#james potter baby blurb

[amiableness]

okay okay last one 🦌 how would u feel about writing james and reader being in a relationship for like a pretty short time but at some point in a totally random conversation between remus, sirius, james and reader he’s like no yeah of course i’m gonna marry u someday. i have it all planned already. i look at the housing market daily. there’s no way youre not in my future in every way possible. babe why are you surprised youre the one youre it for me im literally obsessed with you. and remus and sirius try not to laugh at how lovesick their friend is

james potter x y/n | reader is referred to as wife | wc: 587

You and James hadn't even celebrated your first anniversary yet. So, you were taken aback when, in the midst of Sirius and Remus discussing house hunting, James casually mentioned how high the housing market currently was.

"Why the hell are you browsing the housing market?" Sirius questions, his expression one of genuine bewilderment as he sits across from you on the sofa, alongside Remus, mirroring the positions of you and James.

"For Y/n and me." James says nonchalantly, and your head whips to the side in surprise. It's not that you dislike the idea of living with James, but you had never discussed it before.

"You're looking for us?" Sirius and Remus exchange an amused glance, anticipating whether you'll knock James down a peg or two. You’d always been good at that. 

He leans back on the couch, turning to meet your gaze. "Yeah, babe," James responds, unfazed by your surprise, his tone as casual as if discussing the weather. "Don’t know why you’re surprised, you know you’re it for me. I got our future all planned out."

A smile creeps onto your face as a disbelieving laugh escapes you, “Do you? And what does it look like?”

Your tone shifts into teasing one, your elbow propped on the back of the couch, chin resting in your palm as you observe James with an amused expression. A surge of giddy excitement floods your stomach at the thought of him meticulously planning your future together. With your eyes locked on each other, you both seem to forget momentarily that Sirius and Remus are seated across from you.

Remus and Sirius don’t voice it but they share a knowing glance – they've never witnessed James more enamored with anyone in their lives.

“Well,” He starts a sweet smile on his face, “First off, I’m gonna gonna make you my wife.” He pauses, almost as if he's taking a moment to ensure you're comfortable with what he’s saying before continuing on.

“Gonna take you all around the world, wherever y’wanna go. Eventually we’ll settle down, find a home, depending on the housing market,” He shoots Sirius a knowing look, as if proving his knowledge, prompting Sirius to bark out a laugh and Remus to affectionately roll his eyes. 

You smile at James and Remus swears he can almost see the hearts in your eyes, “What about a dog? Any kids?”

James wears the same lovesick expression as you, “We’re gonna have a dog for sure, definitely a couple of kids.”

“I can see you as a girl dad.” You murmur, voice soft and honeyed.

His tone mirrors yours, his eyes soft and a gentle smile dancing on his lips, “Yeah?”

“Yeah, but I’d be happy with boys or girls. All that matters is that they’re ours.” You offer a soft shrug, and James responds with a grin, his expression warm and genuine as he looks at you.

“M’gonna spend the rest of my life loving you.” You swear your heart genuinely stops at that moment. The way he gazes at you is filled with such genuine love, and in that instance, you vividly envision a future between the two of you, as if it's already a reality.

"Alright, as heartwarming as this is, can we get back to the conversation?" Sirius interjects, prompting a gentle nudge from Remus at his side.

"Let them enjoy their moment," Remus scolds lightly, and you laugh in response. You scoot closer to James, planting a tender kiss on his jaw before whispering how you’re going to spend the rest of your life loving him.

[vxntagedior]

getting princess treatment from james

you don't even need to think about the door, james already a few steps ahead of you, opening the door for you.

smiling you pressed a kiss to his cheek, grabbing his hand while the two of you walked together.

james felt you getting a little behind, looking over at you, seeing you constantly adjusting your heels.

"c'mere." he pulled you to a bench, taking your heels off for you, massaging your feet before taking off his own shoes.

"jamie." you shook your head, watching him tie his shoes to your feet. "it's fine."

"no." he disagreed, "i can see that your feet hurt, don't worry about me."

james didn't mind the little rocks that were under his socks if it meant you were comfortable.

[amoraffairs]

james potter + picking you up from a party you’re hating. he’d be very worried i feel, after you call him, a little too drunk and a lot upset.

summary: you call james upset from a party & james takes care of you

notes: this is so late, but finally finished this little blurb & now i want a james right now!!

“Jamie, can you come get me. It too loud in here & there’s too many people. Anna doesn’t want to leave, but-but you can come get me right?”

That was last thing James heard from you before the call ended. He pulls in to the house the party was at. He left the moment he heard your voice on the call. It was obvious to him you were crying. James always knew when your sad. Sometimes he knew before you did.

James understands what you meant when you said there were too many people. People bumping into him as he walked.Desperate to find you, he pushes through the crowd. Ignoring the people who were giving him a drink.

When he finally found you, he let out a sigh of relief. There you were sitting in the kitchen counter as some guy made an attempt to talk to you. If you could scoot closer to the wall, you would. James refrained from getting angry as the guy continued to talk to you. He didn’t seem harmful, just clueless. James could tell the minute you see him. Your eyes light up and a smile rests on your lips.

“Jamie” You launch yourself off the counter. Your arms wrapping around his neck. You feet unable to touch the ground given how tall James. James gives you a hand, wrapping his arms around your waist locking you in this position.

The moment you felt secure you were giving James kisses. On his check, nose, mouth,neck & every inch of his face. Each kiss with a dramatic ‘mwah’.

“Sweetheart” James attempts to pull away from you in an attempt to get a look at you. After a couple more sweethearts he succeeds.You face barley a couple of inches from his. James searches your face for any injuries or tears as you play with the curls of his hair.

“You ready to go home, Sweetheart” His voice sounded soft & warm, sending you instant comfort.

You don’t answer him, too busy playing with the curls of his hair. You hands tangled in his hair, as you laugh.

James takes your smile as a yes. He places both of your feet on the floor. His arm wraps around your shoulders, squishing you into his side. He pushes through the group of people till you reach his car.

James places your seatbelt on, while you continue to try in kiss him. “Hold on, Sweetheart. Need to drive us home.” Your happy mood drops instantly.

“What’s with the face” James asks as you mumble incoherently.

“I want to stay with you.” You pout resembling a small toddler. It took everything in James to not laugh. “Y/N” His voice telling you that you should know what his about to say.

“We live together.” You gasp as if it’s the first time you’re hearing this. “We do?” You ask again, just to make sure you heard him right.

James let out a boyish laugh, his whole body shaking as he laughed fondly at you. You’re still staring at him, waiting for your confirmation. He happily gives it to you, nodding.

“Remember, your place is getting exterminated.” Your mouth opens resembling an O, as James’s words make sense.

“Sweetheart, when you called me, you sounded sad?” His words more of a question rather than a statement.

“Because I spilt my drink on someone & they got mad so I was looking for you & you weren’t there.I couldn’t find you.” James softens at your words. Glad you we’re looking for him.

“I’m here now Sweetheart.” His hand tracing patterns on your inner thigh. You focus on the shapes he’s making. A star, your name and a bunch of things you can’t make out as he has to stop every few seconds to put both hands on the wheel.

James directs your giggly mess of self towards the apartment. Your arms were locked around your waist, squeezing him & never letting him go. James wasn’t complaining though, any moment he could have with you, he’d take it.

Thirty minutes you were freshly showered & safely secured in bed. With James' arms around you. There were no words to describe how content James makes you feel.

You turn around in bed so you were facing him. “I love you” you slurr and place a gentle kiss on his lips. James hums in defeat when you let go. Before he could repeat the three words back you were asleep. He chuckles softly.

You made him completely crazy, & he loved every second of it.

[moonstruckme]

hi lovely!! i just had the most amazing 7 hrs of my life just scrolling through your page and reading all of your marauders work!! i never even thought about poly!marauders being a possibility until i found your page and i think you’ve altered my brain chemistry forever???

that being said, i would absolutely be so grateful if you could write a gn!reader with poly!marauders at the start of their relationship, where reader’s a much shorter than average person and the boys (who would be so, so tall) have to learn how to walk slower to make sure they don’t leave them behind. i’m so much shorter than my friends and what i do most of the times is run forward in advance and be in front of the group so i don’t get left behind. i’m totally used to it by now, but it’d be nice to have ppl recognize not everyone can go at the same pace, you know? that was so long, so sorry!! and no worries at all if you don’t wanna write it, totally understand! love u so much 🫶🏽🫶🏽

Hi love!! Omg, 7 hours??? Were your eyes okay after that? Sorry it took me so long to get to this, but thanks a ton for requesting and I hope you like it <3

poly!marauders x gn!reader ♡ 644 words

It’s mainly James and Sirius that are the problem. Remus has learned to hold your hand to temper his own long-legged pace, but much like with talking, when James and Sirius get together they start moving at double the speed. 

“Should we call them?” he asks. 

You consider it. “Let’s see how far they get before they notice.” 

A couple more minutes go by, and Remus can barely see the tops of their heads through the crowded sidewalk. 

“Still no idea?” He searches for notes of dejection in your tone, but finds only amusement. 

“None.” 

“Let’s hide.”

He blinks. “What? No, love…” He sighs reluctantly, but lets you tug him into a nearby coffee shop. 

You buy them each a hot chocolate, and it’s five more minutes before Sirius and James go by in the shop’s window, appearing slightly bemused but otherwise unconcerned. You make to go outside, but this time it’s Remus who holds you back. 

“No, let them stew a minute.” 

The next time they come by, the pair looks noticeably more troubled. Remus knocks on the window, and you both wave when they turn to you, gawping. 

The bell jingles as they come inside. 

“Hey, we’ve been looking for you.” James rubs his hands together, blowing warmth into them. Remus feels a tiny bit guilty and takes them between his. He pretends not to see the toothy grin James shoots him. 

“Oh?” Remus makes his tone casual, and you sip at your hot chocolate to hide your smile. “For how long?” 

“Like, five minutes. You just disappeared,” Sirius complains, scooching into your chair so that you have to share it with him. He peers at your hot chocolate, then Remus’. “Oi, you didn’t get any for us?” 

“Interesting,” Remus goes on, ignoring the question, “because we’ve been in here for nearly fifteen.” 

Sirius blinks, and James cocks his head. “Really?” James asks. 

You nudge Remus’ leg playfully under the table. “No,” you tell them, rolling your eyes. “We just wanted to see how long it would take you guys to notice we weren’t behind you.” 

“You could stand to be a little more considerate,” Remus says primly, sipping his hot chocolate. 

“Aw, baby.” Sirius nestles his freezing nose into your cheek, grinning when you squirm away. “Did those little legs of yours separate us?” 

You roll your eyes, but once again Remus comes to your defense. “Their legs aren’t the problem, yours are. Until you two can learn to be considerate of the less…height privileged” —he pretends not to see the aghast look you send him, and goes on with faux dispassion— “there will be no hot chocolate for either of you.” 

Sirius scoffs, but James is nodding slowly, seeming to mull things over. “Sounds fair,” he says. “However, have you considered that we could simply purchase our own hot chocolate?” 

“Not,” says Remus, “on ethical grounds.” 

James pulls his hands kindly from Remus’ grasp, giving him an almost consoling pat on the shoulder. “C’mon, Pads, let’s go order.” Sirius hops up, and James stops by your chair on his way past to drop a kiss on your head. “We’ll try to keep to your speed from now on, lovie. Sorry.” 

“It’s okay,” you say, having forgiven them long before they even knew they wanted to be forgiven. 

“Honestly, who should you really be mad at?” Sirius gives you a conspiratorial look. “Your knight in shining armor over there just called you ‘the less height privileged.’” 

“Don’t let him turn us against each other,” Remus says, reaching across the table to clasp your hand firmly. “It’s how he gets his way.” 

“I know,” you stage-whisper back. Then to Sirius, “Go get your hot chocolate, and I’ll decide who I’m mad at depending on whether there’s a slice of pumpkin bread with you when you come back.” 

He scurries towards the counter.

[allllium]

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[st0nesnglitter]

Manwhore Monday <3

Let’s cheer up the worst day of the week.. with men!

🍰 - baby blurbs

send in an idea and character(s) for a little blurb <3

🧸 - dialogue

send in a scenario and character and I’ll write a dialogue <3

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send in a person/character and I’ll share a thought or idea about them.

OR to share your own thoughts about someone <3

💐- singsong

send in a character and I’ll share a song that remind me of them/ a song I think they’d listen to

The men in question:

Joel Miller

Agent Whiskey

Lip Gallagher

Sirius Black

Remus Lupin

James Potter

Benedict Bridgerton

Daryl Dixon

Rick Grimes

Peeta Mellark

Finnick Odair

Coryo Snow

^In any AU :)

Fluff and NSFW!

Other people/characters are welcome, but I might not be as good or know as much. Send in all your heart desires and we’ll work through it together <3

[ellecdc]

love, you HAVE to continue the moonwater x pregnant reader who are announcing the pregnancy with a very dramatic barty and over enthusiastic sirius

say less (this was supposed to be a short little blurb, how'd it end up being so long? [it's cuz they're dramatic])

poly!moonwater x pregnant!reader who tell their friends // 2nd trimester

The first sound you heard when you, Remus, and Regulus stepped through the floo at Potter manor was the sound of Harry squealing in delight.

“Again, Pa’foo! Again!” The toddler cheered as Sirius, who was laying on the floor on his back, took Harry’s hands in his and lifted his godson up into the air by his feet.

“Quick, Red! What are those muggle flying thingies called again!?” Sirius shouted through the apartment. 

You chuckled at the sight as Regulus tried passing you a sweater on account of “the many drafts in Potter manor” which you quickly refused. “I think you’re looking for aeroplane, Sirius.” 

Sirius leaned his head back further so he was looking at you upside down and offered you a flirty grin.

Before he was able to say anything too salacious, Harry squealed and launched himself at you.

“Auntie!”

“Hi Haz!” You cheered back, bending down to hold the child to your chest. “Having fun?”

Harry confirmed that he was as he moved to hug Remus and Regulus before tearing off to tell his parents that everyone was here.

Sirius accepted Remus’ hand up and they clapped each other on the back in what Regulus has dubbed a “bro hug” that he was “zero percent interested in ever receiving, thank you”.

“Nice of you all to finally show up. V’been here for hours already.” Sirius taunted.

“He’s a sodding liar.” You heard Lily say as the four of you made your way to the dining room where Harry was already sitting in his booster seat and shoving food into his mouth by means of one baby fork and one pudgy hand. “He’s been here for five minutes maybe.”

Sirius scoffed. “You’re no fun, Red. I didn’t even get to see the little twitch in Reggie’s jaw at the thought of having held everyone up.”

“Sod off.” Regulus hissed as he smacked his brother upside the head.

“Lily! Regulus just hit me!” He cried, rubbing the back of his head.

“Squealer.” Regulus muttered darkly and took a seat as Remus pulled out a chair for you in the place beside him.

You didn’t realise how quiet the room had gotten until after Remus had pushed your chair back in underneath you and took a seat to your opposite side. You looked up to notice all eyes were on you.

“What the hell is going on?” Lily asked bluntly.

“What do you mean?” You asked, though your voice sounded relatively high.

Sirius let out a disbelieving laugh. “That one?” He said as he pointed an accusatory finger towards his brother. “That one had etiquette lessons drilled into him from the moment he could walk. This one?” He continued, moving his finger to Remus. “Is the least gentlemanly man I’ve ever met.”

Remus let out a simultaneously hysterical and offended laugh as he looked cautiously towards you and Regulus. “I am too a gentleman!”

“You’ve never once pulled out my chair, Moony.” James accused with narrowed eyes.

“And why in the hells would he pull out your chair, Potter?” Regulus sneered.

“A gentleman would.” Lily argued.

“He would not!” Remus countered.

“Only an un-gentleman would say such a thing, Moons.”

“You’ve lost the plot, Sirius.”

“Are you pregnant?” Lily whispered, causing the table to fall silent again as everyone returned their attention to you.

You looked awkwardly between Remus and Regulus again; this isn’t exactly how you’d planned to tell them. You were hoping to have at least made it through your meal before you opened up the discussion, knowing there would be plenty of questions. 

You don’t know why you even bothered to make plans with this lot; getting just about anything done was guaranteed to be nothing short of chaos. 

“Oh, my gods. You are.” She breathed out in disbelief, a grin spreading across her face.

“Shut up.” James said as he slammed his hands down on the table, looking between you, Regulus, and Remus imploringly. “Shut up; no you’re not. Are you? Are you really?”

You let out an emotional laugh and nodded, looking down to your lap where you were nervously wringing your hands before one of Remus’ joined the mix.

“Oh my gods!” James shrilled as Lily let out an excited squeal.

“How far along are you? What are your cravings? Have you had terrible morning sickness? How far along are you?” Lily asked in rapidfire.

“Okay, okay. Salazar, take it easy.” Regulus admonished placing a comforting hand on your shoulder. “We’re almost fourteen weeks now. The cravings change almost every week, but this week it’s been spicy foods.”

This earned you all an indignant scoff from James at having spicy cravings and not going to him for recipes.

“Which has been awful for the heart burn.” Remus noted lovingly causing you to flush impossibly further. 

“Morning sickness has been a bit of an issue.” Regulus continued.

“And is usually an issue well throughout the rest of the day and evening as well.” Remus added. 

“Fourteen weeks!?” Sirius finally screeched, looking at the three of you in faux admonishment. “You’ve known for fourteen weeks that I was going to be an uncle-”

“Again.” James corrected quietly.

“Again.” Sirius agreed without breaking his stare with his brother. “...that I was going to be an uncle again for fourteen weeks, and you didn’t bother to tell me!?”

“Don’t be ridiculous, Sirius.” Regulus scoffed dismissively. “We’ve only known for almost eight weeks.”

“Eight weeks!?” James and Sirius chorused.

“I needed to be shopping seven weeks ago.” Sirius squawked.

Remus titled his head at his friend. “Why only seven weeks?”

“I’d need at least a week recovering from the fact that you’ve defiled my brother.”

You and Remus scoffed at that. 

“Defiled him?” You begged incredulously at the same time as Remus muttered “I wouldn’t be surprised if this was his doing.”

James gasped dramatically at that. “Do you know who the other parent is?”

“James!” Lily and Remus chided at the same time.

“Now, Potter. Generally, when three people love each other very much, and they bring a child into the world, they’d all be parents.” Remus explained as if it had been Harry who asked the question.

“Sod off, that’s not what I meant. Is it going to be a Black? A little cub?” He carried on, sucking the air out of the room.

James always meant to say the nicest things, they just never came out quite right; and this time, he’d struck a bit of a nerve.

Fortunately, Sirius never allowed moments to stay awkward for long.

He groaned in disgust. “Never mind that; the child is damned either way. Do you know if it’s going to be a girl or a boy?”

You snorted at that as both Remus and Regulus harrumphed quietly and sat back in their chairs. 

“It’s a little early for that, Pads.” Lily explained.

“The boys are divided on what the sex of the baby is going to be so they’re not going to find out until the baby is born.” You explained, causing Sirius to grin mischievously. 

“They’re not going to find out, you say?”

“But you are?” James asked excitedly.

“Yeah, I’ll find out at the 16 week checkup.” 

“Don’t even think about it.” Remus warned Sirius and James who both squawked in protest.

“Absolutely not; if Remus and I aren’t finding out, neither are you two.” Regulus proclaimed. 

“Fine, but I want in on the bets; who’s betting on which sex?” James asked as he leaned his elbows onto the table - nearly right into his mashed potatoes.

“The sex of my baby is not a bet!” Regulus protested as Remus said “I think it’s a girl.”

Both Sirius and James hummed as they leaned back in their chairs and Lily scrutinised you. 

“I think it’s a girl, too.” She claimed.

“Yeah I’m with Moony.” Sirius said as he brought his glass of wine to his mouth.

“Moony!?” James hollered. “After it took us 700 years to convince him we’d be fine on full moons and we’d been right and he’d been wrong? Nope.” He said with a pop of the p. “I’m putting my money with Baby Black.”

“Never call me that again, Potter.” Regulus muttered.

“Who all knows?” Lily asked as the conversation relaxed and you all began eating.

“No one.” You admitted. “You guys were the first people we’ve told.”

Lily made a sweet cooing sound as James and Sirius (and then Harry) cheered.

“Wait wait wait!” Sirius interrupted. “Does Junior not know!?”

You and Regulus grimaced as Remus barked a laugh.

“That’s next on her list.” Regulus answered, evading any responsibility of his oldest friend onto you.

“My list?!”

“He’s your friend.” He argued.

“He was your friend, first.”

“Yeah but he’d literally push me in front of a stampede of Hippogriffs for you.”

“Oh, don’t flatter yourself, Regulus; he’d push anyone in front of a stampede of Hippogriffs for fun.” You countered darkly, picking up the glass of wine that had been sitting in front of you before you realised what you were doing and Remus quickly plucked it from your hands and replaced it with a glass of water.

“Perhaps, but he wouldn’t push you in front of a stampede of hippogriffs, would he?” Regulus challenged, raising a perfectly arched black eyebrow at you.

He was so handsome it pissed you right off.

“You’re actually going to leave your pregnant girlfriend to the hyenas?” 

“I’m not leaving my girlfriend to the hyenas.” Regulus scoffed and turned back to his plate. “I’m only leaving her to one.”

Like the absolute sodding bastard that Regulus was, he really did leave you alone to the hyena. He claimed he had a meeting with the Wizengamot he couldn’t miss, but you claimed bullshit.

And the longer you and Barty travelled between the shops on Oxford street, the more you were beginning to lose your nerve.

He was your best friend; why were you afraid of him?

“The fuck are you looking at you stupid fucking tosser? I’ll rearrange your organs; keep walking!” He spat at someone he decided looked at the pair of you either too strangely or for too long, you’d never know.

Right….that was why.

Suddenly, Barty gasped dramatically and grabbed your arm rather roughly. “You know what we should do?”

“What?”

“We should get matching tattoos!” He said with a beaming smile. 

You patted his cheek in a way that if even his own boyfriend had tried it, he’d have been bitten, but you were just rewarded with him leaning into it. “Barty, how many matching tattoos do we have?”

“Thirteen. Why?” He answered readily. 

You laughed again, and took both of his hands in yours. “Actually, Barty. There’s something I need to tell you.”

“I knew it.”

“What?”

“You’re sick and tired of Reg and Lupin and you’re ready to run away with me. I’ve got passports and bags packed at the ready; we’ll start a new life in New Zealand.” He explained nearly all in the same breath.

“No! What? No, Barty I-”

“Oh my gods, you killed one of them, didn’t you? It was an accident; no, they deserved it, I’m certain of it. You need help hiding the body?”

“Barty!”

“Both of them, Treasure? That’s okay, I think there’s enough room in the Crouch family plot to hide them.”

“Barty! I’m pregnant.” You finally admitted, watching as Barty cut himself off mid sentence to stare at you blankly. 

You were sure it was about 26 seconds of Barty staring intensely into your eyes with his hands gripped tightly in yours before those eyes flit down to your stomach.

It was another approximately 34 seconds where his eyes flit between both of yours and your stomach before he had his arms around your waist and was carrying you off to gods knows where.

“Barty Crouch Junior! You put me down right now!” You demanded.

He pfft’d at you and hiked you up further under his arm. “Fat chance; last time I left you alone for any amount of time, you got yourself knocked up.”

“Bartemus!”

With an overly dramatic sigh, Barty placed you down onto a bench on the street and crouched down in front of you.

“You’ve been pregnant all day and you let me drag you all around kingdom come?” He implored, shaking your shoulders gently. “You have two men at home; do they know you are out on your feet like this?”

“Well, yes, but-”

“Give me your cellular device.” He demanded, holding his hand out expectantly.

“Barty, seriously I-”

“The cellular device, witch!” He squawked with an impatient snap of his fingers.

You knew better at this point in your friendship than to argue with Barty when he got like this, and handed him your phone.

He looked at it for a few moments before hastily handing it back to you. “Make it ring Lupin, and Regulus too. I know you two convinced him to get one; he’s always text messaging Evan.”

You sighed and did as asked, organising a three-way call between you and the boys before Barty ripped it back out of your hands and held it to his ear.

“Yes, hello, am I speaking to one-half of the dumbest duo in all of the British Isles?” He spat into the phone.

“Yes, and hello Lupin, thanks for joining this call. There’s an emergency.”

You cringed at Barty’s very purposeful word choice when you heard the voices of both your boyfriends pick up in volume over the phone.

“Yes, well, you best hurry. We’re near the Disney Store on Oxford St.” Barty demanded before hanging up and looking at you excitedly. “We should go to the Disney Store!”

“What have you done?”

Barty didn’t have a chance to answer before you heard two snaps of apparition from an alleyway a few shops away from you and you saw your two boyfriends running over.

“Dove!” 

“What’s the matter!?” Regulus demanded, crouching next to your form immediately as Remus knelt directly in front of you.

“Well hello to you too, boys. Merlin you’re with rude blokes, Treasure.”

Regulus’ silver gaze darted menacingly to Barty. “You told us there was an emergency.”

“Are you okay, dove? What’s wrong?” Remus asked you quietly. You offered him a reassuring smile before Barty carried on in his theatrics. 

“There is an emergency, you knobhead. You’ve not only defiled this beautiful flower; you’ve allowed her to walk for kilometres with her condition!”

“Condition!?” You and Regulus squawked at the same time.

“Junior.” Remus admonished with a tired sigh. “She’s barely five months along and-”

“Five months!? You’ve been keeping this from me for five months!?” He beseeched as he turned his ire onto you.

“And,” Remus raised his voice. “It’s good for her to stay active; it keeps her and the baby strong and healthy.”

And didn’t that just shut Barty up.

“Hey. Yeah I’m alright thanks, how are you?” Regulus said into his phone, causing the three of you to all look over at him.

“Yeah, can you come pick your boyfriend up, please? Oxford Street near the Disney Store. Right. Okay, thanks. Bye.”

He pocketed his phone and looked at Barty with no lack of vexation.

“Now why would you call my boyfriend, Black?” Barty asked as he crossed his arms in front of his chest, causing you to scoff at the hypocrisy. 

“You feeling okay, dove?” Remus asked again, squeezing your elbow gently with and looking at you with eyes so full of love and concern you felt like you were going to implode.

“I’m okay; we’re okay.” You insisted, causing him to let out a relieved breath and press his forehead to your abdomen. 

“What have you done now, Junior?” Evan drawled as he casually walked towards the four of you with a cigarette hanging out of his mouth.

Barty stomped over to his boyfriend and plucked the smoke from his lips and vanished it disturbingly close to the muggles brushing past the two of them.

“We’re in one of those moods, are we?” Evan looked Barty up and down disapprovingly. 

“She’s pregnant.” Barty emphasised, throwing a dramatic arm out behind him to gesture at you causing a passing man to have to duck lest he be clotheslined. 

“Oh, bet? Congrats.” Evan said, nodding to the three of you.

“You’re supposed to be on my side!” Barty said with a stomp of his foot.

Evan simply rolled his eyes before he picked his boyfriend up and threw him over his shoulder. “Right, let's get you home.”

“Treasure! You need anything, anything, and you ring me, yeah? Get Regulus to give you Evan’s number. EVAN, TAKE ME TO A MOBILE STORE!” 

Their forms disappeared behind a building a few moments before you heard a snap of apparition and you all let out a sigh of relief.

“You’re really okay, dovie?” Remus asked again, a protective hand cupping the nape of your neck and his other hand resting against your waist.

“Just fine, bubs.” You assured him, pressing a kiss to his nose. You were rewarded with Remus relaxing his shoulders and Regulus letting out another sigh of relief.

“Well, I think that went rather well.” You offered cheerfully.

That earned you an unimpressed glare from both boys.

[hearts4court]

Jealous, jealous, jealous boy.

A/N: this is a blurb but—hear me out, Jealous!James potter!!🙈

(no pun intended for reader🤗)

Pairing: jealous!James potter x head girl!fem!reader

18+ content under the cut!!

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“J-Jamie!-“ you cried as he rutted his hips into you roughly, leaving bruises on your hips making you arch your back in pleasure. “you think that stupid Ravenclaw and make you feel like this? make you scream and beg for his cock?” he mocked as he pulled out before slamming back into you, making you practically scream in pleasure.

“N-no!! just you- oh merlin’s sake- just you Ja-James!” you whine as you dug your nails into his back, leaving scratch marks.

“that’s right, atta girl. leave marks on me baby, let everyone know who i fuck every night.” he groaned lowly as he felt your legs shake.

“Just wanna fuck you in front of him- in front of everyone. let em’ know who Miss perfect is letting fuck her tight cunt.” he whispered in your ear, tugging at your earlobe with his teeth.

Don’t copy, translate or repost any of my work w/o my permission.

[berrieluv]

hold me, love me, touch me, be the first who ever did. a short blurb about james potter being boyfriend material.

It goes without saying that James Potter is definitely the best boyfriend, person, friend there was.

He cared so deeply for you and made you feel so loved all the time, you really couldn't complain, not for once has he ever make you feel unrequited.

And for someone who spent most of its life thinking loving them was hard, James Potter was quite the gift. There was something about his way, maybe it was his personality or the professing love he felt for you that made him act that way, whatever it was, you don't think of changing it for a mere second.

For summer break, James invited you to his house – more like his mansion –, it would be fun. Remus and Sirius would catch you there a few weeks later so you had plenty of time to get to know his parents better, and the alone time you would spend together. You were looking forward to it.

Except for the nights. You knew your nights were odd, no one really had this routine for it, you got to lower it down, your mom and dad always making sure it was fine.

"James?" You murmured in the middle of the night. You tried to push your needs as much as you could but it was getting imposible. James was facing the opposite side of you, one of his legs was on top of your body but it allowed you to sit "Jamie..."

"Mmh?"

"Did you closed the door?"

"S'closed, baby. See?" He said, extending his arms to the bedroom door.

"The principal door"

"I didn't. M'sure someone else did, s'fine"

James had a really thick accent, and he spoke too fast very often. In a daily and normal basis it was hard to keep the track of what he was saying, now sleeping it was even harder"

"What if no one did?" You asked, looking at his curls falling on his forehead, his pretty face illuminated by the peaks of moonlight entering through the window "Can we check?"

"I'm sure someone did, baby. There's many people living here"

"What if someones breaks in?"

"That won't happen baby"

You played with your fingers for a few seconds, you trusted James. He lived in a nice neighborhood. Entering was hard and the people around seemed nice enough to not go through their neighbors.

But still. You. Needed. To. Check.

"Can we go check?"

"Can you go back to sleep?"

He answered back with a smile, trying to push you to the mattress but your eyes were fixated to the door, thinking. You won't be able to sleep if you don't go and check that. You know it.

"Jamie..." He responded with a sleepy 'Mmh' before you said something else "Please, can we go check?"

"Alright" He said, taking the blankets off and revealing his naked torso. You knew he liked to sleep like that, in fact, those pajama pants were too many clothes for his liking – and yours too –, but you were at his parents' house, you should show respect "Hand"

You take James' hand and let him help you out of the bed, he waits for you to put on your slippers and starts walking to the stairs.

The big brown, beautiful principal door is standing right in front of you, closed. James stands at the edge of the stairs and waits for you to see it, not counting on you wanting to go and really check if its closed.

Still, he walks down with you, still holding hands and yawning.

"See?" He says when your hand meets the locker and check that it's locked. "Back to sleep now, baby"

But you were already downstairs. And the oven was just too close to go back to the room. "What about the oven?"

"The oven is in the kitchen"

You frown; "Is it off?"

"Of course it is"

You say nothing, but the eager look in your eyes directing to the kitchen makes James sigh and start walking with you.

Even if you could see the oven off you still kneeled a bit in front of it, just watching it. James couldn't be more confused, but what could he say? If checking the oven and the door would make his girl happy, count him in.

"Is off"

He smiles "See, baby? No harm as long as you're with your man"

And you smile back. Because what kind of guy would drag himself off bed and walk downstairs at 2:30 in the morning to just check if the door was closed.

When you exit the kitchen, the principal door is looking at you again, and suddenly you can't remember if you did a good inspection in there. Your body and James' is already four stairs up, but you had to check it.

You let go of James hand for the first time since you got out of bed and run to the door, check the look again and smile to yourself now that is locked.

"S'alright. We checked good the first time"

"Thank you"

You murmur and he just smiles and kisses your forehead.

After that day, James Potter goes through the whole house, holding hands with you, checking if everything is in order to go to sleep. Of course there's time you need to double check in the middle of the night, often he would try to help you to control it, but sometimes you really need to double check.

[pretty-little-mind33]

Foolish One

James Potter x ex fem!reader

Summary: James was and would never be yours.

Genre: Blurb (kinda short), angsty, no happy ending 😪 I'm sorry

Warnings: swearing, no happy, just sad, implied infidelity? James was an asshole and he is stupid <3

"You aren't allowed to be jealous!" You tear the necklace from your neck, the chain snapping, and forcefully hand it to him, "You did this to us. I fucking hate you."

Those were the last words you said to him when you'd broken up with him in your last year of school. When you'd returned (and broken) the promise necklace he'd gifted you.

You'd meant them too. You hated him. You hated him because of how much you loved him and because he'd broken your heart worse than any other boy ever would. Still, even when years had passed, you could remember the day James Potter lost you so clearly in your mind.

You could remember him so clearly.

"James?" You whisper, your arms full of the books you want to buy.

The man at the counter looks up. His messy dark hair falls over his forehead and when he sees you his eyes widen. James is up on his feet instantly, "Y/n!" He looks you over quickly, his cheeks blushed just as pretty as they always were in school, "Y-you cut your hair!"

With a small smile, you place the books onto the counter and subconsciously run a hand in your hair, "Yeah well, it has been a while since you've last seen me. How've you been?"

James looks around the bookstore. It's just you and him. You take the time he's not looking to look at him more closely. He hasn't changed much but he's clearly not a boy anymore.

"I've been okay. This is Remus's bookstore actually. He just stepped out a moment I'm surprised you didn't see him on your way in. I can help you with these, if you want?" You smile and push the books out to him.

When your pinkies accidentally touch, you pull your hand away. You look at his hand and the band around his finger, "Oh, you're married." You say. James blushes and looks up. He looks like he's about to speak but you interrupt him and show him your hand, "So am I."

James's expression is so familiarly unreadable, "Oh. That's nice," There is a tenseness in his voice, "So, do you have any children?"

"Not yet, you?"

"One. A son. Harry." James pauses and you can see him debate with himself a moment, "He's at home with Lily."

Your expression falls and you look at him. You want to believe he's joking but he clearly isn't. "You're married to Lily?" You croak out as all the feelings you'd once felt concerning him and Lily bubble up. She was the reason you'd broken up with him. She was the one you weren't supposed to worry about.

They hadn't been dating when you'd last heard about them, but now they're married? And with a kid?

James looks into your eyes and, while he nods, he wants to tell you sometimes (most times) he still wishes it was you. Only, he doesn't and instead smiles while you pay for your books in silence. He forces himself not to ask who your husband is. He really doesn't want to know.

You look at him and your chest tightens. You mumble a small goodbye and make your way to the door. Your hand barely reaches the handle before you turn around again,

"You know, when we were young, I always imagined it would be us. Married with a kid." You say in a whisper, smiling faintly, "Life is funny like that, huh?"

James doesn't know how to answer you so he watches you leave, just like he'd done four years earlier.

You're all he thinks of when he comes home that evening. Your smile is all he can think of when he kisses Lily's cheek and presses a kiss to baby Harry's forehead. And, when he lays awake at night, his wife's head resting on his chest, all he sees is you and it finally sinks in how foolish he's been.

Only, what can he do now? All he can do is stare at the ceiling in a house that doesn't even feel like his own anymore, and think of the necklace he still keeps in the back pocket of his favorite pants, hidden in the very last drawer of his armoire. James had fixed it years ago, he just never had the chance to return it to you.

Now, he never will.

[howlyourmelancholy]

Dream Baby Dream

summary: in which dreams become a reality.

warnings: jamie is being a dominant little shithead, which we love. dirty talk. little bit of rough sex. NSFW.

words: 669.

notes: i would say that i'm sorry but honestly i'm not. consider this a direct follow on from 'dreaming of you'. i hope enjoy another little smutty blurb for james.

I had a dream about you, actually.

At the time, you regretted uttering those words. Sirius had given you shit for days, constantly poking and joking about the true nature of your dream. He’d insisted that it hadn’t been about penguins, or if it was, it was because the bedsheets or your knickers had cute cartoon penguins on them. After a few days and several stern warnings, he finally let the matter go.

James, however, had not. He’d pestered you for hours and days until you finally snapped, yelling the truth at him, after omitting a few details, of course. All you told him was that the two of you had had sex in a classroom.

Nothing more, nothing less.

That had been mistake number two, because the next thing you knew, he was grinning at you with that lazy smirk he always had. And you'd looked at him with suspicion and not believed him at all when he'd told you not to worry about it, that it would be your little secret with him.

But now?

Now you don't regret a damn thing.

James had bent you over Slughorn's desk so that you were facing the door. He had one hand fisted in your hair, the other grabbing you cruelly by the hip. Your skirt was rucked up around your waist, and your knickers were pulled aside, the elastic band of them digging into the flesh of your hips.

Unlike in your fantasy, James wasn’t trying to keep you quiet. He was doing quite the opposite. James had made it his mission to make you moan as loudly as possible every time you clapped a hand over your mouth or bit your knuckles to muffle your cries. The drag of his cock was mind-numbing. He had your eyes rolling back and your toes curling with each thrust, the mushroom head of his cock crashing into a spot that had the air leaving your lungs in little gasps.

Your nipples scraped beautifully on the table, only adding to the sensation overload, making your core gush around his cock as he rearranged your guts. "Come on, baby," James whispered against the nape of your neck with a hot breath. His lips practically melted into your skin, sending wisps of fire licking through your veins as he trails kisses down your spine.

The sound of his voice made you whimper and had you trembling beneath him as he tugged on your hair. The feeling of his cock in your gummy walls was holding you on the verge of oblivion. He was the only thing keeping you from tumbling over the edge, and you both knew it. "Wanna hear those pretty sounds," he muttered against your sweat-slicked skin, his tongue chasing a droplet down your shoulder blade as you pushed back to meet the piston of his hips.

You couldn’t find your voice around your knuckles. You knew your skin was going to be bruised in the shape of your teeth, bitten blue and purple beneath his relentless assault. You were terrified someone would hear you, that they’d walk in and see James Potter splitting you open and how much you loved it, but the thought of him stopping was physically painful.

"S’close," you managed to gasp as you dropped your hand back to the desk. You curled your fingers around the edge of it, your nails digging against the underside. Hearing this, he snaked his arm around you, his fingertips finding your clit to draw tight circles.

"You gonna cum? My whore's so fucking greedy; go on then," he said, his tone mocking as he pulled your hair, forcing your head up and making you stare at the door. He thrust deeper until you were sure he was in your throat, pushing you into the desk until your hips were bruised too. "Just be a good girl and let me hear those pretty little moans. I want the whole school to know who's fucking you, so go ahead and scream my name, baby."

[vxntagedior]

james always bringing you bouquet of flowers but keeping one so when they start to wilt, he goes and gets you new ones

you kept every bouquet of flowers james gave you in a vase sitting on your coffee table so you could look at them everyday.

not known to you, james always kept one, leaving it at his own apartment, watching it and once it starts to go limp, he goes out and buys another.

"they're beautiful jamie." you gushed, the roses resting under your nose as you inhaled in the scent, "the others are starting to wilt a little, it was like you knew."

james just held back a smirk, pressing a kiss to your temple.

"it's like i'm psychic."

[amoraffairs]

𝐒𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐉𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐏𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫

summary: light night with james. making heart shaped pizza.

notes: sorry it’s so short</3 requested by @masivechaos

“When you said we we’re having pizza, this is not what a thought you meant.” James gives you a kiss on your check before looking at your attempt to make pizza.

It was a mess, sauce everywhere & the dough sticky & flat. “I don’t know why it’s a mess. I give up” Your hands cover your face before you can realize the mess on your hands that transferred to her face.

James let’s out a warm laugh. A laugh that says ‘I’m so in love with you’. “Don’t laugh at me” You whine. James hugs you from behind.His arms wrapped around your shoulders. He presses a kiss to your temple.Pressing with more force than necessary.

“Move over Sweetheart, I got it” James grabs the ingredients & moves you so he has more room.

You make on attempt to protest but James cuts you off. “How about brownies for desert, I love your brownies.” Dessert is the only thing you can make. Well Dessert that comes out from the box. You don’t answer him, but grab the brownie box in acceptance.

James smiles in victory, & you fight the urge to smile at his cuteness.

You and James cook, with soft music in the background but the constant communication between the two of you always over powers it. James tells you a story about something that happened at work.

Once your brownies are out of the oven, you go to check on James’s pizza. “Look sweetheart, I fixed yours.” You gasp, happy not to be a total waste.

However it still looks bad. It’s not even in a perfect circle. James watches your face turn to disappointment & he almost laugh with adoration.

“Ok, ok , I can still fix it.” “Jam—“ You start to protest, but watch James’ actions as turn turns you messed up circle into a heart.

“Aww” “See it a heart, because I love you” James says giving you a million kisses. “That was so corny.” James let’s out a fake gasp. “Take that back right now.”

You shake your head no,mischievously. “ Take it back Sweetheart.” He says as he continues to give you kisses, knowing you are ticklish. “James!” You attempt to stop him, but your laughs cut your off.

It was moments like this that make you realize how deeply in love you are with James.

[remuslupinslittleslut]

Amy's Masterlist

Finally got around to make a masterlist! If you notice any links to be wrong, please let me know! (There is more under the cut, it just took up too much space)

Poly!Marauders

Teach us, part one. Part two. No, like this. Mommy & Daddy punish their babies. Remus lets his friends "dom" their mommy.

Reader gets punished for not following the rules.

Drunk reader not getting what she wants, part one. Part two.

Reader doesn't like penetration (blurb).

Subspace/First time.

Reader doesn't like blowjobs (blurb).

Reader is jealous of Lily (fluff), part one. Part two.

Thighfucking.

First time.

Needy reader.

Bukkake.

James Potter

NSFW Alphabet.

Jegulus - Lingere.

Sub!Jamie - Praise.

Unwind - x Reader

Sirius Black

NSFW Alphabet.

Remus Lupin

NSFW Alphabet.

Wolfstar

Frottage.

Rimming.

Kinkmas 2023.

Everyone lives - AU, not x reader.

[undrrcxxt]

little blurb i wrote while trying to get back into writing. Tips?

james potter x fem!reader

summary: reader wants to fuck james but james doesn’t want to break the rules

tw: 18+ implied? smut, implied poly, horribly written, not proof read, capitals? who ever heard of them.

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“Jamie please!” y/n begs, sitting on the potter boys lap. James hadn’t even gotten his quidditch uniform off when y/n came pouncing on him, begging for his cock. Of course that made him rock hard in a minute tops. But had she forgotten the rules?

James grabbed her hands, stopping them from crawling up his shirt. “baby you know the rules.. we can’t touch each other without moony and padfoot.” y/n huffed in annoyance, “James, they wont find out i promise! Remus said they were going to the library or something i don’t know!” the girls voice grew lower, “i just know i’m absolutely aching for you jamie.” she looks up hopefully, her eyes filled with lust.

James mouth dropped open a bit, but he caught himself and quickly recovered. “baby,” he said, voice cracking, this was getting to be too much. y/n interrupted him with a kiss, “please jamie..” the boy groaned and kissed y/n again, this time letting the kiss deepen.

[gtgbabie0]

-James Potter x reader

{Strawberry picking with James}

A little blurb, just went with the flow. Enjoy lovelies💕

CW// James gives reader a piggyback at the end.

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The late Spring air feels pleasantly warm against your skin, the afternoon sun peaking through the white fluffy clouds casting orange rays over the grassy strawberry fields. It’s a beautiful day, it has been since you first woke up and when James suggested going strawberry picking you immediately jumped at the opportunity.

James slips his hand in yours, his fingers entwining with your own as you both walk down the grassy path. A gentle breeze brushes past you, causing the bushes around you to rustle slightly, and he’s quick to notice the way your skin prickles with goosebumps.

“Here baby, take this.” He says, taking off his checkered flannel before handing it over to you with a warm smile, his honeyed eyes gleaming under the sunlight. He takes the small basket of red strawberries from your hands as you put it on over your dress.

“Sorry, I should’ve brought a jacket.” You tell him, fixing your hair. He watches you as if he is in some sort of trance, completely and utterly enamoured by you and your beauty.

The feeling of your fingers grazing against the back of his hand, taking the basket from him, snaps him out of it and he shakes his head with a soft smirk. “Don't apologise silly, it’s what I’m here for.” He smirks softly.

James gently twits one of the many berries off of its stem, studying it intently before slipping it into the small basket. He glances over to you as you do the same, reaching over to brush your hair away from your eyes, tucking it behind your ear.

“I’m thinking maybe a shortcake?… or a jam?” You whisper softly, plucking another berry with the utmost care.

“Hm… maybe we can do both?” He takes another strawberry but this time he brings it up to his mouth, taking a bite. The juice stains his lips and instead of wiping his mouth like a sensible person, he leans forward, his hand resting against the nape of your neck pulling you into a wet kiss.

The sweet taste of the strawberry invades your tastebuds leaving your lips feeling a little sticky. He pulls back with a sly smirk before pressing another kiss to your cheek and then another and another.

“Ugh… James, it’s so sticky.” You whine, trying and failing to push him away as he wraps an arm around your shoulder.

“I brought wet wipes, just let me love you some more.” He chuckles, pressing another strawberry-tasting kiss to your lips. “Gotta make sure they taste alright before bringing them home, baby” he mumbles in between kisses.

You’re thankful that it's relatively quiet here, hidden behind the strawberry bushes as he kisses you under the warm afternoon sun. “Alright you’ve had your fun… come on.” You giggle against his lips, your fingers brushing through his brown curly hair.

He gives you one last peck before handing you the wet wipes from your bag that he's holding, grinning at the soft pout you’re giving him whilst you clean your face as he does the same.

You shoo his hand away before he can steal another strawberry from your basket, shaking your head at him with a playful glimmer in your eyes. “No more, we need to weigh them first.” You tell him and he lets out a huff of air, being completely overdramatic.

“Well then, come on.” He whines playfully, bending his knees slightly as he offers you a piggyback. You shake your head softly with a shy smile.

“Hm, I’m not sure.” Your voice is just above a whisper as you glance down at the floor. James looks over his shoulder, nodding his head to beckon you closer to him.

“I am, come on, let me give you a lift angel.” You know how persistent he can be and the look he’s giving you, with his big brown doe eyes, certainly doesn’t help.

So, begrudgingly, you walk over to him with a mumbled “Fine”. His hands hold you up by the backs of your thighs as they tighten around his waist, your arms circling around his shoulders.

“Hold on tight.” He warns you with a tone that you certainly do not like.

“James Potter. Do not run with me on your back.” You tell him trying to sound as stern as possible, your face is already pressed into his neck as you prepare for the worst. Instead, he walks, calmly. A sigh of relief passes your lips.

The sounds of nature seem quieter than they once were this morning, the sun now setting over the horizon creating a pinky-orangey colour that blooms throughout the sky.

You'll fall asleep in the car journey home with James’ fingers clasped with your own. Soft music playing through the car radio and a basket of strawberries, that you’ll spend all day tomorrow turning into a delicious shortcake.