harry starts playfully moving with you, bringing you closer to him and further away, again and again until you're a giggling mess in his arms, practically falling all over him.
just as harry's enjoying the feeling of you in his arms, draco comes out of nowhere just beside him. "[y/n]," he snaps, trying to contain himself.
you look at draco, your smile fading at his irritated expression. "i'm leaving, just thought you should know." his words bitter, examining you entwined in harry's arms.
"draco," you start to say, but he's already making his way around you to the back door. you try to go after him instinctually, but harry pulls you back. "stay here, i'll talk to him," he says, surprising both you and himself as you turn to look at him. hermione comes up beside harry, watching the interaction from afar.
"harry…" you warn him. but harry gives you a reassuring squeeze of the hand, already heading for the door himself. "trust me?" he says, letting you go and turning away as hermione grabs your hand instead and begins asking what happened.
as harry enters the hallway, he sees draco's turned back heading away from the dining hall.
"draco," harry calls out, causing draco to stop in his tracks.
he turns to harry, an odd look on his face before he scoffs. "did she really send you to try and talk to me, or are you just dumber than i originally thought?" draco responds, shoving his hand in his pocket.
"no, i came to talk to you. i'm tired of this, draco. can't you just let [y/n] and i be friends?" harry asks, trying to contain his own anger.
draco only rolls his eyes harder, making his way towards harry with an angry step. "oh, please, potter, you're not fooling anyone. and, frankly, neither is she anymore." draco retorts, stopping a few feet away from harry with a nod to the dining hall doors.
harry's confused at his statement, and draco can tell just from the look on his face, which only makes him angrier. "you're clearly shagging my sister. and to top it all off, you made her your little date for the night in front of everyone here. and, honestly, you should be kissing the ground i walk on for letting you even so much as look at her, you fucking pig." draco's words are dripping venom, clearly having the words ready to spew in harry's face.
harry is dumbfounded, and actually outwardly laughs at draco's statement. draco takes another step towards harry, visibly turning red with anger. "don't make me fucking kill you, i'd hate to hurt my sister's feelings like that."
harry just continues to chuckle, his arms crossing. "well, as flattered as i am that you think she'd shag me, we're just friends. really." harry informs him, a smirk on his face.
draco looks at him confused, his expression falling for only a moment before returning. "well then, you still clearly like her. and you're not very good at hiding it, either." he says, his voice faltering as he steps back.
harry can't disagree with him there. as much as he hates draco, he's not going to lie to him and say he doesn't have feelings for his sister when he knows he does. it's just not right.
"and so what if i do, huh? it's our last month of classes, malfoy. after this you'll never hear her talk about me again. is that what you want? because that's what's going to happen." harry says, his anger seeping through again as he admits what he believes to be true.
draco is in even more disbelief than before. he just looks at harry like he's joking. "are you being serious or are you trying to fuck with me?" he asks, examining harry from head to toe.
harry's even more confused. "what?"
draco turns away, chuckling to himself in both disbelief and anger. "i was right, you are dumber than i thought," he starts out, giving harry a look before turning away again. harry's hands ball into fists before he releases them, letting out an angry huff.
"[y/n]'s clearly all over you, spending all her time with you, you're all she ever bloody talks about anymore, fucking hell i thought you were shagging her, for god's sake," draco rants, his back still turned to harry. "she's been obsessed with you since we were kids. all she ever asked me, 'what's harry like, draco? is harry potter really that brave, draco?' blah blah blah," draco mocks you in a high pitched voice.
"and just when i thought she had found some sense in her and loathed you along with me for a few years, you trapped her again with your fucking namesake and…god knows what else she sees in you," draco sneers back at harry, turning to him once again.
"so yeah, excuse me while i watch my baby sister, my only solace in this lifetime, practically throw herself all over you at this pathetic party," draco gestures back to the room, his eyes cold as ice as he continues staring through harry.
harry's stunned by draco's outburst, but is more stunned that he thinks you may like harry back.
they stand there for a moment, examining each other, draco breathing heavily and unevenly as he tries to regain his composure.
harry's not sure exactly what he should say to him in this moment, so he just speaks the truth, the only thing he knows. "i care about [y/n], draco,"
draco rolls his eyes for another time. "no, really, draco. i do, and i have this whole time. i don't know if she feels the same, but, quite honestly, i don't care. all i know is that she makes me happy, and i hope i can do the same for her. that's all." harry tells draco, his eyes searching for a response.
draco just watches harry for a moment, his expression unreadable as he finds the words to respond.
he sighs, his body language completely shifting as he turns away from harry, his hand covering his face in distress. "you're an idiot if you think she doesn't. she turned her back on us, on me, because she was fighting for you. she was never like my parents." draco says softly, his anger fading.
"she was fighting for what was right." harry reminds him, making draco laugh sarcastically as he moves on.
"you know, she's the only thing i care about. the only person i not only tolerate, but actually love." draco says even softer before turning to scowl at harry again. "when she chose you that day, i wasn't surprised. i wasn't even mad. [y/n]'s always been that way. it's part of the reason why i keep her so close to me." draco's words are the nicest they've been directed at harry all night.
"now i know you wouldn't understand family love, potter," draco smirks, causing harry to bite his tongue. "but that girl is everything to me. when she trusts you, when she believes in you, when she turned her back to me in hopes i could see what she sees in you…" draco trails off a bit before turning away again.
"i know she's right."
harry's more than shocked at draco's words. he can barely process his sentiment before draco continues talking, making his way down the hall.
"so, again, i may not like it, but i'll try to be civil. if you, just, please, potter," draco turns one last time, a slight smirk on his face. "for my sake. just ask the damn girl on a date so she'll shut the hell up about it."
with that, draco's gone and around the corner, out of harry's sight.
harry's left alone with his thoughts, the muffled music from the dining hall filling the air around him.
he can hardly comprehend what draco's just told him, both about you and about his belief in harry. but mostly when it comes to you.
you. alone in the dining hall.
just as harry turns, you're opening the door, your sweet face twisted with worry as you search the halls behind him. "where's draco?" you ask urgently, making your way out of the doorway as it closes behind you.
harry's hands go to your shoulders, and you look at him. he smiles down at you, his mind spinning as he examines your beautiful face still pointed with concern.
"he's fine. we talked."
you give harry another shocked look like earlier, your mouth slightly open. "you and draco?" you ask in disbelief.
harry just chuckles at you, looking you up and down again to fully appreciate just how good you looked in front of him. "have i told you how beautiful you look tonight?" harry asks, his eyes still wandering. knowing you seem to like him as well, harry takes this opportunity to test the waters with you.
you instantly blush, but you give harry a knowing look. "yes, harry. now, what did you talk about?" you ask suspiciously.
harry, again, just chuckles, pulling you to his side as he turns to the hall. "let's get out of here, hm?" he asks, already leading you away.
"oh, but, hermione and ron?" you ask suddenly, gesturing back to the party. harry shakes his head. "they won't mind."
you're a bit confused as harry continues to lead you towards the gryffindor common room, but he distracts you with plenty of compliments and questions asking if you enjoyed yourself tonight.
harry then leads you to his room where his nerves finally hit him. he had been confident until now, but it was make or break time. if draco was right and you did actually like harry, he was finally ready to make his move.
what that move was exactly, he's not sure.
but again, things with you are so natural, and once you close the door, it only feels right for harry to come up to you against the doorway. he smiles down at you, a nervous, blushing, beautiful angel just within his grasp.
without thinking, harry's mouth does the talking for him.
"[y/n]," he starts, his heart racing as you look up at him innocently. "can i kiss you?"
you're clearly shocked by his question, but don't miss the chance to eagerly nod your head, already leaning towards harry. he smiles, gently pushing you against the door as his lips finally lock with yours.
the kiss is urgent, needy, but full of longing and love. your hands find their way to harry's neck instantly, and his continue to linger against your shoulders. your body arches into his, clearly already wanting more just from a short kiss.
harry isn't stopping anytime soon though, as he's thought of this moment longer than he's planned to ask you to dinner tonight.
he savors everything about your kiss. your enchanting smell, the softness of your lips, the moans rumbling from the back of your throat; all of it is driving him crazy, but he's insistent on enjoying the moment for what it simply was. a kiss he's wanted so long from a beautiful girl he thought he could never have.
however, you're not as keen on savoring anything as you only become more desperate under harry's lips. your tongue is quickly involved, though harry's not complaining as you explore his mouth with hunger.
he's a bit flustered at your boldness, but isn't afraid of it. if anything harry only enjoys seeing you quickly submit to your desire for him. he wasn't sure how this would go, but clearly you've wanted this as badly as he has, if not even worse.
his hands finally begin to wander as he traces your collarbones lightly, his fingers running over the jewels of the necklace he bought you. "look so pretty in my gift," harry tells you between kissing you. you moan in response, your hips finding harry's as you only bring him closer to you.
before long you're dragging harry to his bed, his hands falling from your shoulders to your waist and down to your hips.
you sit on his bed, and your hand instantly lands on harry's belt, lingering fingers on the cold metal. harry just looks at you in shock. he didn't expect you to initiate anything like this so quickly.
"u-uh…" is all he can say with you looking up at him like that, your eyes already drooping so seductively as you messed with his buckle innocently.
"please?" you taunt him, your finger making its way down his semi erected cock under his slacks.
harry sighs. he wants to, he really wants to, but he wonders if it's too much all at once for you. he doesn't want you to think this is all he was looking for.
"[y/n]...i, i really like you…you don't have to–""i like you too, harry," you interrupt him, a sweet smile on your bitten lips. "i want this. so bad. please. you don't have to, but…" you practically beg, your fingers still toying with the latch of the belt as you bring your pouted lips closer to it.
harry sighs again, his hand stroking your hair as he admires you from above. so pretty, so innocent. it's like you wanted him to ruin all of that.
"i want to, but, you don't have to," harry reminds you, his cheeks starting to turn red. you giggle, and it only makes harry even more turned on. "i want to, but, you don't have to," you mock him, slowly unbuckling his belt and slacks.
harry chuckles nervously, watching you intently. he really does want to, and as long as you want to as well, who's he to deny you of what you both want?
soon your mouth is wrapped around the tip of his cock through his briefs, your warm tongue laid flat across the head as you continue watching harry's expression through your eyelashes.
his head is rolling back in pleasure already, his erection only getting more uncomfortable as it hardens in response to you.
you help him take his underwear off, and your lips reattach to the head of his cock, your tongue licking his precum. he's watching you with a lax jaw, his eyebrows furrowed as you continue running your tongue in circles around the sensitive tip.
he's already in pure bliss, his hand finding your hair again as he continues to admire you. even when you're in such a filthy position below him, you still look so soft and beautiful.
from this angle he has the perfect view of your breasts, and you notice his eyes flickering from your own down to your chest. pulling your lips off of harry, you pull down the neckline of your dress and let your tits pop out of the restricting fabric.
harry can hardly believe the sight he's witnessing in front of him.
before he can try to process just how incredibly sexy you look with your elegant dress pulled down below your tits, your mouth returned to his throbbing cock, along with your hands. you start to bring more of him into your mouth, using your hands to stroke him slowly. harry was practically thrusting into your hands and mouth at that point, desperate for relief.
you can see how worked up harry's getting, so you stop, much to his disappointment. you have harry lay on his bed as you make a show taking your dress the rest of the way off along with your shoes and stockings. once you're left only in your panties, you get back on top of harry to kiss him again.
"so fucking beautiful, darling," harry growls into your lips, his hands grabbing for your tits. you giggle, your hands going to harry's button up as you start to take it off of him.
once it comes off, you pull harry back into the kiss. his hand travel down to your hips as you start grinding against his throbbing cock. "baby, please," he pleads, the teasing becoming too much.
you giggle again, sliding your panties off carefully with harry's help. he also helps you line yourself up with him as you slowly lower yourself onto harry's cock.
your eyes roll in pleasure, a slight whimper of discomfort escaping your lips as harry's hand goes to your face, comforting you. "slow, my love," he reminds you, guiding your hips with his other hand.
once you're starting to moan in pleasure, your speed increases, your eyes locking with harry's as you already feel pressure begin to build inside you.
just looking at him makes you whimper pathetically. "god, harry, i've wanted this for so long," you tell him, leaning down for another kiss as you readjust your position on top of him.
harry's hands trace the curves of your body as you continue riding him, his thoughts incoherent as the pleasure rises by the second. your heavy breathing into his ear and beautiful body against his in the lowlight of his room is everything he's ever wanted.
"wanted you so bad, [y/n]," harry moans as you sit back up, your tits bouncing as you grind down into harry's cock.
he admires your body, your perfect curves, your insane hips, and he's even more turned on. you're already truly perfect in every way, but you have the most phenomenal body harry's ever witnessed to top it all off.
"you're perfect," he tells you, his hands gripping for your hips and ass. you giggle, your hand covering your flustered smile as you continue whimpering and whining, riding him into your own oblivion.
"h-harry…" your voice is so broken it only makes harry hungrier, his hips thrusting upwards slightly into you to relieve the tension. "fuck," he cries, his eyes going dark just watching you fall apart for him.
"harry…please…" you lean back down, your lips grazing his ear as you made your request. "cum inside me?"
harry's in disbelief, he pulls you back to see if you're joking, but you're only looking at him hopefully through hooded eyes, still riding his cock in perfect rhythm.
"are you crazy, [y/n]?" he asks with a laugh, his eyes searching yours for any sign of sarcasm, his stomach still tightening in overwhelming pleasure.
"yes. for you." you tell him seriously, your pace quickening on top of him, your tits bouncing against harry's chest. he winces from the rush of pleasure.
"f-fuck, [y/n]," he utters, barely able to hold himself bsck.
you moan, your hands grabbing harry's as you pin them down beside him. "mm, keep moaning my name like that, harry, you're gonna make me cum already…" you tell him, your face resting against his.
harry moans your name repeatedly, only getting more and more desperate as you pleasure yourself using his cock. he was almost completely lost in the moment before you squealed, your hands squeezing harry's as you tightened around his cock, your hips stuttering as you ride out your high, breathing heavily.
harry's overwhelmed with the feeling and sight of you orgasming on him, your face twisting as you moan his name in return, filthy sounds escaping your innocent lips. he's getting closer before he remembers what you asked him.
"i'm, [y/n], i'm gonna cum," harry says as you're still moving your hips to satisfy your climax. you moan again, letting your head fall into harry's neck as you continue holding down his hands. your pace quickens again, and harry is a mess under you.
"cum inside me harry, please, give it to me, i'm yours, i want to be all yours, please, please, harry, breed me and make my pussy yours," you have no shame in begging harry, his hips bucking as you only grind against him quicker.
"fuck, fuck, fuck," harry's cursing, slightly in panic. he wants to cum so badly, and the idea of you wanting him to breed you just from the first time you're together makes him even more turned on. part of him is scared, but it only ends up fueling the desire and taboo more as harry finally unloads inside of you, his voice breaking as he continues cursing between heavy breaths.
you're enjoying the moment thoroughly, your pussy quivering as it's filled with harry's warm cum. you go to give him another kiss, and he can barely reciprocate.
you giggle at harry a bit, wincing as you gently pull his cock outside of you. harry groans, but his eyes remained closed, still catching his breath. you offer to help him clean up, and it takes a moment, but he agrees, following you to his bathroom and admiring your naked body in the soft light of the room.
afterwards, harry insists you stay with him for the night as he hands you one of his favorite shirts to sleep in. you accept, laughing at his lovesick attitude already, and climb into bed beside him for the night.
harry can hardly believe he has you in his arms, finally, after being so captivated by you for practically his whole life. he's thankful to have you next to him, smiling as you trace his skin, telling him how much you've liked him this whole time, how you don't care if your parents don't approve, and how much you need him in your life. harry feels at peace with you, his little slytherin, in his bed, the moon the only source of light across your tired face. he truly finds you so beautiful, inside and out.
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Bf!James Headcanons
Summary: sfw + nsfw headcanons for bf!james
Pairings: James Potter x gryffindor!fem!reader, platonic!marauders x fem!reader, platonic!lily evans x fem!reader
Warnings: language, James is a simp, nsfw stuff duh, underage drinking, switch!james, boobjobs, mention of pegging, cum (idk i think im js kinda fascinated by cum), oral(male and female receiving), breeding, slight choking, contraceptives, way more I just don’t feel like listing.
A/N: characters are set in their 7th year.
SFW:
First off, we all know this man is a simp for his girl. Like he is down bad.
This man will go and buy you candy from Honeydukes, he will buy you all sorts of stuffed animals, you name it.
Give him homemade gifts! He loves it! Collages, bracelets, small gift baskets, flowers and flower crowns
James absolutely loves when you have a shared class with him, the way you walk hand in hand to the class and sit a seat away from him. He constantly is passing notes back and forth with you and getting in trouble for it, but he doesn’t care one bit.
Sirius loves to tease James for how “pussy whipped” he is. James can’t even deny it.
Permanent puppy dog eyes when he looks at you.
Surprisingly good at gossiping with.
You steal his clothes and he is perfectly fine with it, in fact he prefers it. Sometimes he’ll even bring you a random piece of his clothing bc he wants you to wear it.
You were James’ date to the Yule ball. Sirius spiked the punch. Remus was a victim of the punch.
Oh god. One time the marauders went out to the shrieking shack and got super drunk, James wouldn’t stop whining for you. When the boys came back they sent Lily to fetch you. You got stuck sitting with one very intoxicated James Potter in the common room, you both wound up falling asleep on one of the sofas. The next morning you were woken up by James running to throw up.
Loves to take you on picnics next to the Black Lake. This boy can’t help spoiling you.
He just sneaks in the kitchens and the house elves give him all the food for your dates.
James’ parents adore you, their house is practically your second home.
You come to every quidditch game, you wear one of his scarves and wear as much gryffindor clothing as you can.
You scream James’ name and cheer for him, you give him a kiss after each game and you give him a little more than kiss when they win.
Play with his hair. He will start purring.
He smells like grass, sandalwood, cigarettes from sitting next to Sirius and aftershave
Will use your lotion, perfume, lipgloss, chapstick, boy don’t care.
NSFW:
Oh my lord. James is in love with your body. He wants to touch every part of you all the time.
mating press, full Nelson, cowgirl, missionary are his favorite positions. And let me tell you, he knows how to hit.
Boob jobs. He’s obsessed with them, he loves to make it messy by cumming all over your face and tits.
Ultimately James is a sub leaning switch. He’ll fuck you just how you want tho don’t worry.
James loves trying new things. He will come to you with porno magz he snatched from Sirius asking you timidly if you want to do that stuff.
He has the highest sex tolerance ever. James’ always hard and always needs to go, he can fuck 3-4 rounds b4 he’s down.
Peg him.
He’s so loud when he’s subbing. James will moan and whine and babble at you. When he’s in charge tho… he’ll dirty talk and groan and grunt, occasionally a whimper.
He loves to cum on you, on your face, tits, ass, thighs, pussy. He wants to see you drenched in it. He loves how messy and gross you look after.
James loves to cum inside of you also, he has a massive breeding kink. He will keep pumping you with his loads, so make sure to tell him to stop and learn sum morning after spells.
Prefers giving head over receiving. Don’t get me wrong, he loves blowjobs but he loves the taste of your pussy a tad bit more. James eats like a god too. He will overstimulate you just so he can slurp up your juices.
The blowjobs are great in their own way, the soft warmth of your mouth, how expertly you work his cock, oh and the gag reflex that drives him crazy. He almost busts on the spot.
He loves to fuck you in the showers after his games, his way of blowing off steam. After a particularly hard game, his hand may snake around your throat causing your vision to blur and you to lose your breath.
Getting handled by James is the definition of getting manhandled like a rag doll. He forgets his own strength.
He hates condoms, would rather pull out or some other contraceptive.
Baby is definitely a pervert and steals your panties, you know but just don’t care since he always returns them. He takes them to sniff and lick sometimes James wraps them around his cock and masturbates to the thought of your tight little cunt.
He is a fan of degradation and praise, giving and receiving.
Mommy kink. He will suck on your tits too, if you could produce milk, he would love it. Just wants you to baby him.
He has really sensitive nipples, do what you want with this info.
Good with after care, he’ll clean himself up then grab washcloth and wipe you down, afterwards lying down, cuddling you and thanking you.
Not proofread! I was bored ash so do what u want with this😭 ngl I kinda wanna write a stepdad!james fic next
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james potter definitely has a breeding kink
YES.
i think he'd be like, trying to pull himself back when he feels how close he is, he definitely is strong enough to pull back (if he wants) but then you just feel so good wrapped around him, pulling him inside you and you feel so warm. he puts his hand on your belly, imagines how it would've look so good with his baby in it, how you'd look so pretty- he's losing himself to the thought of starting a family with you
and yeah, he comes inside- you never expected him to pull out anyway. he goes feral when he finally reaches his peak, his mind is full of images of you with a baby- he is panting when he finishes, he doesn't think he could ever stop
i think it's safe to say he won't stop, especially when you encourage him to come inside for you once more
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james potter has a spit kink. and regulus loves it when he uses his spit as a lube because it fucking hurts so much while they're fucking but he fucking loses his mind. james spreads his ass cheeks and spits at his gaping hole and regulus takes a sharp breath cause now he can feel it's slowly stuffing up his hole and now the wetness makes him horny for james' cum as well. he is bending and spreading his cheeks for james and james is licking his hole and fingering until he sends his spit deeper in regulus and regulus is begging for james' cock to tear him apart but james is taking too long that now it's a torture but regulus has a few tricks up his sleeve and he tries to seduce james more so he can shove his cock in his ass. he lifts his ass to up air and arch his back and he goes as far as saying "arent you going to put your babies in me?" just to tease him because james also has a breeding kink and regulus loves to trigger it and it always works well
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what r ur wolfstar/jegulus/rosekiller hc’s?
You’ve opened a can of worms enjoy:
Wolfstar:
- Sirius does the talking for the both of them
- Sirius is more aggressive verbally but Remus is more physically aggressive
- Remus is just as kinky as Sirius if not more he just never talks about it
- Remus is the only person Sirius can go non verbal around (autistic/adhd Sirius rise)
- They shower together and it’s usually not sexual it’s just to save time
- Remus is the cook/baker of the relationship whilst Sirius is the cocktail/drink maker
- they host a lot of dinner parties
- they bicker constantly but never fight
- Remus’ safe word is butterfly and Sirius’ is cantaloupe (he thought it sounded funny)
- Remus had a big breeding kink but it’s less about actually getting someone pregnant and more the intimacy of it, being that connected to someone gets him going
- Sirius has tics like twitching his head and drumming his fingers
- Remus has black coffee and Sirius only drinks iced lattes filled with caramel syrup
- Sirius has a motorbike and Remus has a car (Sirius is a passenger princess and Remus is a backpack)
- they get married asap
Jegulus:
- they take weeks off every year to stay at the potter’s holiday home (probably somewhere like Italy)
- regulus insults everyone BUT James
- James can’t cook very well but he loves making regulus breakfast in bed because he always forgets
- it took regulus a long time to be comfortable with sex due to past relationships but James is so patient and legit doesn’t care about sex unless his partner is interested
- personal opinion don’t hate me, but James is a service top and I’ll die on that hill
- regulus is a power bottom and likes having control most of the time (he loves tying James up)
- it’s rare for James to bottom but when he’s in the mood regulus uses all their toys on him
- they have three cats (all siblings because James didn’t want to separate them)
- effie and Monty have biweekly dinners with them
- regulus has a j behind his ear and James has an r on his thumb
- they have promise rings but aren’t too fussed about getting married but they talk about it
- a lot of pride flags in their apartment
- James taught regulus how to drive
- James has to remind regulus not to have dairy because he’s lactose but that doesn’t stop him
- regulus exclusively drinks matcha and James is a hot chocolate boy
Rosekiller:
- they’ve never said they’re dating but they’re together duh
- barty has evan’s bite marks tattooed on him
- evan has a b tattooed on his left ass cheek
- they live in a studio and it’s basically a hot box room
- neither of them drive
- when they go out drinking barty gets beer or cider and Evan only drinks spirits with a mixer
- barty has a pet rat called Rosie
- evan loves him
- barty and Pandora are best friends and Evan has seen them painting the others nails
- evan does Barty’s hair for him, he’s never gone to a hair salon
- barty loves pain, like a lot, so they’re very kinky
- evan is usually in charge and Barty is usually tied down in some way, or gagged, or blindfolded
- evan had quite bad panic attacks at night and barty is the only person who calms him down besides pandora
- evan has a cockwarming kink and barty is more than happy to participate
- evan has a cooperate job whilst barty works in some gross bar
- they host the house parties
- barty has been arrested about three times
- evan is more possessive out of the two
- barty does his own piercings and tattoos
#mail#the marauders#sirius black#regulus black#james potter#remus lupin#wolfstar#jegulus#barty crouch jr#evan rosier#rosekiller#jegulus headcanons#wolfstar headcanons#rosekiller headcanons
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NSWF ABC's JAMES POTTER A-K
smut 18 + If there's one missing i either didn't have an idea for it or didn't feel comfortable writing it
Aftercare
He loves loves loves Aftercare. He loves carrying you into the shower when your body is nothing more than mush. He gently cleans your body and hair with all the right shampoos and conditioners because the first time you told him what to use and he just rememberd. All that while trying not to move you to much from your very comfortable position which is usually your arms around his shoulders, your head on his chest and either leaning agains him or with your legs around his waist. He always does your hair first cause he doesn't have to move you for that. Then when the conditioner is doing it's thing he peels you off getting some complains but just humming and cooing sweetly at them "I know, love. I've just got to get you clean and comfortable real quick, okay?"
Body Part
I already wrote something about this here
SUCH A THIGH GUY like what?? Just loves having his hand on your thigh it's such a little and casual way for him to say "im here and i love you". When you're in a short dress and he can just see your thighs but your in public so he can't just leave kisses all over them because 'That's not appropriate' but in his mind people who think that have never been truly in love but sadly even he must succumb to some rules of society and has to refrain from having you sit on his face right that second. So instead he just sits you on his lap and puts both his hands on the flesh, squeezing a bit too tight to be casual but loose enough to not get weird looks
Cum
If we're being totally real this man has a breeding kink. He will stop you from continuing to suck his dick because he wants to cum inside of you. He'll cum into you and then test how long you can keep it inside and if it's still there the next time he's horny and wants to fuck you (which usually isn't to far away because the thought of you filled up with his cum makes him horny) he'll eat it out of you until there's nothing left. The fact that he can taste himself and you in one is just too goddamn hot. He loves the way you look with cum all over your body too tho so he just puts his cum somewhere different every round till there's nothing left untouched. There's still some on the corner of your mouth, some over your stomach, some leaking out of your ass, some out of your pussy and some in between your breasts
Experience
He had some hookups but there's definitely stuff where your the first one he does it with.
Favorite Position
Definitely missionary. Vanilla I know but he just wants to see your face screw up in pleasure while he thrusts into you. He probably tells you to keep your eyes on him and keep eye contact and it makes it so much more hot and intimate. Especially when you want to let your head fall back in pleasure and he gently grabs your chin and speaks to you in the softest tone. "Eyes on me, okay sweetheart? If you look away I'll stop, got that baby?"
Goofy
Come on it's James Potter. If he isn't joking and teasing during sex who is? While he loves intimate sex or as he calls it 'love making' where he just praises you and gazes at you lovingly. He also loves giggly sex so much. He loves to be his silly self in every part of life and sex is no exception. Kissing that isn't really kissing because you're both smiling and laughing a little too much? SIGN. HIM. UP.
Hair
JAMES POTTER HAS A HAPPY TRAIL YOUR HONOR
Jack off
He sees no need for it when he's got you. Even a simple Hand Job is a lot better when you're doing it for him. He loves seeing your hands around his dick and why would he do it himself and deprive himself of that beautiful view?
Kink
Praise. He loves praising you and loves getting praise. Yes, please tell him what a good job he's doing and how good he feels he will gladly return the favour. Loves it when you're all out of breath and just chanting praises for him. It motivates him to do even better for you.
Breeding. As Mentioned before he loves the thought of having children with you and as soon as your up for it he starts trying to get you pregnant.
Part 2?
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Heyyyy i just wanna say that i love all your works and can i request an azkaban escape sirius where he is sexually frustrated and take it out on reader who found him in his amingus for and took care of him, reader is of age though and friend of harry so when like they met again because harry invited reader over sirius was like shook does rhis make sense? Lol
i just wanna say, thank you so much for requesting this, as soon as i saw it i knew i had to write it, i've been wanting to write smut for so long but i had no theme for it and this just blew my mind.
sweet scape.
pairing: sirius black x fem!reader.
! tw. +18, mdni. degradation, strangers sex, oral (male and female receiving), creampie, cumplay, semi-public sex, stairs sex, unprotected sex, pregnancy kink, breeding kink (?), mentions of stepcest, chocking, aftercare, use of the words 'whore' and 'slut', let me know if I miss anything.
Sirius looked around in the dessert place. The night was cold and the air was moving softly the winter leaves left on the trees. His dog form was a big help for the cold weather of the end of the year.
He saw the few lights still on from the building near the university. So many years after he was captured and the fresh air hitting his fur felt rejuvenating, he thought of James Potter, and then he thought of the only legacy he had left; Harry.
If everything was right, he must be at college. With a Quidditch scholarship he hoped, putting the Potter’s last name to the top.
His ear caught the shy sound of steps. Softly walking through the pavement, he knew it was late for students to be walking around, his deep stare looking directly at the walk. When his eyes met yours, Sirius eyes sparkled, there hasn’t been a prettiest girl his eyes have meet. Sure, he once had the pleasure to knew Lily Evans, Marlene Mckinnon, Mary Macdonnald and even Alice Longbotton. Plenty of pretty girls who shared house with him. But yet, none of them could even compare to you.
Your shiny happy eyes, the messy hair covering the sides of your hair and the cute gaze you gave him. Your mouth opened when you saw him, a majestic black dog, soft and shiny fur, big enough to be considered a wolf. You kneeled in front of him and in his man-mind he could only think on a view from the top, you kneeled with two legs instead of one and his cock stuffed in your mouth, muttering the words you were saying to him.
“Who’s the prettiest dog in the world?” You said, and he barked in response “You. You are, the prettiest dog I’ve ever seen. Oh my God, your fur is the softest I’ve ever felt” Your cheek was now against him. “Are you lost, good boy? Where is your home?”
Sirius tried a sad cried and shook his head, you opened your mouth and pouted, the prettiest pout he has seen. You look around the empty street and murmur to him “You will follow me, but you have to be very quiet if you want to stay at my home”.
You giggle as if a mischief was about to be done, which he knew could be very possible by the way you were trying to hide him. You took him in your arms, with no advice before it, it took him by surprise, especially because he was big and heavy to carry but it didn’t seem to mind much to you.
The way home was difficult, and you were exhausted, he tried to explain it was fine for him to walk but you refused to hear anything. When you finally arrived, you let yourself sit at your door, Sirius stood there, looking at you. For someone who brought him upstairs in a very secretive way, you were enjoying the hall a little too much. You took a deep breath and then open the door, letting him inside your home first.
“Well, this is my dorm, my furry friend. My roommate should be here by tomorrow night. He’s very handsome and friendly, you would love him. He has the prettiest green eyes I’ve seen” Sirius couldn’t help but get a bit jealous of your description, he was an “old” man, but in no way, he would disrespect his looks, he knew he still had it in him “I was so in love with him since Hogwarts. My first crush ever. Then I discovered he was gay, which was very surprising but good for him”
You left Sirius sleep at the end of your bed, his body curled on top of your sheets. He small opening of your window let enough air to refresh the bathroom, but not enough to have you both freezing. If Sirius was a better man, he would feel guilty, for thinking of you like that. For not getting your naked body out of his mind, the way you pass your hands though your skin while applying cream, and he couldn’t miss when you skipped underwear, so now, you were sleeping with him, in just pajamas short.
He was careful to get out of the mattress, you left the door of the bathroom slightly open and he entered, few seconds later he was back a man. He smiled at his reflection in the mirror, maybe he needed a shower, and to shave, but he would never deny he looked good, maybe too good for someone who just scaped jail. He brushed his teeth with the first brush he found, not stopping to think if it was yours. Finally, he paid attention to his erection.
The pink tip touching his abdomen and he thought in how painful it was, he knew he was full, and he had all this sexual appetite he hasn’t been able to use since he was trapped, he needed nothing more but to take you right there, he felt guilty and suddenly bad, because he knew he wouldn’t care if you complained, he just needed you.
Sirius face was now shaved and clean, and he thanked that when you abruptly opened the door, you yell for a few seconds before he shut you with his hand, which you were quick to bite.
“What– What the fuck how the fuck did you got in here?! Fuck, fuck, fuck!” You were panicking, he knew that, and even if he wasn’t going to do anything but give you the roughest fuck of your life, he understood your fear. “I’m calling the fucking police I swear I– “
“Sh, sh, princess be quiet, will you?” You shook your head, determinate on what you were going to do but too scared to even move. “Oh, my God, what did you do to my dog?”
Sirius smirked “I killed him” And when you were about to yell more, he regrated it, putting his hand again in your mouth “It’s a joke, just joking, baby. God, you’re really loud” Sirius signed and looked everywhere; “The dog it’s my Animagus form. I really hope I can trust you because I don’t think there’s another wizard alive who knows about this”
You nod slowly, being brave to believe him. After the shock passed, you finally realized he was completely naked, your eyes were now on his hard and big cock; “Why are you naked?”
“The clothes don’t stay in my dog form, princess. I don’t have any”
You nod, it made incredible sense now, but you knew after this night, it would be hard for you to ever not believe in someone. Maybe it was his enchanting eyes of the seductive tone of his voice. Maybe it was the resemblance on his shiny and soft hair and the fur of the dog. Or it was just that he was hot, and naked in your bathroom, and you just have been a long time without having any.
Sirius noticed your look in his cock and it only made him harder. He was so needy right now, all those years without even a blowjob. Because he would settle for anything just if that meant having his cock on something warm, something else than his cold fist, which even he was restricted of. He had no problem in accepting a man if that meant he’ll have his cock sucked.
“Do it” he says, haughty. With a cocky grin decorating his face. He laughs at your confused expression “I know what you’re thinking on, pup. Go on, you can suck it. I won’t be gentle, but I don’t think it’ll be a problem for a slut like you”
You know you should be offended, a stranger, someone who you kindly offer a home, the warmness of a bed instead of the concrete of a bridge was degrading you like that. But you were in fact a whore, and the moment you looked him at the eyes was so fast because you couldn’t possibly stay away from his cock, his delicious, big, pink cock. His tip covered in white and turning almost red for how hard it was. So, you played like you were told and kneeled in front of him; “Good girl”.
He said, his palm on your head and you groaned. Sirius instructed you to open your mouth and you were hesitant for a few seconds, but not enough for him to notice, and even if he would he wouldn’t care. You felt dirty, the wet patch on your shorts grew bigger with every filthy comment from his mouth, and you knew you should be scared, a total stranger was insulting you, degrading you in your own bathroom and you were enjoying it. And who did he think he was, if you weren’t too hypnotized by his pretty cock you would be yelling at him; total pretty privilege.
You take his cock in your hands and pump it for a few seconds, your tongue is now out of your mouth and warming his dick. Your big eyes looking directly at him and he could swear he would cum just by that look.
Your hand is pressed on his thigh and the other one around his cock, your lips are now kissing the tip and you seem to be enjoying it too much. You take it on your mouth and out of it, licking his cock when it’s not inside, maybe it was the amount of time Sirius hasn’t received a blowjob or maybe you were just too fucking good at it. He has never see someone enjoy having someone’s cock in their mouth as much as you. By the time he’s about to cum, both of your hands are in his thighs, helping you to put his cock deeper in your mouth.
“Such a good fucking, girl. Fuck, princess, you’re awesome. Best bloody mouth I’ve ever have” He moans at your smile, wide eyes looking at him and every blink he feels like exploding, your legs are a bit open and Sirius knows your hand is now touching your pussy, and you manage to keep the balance really good.
Sirius finally loses it when you start to lick his balls, pumping his cock with a firm hand, going fast and needy. He didn’t know for sure if you were getting off from sucking his cock but he chooses to think you were, and goddam it was enough to send him on edge.
The fact of you just creaming in your shorts, without him touching you has fucking hot. Of course, he knew your hand was doing wonders under there, but when you touched his thigh while holding his cock and kept grinding your hips, he knew he was right.
“You’re such a needy slut, aren’t you? Getting off by just sucking my big fat cock, are you creaming your pants just by this, baby?”
He knew you wouldn’t answer, you were too invested on sucking him off for distract yourself just to answer a silly question. Sirius decided to help you, taking the back of your head in his hand and pushing your face to his pelvis, letting his cock go completely inside of you, you gagged at it but kept it inside.
Your eyes were glossy but it didn’t stop Sirius from pushing you to your limits, your face was messily covered in spit and now he was just face fucking you, pounding into your mouth and taking your head with no caution or worry it may hurt you or choke you, the thought alone seemed to turn him even more. He stopped for a second and took your face, hearing you whine for the lack of his cock even if your hands were still masturbating him. He kissed your lip, tasting your saliva and his dick in it.
He knew it was time to cum, he was holding it for so long just to see your beautiful face fucking enjoying him. But he knew it had to be done once you started to move your hand faster and opened your mouth.
“Fuck! Fuck, baby… I’m, I’m about to cum, I’m gonna cum in your pretty face, is that alright? You’re gonna be covered in my cum, baby, fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” He started to moan once the first blast of cum was out. You were rubbing your face on his cock, your face completely covered by cum wasn’t enough for him, he needed more. His dick needed more.
“You are such a naughty girl, aren’t you?”
“Yes, daddy”
Your eyes were lost in lust, a single coherent thought couldn’t be formed on your mind, you were just there to please your daddy now.
“Such a pretty cum doll. You were just made for my pleasure and my pleasure only, right, princess?” You nod “Remember this face, pretty bunny, cause no one, ever, would make you feel like this. And when they ask you who fucking blew your mind with sex, I want you to tell them it was Sirius fucking Black”
You nod obediently. Completely unaware that out there, in the real world, just outside those walls of your department, thousands of pamphlets of one of the most dangerous men scaping Azkaban were just arriving to every corner, adverting everyone of how dangerous this man was and what he was capable of. But again; people who could fuck like this shouldn’t be prisoned in a cell; it wasn’t fair to anyone to miss this.
Sirius took you to your bed, taking your body as if you were a rag doll, he put you in your fours and with no warning he went inside of you. He didn’t need to warn you anyway, you were way too wet. He slipped easily in; his hands took your face and your hands were trying to hold your body so all the weight wouldn’t be in his hands.
He was going fast and rough, like a needy man. Kissing and licking your back like he hasn’t feel the warmness of human contact in years – which was true but you didn’t know that –. Sirius moved carefree, completely nonchalantly at the fact that that he could hurt you.
“Fuck, princess, you’re so fucking small for my cock. I’m so big for you, aren’t I, baby?” You nod your head against the pillow and bite it when Sirius hand flew to your clit; “What about that, princess, you like that?” You nod eagerly and he smirks “I bet you like it; I can feel you squeezing my cock. God, you’re such a fucking whore, aren’t you?”
“Just yours, daddy. Jus’ your whore”
“That’s right, baby. Just daddy’s whore. I would be mad if it wasn’t like this. Look at you, being completely wrecked by a total stranger, you were so needy, weren’t you? A decent girl would never let this happen, would just call the police right away but you saw my cock and realized how much of a starved slut you were”
Sirius put your face against the pillow when you were trying to get up and look at him, his hand smacked your ass and started to go faster; “I’m so glad I found you and no any sweet innocent girl, ugh, God, princess you feel so good. I can help but cum, you want me to cum inside of you? You want my cum inside of you, baby? Dripping of your pussy?”
“Yes, yes, please, daddy. I want it inside of me, please, please”
“Such a needy slut. Fucking pretty whore, baby. Fuck! You’re fucking perfect”
By that time, you were already feeling your second orgasm building. The first one, so quick and fleeting as it came, Sirius didn’t seem to mind you already cummed once, your tummy aching and when you put your hands on it you could only feel Sirius big cock hitting the insides. You were aware of how wet you were, the sound your pussy made with every thrust was like music for yours and Sirius ears. You shifted uncomfortable at Sirius slow pace, realizing now how big he just was. With him going faster it was easier to forget his size and just get lost in the pleasure, but now you were capable of think on how much your pussy was stretching around him. It wasn’t for a long time, because as soon as Sirius cached a relaxing breath out of your mouth he went faster. You could think on how anything has ever felt like this, this was the kind of pleasure erotic books describe but you never thought it could be possible.
Sirius takes both of your arms and sits you in his cock, his fore-arm around your neck and taking your head in his big hand. Now you’re just enjoying his thrust, Sirius fucking you would be an unforgettable experience, and it was almost a shame, because you know it doesn’t matter with who you were in the future, you would be thinking about how any sexual experience would ever feel like this again.
Sirius finishes in your pussy, rather later than soon, he thrusts in a few more times for his cum to keep inside you, when he finally lets you go, he fingers your pussy, watching all his cum get out of you and he thinks that’s the hottest thing he’s ever seen.
And as soon as you think he couldn’t do something better than this, he reaches your pussy and you moan louder than you thought possible. Your sensitive clit being licked by his tongue, and you knew you hadn’t in you to last much, you already came two times, and for the record of ex-lovers you had, that was already a lot.
But Sirius ate pussy so calm and good, his tongue concentrated in your clit while his thumb explored between your folds, you knew you came when you felt it, but you also knew when he giggled. Making fun of you for lasting so little; “Already, princess? But I was just starting my meal? That’s not fair” He putted and kept going, putting two of his fingers inside of you and moving them as if you weren’t already shaking and crying.
Your hands reached his head and tried to pull him away, but he was stronger, and far less sensitive than you, sure hard as a rock, but with an iron determination of making you cum for the fourth time.
Sirius moved his fingers in and out, his thumb caressing your clit fast while he added a third finger inside. “I know this won’t fill you as much as my cock, baby but you have to settle for it like a good girl”
His fingers weren’t as thick as his cock, that was for sure, but hell he knew how to use them, you could feel every movement, you could feel them reaching your insides and your back started to arche at the pleasure.
When you finally came in Sirius hands you were sleepy, your eyes closing thanks to how tired you felt, you murmured a quick “Goodnight” once Sirius finished a third time in your belly.
“No, no, baby. Gotta clean you up, I wouldn’t let you sleep like this. I’m not a monster. And you were such a good pretty slut, you deserve it. You deserve daddy’s care and love, don’t you, princess?”
You nod, subby. Your lips partly open, waiting for him to put his fingers, but that doesn’t happen.
Three months happened after that and Sirius Black was nowhere to be found. You knew it was for the better, you would never turn him to the authorities and you preferred him to be lost than fucking you and making you an accomplice. Or maybe you would rather be over the law, who would it help anyways. You knew you had it in you to keep Sirius Black too pussy drunk that he wouldn’t even think of go outside to kill, if you think about it, you were making the Wizarding World a favor, now who knew where was he, doing God knows what.
You met your best friend Harry at Grimmauld Place, very odd of him to ask you to be there when you saw him literally every day at your shared department. You were welcomed by him and Hermione Granger, they greet you and behind them the Weasley twins, you smiled, thinking it was maybe one of the “friendly reunions” Harry like to through every now and then. That was until you saw him, Sirius fucking Black, standing on the door, his body slightly leaned to the left and the devil grin he wore perfectly.
Fuck you were creaming.
“Y/N” Harry started “This is my God-Father; Sirius Black” You stood there, staring at him. You should be angry, he fucked you for three days in a row and then disappeared for three months – almost four –, but you could only think about his big fucking cock. You quickly glanced at his crotch and tried to see it, you couldn’t be blame, it was your favorite thing in the world and you were being deprived of it. “Now, I know what you are thinking” No, you can’t possible know, Potter; “But, Harry, he’s a criminal” He said with an acute voice, trying to mimic yours “But I swear he’s not, there’s an explanation” An explanation that you couldn’t care less for.
Harry kept talking, about some things you didn’t care and how Sirius didn’t kill his fathers, blah, blah, blah, you needed him to fuck you. Right now, if he was about to say ‘Y/N, the only way I’m fucking you is on top of this table, with all the presents; your friends I may add, watching us’ you’ll probably say; ‘Hey, it’s fine for me. Anything for your cock, honestly”
“Harry…” Sirius said, the boy’s green eyes looked at him as fast as he spoke “I don’t think your friend Y/N is very fond of me”
“Wh-what? Foolishness, she loves you. If she doesn’t, I’ll make her” Sirius smirked and looked at you. “She’s just amused, it’s fresh news for her”
“Maybe if she sits by my side, we could talk more. Get to know each other”
“An excellent idea” He said, happily, getting up of his chair and taking your arms in his hands, moving you to the chair where he was; “Now, Y/N. Talk to him” He looked so cute ordering you that, his big bright green eyes were almost puppy like. He was like a child in Christmas. You knew he considered everyone in the table as part of his family, and you were like a sister for him, so you knew it meant a lot for him. But God you were horny.
“Hello, Y/N” That bastard said, as if you were thinking of anything but his pink big cock, and you were salivating! “Harry tells me you’re like a sister for him” You nod “You know, I always wanted a daughter. A step one” Fucking sick, kinky bastard. “I always thought of spoiling my girl”
Harry smiled, thinking of the comment as an innocent one, but Remus looked at him in surprise. The rest of the table completely unaware.
“He tells me you’re living with him, mhm? Sounds really good” You didn’t think he would care or resent a bit the fact that you did it, multiple times, in the same table Harry eats his meals. “I always wanted a roommate, sadly I never get to even college” He laughs, and you do with him, just so you can disguise the itching on between your tights.
You had to excuse yourself, tell everyone you weren’t feeling well, but when Sirius ordered you to get closer, his hand traveling inside your skirt, the sensation didn’t feel right. Far too good for being a friction.
“And, how’s Harry at school?” He said, and you thanked God everyone was minding his own business when he put two fingers inside you, he leaned to you, reaching your ear to whisper on it “Always so fucking wet for me, puppy. I don’t even have to wait to put my fingers inside you”
You bite your lips and nod, you looked around only to meet Harry’s excited face, he gave you thumbs up and you did too, at the same time Sirius curved his fingers inside of you and it took everything from you to hide that moan.
Good for you, everyone excused themselves to go to their respective homes. Harry offered you to spend the night there since he was going too. And you happily accepted, because you knew you couldn’t go another say without having Sirius cock inside, not now that you had his fingers after all that time and your mind couldn’t think of anything else but him fucking you ruthlessly in any surface of the house.
When you finally met Sirius again, he was going downstairs, completely naked, you were already salivating over his cock without even seeing it, now having it on fully display was a total turture, and you were so fucking needy that you couldn’t possibly wait for him to go down, you reach him there, taking his lips as you eagerly kissed him.
“I knew I neglected you, but I never would think you would be this needy, princess”
“So good, Siri”
“Yeah? My cock’s so good, isn’t it, princess? So fucking good you need it so much”
“I need it, please, daddy, please. I’ve been good”
He nods “You’ve been such a good slut, princess. Being all nice to Harry when all you could think about was my cock, guess you deserve it, huh?”
Sirius puts your leg up, reaching the stairs wall and he instructs you to hold on the fences really tight so you won’t get hurt. He started to fuck you right there, going in and out, caressing your titties while your hand was in your clit, so desperate to cum.
Now, it wasn’t like you haven’t cum all the time he wasn’t there. It just wasn’t the same. Sirius kept his movements, holding your waist tight as his movements were faster, he finally leaned you all over the fence, your body moving back and forth on his cock, your tits bouncing on his hand, but it’s not enough for him, he needs to be deeper inside you.
He takes you at the end of the stairs, all the way to the second floor, and he thanks he covered his mother picture downstairs because otherwise he would feel observed. He puts your leg all the way up the fence, your feet resting on it so you can have a hold while he thrusts into you, his hand playing with your boob, he’s not as talkative as he was months ago, maybe because Harry was near, and he demanded you to be quiet, but how could you when he felt so good.
He slapped you when you left a loud moan out, and that only turned you on more, making him smirk; “Wow, you really are a whore. A fucking slut, aren’t you baby? You’re my fucking pretty whore, such a pretty cum bag, get it, baby, get all my cum inside. No one in this world deserves it more than you, angel”
His hands press your breasts and one of your hands goes to your clit, feeling how you were so close to finish.
“Sir, daddy, daddy I’m gonna cum, please, please, daddy, I’m gonna cum”
You cry, and he allows you to let it go but that doesn’t stop him, he loves how your pussy is creaming his cock, and he doesn’t intend on letting you go. Even when he already finished inside, he takes advantage of your firm hold in the fence to move one of his hands to your clit, you moan, already sensitive by him thrusting into you.
When Sirius takes his cock out, you feel how you let him completely soaked. You knew you were a whore, a sex lover even, but you never knew you were capable of squirting.
“Wow, pup, that was, fuck, that was so sexy” He says, kneeling in front of you and squeezing your lower belly so you squirt again in his mouth. “Now that I know you can do it, I’m gonna make you do it, all over again. Fuck, pup, I don’t even care if you get tired, you’re gonna cum for my pleasure and my pleasure only”
He says and gets up, looking at his cum dripping from your thighs.
“By the amount of times I finished inside of you months ago I’m really surprised you’re not pregnant, all full and round with my babies. God, you would look so hot. Fucking big and heavy, your breasts would be so big, fuck.”
“I can stop taking the pill” you say without thinking.
“You would do that for me?”
“I’ll do anything for you Sirius, just never stop fucking me”
“Fuck, baby. Gotta’ be careful with what you wish”
“Just wan’ you, wanna be your cum slut, want all your cum inside me, not inside anyone else, just me, please, please, Siri. Make me your pretty little wife, the mom of your children, I– I just want to live with you fucking me always, please, please, please”
“Well, if you ask so nicely, pup. I don’t have other option rather than fuck you. Your wish is my command”
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Hi lifeandlies!!! 🫶 so excited to discusssss!
😍 favorite fic trope has got to be “protective!Sirius finds out Regulus and James are sleeping together.” Sirius always gets over it and supports in the end, but I love that initial “HOW FUCKING DARE YOU?? THAT’S MY BABY BROTHER, POTTER!!! 😡😡😡” moment. It’s just so over-the-top, overprotective, and dramatic—just like Sirius!
👿 the trope I hate: James and Regulus are together, but then something something they’re on a break, and James sleeps with Lily, getting her pregnant, so now Regulus is devastated and James is going to be a father. Ugh, kill me now. I like Lily, but I don’t enjoy having her pregnancy being a device to create conflict, angst, and drama for Regulus. It just pisses me off and gets me angry with James. Not my cup of tea 🍵
💡 head canon: when Regulus decides that it’s time for James to tell Sirius about them, James is really cagy about it. He doesn’t want to upset Sirius, but he realllly doesn’t want to upset Regulus. To give James a bit of motivation, Regulus starts flirting with random boys at Hogwarts, who are very into him and flirt back. James is fighting for his life on sheer jealousy. This is my truth ✊
🌍 my dream AU: I love a good Omegaverse! I want to see clever, gorgeous, vicious omega!Regulus with whipped, golden retriever alpha!James wrapped around his little finger. But holy shit, your beta!Regulus snippet? I was sentttt! I’d read that all day and all night, stg. Meanwhile, Sirius is just standing in the corner all grumpy with an amused Remus like “no one’s good enough for my little brother 😠 *mumbling* but I guess James isn’t the worst choice either…” oh, and then Regulus getting absolutely railed by James and loving it, plus huge breeding kink there. Option 1: Regulus begging for James to cum inside him to get him pregnant, option 2: James teasing Regulus that if he doesn’t pull out, Regulus is going to have his baby. All consensual 🫶 I feel like you would write an amazing version of that based on this masterpiece and this genius, as would @rottin6 based on this piece of gold, which keeps me up at night.
🤢 NoTP: wellll, I don’t actively despise any particular pairing, but I guess Prongsfoot isn’t for me. In general, I lean away from straight pairings. But I’m only a hater on defense 🫶
Love u for the asks, @lifeandlies-of-regulusblack !! ❤️❤️❤️🫶🫶🫶
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Yo speaking of Remus' breeding kink, did the breeding kink fic anon ever come back and send you the link to their fic????
Hey, thank you for remembering! They did not!
Moonchaser breeding kink anon, if you're still out there, we would love to read your fic!
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“i feel better but i would feel so much better if you were cumming in me”
PLEASSEE you can’t tell me this man wouldn’t go FERALLL. James Potter has the biggest breeding (borderline pregnancy) kink everrrr
BAHAHHASH HE SO DOES LIKE ITS JUST A GIVEN
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YOU get it okay what you said about sirius wanting to unhinge his jaw and eat james whole but for now he's going to have to settle for um. knocking him up as many times as possible like uhhhh that guy definitely has SOME kind of bre*ding kink okay like ummm i think he's thinking about getting james knocked up immediately again after having a kid it gets to the point where they have like. 7 kids. and sirius STILL wants to have more like james' parents are like ,,, uhhhhh do you think.. you have enough kids??? and sirius is like No.
LMAO you’re literally so right! Sirius has zero self preservation compared to the average person. He’s fuelled by love and loyalty for everyone he holds dear to his heart!
Also yeah I agree about the breeding link. Dogs are known for having an entire litter of offspring, and although Sirius has been disowned he still has his uncles inheritance and James is the sole recipient of the Potter fortune. I imagine they’d have no trouble having enough kids for a quidditch team plus a few more. I see them as the type to adopt to. They’d love to take in muggle borns, squibs and just about any child who’s seen as an outlier in society!
Poor Effie and Monty haha. I think they’d be delighted to have grandkids before they die, but at some point they gotta have a break too.
Another head canon I have is that James learns to drive Sirius’ motorbike since pregnant magical people are advised not to apparate or use the floo network. With all the kids they have, they pull an Arthur Weasley and buy a flying car / van too.
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True Incest: in which Severus and Harry are blood related.
Fall Into Charybdis
by Nimori. Rated: E. Words: 16,832.
A tale of the further woes of the Boy Who Lived -- who, having escaped the monster Scylla, has fallen into Charybdis (Charybdis being he of the hooked nose and greasy hair). Which is all a terribly pretentious way of saying out of the frying pan, into the fire.
Bête Noire
orphaned. Rated: E. Words: 7,630. Works: 2. Harry/Severus. Father/son incest. Mpreg. Angst.
Severus loves Potter most in Potions class.
His
by suitesamba. Rated: E. Words: 4,325. Harry/Severus. Underage. Dubious consent. Object insertion.
In detention with Snape during the final Quidditch game of the year during his sixth year, Harry Potter is given a choice between scrubbing cauldrons, and something else.
Familial Relations
by themooonandstars1989. Rated: E. Words: 1,307. Harry/Severus. Minor Lily/Severus. Minor Lily/James. Dubious consent. Dubious morality. Dom/sub undertones.
"It's genetic," said Severus, one day when Harry asked. "All the men on my father's side have webbed toes."
Pseudo Incest: in which Severus and Harry are not blood related, but family all the same.
smile with sweet surprise
by danpuff. Rated: E. Words: WIP. Harry/Severus. Lily/Severus. Underage. Stepdad Snape. Infidelity. Virginity loss.
Harry is barely sixteen. Had barely blown out his candle when Severus kissed him.
Alternative titles: "A Highly Ethical Deflowering, and Other Wholesome Smut" & "Severus Snape's Guide on What Not to Do When Taking Your Stepson's Virginity"
Playlist on Spotify
When a Fire Starts to Burn
by Ephemeral. Rated: E. Words: 11,362. Harry/Severus. Severitus. A/B/O. Alpha Harry. Omega Severus. Virginity loss. Breeding kink.
It's a Severitus to Snarry A/B/O, do you really need more of a hook than that? Ok, fine:
Severus is stood up by an alpha for his yearly heat. Suppressants can only help so much then, and when his heat comes on with his sixteen-year-old adoptive alpha son around him, well, things happen.
Penance
by PettyPrince. Rated: E. Words: 36,326. Harry/Severus. Soulmates. Implied/referenced self harm.
Prompt fill: As Harry’s soulmate, it is up to Snape to raise him when Lily and James die. When Harry is finally old enough to complete the Bond, Snape isn’t sure he can go through with it with the boy who he has raised as a son.
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Filled to the brim with a little something for everyone (I hope!), and presented in no particular order, here is the official Buck Moon 2023 Rec List! Join in the Buck Moon celebration by reading a fic, new or old, and leave a comment! Bonus points if you find the oldest and newest fics on the list.
Please mind the tags and ratings, etc on all fics before enjoying.
Safe And Sound by Orphan_Account
Moving into his new flat after his divorce, James Potter is surprised to meet his new neighbour--the ever adorable, sweet, Deaf Remus Lupin. Growing up a CODA, James is more than happy to meet someone who speaks his mother tongue, but isn't sure what to do when the feelings of friendship start to turn into something deeper. Freshly divorced, is James ready to move on?
beautiful boy by dykesiriusblack @dykefever
It has been since first year: this delirious want suffused in Remus’s veins. James introduced himself on their first day at university and Remus’s heart hasn’t sat right in his chest since. It’s been bunched over, scrunched in a corner to make room for James and his booming laugh and bright smile, the way his calloused fingers grip Remus’s elbow as he passes him in the hallway of their shared flat and scoops out his pulse. two boys and a day.
Blood Moon by @impishtubist
“No, you misunderstand.” Dumbledore’s icy-blue gaze holds his own, and for some reason, Remus feels a chill crawl down his spine. “Harry doesn’t know that James is alive.”
Crowns and Coffee Cups by @eyra
There's the wild, hedonistic James, all wicked grins and bright eyes behind his trademark glasses, and then there's the quiet, deliberate James with his low voice and a big, warm hand on Remus's chest, trying to feel for a fever beneath the cotton of his t-shirt and Remus thinks, as he closes his eyes to the touch, that both James's are rather wonderful but this one - this one is his. Remus gets ill, sometimes. James is always there.
Finding Me, Finding You by @puuvillaa
James has a one-night stand with Remus. In the morning, he realises what a big mistake he has made.
postcard from paris by @greyeyedmonster-18
They survived a war, and grew alongside each other, until life finally pulled the three of them in different directions. The night before James Potter leaves for a Healing residency in another country, he and Remus spend one last night together. Five years later, Sirius Black is getting married, and Remus finds himself face-to-face with James for the first time since that night . The night that ended in empty promises and a fever Remus couldn't sweat out. Sirius is in love. James is charming and handsome as he had ever been. And Remus, without a doubt, is unbelievably ruined.
Then Let’s Have Everything by probablydaydreaming
Remus has a breeding kink and James acts on it + cute, fluffy talks about the future and starting a family
I can wait, I can wait by bertramwooster
Remus Lupin spent almost every day of his 13th summer with James Potter.
tie the anchor to our feet and say goodbye by @mkaugust
Remus knows things never happen one at a time. He just didn’t expect to spend James' final months having a poorly timed sexuality crisis.
Until the Moon Sets by BelladonnaLee @lee-bella
On a moonlit night in the waning summer, Remus takes two bottles of Butterbeer and a pack of cigarettes to the Great Lake for a rendezvous with a certain someone who is no longer here.
Howling at the Moon by BelladonnaLee @lee-bella
He is lost in the forest of antlers, lost in his prey and lover's antlers on this full moon night.
Demoralized by Mairi Nathaira (Tara)
Remus is a prostitute. He runs into someone he knows and things changes from there.
Coming Second by orphan_account
James has a tough Quidditch match. Luckily Remus is on hand to sooth his.... Soul.
Campfire Confessions by @mkaugust
Quiet & warm late summer nights and a stolen hoodie.
The Bane of My Existence by @givemetherapyimawritingtravesty
Sugar Daddy moonchaser domestic fluff and smut.
The Truth Will Out by BeautifullyBrokenPeople
Auror James Potter gets cursed on a mission, and the consequences will have him revealing his deepest darkest secrets; but how will Remus, his best friend and long-time crush, handle the truth?
A Patient Wolf by RonsGirlFriday
"A gentleman is simply a patient wolf." (Lana Turner) A series of vignettes marking the passage of time in an unrequited Remus/James.
Fine by June by eprime
Remus gets everything he wants, and then he gives it up again.
Jersey Boys by @aqua-myosotis
James is going mad, Remus is a cutey and Sirius is done with it.
ripe, and semi-sweet by theweeddecays @remuspotterblack
Remus is finally ready to follow through on a promise he made to James.
The Art of Flying by @theresthesnitch
James always looked so pretty up in the air, but now, Remus controls when he gets to come… and when he gets to come down.
(PS... think a great fic is missing? Send an ask with a rec, it's not too late!)
#buck moon 2023#buck moon#moonchaser#wolfbucks#remus lupin/james potter#james potter#remus lupin#fic rec#rec list
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Lani's Kinktober 2023 Masterlist
31 days | 31 ships | 31 kinks
In an effort to practice my smut writing, I am participating in @kinktober2023!! Everyday I'll post a ficlet (500 words exactly) with a different ship and a different kink.
Fair warning to anyone horny enough to read them, some contain dark/disturbing topics (i.e. rape/non-con, underage, vore, emeto, etc.). I will try to include any relevant info and warnings before each story, but just be advised. I also took the prompts very loosely, and some of the stories don't contain smut, only the build-up to it (I ran out of words, oopsies). These will be a mix of common ships, rare pairs, and my personal blorbos. I tried to include a good mix!
I had a plethora of inspiration for these juicy ficlets. All sources of inspiration are linked above the individual stories, and I highly recommend checking them out. All remixed/inspired stories are written with the original authors' permissions.
Links and summaries will be added here as they post. Or you can read them on AO3. Hope you enjoy! I know I did 😘
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Day 1: Micro - Draco/Harry
Harry Potter has a tiny dick. And oh, how Draco loves it.
Day 2: Inflation - Lucius/Charlie
Lucius Malfoy has an intimate meeting with the head dragonologist.
Day 3: Bootworship - Astoria/Bellatrix
Astoria tests the limits of her houseguest’s control.
Day 4: Prostitution - Regulus/James
James pays a visit to his favourite club.
Day 5: Collaring - fem!Harry/Severus
Harrie sees a light in the darkness in the form of Severus Snape.
Day 6: Chastity - Lily/Severus
Severus was used to waiting for Lily Evans.
Day 7: Stuck in Wall - Angelina/Fred/George
Angelina gets stuck in a wall, and the twins help her out.
Day 8: Breeding - Lily Luna/Blaise
Blaise finds out by accident that his secretary likes a certain kink.
Day 9: Glory Hole - Harry/Ron
Ron doesn’t know how much longer he can keep pretending.
Day 10: Infidelity - Sirius/Draco
After Draco and Astoria have a fight, he goes to his cousin’s house to cool off.
Day 11: Petplay - Petunia/Minerva
No matter what Petunia did, the cat was always there.
Day 12: Somnophilia - Peter/Percy
Peter just wants his owner to be happy.
Day 13: Menophilia - Gwenog/Ginny
Ginny and Gwen get hot and steamy in the showers after Quidditch practice.
Day 14: Cloning - Parvati/Tonks
Parvati can’t get over Lavender, no matter how much she tries.
Day 15: Noncon - Rabastan/Ginny
The Dark Lord gifts Rabastan a new pet. Now, he must claim her publicly.
Day 16: Double Penetration - Marcus/Percy/Oliver
Percy gets pounded by two extremely buff Quidditch players.
Day 17: Vore - Alecto/Nagini
Alecto always took great care of Nagini.
Day 18: Olfactophilia - Sirius/Remus
Remus unexpectedly goes into rut while staying at Grimmauld Place.
Day 19: Uniform - Narcissa/Harry
Harry visits the manor and lets Mrs Malfoy take care of him.
Day 20: Watersports - Theo/Harry
Theo gets marked by his Alpha boyfriend in an alleyway. He only complains a little.
Day 21: Tentacles - Luna/Giant Squid
Luna wants a baby, and she’ll do anything to get one.
Day 22: Intercrural Sex - Draco/Narcissa
Narcissa comforts Draco as only a mother can.
Day 23: Facesitting - Millicent/Cho
Riding a person was similar to riding a broom.
Day 24: Crossdressing - Neville/Pansy
Neville and Pansy have some fun in the dressing room while shopping.
Day 25: Pregnancy - Gilderoy/Pandora/Xenophiliius
Gilderoy Lockhart was a stud. The ladies all loved him, what could he say?
Day 26: Grooming - Bellatrix/Luna
Bellatrix meets a ghost from her past and is determined to not let this chance slip by.
Day 27: Emeto - Remus/Severus
Severus makes Lupin take it all.
Day 28: Cockbulge - Sirius/Theo
Theo meets the monster haunting Grimmauld Place.
Day 29: Feeding - Fleur/Hermione
Fleur held the fork up to Hermione’s lips, a gleam in her eye.
Day 30: Sounding - Newt/Theseus
Newt gets poisoned. Thankfully, his brother is there to deliver the antidote.
Day 31: Heartbeat - Lily/Black Sisters
Lily wanders into a drafty castle. She isn’t prepared to meet her hosts.
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