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tiredofthehumanlife · 28 days

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Quiet time

Barbie dolls: poly maurders x reader (James, Sirius, Remus, you)

Word: 1.2k ish

Summary:you're overstimulated (autistic not sex) and Remus' chronic pain flares up and hilarity ensues

Warnings: you stim with your hands and also are overstimulated, I described it with my own experience so it might not be like yours, Remus Sirius and James are dating I know that's crazy but sometimes poly gets tagged with it just being an odd threesome and not actually poly, you watch TV? I think that's it dude

James and Sirius had left for their date a long time ago. You and Remus decided to spend the time they were gone at home. After they had closed the door a lot had happened. When Remus woke up that morning his hip was bothering him. 'only a little' he whispered to you three as you all watched him take pain meds. Remus often downplayed his pain for the benefit of others. He seemed okay though after his meds he was going about his tasks like normal. After Sirius and James left, his pain seemed to quadruple. So you got him into a warm bath. You made him his favorite soup. You made the bed, adding extra pillows for his back. You pulled out Remus' heating pad. You tucked him into bed with his soup and everything else you could think of. Unfortunately within the time it took for you to take care of Remus the world got too loud, your clothes got to clothesy, you could feel your teeth, everything was too much and now you were overstimulated and your boyfriend was practically bedridden.

When you did get overstimulated your partners were nothing but helpful. You often would stop talking, opting for silence. You wanted it dark and the only sound you wanted were sounds that you picked. Like the TV show you've already seen eight million times, the music you picked out. You need your weighted stuffed animal, your weighted blankets, your clothes needed to clothes in the right way, you needed to sit and not do anything for as long as possible.

Your partners were exceptionally good at working with your needs. Remus didn't mind when you stopped talking. He loved your voice but he also enjoyed quiet time. It was nice sitting next to a bundle of blankets that occasionally sprouted a hand holding out a peice of chocolate for him. Sirius would doodle on your arm, the repetitive movements calming your brain. He'd sit in a dark silent room anyday. Getting him to stop talking was sometimes a feat but you could press your finger to his lips and he'd get the message. James would squeeze you very tightly and the compression helped a lot. So that's how you and Remus ended up on either side of your bed, both wrapped up in your own comfort items. Your tv show was playing on the television, Remus didn't mind that he had all the lines memorized. You'd shake your hands every time the intro played and mouthed the words. It's all he needed to know you were more than happy. You had your stuffed animal pressed to your chest and your blankets wrapped around you.

Sometimes Remus felt too hot from pain to want to be all over another person. Sometimes you were too aware of your skin to want to cuddle. The only physical contact you two were sharing was your arms outstretched, your hands resting on the mattress, pinkies pressed against each other. That's all you wanted. The lights were off. Remus thought he might drift off and he hoped when he woke the pain would be gone. Then the door opened.

James and Sirius came prancing in. James was already moving towards the dresser, pulling out comfy clothes. Sirius looked like he wanted to jump into the bed, but he recognized the position you and Remus were in. He moved over to Remus and gently kissed his cheek. Sirius asked him all his regular doting questions. Remus answered all of them. Remus waved Sirius off when Sirius asked if he needed anything. James left to the bathroom to get changed as Sirius moved around the bed to your side.

"How you feeling about physical contact?" You pointed to your cheek. Sirius quickly leaned forward and press a kiss to your cheek.

"How do we feel about cuddles?" Sirius asked, looking between you and Remus. You heard Remus shuffling and moving his blankets to be more accommodating for another person.

"I suppose I could." Remus muttered. Sirius turned to you, waiting on your reply. You pointed to the bathroom. You held your thumb and pointer together to make a tiny spacy between, and then pointed to Sirius.

"You'll cuddle James but not me?" You nodded. Sirius clicked his tounge before pecking your cheek again. He whispered an 'I love you' before quickly moving over to Remus. He gently snuggled up to Remus, not wanting to hurt him. Remus wrapped his arms around Sirius. Sirius stuck his hand out behind him and wrapped his pinkie around your yours.

Soon enough James came into the room in his pajamas; red plaid pants, one of Sirius' worn band shirts, and fluffy socks. He first checked on Remus leaning over Sirius' outreached hands to kiss Remus. Sirius tugged on James' shirt, pecking him too. James moved to you, holding his hands behind his back. He knew if he didn't restrain himself he'd want to cuddle you immediately.

"Oh I love this episode." Sirius whispered, staring at the screen. He started to mouth the lines to himself.

"World got too much?" You nodded, letting out a sigh. You leaned to the side, knocking your head into James' abdomen. He took that as a sign you needed his physical affection, wrapping his arms around you.

"You want squeezes?" You nodded against James' chest. He pulled away from you. You scooted forward on the bed, giving James space behind you. He quickly crawled in. James had his legs on either side of you before gently tugging you back. Your back pressed against his chest. James wrapped his arms around you, squeezing lightly. You sighed against his shoulder. James kissed your shoulder. He looked over to Remus. You ran your fingers over the back of Sirius' hand.

"How are you feeling, Moony?" James whispered. He didn't want to be too loud for you and you greatly appreciated it. Remus groaned.

"Like an old grandpa." Sirius smiled at you before nipping at Remus' forearm with his teeth. Remus kissed the top of Sirius' head. James cooed. He gently kissed Remus' shoulder.

"Well I think you're a very hot grandpa." Sirius grimaced at James. James smiled at Remus. Remus burried his face in Sirius' hair looking up at James.

"That was gross James." Sirius whispered. His voice was muffled by the sleeve of Remus' sweater. James sighed, dropping his head against the headboard.

"I'm trying to be positive." James argued, still keeping his tone hushed. Sirius shook his head.

"It was nasty. What kind of person finds old grandpas attractive?" Sirius asked. Remus loosened his hold on Sirius.

"Ouch, Pads." Remus muttered. Sirius glared at him before looking back at James.

"I was being kind, but of course you wouldn't know much about that. I swear you almost mugged that guy at the restaurant." James rolled his eyes as he argued with Sirius. Sirius scoffed before looking to you.

"Can you believe this, baby? He's such a scoundrel. You should've cuddled with me." Sirius giggled at his own joke. You looked over Sirius' head to make eye contact with Remus. He shook his head.

"Would you like to leave them both and run off on our own?" Remus asked. You shrugged and turned your head. You looked away from them entirely. They took that as a sign you wanted quiet time. You slowly fell asleep in James' tight hold. They all kept quiet as they got ready for bed themselves. James just threw a pillow behind his head and scooted down further so he was laying down. Sirius washed his face and Remus took his melatonin. His insomnia and pain often made it difficult for him to fall asleep. They both bolted back into each other's arms the second they finished. Sirius rested his head on James' shoulder as he fell asleep.

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crazyyluvr · 30 days

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Hello! I have a request if that's okay? Could you maybe do a James Potter x male!reader (with the reader being Ravenclaw) where they end up being partnered together in potions and afterwards James is like 'shit. I think I might be gay.'

Basically where the reader is his gay awakening haha

pairing: james potter x male!ravenclaw!reader

summary: in which James never knew men could be so attractive until he gets paired up with you in a Potions activity.

genre: fluff, gay awakening, crushing

wc: 2.1k

warning/s: cursing, reader is a little taller than james, he/him pronouns, gay panic, james is a lil shy here, potion nonsense that i made up on the spot, reader is good in potions, mention of boobs lmao

note: oooh, interesting request anon. i like it. i hope you enjoy!!

oneshot under the cut :: not edited

James Potter was dying.

No, not literally. But he did feel like he was literally dying.

This is what a painful death felt like, didn't it? The inability to properly take in air, the painful pounding of his racing heart, the stumble of his tongue as he tried and failed to properly speak.

On the contrary, James Potter was not just dying. He was dying of embarrassment.

Let's rewind a little bit for some context.

Gryffindor and Ravenclaw were stuck in the dungeons of a double Potions class together. As usual, James sat beside his friend Sirius Black, and as usual, they were noisy with sniggers and poorly muted whispers.

"Black, Potter, do you have something that you'd like to share?" Professor Slughorn called to the two boys sitting in the back after a wheeze from Sirius was too loud for the professor to ignore.

"No sir, we're — we're fine," James said, sounding slightly out if breath from containing his laughter at a joke Sirius had made. "Just a little hot in here, isn't it?"

Slughorn sighed. "It's less hot here in the front, Potter, so why don't you switch with Shelby here?"

The girl sitting beside you perked up at the mention of her name, looking back and blushing when she realized that she was going to be sitting beside Sirius Black.

"On the contrary sir, I think I feel slightly colder already," James grinned. "I'm fine with staying at the back."

"I insist, Potter," Slughorn held a strained smile, displaying the fact that James had no choice but to follow.

The boy sighed, giving Sirius an exaggerated mournful look before picking up his things and walking over to the now vacant seat in the front, messing up his hair along the way out of habit.

He set his things down beside his chair and slumped into it, sparing a glance at his new seatmate. "Hello. I guess you're stuck with me for today," James said quietly, not wanting to disrupt Slughorn's lesson again.

You turned to face him, giving him a small smile. "I guess so. Nice to meet you."

James nodded, and you looked away to jot down some notes as Slughorn wrote on the board.

James did a double take, his brain just processing the face he saw.

Woah, he's handsome.

He couldn't stop himself from looking at you again, taking in your features from the side; your focused eyes, your cheeks, your jawline, your lips.

James had to make himself blink twice to snap himself out of his trance. I'm straight. So what if he's handsome? I'm handsome too.

"Now that we're done with our lesson, you will use the rest of the period to brew a simple Sleeping Draught with your seatmate," Slughorn announced. "Go through your books for the procedure, and don't hesitate to ask me any questions you may have."

With a wave of his wand, a cauldron appeared on the side of each pair's table. "The ingredients are in the cupboard behind me," he continued, waving his wand once more to open the cupboard doors. "You may begin."

James went to stand up, but you put a hand on his shoulder to stop him. He looked at you and saw that you got to your feet. "I'll go get the ingredients. Can you partially fill the cauldron with water and heat it up please?" You asked.

"Uh — sure," James responded, making you smile and pat his shoulder twice before leaving with you Potions book in hand.

James stared after you, shook his head to focus. You gave him a task, and he had the weird goal to not let you down. He muttered “aguamenti” under his breath and water spilled out of the tip of his wand, filling the the cauldron. He flicked his wand upward to stop the flow once the water was halfway.

He ignited a fire under the cauldron and stayed standing over it, watching bubbles appear in the water.

“I’m back,” you greeted, gently putting down the ingredients on the empty part of their table.

James turned his head to look at you, his breath hitching when he noticed that you had a few inches over him, the top of his head reaching a little bit above your eyebrows.

He watched you pull the sleeves of your uniform upwards to your elbows, revealing your forearms. He swallowed with difficulty.

Get your head in the game, Potter, James thought, mentally slapping himself. He’s just a random boy from Ravenclaw whose taller than you and has really nice arms. Big deal.

“I’ll cut the ingredients up, you put them in the cauldron and follow the stirring. Is that okay?” You asked, giving him a glance before you put the ingredients on the cutting board in front of you.

“You’re doing an awful lot of work, huh?” James said, chuckling breathily, making you laugh slightly in response.

“Stirring properly and putting the ingredients in is also important, is it not?” You smiled teasingly, cutting the plant root with as much accuracy as possible.

He watched your fingers glide over the root and how the veins on the back of your palm popped to life when you gripped the knife.

Holy shit, James, control yourself, the messy-haired boy scolded himself. Think boobs. Boobs!

“Are you ready for the Quidditch match tomorrow?” You asked, attempting to break the semi-awkward silence between you two.

“Ah,” James remembered that Gryffindor had a match against Hufflepuff. In truth, he wasn't all that worried about it, since he's seen their Seeker and he isn't much (NO HATE ON HUFFLEPUFF, I LOVE HUFFLEPUFF <33).

"I think I'm ready," James said after a moment of silence. "I don't feel all that worried about it," he grinned, sending the boy a wink. Why he did that when he normally only did it to girls (with the exception of his own friend group) he had no idea why. I guess being with you made him full of even more surprises.

You rolled your eyes playfully at him. "Sure." You handed him the chopping board with your evenly cut plant roots on it. "Time for you to shine, Mister Potter. Pour it and stir it properly."

James took the board with an exaggerated bow. "It's my pleasure, good sir." He tossed the roots in the boiling cauldron almost carelessly, some of the water splashing onto the back of his hand.

You, who was supposed to be grinding some mineral to powder, immediately set down your mortar and pestle to check on the boy who winced in pain as the hot water made contact with his skin.

"Be careful!" You scolded, gently grabbing his hand and examining it. "It's not that bad of a burn, but we're gonna have to rinse it with warm water."

James nodded dumbly, the pain numbing slightly as soon as his hand made contact with yours.

Soft hands, he noted.

You dragged him over to the sink on the other side of the room and let the faucet run for a little while before guiding his hand under the running water, your focus blinding you from James's stare.

I'm straight. I'm straight. Straight as a wand.

"Does it hurt, Potter?"

"James," He answered absentmindedly.

"What?"

"Call me James. Not Potter."

You looked up, his big brown eyes staring at you behind round, silver-rimmed glasses. "Okay, James," he totally did not shiver at the sound of his first name rolling off your tongue, "does it hurt?"

James shook his head. "It feels way better now."

"Are you sure?" You questioned, brows creasing in concern.

"Yeah — yep, I'm fine," he answered, his eyes unblinking as he maintained eye contact with you despite his small stumble over his own words. "We can just continue brewing the potion, yeah?"

Which brings us to the present moment, where he felt like he was dying.

"Okay, as long as you're sure..." You said, not entirely convinced but letting it slide for now.

You pulled down your sleeve on one arm to use it to wipe the extra water that lingered on his hand before letting it go entirely. James was already missing the warmth.

"Let's head back," you said, checking your watch as you turned around to return to your table and to resume your tasks of preparing the ingredients.

Your work commenced in silence. Your potion was a little messed up from the lack of stirring and addition of the other ingredients, but it wasn't unsalvageable. You just added some bark and leaves to balance it out a little.

You hesitantly handed the ingredients to James, worried that he was going to hurt himself again, but this time he was gentle, smiling at you victoriously as if not getting burned again was an accomplishment — which it was, you guess.

"You're stirring too quickly, James," you said, laughing slightly at his somewhat aggressive stirring.

"It didn't say that speed mattered," he replied cheekily, continuing his ministrations.

You sighed, shaking your head slightly with a smile on your face as you took a step towards him and grabbed his stirring hand, the one that wasn't burned. James eyes widened a fraction at the contact, but said nothing.

"Slow down," you murmured, guiding his hand to a much slower pace compared to the one he had set moments before. "No need to rush."

James didn't reply, too busy trying to tame the redness of his cheeks. In order to guide him, you had to stand close behind him, your chest grazing his back and your breath fanning his ear and part of his neck. Goosebumps trailed over the skin that your hot breath caressed.

"'Stir clockwise until potion turns a light shade of blue,'" you read from the instructions in your book. "What do you think, James? Is our potion ready yet?" You hummed the question almost directly in his ear.

This damn man. No way is he not doing this on purpose.

"It — No, not yet," He said, mentally whacking himself in the back of his head for his stammering.

"Alright, we keep stirring then."

You could have let go of his hand already and let him stir on his own, but you didn't. You kept your hand over his, clutching it in a gentle grip, until your potion turned from purple into a light blue.

You smiled. James, for some reason, could feel that smile despite not seeing it. It tingled in the back of his brain.

"Okay, we're done."

You let go of his hand, moving to the side to grab a dropper and a vial. James pulled the stirrer out of the cauldron and set it aside, watching you collect some of your potion and putting it in the vial.

"The Sleeping Draught can be deadly in large amounts," you said, collecting more of the potion as a bit of your Ravenclaw brain slipped out. "If you take too much of it, your calming sleep will also turn into an endless one."

You put down the dropped and took a stopper to seal the vial. You looked up at James with a smile that James could only interpret as mischievous. "Everything can kill you if you have too much of it, don't you agree?"

You don't wait for him to reply before going to the front and placing your vial in the empty rack on Slughorn's table, holding a small conversation with Slughorn before returning to get your things.

"We can leave early," you informed James, grinning. You shouldered your bag and adjusted your blue tie to not choke you as much, the hot atmosphere of the Potions room getting to you a little. "See you around, James."

You left him staring at your back, mouth slightly open and eyes wide.

Sirius passed him to get some ingredients his partner forgot to retrieve earlier and noticed his dumbfounded expression. "You good, Prongs? What happened to your hand?" He asked, looking at James's hand as he raised it to ruffle his own hair.

"Pads," he said, his voice cracking slightly. "Pads, I think I'm in love."

"Huh?" He followed his best mate's gaze, catching a glimpse of your uniform before you disappeared completely. Sirius looked back at the bespectacled boy with a cheeky grin on his face.

"Nah mate, I think you just got your gay awakening. Welcome to the club, Prongs."

"Yeah..." James's eyes were still fixed on the doorway where you once were, before his eyes snapped to Sirius's when his words fully processed in his brain. "Wait, you're gay??"

Sirius shrugged. "I'd be disappointed in myself if I wasn't," he joked, clapping James on the back. "You got good taste for your first boy crush," Sirius said before leaving James to his unpacked things and his own thoughts.

Can't argue with Padfoot about that: I definitely got good taste in men for my first guy crush...

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im-in-a-love-cult · 2 months

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Hi!! I don’t know if your requests are open, but if they’re not, totally ignore this!!

So I looked up marauders x trans reader and I found your post about Remus and reader syncing up their time of the month and UGHHHH I NEED MORE CONTENT!!!

So here’s my thinking:

Poly!marauders (if you write them, If not I’m thinking Sirius :) x trans boy reader who isn’t allowed to look like a boy at hogwarts since he’s not out, but when the summer comes and all the marauders are hanging out, reader shows up all cool and boyish (if you get what I mean?) and he comes out and they all love on him and ask questions and it’s just pure and nice :)))

Thank you so much!!!!!

Hello sweetheart!! I'm so happy about the request, thank you. I hope you meant without Pete, because i didn't include him 😭 its okay, if he's not included he cant betray us (unless..)

Poly Marauders x closeted Transmasc! Reader headcanons

Masking is absolute hell for you, obviously

Honestly, they realised something was wrong

In my personal opinion, theyre not oblivious at all

They saw how you cringed when they call you feminine nicknames

So, for the summer you have a 'fuck it' moment

You wanna chop all your hair off? Do it

You walk out, honestly all heads turn

You get nervous, till remus wraps his arm around your waist

'I like this' he mutters, obviously referring to the new look

So, you sit them all down, and tell them this isn't a fashion statement, and that youre actually just a boy

THE SUPPORT OMFG

Kisses, praise, 'I'm so proud of you'

New chosen name? They all think it's cool

They want you to be as comfortable as possible

They dont treat you much differently

Sirius making mindless flirty remarks that he know will give you gender happiness but is still subtle

James will not physically stop kissing you

He's so proud

He loves you

They all do

Them asking what remarks make you uncomfortable, and what makes you comfortable

Sirius is like "yep, daddys bank account gonna be REAL low"

Binders, very masculine clothes, perhaps top surgery?

Long story short 'oh, he's happy? I'm happy and i love him'

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cosmal · 1 year

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James potter is a holding hands all the time whenever possible BF!

i said hand too many times in this sorry.

james potter holds your hands when! in the morning as soon as he wakes up, he’s blindly searching for your hand pinned between the both of you. he kisses your knuckles to wake you up gently. murmuring sweet nothings into your skin. he holds your hand when you brush your teeth together. when you’re eating cereal in the morning he holds you hand across your bench. your hands are always interlocked wherever you’re walking. he definitely holds it when crossing the road. seriously, he just always wants to hold your hand. lining up at the grocers. lining up outside clubs. he’s got a drink in one hand, your hand in the other. he likes to grab your attention by tugging your hand as well. when he can’t hold your hand he definitely feels weird. he fidgets and gets a little pouty. james, baby, it’s hot and your hands are sweaty. he whines. please. just let me hold your finger :((

#james potter #james potter x female!reader #james potter x male reader #james potter x gn!reader #james potter x reader #james potter headcanon #james potter drabble

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starstruckwillows · 2 years

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james potter and cuddling <3

♡ don't go yet - j.p ♡

this is more a blurb lol <3 @sw34terw34ther

starstruckwillows 🂱

pairing; james potter x reader

category; pure fluff

summary; james is a cuddlebug. end of.

warnings/content; none

other; none

james potter was a very strong guy.

quidditch and pranks and his endless energy had buffed him up, and he could utilize his strength for practical tasks.

he chose, however, to use that power to prevent you from leaving his embrace, whining about how it didn't matter if you missed your event.

"james, babe, i'm gonna be late." you huffed, smiling, and trying to wiggle out.

and trying to ignore the smell of his linen fabric softener tempting you to give up and spend the day like that.

he buried his head into your neck, "nah."

"yes!"

"nope."

"james."

"y/n."

he persisted until you went slack, relaxing in his grip and he grinned, with a contended sigh, falling back to a hazy sleep.

as james let his eyes shut and his arms loosen their hold, you took the chance of defenseless to dart up and into the bathroom.

indignantly, "hey!"

"sorry jamie," you began but he cut you off, as you heard him trudge over to the door, "you are not forgiven. i want to cuddle."

"later." you promise.

a beat of silence. you giggle, turn on the tap, and start brushing your teeth.

then a grunt, "fine."

and he's back in bed, asleep, with a pillow clutched to his chest, by the time you leave the bathroom.

you tucked a bookmark into the 'quidditch through the ages' he'd started reading before dozing off, placing it on the night stand as you pressed a kiss to his forehead and gently shut the door behind you.

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defectivevillain · 2 years

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same old mistakes

pairing: James Potter x reader

summary: James is smitten with Lily. At least, that’s what he thinks. When he finds himself being tutored by you, Lily’s best friend, James starts to question his feelings.

reader’s pronouns: he/him

James didn’t realize just how much his gaze wandered from the redheaded girl to the person at her side- you. He didn’t realize just how much he awaited your eyes on his, longing for your attention. He didn’t realize his feelings for you until it was far, far too late to go back. This is how James Potter finds himself sitting across from you in the library, his heart racing out of his chest.

“Where’s Lily?” James asks hesitantly. He's not even sure if he wants to know the answer. You simply raise an eyebrow at him, looking incredibly amused at his dismay. This only makes his heart race even more.

“She’s busy,” you reply vaguely, not wanting to detail the real reason why Lily isn't tutoring the boy. You lost the bet you made with her, after all, so now you’re paying the price. “It’s okay. I know what I’m doing. Don’t look at me like that.”

“Sorry,” James grimaces, getting out his Charms textbook. He is surprisingly decent at Charms, despite everyone else’s preconceptions. In fact, the only reason he was taking Charms tutoring lessons in the first place was because of Lily. And now, she’s not even here. He sighs very loudly. Is there any way to get out of this?

“Don’t even try it.” “I wasn’t doing anything,” James squints at you, surprised at how quickly you caught on to his incoming thoughts of mischief. You simply stare back at him, raising your eyebrows as if inviting him to continue explaining himself. James doesn’t bother.

“Sure,” you roll your eyes, absentmindedly tapping your quill against your notes. “You probably have the Marauders on speed dial... Oh. Sorry, it’s a Muggle reference.” You add on at the end, noticing his confusion. You pinch the bridge of your nose, evidently summoning the patience you need for tutoring. James’s heart is hammering in his chest, as he struggles to think of a way to purposefully be bad at something. He’s never had to do it before.

“Okay, so, what are you struggling with?” You’re staring at him with open eyes and he can’t find an explanation. His thoughts are blurred and convoluted, and he can't think of what to say. Why is this happening?! He always managed to make something up in front of Lily. He frowns to himself, entirely unaware that you are beginning to understand his motive for these tutoring sessions. “Oh. You’re not struggling with anything, are you? You just pretend so that you can see Lily.”

“No, that’s not-” “Save it,” you shake your head in disbelief, packing up your books. There’s a frustrated expression on your face and you bite your lip as you finish putting everything away. James remains silent as you do so, entirely unsure of how to salvage the situation. “Well, thanks for wasting my time.” You get up and walk away. James tries to call your name, but you don't respond. You turn the corner and James promptly deflates, putting his head on the library table dejectedly.

James is rather depressed for the rest of the day. Even the very tempting offer to put Dungbombs under the tables in the Great Hall isn’t enough to cheer him up, to the Marauders’ surprise. Sirius tries to ask him about whatever’s troubling him, but he eventually gives up after James refuses to talk. Remus and Peter give him more space, patting him on the shoulder and assuring him that they’re there for him if needed.

It isn’t until he’s walking towards the Great Hall the next morning that he begins to realize the ramifications of what he’s done. James doesn’t even get the chance to take one step into the hall before he’s being dragged to the side by a familiar, yet very angry looking, redhead.

“What did you do, Potter?” Lily hisses. He stammers out objections, but they fall entirely flat when faced with the girl’s menacing glare. “I ought to hex you right now.”

“I didn’t do anything... much,” James grimaces, glancing around her shoulder at the Great Hall. He looks around the space, but he doesn’t see you anywhere. Guilt settles heavily in his stomach, even more so when Lily levels him with a malicious glare.

“He’s very upset,” Lily frowns, crossing her arms over her chest. James feels like a right prat now. “After all, you completely wasted his time. You do realize he had to miss Quidditch practice just to tutor you, right?”

“What- why?”

“Merlin, Potter, you’re a mess,” Lily sighs, putting her head in her hands for a brief moment. When she tilts her head back up to look at him, she looks to be a strange mix of irritated and exasperated. “He lost our bet so he had to tutor you.”

“Why was tutoring me part of your bet in the first place?” James squints at her. He’s vaguely aware that, throughout their entire conversation, he hasn't felt nervous once. It’s a bit strange. He thought that even speaking to Lily for as long as he is would incite some feeling in him, but he seems to be distracted by other things, or, more accurately, other people. “What if I genuinely needed help with Charms?”

“But you didn’t, did you?” Lily snaps, her frustration quickly growing. “You were just pretending so that you could talk to me. Merlin, you’re such a prat. I don’t know what he sees in you.”

“Wait- what who sees in me?” James asks, unable to hide the hope from his voice.

“Never mind,” Lily sighs, shaking her head in disbelief. For a moment, James thinks her irritation is waning. The moment he thinks so, of course, she is off on another tangent. “Now, thanks to you, my best friend won’t even talk to me. So, thank you, really. I’m glad you decided to lie to me instead of just telling me the truth.” Lily walks away, her hair swishing as she makes her way to the Great Hall. James watches her leave, a strange feeling in his chest. He just had a full conversation with Lily Evans, for the first time, and he didn’t feel... anything. For a long moment, he stands at the entrance to the Great Hall, entirely frozen. Then, a sudden clarity overrides his thoughts. He knows what he needs to do.

As James walks closer to your seat, you eventually meet his gaze by accident and glance away. James sighs, steeling his nerves before walking up to you. “Hey,” he remarks casually.

“Yes?” you ask, your head tilted down to look at an essay. You look up, evidently to greet the newcomer, and your posture stiffens. “Oh, Potter.”

“I’m sorry,” James says. “I wasn’t thinking. I didn’t realize that you had to miss practice just to tutor me.”

“What?” you ask, your confusion quickly morphing into something else upon hearing the latter half of his sentence. The light in your eyes completely fades. James wants to hit himself. How could he have messed up an apology?! “Oh, that’s what this is about. Yeah, whatever.”

“No, that’s- Merlin, sorry, I’m shit at this,” James stumbles, itching the back of his neck. He’s vaguely aware of the Marauders burning holes into his back with their gazes, but he ignores it and tries to continue. “I just mean, I’m sorry. I didn’t want to waste your time.”

“It’s fine,” you reply, some of your wariness beginning to fade. Your gaze flits about the hall as if not wanting to settle on him, James notices. He takes a deep breath.

“Um, I was thinking,” James breaks off, wincing at how nervous he sounds. He’s certain he’s never sounded this foolish before. He wouldn’t be surprised if his voice cracked in the middle of his next sentence. “Do you want to maybe... actually study together? We do have that History of Magic exam tomorrow.”

“I’d like that,” you answer, a smile growing on your face. James feels his cheeks flush for some unknown reason, and he hurriedly shoves his hands in his pockets. It’s a rather lame attempt at maintaining his dignity, but it’s an attempt nonetheless.

“Sweet, see you then.” James says, turning on his heel and walks back towards the Marauders, who are now making kissy-faces at him. Well, at least, Sirius is. Remus looks mildly amused and Peter doesn't seem to be paying attention to anything other than the food on his plate. James shakes his head in disbelief, closing the distance between them and sitting down next to Sirius.

“So, it went well?” Peter questions, just barely pausing for a moment to speak before stuffing food in his mouth again. Remus’s eyebrows furrow at the display, and Sirius claps Peter on the shoulder and mutters something about breaking his record.

“Yeah, how’d you know?” James remembers to ask.

“You just have a stupid expression on your face,” Sirius supplied, waving at his face vaguely. James rolls his eyes and elbows him in the side. Sirius exaggeratedly falls onto the empty bench on the other side of him, bringing a hand to his side and bemoaning the pain.

“Well, I don’t really care, as long as I can be best man at the wedding,” Remus shrugs, taking a sip of his pumpkin juice. He appears to be entirely unbothered by the whole exchange, in typical Remus fashion. James finds himself appreciating the boy a bit more. He is about to agree with the idea when he’s suddenly interrupted. “What?” Sirius gasps, placing a hand on his chest dramatically. His outburst is rather louder than intended, and several people swivel around to look at the commotion. “No way, I’m the best man!” “You can all be the best man,” James says placatingly. “The best men, obviously.” He takes a sip of the juice from his own goblet, before looking over to you again. There’s a soft smile on your face as you talk with your housemates, and James feels a grin of his own forming.

“Merlin, you’re hopeless,” Remus sighs. Sirius and Peter nod in agreement, but James can't be bothered to be embarrassed. Not when he has a study session with you to look forward to.

#James potter x reader #James potter x male reader #x male reader #x reader #marauders #marauders era #hp #hp x male reader

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nasa-writing-club · 4 months

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-INFORMATION-

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WHO I WILL WRITE FOR

Golden Trio Era:

- Harry Potter

- Ron Weasley

- Hermione Granger

- Ginny Weasley

- Fred Weasley

- George Weasley

- Draco Malfoy

- Mattheo Riddle

- Theodore Nott

- Lorenzo Berkshire

- Blaise Zabini

- Pansy Parkinson

- Luna Lovegood

- Cedric Diggory

- Neville Longbottom

Marauder Era:

- James Potter

- Sirius Black

- Remus Lupin

- Lily Evans

- Marlene McKinnon

- Mary MacDonald

- Dorcas Meadows

- Regulus Black

- Pandora Lovegood

- Evan Rosier

- Barty Crouch Jr

Other:

- Tom Riddle

- Newt Scamander

- Charlie Weasley

If you don’t see a character you want a fic for on here, feel free to request them anyway (as long as they are Harry Potter characters) and I’ll see what I can do.

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WHAT I WILL WRITE

- headcanons, one shots, and series

- all either “x male!reader”or “x gn!reader” (if you want other specific pronouns, specify)

- fluff, smut (nothing excessive), angst, hurt/comfort, etc.

WHAT I WILL NOT WRITE

- any teacher/student relationship

- no she/her or fem readers in general

- things im uncomfortable with (If I don’t want to write it, im just not going to)

- anything noncon

- pregnancy (idk man im just not writing it)

SUMMARY

imma write what you want and what i want just be nice and respectful

#cedric diggory x male reader #fred weasley x male reader #george weasley x male reader #james potter x male reader #sirius black x gn!reader #james potter x gn!reader #harry potter x male reader #remus lupin x gn!reader #harry potter #x male!reader #x gn reader #x Male Reader #male reader #gay #fanfic #headcanons #one shot

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little-blackbird-atmidnight · 2 years

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Dancing at 3am

Fandom: Harry Potter

Pairing: marauders x reader platonic

Warnings+Others: idiocy, fluff, ok so, I actually made a playlist for this :) and I’m depressed rn so it’s a lot of modern songs leave me alone. Extremely short <33 a newt fic should be coming soon.

The Milky Way was shining overhead, the colors all mixed together and shined down on you and your friends.

Remus looked unbothered at you and James dancing on the tables.

Sirius joined you two soon after the next song started.

“There’s a stranger in my bed. There’s a pounding in my head!”

Remus failed to fight back a smile, Sirius soon took his hand and dragged him up the bench and onto the table.

“Last Friday night. Yeah, we danced on table tops,”

Soon enough you finally got Remus to start dancing with you. Sirius and James were busy doing an odd version of a tango.

He was smiling and laughing along with you, holding you close as Sirius tried to get you to dance with him and James.

“You and me could write a bad romance!” Sirius had finally taken you out of Remus’s hold. Laughing as you held onto his shoulders for support.

You pulled Remus and James to you and Sirius. “I want your love and all your lover’s revenge-“ James yelled out, you laughed.

None of you noticed McGonagall smiling and walking away from the Great Hall’s doors.

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I got depressed enough to write this. Take it until I get this depressing Newt Scamander fic out. Maybe you’ll get headcanons tomorrow if I get enough self control to stay away from my playlists <33

midnight.

#x male reader #marauders x male reader #marauders x reader #x reader #james potter x male reader #sirius black x male reader #remus lupin x male reader #harry potter x male reader #harry potter x reader #reader insert #im depressed.

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deadqueerboys · 2 years

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Dorm.. - James Potter x Male! Reader

It was exactly five minutes after dinner, believe me, James said. Whenever there was an exchange of glances between the boys in the room or if the almost-boyfriend would blatantly sit down with him to put a hand on his thigh to embarrass and tease him, he knew what would come next, a room of his own.

And that's what happened, as soon as James opened it, he received a stern look at him, then a long hug with short, affectionate kisses.

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hadesrise · 1 year

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𝗡𝗢𝗧 𝗟𝗜𝗞𝗘 𝗔𝗡𝗬 𝗢𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗥.

summary ➳ harry noticed you’re not like any other slytherin

pairings ➳ harry james potter x male reader

warnings ➳ fluff, mutual pining, foul language, reader being an adorable slytherin, touch-deprived harry, just the chosen one thirsting over reader lmao, mentions of making out, soft!slytherin reader, pet names ( darling, love )

author’s note ➳ rewatching harry potter made me recall the time when i used to fantasize about two persons from supposedly rival houses falling for each other and saying “fuck it” to their rivalry before making out. yes, it's typical, but i like it just the way it is.

Of all the houses in Hogwarts, it’s well known that Slytherin is the most disliked one due to their personality that doesn’t seem to include kindness regardless of how others treat them. This might have only been a stereotype that students from other houses pushed on Slytherin, but they had a very reasonable excuse for thinking of Slytherins that way because of a particular blonde haired snake and his goons that terrorize anyone and everyone they come across. Not only that, but most people from Slytherin are unpleasant to say the least and Harry can only name a few who aren’t, like Professor Slughorn for example.

So, understandably, Harry thought you’re going to be as unpleasant as other Slytherins too after Hermione accidentally bumped into you and dropped her books to scatter all over the ground. The Golden trio were walking down the hallway leading towards Hagrid’s hut, talking to one another about how Professor Trelawney freaked out again today at Divination, with Hermione carrying books more heavier than usual (the two boys offered to carry them but she refused), before they turned a corner and she collided on a rather hard chest.

She was going to apologize, but her eyes — in sync with Harry’s and Ron’s — landed on the green colored tie with silver stripes, and the blood immediately drained from her face. It’s not like she can’t defend herself, considering she sucker punched Malfoy on the third year, but dealing with a bunch of snakes can be really exhausting sometimes and frankly, she isn’t in the mood to fight with them today.

Without a word, Hermione crouches down to pick up her books. Much to their surprise, the Slytherin knelt down to help her gather the heavier and thicker books Ron and Harry were about to pick up.

When they finally made an effort to look at the unusual Slytherin Hermione bumped into, Harry was surprised to see a very good looking and attractive boy with (h/c) hair and (e/c) eyes that seemed to spark under the light. Despite the books being heavy, you carried it easily as if they have the weight of a feather, placing another book on top of them — Harry figured you were reading it before the disaster struck.

“Are these books from Hagrid?”

The Chosen One felt his stomach fill with butterflies and heart suddenly beat rapidly at the sound of your soothing voice.

He was so used to Slytherins having that obnoxiously annoying voice, where he doesn’t know whether to cover his ears or rip them away from the sides of his head. But your voice was, even with a tone deeper than average, smooth and gentle. There was no hint of venom, distaste, unpleasantness, or despise. Just curiosity and interest. Harry also noticed you called Hagrid by his name rather than the awful big oaf other Slytherins call him all the time.

“Oh, uhm... Yes.” It took a while for Hermione to overcome the surprise and provide an answer.

“Interesting,” You hummed quietly. “I should drop by Hagrid and burrow some of his books too. He must have the book of Ancient Magical Creatures.” Muttering to yourself, the Golden trio couldn’t help but crack a smile when you seem to forget for a split second that you weren’t alone.

Gathering some courage, Harry decides to break your little bubble by hesitantly speaking. “Er — excuse me?”

“Yes?” You turn to look and catch his emerald eyes.

“You can come with us if you want. We don’t mind.”

A tiny bit of smile forms on your lips, almost unnoticeable. “With pleasure. Though, I don’t suppose it’s alright for Gryffindors to walk around with Slytherin.” You glanced around, “Some of the people from your house doesn’t tolerate their fellow Gryffindor hanging out with the rival house.”

“I think you’re okay,” Ron says reluctantly.

“If you say so.” Amusement flashes across your eyes. “Also, I’ll carry these books instead.” You didn’t let Hermione protest as you began to walk nonchalantly towards Hagrid’s hut with a slight delay to your steps; Harry figured you were purposely walking slower than your normal pace so it would be easy to walk with your shoulders lining with theirs.

You introduced yourself to them after successfully burrowing a book from Hagrid that you were searching for.

Ever since then, Harry would find himself scanning every classroom he’s in to look for you, taking mental notes of the similar classes you have together, and if you’re nowhere to be seen, he would just attempt to at least catch a glimpse of you in the Great Hall by the Slytherin table. Sometimes, when he’s fortunate enough, your eyes would meet his across the hall and you would give him the faintest of smile before returning to your meal. Other times, when the both of you are free, you would talk with each other for a while until the next class comes.

Spending his time with you made Harry notice things — such as how you’re mostly quiet, which isn’t very common in Slytherin; their loud voices being very distinguishable in the Great Hall explains that. You’re also a bit of a bookworm as he often sees you carrying or reading them around, it made him wonder why you weren’t placed in Ravenclaw, but he suppose being interested in books doesn’t automatically make someone a Ravenclaw. He also noticed the way your facial expression rarely shows rapid or strong emotions, mostly expressing boredom to anyone and anything around you, if not, your face just remains emotionless with a what Harry knew was called resting bitch face. Though, your wonderful eyes do spark seemingly brighter when you’re with him.

Another brilliant thing is finding out you don’t tolerate any of Malfoy’s bullshit.

You seem to disagree with everything the blonde says, which leads to Malfoy spitting some nasty insults in attempt to get under your skin, only to cower away when you raise a brow at him paired with deadly calm expression, which is much scarier than anything in Harry’s opinion. You were definitely not like any other Slytherin he’s ever met.

“Ron, getting a detention at potions isn’t a good reason to set Professor Snape’s office on fire!” Hermione hissed.

“But ‘ermione, he’s horrible!” Retorts Ron and turns to his best friend to plead, “Back me up here, mate!”

However, he doesn’t receive a response as Harry was too busy ogling at a particular someone by the Slytherin’s table, his hand not moving from the parchment that began to be soaked in black ink due to his quill being pressed on it. Ron and Hermione looked at each other questioningly and followed Harry’s gaze, their eyes landing on you eating quietly while ignoring the chaos members from your house were bringing. You almost looked peaceful despite surrounded by loud chattering, laughter, and the clinks of utensils against the plate.

Your patience isn’t high; you often get annoyed easily, but the way you’re unbothered no matter what’s happening around you made it seem like your patience was limitless.

Hermione rolled her eyes after realizing Harry was waiting for you to notice and rolls up the parchment she had before whacking the back of his head with it, successfully snapping him out of his daydream. “What do you think’s gonna happen if you just stare at (Y/n)?”

The Chosen One cleared his throat, taking a glance at you and quickly returning it to his best friends. “What am I supposed to do then? I can’t just walk up to him in front of other Slytherins.”

“I’d rather see you do anything than ogle at him everyday and act like an idiot.” She sighs exasperatedly.

For a boy who survived the Killing Curse and Voldemort’s multiple serious death threats, he was one hell of an annoying dork when it comes to love. He was painfully obvious with his growing crush towards you, even other Gryffindors had begun to suspect it, yet haven’t done anything to change the relationship you two have — sure, it can be called friendship, but Hermione and almost all of their friends could agree it is more than that. They couldn’t honestly contain their frustration at Harry being content with just this.

“It’s no use, Hermione.” Ron whispered when Harry went back to ogling at you. “He says he’s not going to do anything about it unless he’s sure there’s a chance.”

Sighing, the bushy haired girl shakes her head and slumped on her seat defeatedly.

How long do they have to deal with a lovesick Harry?

Searching around the school grounds, Harry finally found you reading by the Black Lake, not caring that your robe might get dirty as you sat on the ground and read another book. It was a windy day that sent calm energy throughout your body, the rustling of leaves and the sound of lake soothing you more than usual, allowing you to focus more on the context of your book. You loved the silence where no voices or other noises can be heard, just the sound of nature slipping into your ears.

Harry slowly approached as to not startle you, but felt himself relax after you pay him no mind and sat down beside where you are. The sky seems brighter than he remembers, with only small particles of cloud littered all around.

“Are you feeling well?” You asked without looking up from your book, and Harry hugs his knees to his chest, watching the wind cause waves of water on the lake.

“Better now that I found you.” The seemingly flirtatious sentence was uttered in complete sincerity and seriousness that even Harry himself didn’t expect. The tip of his ears turned bright red in increasing embarrassment as you snapped your eyes to him, seeing an adorable blush spread rapidly across his cheeks, avoiding eye contact with you at all costs.

You hum, slamming the book shut. Harry was now staring straight ahead at the lake, as if there was something interesting in it, making amusement appear on your usually expressionless face. “Look at you blushing, Potter. So adorable.” You whispered the last part, almost teasingly, and he blushes even more.

“Well, you’re adorable as well.” Harry dares meeting your eyes. His heart bangs even more loudly in his chest after seeing the almost loving look in them, finding himself admiring you.

All playfulness leaves your face as you stare into each other’s eyes with a mirroring hint of adoration. You shift to lean back on one of your hand while the other rise to brush a hair out of Harry’s forehead, before cupping his cheek, admiring the way his emerald eyes sparked under the warm sunlight. This is your first time seeing his face close and having the time to focus on his features more; you knew Harry was attractive the moment you set eyes on him, but you realized he looked almost ethereal at this point, making your heart flutter.

“Your eyes are really captivating,” You muttered, barely audible but reached Harry’s ears nonetheless.

He chuckled breathlessly, “I got it from my mum.”

“She must’ve been such a wonderful woman then.”

Your thumb gently rubbed his cheek and Harry couldn’t help but lean to your touch and close his eyes. He’s been touch-deprived for long, being touched with care and gentleness made him weak in the knees easily. A coo escape from your lips; an unlikely sound for Slytherin to make. Before Harry could process what was happening, you had set aside your book and pulled him to your lap, settling him between your legs. Harry blinks, surprised.

“I’m seriously soft for you, Potter. Too adorable.” You sigh, burying your hand through his dark locks and softly scratching his scalp.

Getting over his initial shock, Harry relaxed and made himself comfortable, letting his body rest against yours as he laid his head on your chest. It worried him that you might hear his rapidly beating heart, but honestly couldn’t bring himself to care when you were being so generous, holding him, playing with his hair. If others were to see you and him like this, they would certainly assume it’s the end of the world for two rival houses to be cuddly with each other when they usually spit hatred.

Though, after meeting you, Harry had begun to believe not all Slytherins are bad — it’s just that people, including himself, unfairly stereotyped them as a bunch of evil-doers only because of the choices that older people from Slytherin made in the past, which the young Slytherins are definitely not in control of. There are questionable Slytherins like Malfoy and his goons, but they’re not a reason for others to start generalizing that all students from the snake house is evil.

Slowly and albeit hesitantly, Harry wraps his arms around your back and nuzzles your chest. You’re absolutely different from other Slytherin members, but he still found it odd that a Slytherin is this nice and affectionate, especially when you’re usually quiet and socially distant, preferring to be alone with slightest bit of annoyance directed at your fellow housemates.

Closing his eyes as sleepiness start to fall over his eyelids, the Chosen One wondered why you’re only doing this with and to him. He’s never seen you with anyone before, and when he did, you always maintained clear distance from them, as if they held contagious disease. It made him feel special in any way, but also confused.

“(Y/n)?”

His sleepy voice make you chuckle softly. “Hmm?”

“Why are you so affectionate with me?”

Your hand playing with his hair abruptly stops, and for a second Harry thought he made a mistake of mentioning it. However, relief floods him when you went back to massaging his scalp. “Isn’t it obvious, Potter?”

He shakes his head. Don’t want to assume.

Silence falls as you stop your hand again. Curiosity of your expression plaguing his mind, Harry opens his eyes and looks up without moving from his laying position — his breath almost stopping when he came across a very loving gaze staring at him like he was the entire universe. His heart swell as heat rushes to his cheeks. He attempted to hide his face by burying it on your chest, but you held him still, hand cupping his cheek once again.

You don’t even give him time to react before you captured his lips on yours, practically stealing Harry’s breath away. Just a gentle kiss on the lips, but enough to make his brain fuzzy.

Pulling away before he could reciprocate, you smiled. Not a forced one, but genuine and coming from the bottom of your heart. “Does that answer your question, Harry?”

Despite the fluttering of his heart and the urge to jump up and down in pure joy, Harry pouts. “Not enough.”

You chuckled. “I need to be persuasive then.”

Needless to say, you both missed the next class making out by the Black Lake and not caring about getting caught.

Ron and Hermione were freaked out. The reason lies with Harry, who’s been in an awfully good mood the entire day to the point even Malfoy can’t get through him and he began noticing some good qualities in some of the Slytherin members. Don’t get them wrong, Harry being in a good mood is great because the boy deserves a day without constantly fighting for his life and feeling like everyone’s against him, but attempting to find the good qualities even in Malfoy? That’s when the two gets really concerned.

When lunch break comes around, Harry was still in a brilliant mood, smiling to himself because of whatever merlin knows. Ron and Hermione shares a look as they continue to eat, observing their best friend who began to look for you in the Slytherin table, his smile immediately widening after he sees you.

Hermione turns around just in time for you to look up from the foods and meet Harry’s eyes. Unexpectedly, a soft smile appears on your lips as you wave at him, not caring when your housemates see it. Harry chuckled, waving back, before you returned to eating your food in silence. The three of them witnessed Malfoy mutter something that caused you to roll your eyes and smack the back of his head with the book you were reading before.

“So,” Ron began after he and Hermione looked back at Harry. “Is there something you’re not telling us, ‘arry?”

The said boy only raised his eyebrows, unable to contain his grin.

“Come on, Harry!” Hermione urged.

Before anyone could respond, however, someone took a seat on the empty space beside Harry — turning their heads, they were surprised to see you there.

“Hello, love.” Harry almost melted at the pet name. You gave his best friends a polite smile, “Excuse him from your conversation for a moment, Hermione, Ron.”

“Of course, go ahead.” Neither of them could honestly deny a polite Slytherin no matter how much they want to.

“What is it?” Harry questioned, more than welcome to talk with you. However, you seem to have a different idea in mind as you leaned in without a word and captured his lips in a lingering kiss, hearing gasps erupt from multiple places — mainly Ron, Hermione, any Gryffindor who were wondering why a Slytherin paid Harry Potter a visit, Malfoy, his goons, and some other Slytherins who just happened to catch the moment. Few students from Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw had their mouths open in shock as well.

There was a smug look on your face when you pulled away, smirking at Malfoy who was previously babbling some nonsense that you couldn’t possibly like Potter and are probably just using him. By the looks of it, you had succeeded in proving the blonde ferret wrong.

“What was that for?” Harry asked breathlessly. You caught him off guard.

“Oh, nothing. Just proving to gits that Gryffindor and Slytherin are sometimes compatible if it’s with the right person.” You shrugged, resting an elbow on the table and putting your chin on the palm of your hand. “In short, I wanted to prove people wrong who says we can’t be together since you’re a Gryffindor as I am a Slytherin.”

“Wait, someone told you that?”

“Rumors of us being seen making out by the Black Lake travels fast,” You sipped on Harry’s pumpkin juice, which he didn’t mind even the slightest as he blushed, avoiding Ron’s and Hermione’s wide and intrigued eyes. “One little bird from Ravenclaw thought it’d be wise to practically squeal it in the hallways that the rumor’s impossible because of our houses rivalry.”

You snort, “As if we give a fuck about that.”

For the first time, Harry actually saw the Slytherin in you.

And he wasn’t going to complain, not when you’re not like any other.

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tiredofthehumanlife · 14 days

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Ooo cool tunes

Barbie dolls:prongsfoot x reader (Sirius, James, you)

Words: 2.4k ish

Summary: your friends Peter and Lily give you a free ticket to one of their concerts and you realize the vocalist and lead guitarist are fine as FUCK and then you get a little y/n treatment and uh oh what happens now Sirius finds you outside after the performance woah

Warnings: you're in a pottery class with Peter and Lily, extreme y/n moments I'm not joking, you like egg rolls and pot stickers along with sluts, a lot of slut talk shockingly, Sirius is fairly fem presenting but to me he's genderfluid so does it really matter?, Peter is your friend and he gets love, a concert written by a person who only ever went to a concert once when they were five so, Sirius wears nippie pasties, you are described as wearing clothes nothing in particular just an outfit, James in bell-bottoms, kinda oblivious r but not like to the point it's edging on pedophilic more like you're just really sleepy and not paying 100% attention, kinda modern bc posting pictures is mentioned yk like Instagram posting, that's all

You met Peter and Lily in your pottery class. You always sat at the same table, it was a crowded class. Lily talked to you first, complimenting your pieces. You thanked her with a bright smile. After that Peter and Lily became your friends. You enjoyed your class a lot more with them. They told you about their drama and their friends. You thought they were funny. Then during one class they dropped the bombshell that they were in a band. You weren't really shocked just more impressed. So they invited you to one of their performances with a free ticket, right up against the stage.

You planned your outfit in advance and you were excited to see Lily and Peter. You were also excited to see them perform. You were so curious as to what their music sounded like. They were very creative in pottery so you wondered how their skills could transfer to sound. You were already in your position standing next to the barrier in front of the stage.

It was crowded, more than you expected. You didn't think your friends would be bad but you didn't expect them to be quite this popular and you wouldn't know about them. Peter was the first on stage, much to crowds enjoyment. They cheered the second they saw him. He looked cool in your opinion. He had perfect winged eyeliner, reaching out past his eyebrows. He had worn jeans with big holes down the legs. He took his position behind the drum set and quickly scanned the crowd. Peter caught his eyes on you and waved. The people around you squealed and gave him a wave back.

After that Lily and a man in a button up and sweater vest joined Peter on stage. You took notice of the sweater and assumed he was Remus. Lily and Peter were quite descriptive of their friends. You smiled at Lily's outfit. She was always so pretty. She had blue tights with spirals on them, a black circle skirt, and a green crochet top you were certain she made herself. Her hair was up in some complicated braids. She immediately spotted you as she pulled her bass strap over her head. Lily blew a kiss at you. The crowd screamed again and you were starting to wish you had ear plugs. Remus talked to Lily as he pulled his guitar strap over his head. Lily laughed and rolled her eyes.

Finally the vocalist and rhythm guitarist joined them, the people around you quickly cheering.

You realized why Lily and Peter might've been slightly apprehensive to introduce you to their friends.

They were hot. You figured out who they were fairly quickly. There was only two other names Peter and Lily regularly mentioned, James and Sirius. Sirius was in fishnets and leather shorts. He had on black nippie pasties and a black vest that was unbuttoned. His hair was pulled back with a red ribbon, small braids framing his face. He was wearing bright blue eyeshadow, that matched Lily's tights, and very smudged eyeliner.

Then James had the audacity to be hot too. He was wearing bellbottomed jeans and a T-shirt that hugged his biceps. He had a hairband pushing his hair back away from his face. He had his glasses pushed up his nose. You felt yourself smile at how pretty he looked laughing at Sirius' joke. You wanted to scream.

James pulled his guitar up, you appreciated the stickers all over it. Sirius walked up to the microphone standing in the middle, greeting the crowd. As they performed you felt yourself like each of them more. Two a tad more than the others. You liked watching them all move around the stage, interacting with each other, and giving their passion their all. Sirius' voice was tantalizingly seductive. He moved across the stage with grace. He gave the crowd flirting looks, that they quite enjoyed. Sirius often moved over into James' space, leaning against him. Occasionally you'd find him crawling on the floor on all fours, arching his back and winking at the crowd. James would always walk in front of him and block the view of Sirius, drawing the attention back to him. You liked watching James' hands move. You liked his hands. You like his focused face, biting the inside of his cheek.

Soon enough the band was breaking a sweat. They took a breather as Sirius yammered on into the mic. Lily had moved behind Peter to put his hair up in two tiny little pigtails. Peter laughed, a loud one that you could hear all the way from the crowd. Remus had gotten too hot throwing his sweater vest into the stage wing and unbuttoning his first couple buttons. Lily's hair was falling out in places, but it was still pretty somehow. Sirius had clicked his microphone back into the stand to fix his ribbon. James adjusted his headband as he chugged a bottle of water. Lily made her way to the edge of the stage leaning over to shout towards you. The barrier wasn't that far away from the edge. The stars could easily reach the crowd but the fans were excited and cheered. She asked if you wanted a water. You shook your head. Lily distracted the fans around you by high-fiving them and speaking to them. You looked back to the rest of the band. You saw Sirius and James standing next to each other talking. James glanced over at you, making awkward eye contact. You quickly looked away.

Sirius started speaking into the mic again, introducing the next song as the last. Lily stood straight, taking her place again. Sirius started to sing again, the lyrics were quite flirtatious. You felt flushed even though the words weren't directed towards you. As Sirius approached the chorus he walked along the edge of the stage reaching into the crowd so the audience grazed his hand. He stopped in front of you and made eye contact with you. Sirius leaned down, gently holding onto your chin. You could see now that he was also wearing a shiny lipgloss. A lipgloss you greatly wanted to kiss off. Your mouth parted as he stared at you with his eyes as he repeated the coquettish words, dragging out his vowels. The fans around you were lightly touching his arm but all his attention was on you. As the chorus ended he straightened up, moving back towards the band.

Their set ended soon after that, the crowd filtering out. Lily told you to wait by the door to the backstage, outside in the lobby. You busied yourself reading a pamphlet for tourist attractions you found on a nearby wall. The door squeaked when it opened, you ignored it vaguely interested in the nearby museums.

"Oh hey." You heard someone say. You had seen a lot of people meet up in the lobby, screaming and jumping into each other's arms. You thought it was adorable. You were just waiting on Lily or Peter to come out and give you a similar hug. "Hello?" You glanced up when the same voice was closer. The vocalist was standing in front of you now. He was wearing a large band shirt now and his lipgloss looked smeared. Sirius was still decked in his leather shorts and fishnets but now he was wearing knee high socks and sneakers as opposed to the boots from before. You stared at him blankly.

"You were in the crowd, right?" Sirius asked, a small smile spreading across his lips. You quickly nodded.

"Oh yeah I was, I'm actually friends with Lily. In case you were wondering why she was talking to me earlier." You explained. You thought it might be a bit strange to see someone standing outside the backstage door. You felt a little stalkerish just being there in general.

"From uh pottery?" You nodded, much to his delight. "Yeah Peter and her told us a lot about you actually. I just didn't expect you'd be so-" he fell into silence. You jerked your head to the side, urging him to finish his sentence.

"So what?"

"Well hot if I'm being crass." You laughed at him. Now he was considering himself crass? Like he wasn't arching his back on stage and flirting with a massive crowd all with his ass peaking out his shorts? He smiled at you laugh but gave you a confused look.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't laugh. But it's silly to me that you think calling me hot is crass, but crawling on all fours and arching your back in front of hundreds isn't." Sirius chuckled at you, holding his hands up in defense.

"Oh so now youre slut shaming me? Wow okay." You shook your head with a bright smile.

"Oh no I'm not slut shaming, I love sluts. In more ways than one. I'm just pointing out the irony of it all." He let out a small laugh. Sirius shoved his hands into his pockets. You noticed now his hair was down the red ribbon gone. It fell down his shoulder as he laughed.

"You love sluts do you?" You looked away from Sirius as the door opened again. This time James came out, a long coat pulled around him. His headband was gone and he had a leather jacket thrown over his arm. He smiled at Sirius.

"Hey babe, you forgot your jacket. You're going to freeze to death out there." James greeted Sirius with a small peck to his lips. You pressed the back of your head against the wall behind you. You had a feeling they were together, Sirius leaned against him too often for them not to. James threw the leather jacket over Sirius' shoulders. Sirius turned back to you with a bright smile. He elbowed James and introduced you both. James nodded excitedly complimenting your clothes. You complimented his pants in return. He happily turned around to showcase the 'man slut' embroidered onto the pockets with swirly letters. Sirius slapped his ass making James turn around with a scowl.

"You love sluts right?" Sirius asked. You rolled your eyes. Sirius patted James' chest with the back of his hand. He muttered something into James' ear. James started furiously searching his pockets as Sirius started talking to you again.

"So actually me and him were talking about this before but um-" James smacked a black sharpie into Sirius' hand. "We actually both thought you were really cool looking. We know this might be a little confusing for you so I was wondering if we could give you our numbers and we could catch a movie or dinner together?" Sirius uncapped the marker and stared at you for your answer. You stared at him with a clueless smile. He raised an eyebrow as your silence dragged on. You startled yourself awake, standing up straight again.

"Sorry what's up? I'm really tired, dude. I can't hear out of my left ear right now and I think my ribcage is vibrating. And I could kill for like some really fucking good egg rolls and pot stickers like fuck man. Could you repeat that?" You kept your eyes wide open as you stared at Sirius to keep yourself from falling asleep with your eyes open and standing, again. Sirius snorted and glanced at James.

"We're poly." Sirius explained. You smiled between them nodding.

"Okay cool. I mean I don't really know why you're coming out to me, but you know I support you guys." Sirius shook his head at you.

"No like we're poly and we like you. We think you're attractive." James explained further. You oh-ed, tilting your head back.

"Well now why were you all cryptic before? You could've just said that." You looked to Sirius. He rolled his eyes.

"Anyways, we wanted to give you our numbers so we could set up a date with you." Sirius added holding up the sharpie. You nodded.

"Oh of course." You pulled up your sleeve and stuck out your arm. Sirius quickly bent over your arm and started writing away. You made light conversation with James as he did. You told him all about your plans with Lily and Peter after this. Sirius stood up again and handed the marker to James. James started writing away again. He pulled away and you looked down. Their numbers were written small though not illegible and towards your wrist. Then towards your inner elbow was both their signatures.

"You could crop out our numbers and post a picture of our signatures, just in case." Sirius said, puffing his chest out slightly. James handed you the closed sharpie, smiling at you brightly. You nodded at Sirius. The door opened again, the last three band members making their way out. Remus was a much larger sweater and had a messenger bag across his body. Lily had a red coat tied around her and Peter's eyes still had a dark shadow around them like he tried to rub off his eyeliner and gave up. Remus said goodbye to them all and left quickly, pulling headphones over his ears. Lily grimaced at the sight of James and Sirius standing next to you.

"Oh what did you subject this poor soul to?" Lily groaned, latching onto your wrist and pulling you towards her.

"Flirtation." Sirius said proudly. Lily shook her head giving you a tight hug.

"I'll never leave you alone again I promise. I know that must've been scary for you." Lily said cupping your face. You nodded exaggeratedly. She cooed and pressed a kiss to your forehead. Sirius scoffed. You held your hand out to James. He looked down at it.

"Oop that is mine." James plucked the sharpie out of your hand and shoved it into his pocket. Lily interlocked her elbow with yours. Peter did the same on your other side, leading you two towards the door.

"How do you guys feel about egg rolls?" Peter asked, looking at you and Lily. You looked up at the sky.

"Yes, god please!" Lily chuckled and patted your arm. You three left together as James and Sirius left after you. You separated and they disappeared off towards the other side of the parking lot, hand in hand. You doubted it would be the last you saw of them though. You were excited to message them later.

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crazyyluvr · 27 days

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that james x mreader was SOOO good omg. love your writing

AWWW THANK YOU ANON <33 i was scared to post it cus i’m not that experienced with writing mreader but i’m glad to see that u enjoyed it 💪💪 I HOPE U’LL LIKE THE FUTURE CONTENT AS WELLL

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Love and Limps

Harry Potter x Slytherin Male Reader

Prompt - "Why did you help me?"

Harry cursed himself as he limped towards the hospital wing. Harry had accidentally fallen during quidditch practice and now had to limp his way to the hospital wing. It hurt but Harry was able to push through it. For about half of the journey.

Now that he had been walking with his limp for ten minutes it was starting to hurt. “Bloody hell” Harry whispered as he leaned against the wall. “You okay Potter?” Harry looked up at the voice to see Y/n standing a few feet away from him.

Harry sighed as he looked away from Y/n. Y/n L/n the king of slytherin. Harry didn’t feel like getting teased, so he said he was fine and started to walk, or limp, away. But when he was a few feet away, he tripped.

Harry closed his eyes as he waited to hit the floor but he didn’t. Harry looked up to see that Y/n had caught him. “So you're fine?” Y/n asked with a small smile on his face. Harry looked back down at the floor as he blushed. Why did Y/n have to look so good?

Y/n shifted Harry so he was standing up but once Y/n realized that Harry could really stand he picked Harry up. Bridal style. Harry blushed as he wrapped his hands around Y/n’s neck. Harry tried to get down but Y/n just said “just trust me Potter”.

Harry stopped moving after that. Harry thought as Y/n carried him to the hospital wing. Why was Y/n helping him? Y/n was a Slytherin. Slytherins hate Gryffindor's. But when Harry thought about it Y/n never really did anything mean.

He mostly kept to himself. He didn’t join Umbridge. And Harry heard that he refused to torture the first years, Y/n even helped during the war. Maybe Harry was wrong about Slytherin's. The more Harry thought about it, the more he realized that only Malfoy and his goons were mean.

Every other Slytherin was fine, nice even. Harry realized that he was wrong, along with everyone else. Harry wondered how many first year Slytherin's were hated because of what people in the past did.

Harry was so caught up in these thoughts that he didn’t realize that Y/n had placed him on a bed. “Again Potter” Madam Pomfrey said before she left to get a potion for Harry’s leg. Harry expected for Y/n to leave but he stayed.

He was sitting in the chair next to Harry’s bed. “Why did you help me?” Harry asked as he looked over to Y/n. Y/n looked up from the floor and looked at Harry with a face of confusion. “Because you needed help” Y/n answered.

“But why?” Harry asked again. Y/n smirked as he got up from the chair. Y/n then leaned closer to Harry to whisper in his ear. “Because I like you Potter”. Harry blushed as Y/n leaned away from his ear and walked out of the hospital wing.

Once Madam Pomfrey came back with the potion Harry was still blushing. “Here Potter” Pomfrey said and Harry drank the potion. Harry then walked out of the hospital wing but when he got back to the dorms he realized that something was in his pocket.

Harry pulled it out and realized that it was a piece of parchment. Harry unfolded it and blushed when he read it.

Sunday, 10:30, Hogshead. See you there, Potter

Harry smiled once he realized who it was from. Harry entered the dorms with a smile. Already thinking about what he was going to wear.

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omfggg congrats on 500, you deserve it and a lot more <3 can I request eclipse with the fluff prompt 'you can hold my hand, if you want' and my mans the one and only james potter?? I've been in a huge james mood lately and I need some more 🥴

Just ask | James Potter

join the celebration!

ECLIPSE — send me a prompt and a character from any of these lists and i’ll write a blurb/drabble for you!

thank you sm!! ily ahh <33 i love this prompt it’s so james

summary :: you don’t like pda all that much. james warms you up to it though.

warnings/tags :: gn!reader

You never really were one for PDA. Especially being so fresh into your first-ever relationship. It felt really foreign for you to be with someone who, no matter where they were, wanted to show you how much they liked you.

James knew this as well. He knew how you struggled to show your love outside of any private setting. And being the lovely, caring boyfriend he was, was more than happy to let you keep the public affections to a minimum. More love I get to give you at home, he’d say.

You really were trying to become more comfortable with it. Sometimes you could tell when James really wanted to throw his arm around you when out for drinks, or how he would pout when he wanted to kiss you when lining up at the shops

And then suddenly you’d felt yourself allowing to be more open to letting him do it. You just really struggled to ask him. Struggled to ask him for a kiss when you didn’t even know how to. Kiss me. Kiss me, James. Please? Could I have a kiss? It all felt too needy.

James was ever the observer, though.

You’re sitting across from each other in a small, local cafe. Pressed into a booth up against a large window pane, the sun beating down on the both of you. James looks very pretty with the sun’s rays bouncing off his glasses and freckles. It’s troubling you.

There’s only a few customers, their hushed conversations and the whirring of the coffee grinder is all that can be heard. You were very relaxed. Almost too much.

James splays his hand across the small table and gestures to your mug of tea that had just been sat down. “Wait, it might be too hot.”

He slides it towards himself and the ceramics scrape along the tiles. He raises it to his mouth and sips gently, wincing when it seemingly burns his mouth. He blows on it and you laugh.

“I know how to drink tea, James.” You giggle.

“I know, but can’t have you burning those pretty lips. What would I kiss then?” I’m about to burn them on purpose just for an excuse for you to kiss me right now, you think.

His plastic to-go cup is half empty. You don’t know why he gets it to take away, like he’s not going to be done before you leave. He drinks like it’s his last. You take it while he has yours. It’s a cold contrast compared to your tea. Something iced. You sip it and your face crinkles.

“How many sugars did you ask for?” You laugh.

He grins, taking it back off you, “Four.”

“Four?!” You guffaw. Taking your own back, hesitantly he gives it to you.

“Their drinks are strong here.” He defends, nudging your leg with his under the table.

“That’s more sugar than coffee.”

He smiles and you uncharacteristically have to fight the urge to kiss the redness of his cheeks. And ignore how you want him to kiss you. It feels weird and it pains your throat when you struggle to find the words to ask him.

James notices your leg bouncing under the table and can see your fingers flexing around your mug, tips red where it almost burns.

“You okay?” He frowns, pushing his glasses back up the bridge of his nose.

You nod and when he says, “Do you want a kiss?” You shake your head, betraying your thoughts just two minutes prior.

You remember where you are, and despite the very much low-key setting, a room full of no more than twelve people, it still daunts you. You hate it.

James pouts and you feel bad. It’d probably be easier if he wasn’t so far away. Maybe three centimetres closer and you’d make the move and peck his cheek.

James seems to think for a moment before he lays his hand palm up on the table, his skin pressing into the cold mosaic tile, “You can hold my hand, if you want.”

You look down at his hand, and then up at his smiling face, and then back down at his hand when he wriggles his fingers. You think this is a much better alternative.

Your hand tangles through his, fingers curling around each other. He squeezes reassuringly, smiling when your leg stops bouncing and you relax. He seems a little too pleased.

“You know,” He stops, moving closer until his knees are pressing into yours, “If you ever want me to kiss you or just hold hands. Hell, if you even want to pull my hair. All you have to do is ask, sweetheart.” He chuckles and you can tell he means it.

“I know, I just.” You breathe, the taste of tea leaves strong on your tongue, “I feel stupid sometimes. You won’t want me to kiss you every time I want to.”

James puts on a faux offence, “Of course I would.” He pulls your entwined hand to his mouth and kisses the back of your hand and it surprises you how much you don’t feel bothered. It feels nice. “Kiss me whenever. Even when I’m mid conversation. I’m probably only talking shit, anyways.”

You smile and then it’s your turn to kiss the back of his hand. He looks too happy and it warms you more than your drink.

“So the hair pulling can happen outside of your bedroom?” You laugh when he startles a little. Eyes creased, his mouth parted.

“You minx.” He gasps, “That’s my dirty little secret.”

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staticradiodotcom · 10 days

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Awkward!Remus Lupin Headcannons

AN: I have been down bad for this man and some people make him way too confident. so i present, Biblically accurate remus.

Tags: Remus Lupin x Gn!Reader, Smut, possibly angst??, Innocent!Remus.

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SFW

This man trips over his own feet constantly. He does it atleast four times a day.

Consistently flustered, No matter how many times you call him pretty or handsome he always turns red. He just can’t understand how someone like you can view him as good looking.

Always willing to help you with any problem, no matter how hard.

This man gets flustered when you kiss him in public. again, he doesn’t understand why someone like you would want to be seen openly with him.

Loves holding your hand while you walk to and from classes.

He thoroughly enjoys playing with your hair while he’s focused on a task. His hands always have to be doing something.

You had to teach him how to kiss at first. he has improved massively since you started dating.

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NSFW

It will take months for this man to become confident enough to dominate you, he needs to be completely comfortable and trust you undeniably before he even attempts.

Fumbles. The first time you two tried anything you had to guide him on where to touch you and how to do it. (After your first time he started researching how to get better)

He is packing a lot of inches for someone who is so nerdy. (Smart boys have the biggest cocks-) doesn’t mean he knows how to use it.

He focus’s a lot more on your pleasure than his own.

The first time he gave you head he was sloppy, it was a direct contrast between his usual calm and stoic persona.

The first time he made you cum he acted like a kid at christmas. Smiling proudly as his fingers continued to work you through your orgasm.

Loves to reward you. anything you want. all you have to do is ask.

If he’s comfortable enough with you, he’ll try anything you want to do. He’s a firm ‘i’ll try anything atleast once’ kind of guy.

Will melt if you praise him for his intelligence during the act.

Will also melt if you degrade him for his intelligence during the act. it’s a win win for him.

The first time you gave him a handjob he was over in minutes. he also thought about it for weeks.

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AN: lost motivation for this so it’s been sitting in my drafts for a while

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junipermonkey · 1 year

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Subjames ¹⁸⁺

|Needy After Practice|

Subjames, making out, No!mommy kink, p in v, dryhumping, male moans, hair pulling, rough, slight noncon (maybeidk), dacryphilia, cream pie, overstimulated, multiple orgasms, size kink?

James had just finished his long quidditch practice. Already showered in the locker rooms and eager to make it back to his single head boy dorm knowing you would be there waiting for him. You had promised before he left that afternoon to be his room when he finished practice.

When James came in you were already sitting there pretty on the chair of his desk looking through a muggle magazine. Your legs on display with your boy short underwear on and baby tee. At the notice of James’ presence you stood up the closing the door for him as he was unable to with his hands full with quidditch gear.

“Hey Jami-” When you closed the door he dropped the gear in a clutter, taking your hips in his hands and kissing you only allowing a second for you to kiss him back before he pulled away ducking he head down. His lips hovering beneath your jawline and teeth against it roughly kissing the your neck. You took a sharp intake of air.

“You’re gonna leave a mark” you breathed but standing slightly on your toes to give him more room.

“Mhmm” James mumbled against your throat.

His hands moved up to your waist and gave a harsh squeeze before letting go of your neck and moving up to your ear. “Need you” James said throatily with desperation in his tone bringing you body to lay flat on him and a gentle unintentional thrust on your hip in need.

You moved his head level with yours and crashed your lips against his. James let you take all the dominance in the kiss. Your hands reaching into his damp hair and wanking it as if to bring your faces impossibly closer. You smirked against his lips as he hummed meekly into you mouth. Both of you walked in union still making out until you knees touched the edge of the bed. Moving your hands away from his hair and down to his waist you allowed yourself to fall back into the bed bringing him down with you.

Your knees bent and legs open to let James rest his clothed cock snug in your center. James continued on kissing you, unable to refrain himself from rocking his hips into yours. He only stops when you push his shoulders up letting him rest above you. His look was innocent as if waiting for instruction though his eyes still hooded in lust.

“Take it off” you said and watched as James frantically stood pulling off his shirt and fumbling with his pants and underwear trying to jump out of them as fast as possible, kicking off his shoes before climbing onto the bed sitting on his calves.

Watching as you took off your shirt and bra. Listening as you told him to take off your underwear. Lifting your hips and narrowing your legs to aid him.

The second your panties were gone you wrapped your legs around his waist causing him to fall over you. His only support being his elbows in line with your head.

Your lips met again and this time with more need. James lips were sloppy against yours. Your bare cunt and his hard cock rubbed together. His precum lubricated head catching onto your clit with each rock.

Grabbing his waist you position him so his dick pushed into you. His head fell into the crevice of your neck at the movements letting out breathily moans.

“Please, please” James didn’t know what he was asking for as your hands on his waist guided him in thrusting into you. The thrust were slow making him pull out almost completely before sliding in so deep that it was as if he was trying to get balls deep into you. Your hot skin pressed close onto each other, you boobs smashed by his toned chest.

You let him use you as he deperatly rutted in trying to milk his cock into you pussy. You moaned at how deep he was and the intensity of the moment.

“Pleas- I just- let me” he sounded as if he was crying in pleasure.

It happened in a second you were to close to even understand the movement. James pulled out off you, your hands falling from his waist. His big hands grabbed onto your waist almost incasing your stomach whole and flipping you over to lay on your stomach. His having a iron grip on your lower waist pushing you impossibly in to mattress. Your word muffled by the pillows. He pushed back into your dripping pussy with a chocked moan.

Though his movement should have held dominance. They did not. His overwhelming pleasure and need to feel you deeper over took him. The slow thrusts not meant to tease him did just that.

James overwhelming emotions consumed his trance of need to fill you, need for release, need to be closer to you, need. And guilt filling him of using his strength against you to take you in such a way.

“I’m sorry , I just mfmm…” he was quivering above you. His mind in a haze. He was pounding into your cunt with pure animalistic instinct. It was all to much for him. His cock destoring your hole.

You came the first time in a haze your pussy cleching and spasming at his powerful thrusts. James continued unable to stop himself rutting into you pussy with desperation. The overstimulated was. To much. For you and your body thrashed to get out of his hard grip. Your cheching only causing him to pin you even more painfully into the bed.

James was had tears brimming his eyes. Moans leaving his mouth loudly and broken apologies. He trying to pound into you harder, push himself deeper into you, get impossibly closer. You were filling all his sense. The tightness of you cunt was far to much for him.

James let out a loud wine as he fell on top of you biting your neck. “M’sorry” you could feel his harsh thrust stuttering and falling into a feverish pace. His cock twitching inside of you as you let your self cum for a second time around his cock this orgasm longer than the first.

His moans didn’t stop no pauses in between them that sounded more like cries. His cum filled you to the brim as if it couldn’t stop coming and his thrust had to stop at how tight you were squeezing him. He breathed out unable to pull out of you at the overstimulated of any moment to his cock.

You let out a sigh as he pulled away laying next to you. Finally taking in his appearance and his red rimmed eyes he couldn’t stop himself letting the tears fall. You reassured him you understood as he held you tightly.

Requested are open!

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