#james potter dialogue

[ddejavvu]

more best friend james with no boundaries headcanons please 🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽 like sirius and remus definitely side eye the two of you but they don’t ever make it noticeable 🫢 they’re just waiting for the two of you to finally get together 😵‍💫 like james definitely rests his hands in between your thighs when he’s cold and remus is always muttering to sirius how that is definitely not best friend behaviour

Sirius and Remus stop in tandem, beat up shoes stomping to a halt in the middle of the floor. It would be comical if their gazes weren't so scrutinizing and judgmental towards you where you're curled up in James's bed.

"Are we interrupting something?" Remus raises a brow at you where you lay pressed to James's chest, his hands wrapped around your waist and tucked into the space between your thighs. He'd been griping about the chill of the air against his hands after realizing they wouldn't stay tucked into the sleeves of his sweater, so when he'd pried your thighs apart to slip his hands between them, you'd let him get his fill of your body heat.

"Jus' the most boring book I've ever read," James drawls, popping his head lazily off of the pillow to stare at his friends, "Don't even know why she reads this shit, anyways."

"I read it because I like it," You hum, used to James's disdain of your more 'boring' (read: not dangerous, reckless, or foolish) hobbies, "But I'm more curious as to why you read it over my shoulder, James, if it's so boring and awful."

"Not much choice," He reasons, but you both know he could shut his eyes if he wanted to be free from your novel, and you squeeze your thighs together in hopes of pressing his hands painfully together as a reprimand.

James makes a sort of stunted groan as his knuckles scrape painfully together, but when you release your grip, he doesn't pull away. He merely settles his head back against the pillow, eyes sneakily roving over the page you're reading.

"Remus, a word." Sirius grabs the man by his right scarred hand, tugging him towards the closet. They disappear inside together, and when the door shuts behind them, and Sirius manages to swat the sleeve of his leather jacket out of his face, he stares at Remus with wide, urgent eyes.

"Did you see that?" Sirius gawps, as if maybe Remus hadn't noticed James's hands resting inches from your core, "That is not normal friend behavior?"

"I bet two galleons they kiss within the month," Remus wagers with a smirk on his face, and the expression is contagious where it transfers to Sirius right away.

"Within the week," Sirius solidifies his stance, holding a hand out for Remus to shake, "You've got a deal, Moony."

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The moment the closet door shuts behind Remus and Sirius, you crane your neck to look backwards at James.

"They're not even trying to hide it anymore," You breathe, keeping your voice low so that the two boys can't hear you, "What do you think they're doing in there?"

"Kissing, probably," James snorts, "Pulling someone into a closet by the hand is not normal friend behavior."

"When are they just gonna give it up?" You scoff, twisting back around to resume reading, "They're so obvious."

"Dunno, love." James hums, leaning forwards to press a kiss to your shoulder where your tank top has slid off of the skin there. He readjusts his hands between your thighs, nestling them imperceptibly closer to your heated core, "Some people are just oblivious."

[ameliora-j]

ur the only person i trust who can give me a filthy but soft smut of james potter fucking y/n in his ice hockey jersey

i’m honored 🥹

𐐪𐑂 it’s twisted tuesday! send in ur requests ᵕ̈

content: soft dom!james, cnc, hockey player!james, pr manager!girlfriend!reader, humiliation, degradation, oral (f!receiving), daddy kink, jamie talking to ur pussy, impact play, unprotected piv, creampie, THIS IS AN 18+ BLOG MDNI

“james…” you groan, trying to push him away as he has you pressed up against your desk in your office. “cut it out!” you groan as he kisses down your neck.

“oh baby” james chuckles, shaking his head. james towers over you, and his ice hockey jersey are purposefully tailored to be longer and bigger on him so that they can fit over all his gear—thus causing every single one of his jerseys to be a dress on you. this—accompanied by a pair of thigh high boots—was your signature game day look. “you’re wearing the jersey, you’re asking to be split open on my cock and you know it” he chuckles lowly, nipping at your ear.

you whine, shaking your head as you push him back once more. “stop james. i’m serious, i’m not fucking you” you huff softly.

“uh huh baby… whatever you say” he murmurs, sinking to his knees and pushing your legs apart. he pushes his jersey up over your hips and tuts his tongue, shaking his head softly. “and look at that… you don’t wanna fuck but this little cunt is nice and uncovered for me” he hums, noting that you’d foregone panties—and james knew you expected this.

“my poor girl’s gonna be so cold on that ice tonight” he pouts softly, shaking his head as he rubs a thumb over your slit.

“james!” you squeak. “i’ll be fine” you shake your head.

“hush baby, do your work. ‘m talking to my girl” he chuckles softly. your eyes widen and heat rises immediately to your face as you realize james is speaking to your pussy, not you. “‘s okay pretty princess… i’ll make sure you keep warm tonight” he whispers before leaning in and pressing a kiss to your little clit.

he hums softly, his eyes rolling a bit at the taste before he wraps his mouth around your cunt, wiggling his tongue through your sticky folds. “that’s right princess, knew you wanted daddy” he whispers to your cunt, leaning back and spitting on your pulsing hole. “‘s okay… daddy’s here. gonna clean you up baby. make it all better” he hums to your pussy before diving back in.

“j-james… james!” you moan loudly, reaching back and pushing his head closer to your needy cunt. he chuckles against you, slapping your ass.

“i knew you’d come around” he mumbles, standing and beginning to undo his pants.

“n-no… no james i’m not fucking you! i’m trying to tell you we need to go” you whine, shaking your head insistently.

“yeah princess, i hear you” he nods, running his cock through your slit a few times. “there’s my girl” he groans as he feels your wetness soaking his cock. “it’s okay, i’ll give it to you… no need to cry” he chuckles lowly as your pussy drips down onto his cock.

he groans lowly as he slowly pushes into your cunt, practically whining as he bottoms out. “oh you’re so tight” he breathes, holding your hips.

“j-james… jamie stop” you whine as he begins to fuck you. his pace is slow but intentional, his hips angled to hit your gspot head on each time he slams his cock back into you.

“oh baby, you’re begging me to stop but my princess is begging to cum” he murmurs, gently rubbing your clit as he fucks you slow and hard. “it’s okay pretty girl… if you want daddy to stop all you have to do is cum” he taunts, holding you close to him as he fucks you slowly.

you whine, shaking your head as it falls back against his shoulder. “your pussy is crying for me… squeezing around me. oh baby she wants to cum so bad” he mocks, beginning to rub your clit faster. he keeps his pace slow, but pounds your gspot mercilessly as you cry out his name along with profanities.

“daddy!” you whine as you gaze at him with wide, glossy eyes.

“oh there’s my pretty princess” he hums softly, smiling lovingly at you as he leans in and gives you a kiss. you whimper softly, meeting his thrusts as you kiss him back. “‘s my good girl. take my cock so well” he mumbles, kissing across your shoulders.

“daddy… i wanna cum” you whimper, your eyes rolling as you clench around him.

“i know baby… i know daddy’s right there” he mumbles. “why don’t you milk my cock baby?” he hums, kissing your cheek. “cum for me… squeeze daddy’s cum from that big cock” he groans lowly.

you let out a long, loud moan, your head falling back against his shoulder as you cream on james’ cock. he sucks in air through his teeth, fucking you through your orgasm as his hips begin to stutter until he paints your walls with his cum. “what do you say baby?” he mocks as he rides out his orgasm, fucking you full of his cum.

“thank you, daddy” you moan quietly, smiling lazily at him.

[inkdrinkerworld]

beefy james will follow chubby reader anywhere

especially when they’re at a formal event and she looks so pretty in her dress and she pulls his tie to get him to follow her 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

Yes!! Beefy!james and chubby!reader are that ‘walk him like a dog’ tiktok audio!!

James hasn’t spent a moment with you since you got here. Usually you’d be fine with it, he’s busy at his fancy galas but you really miss him and he’s wearing a pretty black suit that fits him perfectly and you want to squeeze his arms a little.

“You doing okay, doll face? Looks like you’re burning arrows into Coach Fennel’s head.” Sirius leans on the bar with his hand cupped around a glass.

“I wish I was. Maybe then I’d get a moment with James.” Sirius smirks, you and James are as equally obsessed with each other as people could get.

“Think I can help you with that, doll.” Sirius downs the rest of his drink and is off towards the coach before you can say a word.

You have enough time to order a cherry soda before you smell the expensive raspberry and leather scent of his cologne before James holds onto your hips.

“Heard you were missing me, angel.” There’s all sorts of amusement in his tone and you fight the pout because he looks too handsome.

“I was, haven’t seen you at all since we left home.” You sound a little petulant but James doesn’t mind.

James drinks you in as you take a sip of your drink. You’re in a lovely deep mauve dress, the silk of it molding to your curves and falling over them like it was made to. God you look like something right out of his imagination, perfect and gorgeous and all his.

His hand holds the column of your neck, thumb pushing into the hinge of your jaw making you look up from his broad chest

“I’m sorry, pretty baby,” he’s laying it on very thick. “How can I make it up to you, hm?”

Your hands trail up his arms and shoulders, squeezing as you go. “Kiss me?” It’s innocent enough, and James takes the bait leaning into you.

The kiss is sweet, he can taste the cherry soda on your tongue and leans in a little more to chase you. He moves to pull away but you grab him by his tie.

“No,” James chuckles at the wicked little sparkle in your eyes.

“M’heart, you have to let go of the tie or we’ll be leaving now.” You giggle madly, kissing him again, hand still clutching on his tie.

He suffers another hour before he lets you whisk him away, hand in his tie again and everything.

[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.

[sunflowerxthoughts]

I feel like James would be a great bf to have after shitty ex.

You don’t have time to overthink. He has a sixth sense and if he says something that could potentially set you off, he follows up within the next second with an explanation for what he just said in a very natural way.

He is already a very romantic guy. But you’ve had a bad day and after listening to you, he’s like mmmm not enough so he is there with flowers, coffee, tea… you name it the very next day. If it makes you happy you’ve got it.

Ask him if he’d love you if you were a worm, the answer will always be yes.

Is there an inch of your face he hasn’t kissed? The answer is no. He knows your body like his own.

He’ll be busy playing any game? He will let you know.

He isn’t perfect. Of course, no one is. But he aims to make you the happiest you can be. And if that means going above and beyond, he will, no questions asked.

[junipers-archive]

*ੈ✩‧₊˚✧ GIRLFRIEND ❥ The first time James calls you his girlfriend!! (fluff)

Today was the day you were all able to visit hogsmeade for the first time.

Correction, it was the first time you'd be able to visit hogsmeade with permission. To be fair you'd already been countless of times, after you made friends with James, Remus, Sirius and Pete. They'd taken it upon themseleves to show you all the secret passages they'd found prior to your friendship.

Even your first date with James had been spent sneaking into the very town, holding hands through the passage way and kissing off his butter-beer made mustache.

You were currently walking down in groups, you and James were holding hands slowly watching the others as they conversed.

Sirius was, of course taking as much of the attention he could get by speaking quite loudly, "Well I think we should go to Honeydukes first, I'm all out of chocolate frogs from our last trip!"

Pete squeaked nervously beside him, "Will you keep it down! Minnie will hear you!"

"He's right pads, keep it down, also maybe we should split up? I need to make a stop at Tomes and Scrolls." It was Remus he had been leisurely strolling after Sirius' gallavanting, every so often stretching his long limbs.

Sirius, like a child was the only one who didn't quite listen to Remus when he spoke, no matter how intimaditing he could be. "Fine, but we can't split up, that's against the code moons."

Remus huffed out annoyed,

"Are you seriously bringing that up right now?" James was getting uncomfortable, like he always did when they fought, shifting the arm he had around you.

"Yes. yes I am. and if you follow the code you know, we don't split up. ever."

Even Peter was getting antsy, you'd all stopped at the ridge right before entering the town to continue the conversation . "W-well, do we have to follow the code? Jamie brought his girlfriend for godrics sake, I hardly think its necessary!"

Your heart skipped and your cheeks flushed at being called James' girlfriend, you knew it wasn't exactly the time but you hadn't yet had that talk.

James finally spoke, brought out of his daze by the mention of you, "Pete's right, I did bring my girlfriend and if you lot want to split up go ahead, I'm going with her."

He pulled you against his side tightly, leading you through his friends who were still squabbling about the 'rules'.

Walking down to the main ridge you still couldn't proccess what he said, he'd called you his girlfriend, correct? Not person-he-was-dating, not friend, not anything else, but girlfriend. right?

As you approach the three broomsticks your eyes are still blown wide, asking hestitantly, "Y-you said girlfriend?"

He grinned down at you knowingly leading you toward an empty booth, "Yes sweetheart, I did."

"S-So am I- does that mean-we're-"

He leans down to kiss your temple, silencing you as he smiles and pulls back to see your hopeful face, "Yes' believe it means we're boyfriend-girlfriend now, if that's okay with you?"

When you seat yourself your mouth is still agape answering quickly, "Yea, yea that's more okay with me Jamie!"

He tries to hide the small tint in his cheeks by looking down at the menu the waitress put down, "Good to hear, so what're you having?"

And the rest of the trip is spent perfectly, stopping by your favorite shops, almost never being out of each others reach and buying enough goodies to last you till Christmas. He even lets you drag him into a jewelery store nearby the pub.

Yet throughout it all you're still in a slightly lovesick daze, because James Potter had called you his girlfriend.

[once-upon-an-imagine]

Remus, on the other hand, would be just as shy, maybe a little less than her, but still a little shy.

Sirius and James would do their best to get him to talk to her since he mostly watches her.

She would be walking in the hallway and suddenly crash against something, or better someone. James and Sirius would've (gently... or not😂) pushed Remus towards her. He would start to apologise, and he would almost miss his chance, but takes a deep breath and just ask her about a class they have together.

In the background, James and Sirius high five😂

I love this so much! every description of the characters is 100% accurate 😂Warnings: noneDisclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter 😊 gifs aren’t mine 😁

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A Little Push

"What are you looking at, Moons?" Sirius asked, walking over to his friend with James by his side. The three of them stood at the corner of a hallway, a bit hidden.

"Oh, look, it's your girl!" James smirked, spotting you walking down the hall with one too many books.

"Shut up!" he widened his eyes at his friends. "She's not my girl-"

"Well, obviously not, you've never spoken to her. You just stand there and stare at her. It's rather creepy, Moons" Sirius mocked him.

"Shove off!"

"Oh, don't be such a sourwolf, Moony" Sirius said, pinching his cheek, which Remus quickly snapped away.

"You know, you won't die if you talk to her" James tried to encourage him.

"We don't know that" Remus said, landing his eyes on you again. He wanted to talk to you. He really did, but every time he tried he started stuttering and it felt like his entire mind went blank and he made a fool out of himself.

"Well, you can find out" Sirius smirked, looking back at James who understood what he was going to do.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, she's coming this way" Sirius started.

"She's got an awful lot of books in her hands" James continued.

"I'm pretty sure she would appreciate someone helping her" Sirius stated but Remus stayed silent.

"He means you, Moony" James told him.

"I can't help her!"

"Why not?"

"I can barely talk to her? Why would I even say?"

"I see your point, that's a good question" James said.

"But you know, also..." Sirius started before he and James placed their hands on Remus' back.

Before Remus knew what was happening, he felt himself being pushed out of his hiding spot, making him crash directly into you, and the many books in your hands scatter on the floor. He noticed you were about to land on the floor as well, but he quickly grabbed your wrist and his other arm landed on your waist, preventing you from falling. Sirius and James quickly backed down a little just enough so they wouldn't be seen but they could still see what was going on.

"M-Merlin, I am s-so sorry!" Remus stammered out. He didn't know what to feel. He was embarrassed, he was furious at his friends, but most of all, he was absolutely starstruck by you. He had never had you this close. "Are you hurt? I am so sorry, I d-didn't mean to-"

"I'm s-sorry, R-Remus" you said, feeling your cheeks burn horribly. You weren't really paying attention and now you had just crashed into your long-time crush, Remus Lupin. You had always wanted to talk to him outside of class, but this was not the way you thought it would happen. "I w-wasn't looking where I was going and I- uh-"

"N-no, it was my fault, love" he said, widening his eyes when he realized what he called you. But he let out a sigh of relief when he saw you smile even if your cheeks were burning even further.

"He called her 'love'" James whispered to Sirius, still looking at the two of you.

"I am so proud" Sirius said as the two of them bumped their fists.

"L-let me help you" Remus said, quickly kneeling to pick up the books you dropped.

"Oh, it's alright, Remus, really-" you said, starting to kneel as well but Remus quickly grabbed all the books from the floor. "Um, thank you" you said, shyly, beginning to get the books from him.

Remus quickly turned to look where his two friends were glaring at him and Sirius signaling at the books and then at you, so he cleared his throat, took a deep breath, and returned to you.

"Oh, please, let me" he said, grabbing the books again. "After all, I'm the one that made you drop them all" he smiled at you, and you felt like your heart was going to explode. Remus felt the same when he heard you laugh lightly.

"Oh, n-no, that's okay" you muttered. "You must have better things to do-"

"I don't mind" he insisted. "I b-believe we both have Transfiguration next" he told you. "I can walk with you" he offered. "If y-you don't mind, of course" he chuckled.

"I w-would like that" you told him. "B-but you don't have to carry all my books-"

"It's the least I can do, love" he brushed you off, loving your bright smile coming into view once more before he started talking about one of the books that you had with you that just happened to be his favorite.

"He said it again!" James said to Sirius, punching his arm excitedly.

"Our work here is done, Prongsie" Sirius said, as they high-fived.

The End

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A/N: hope you liked it, loves :)

[bruisedboys]

hi love! congrats on 3k :) may i request KNIVES OUT — james + subtlety ! maybe the reader even doing his tie too? i find it so intimate and romantic especially for james 😩

thank you lovely! omg yes, it’s so romantic ugh. as a result this is very romantic and sappy. you’ve been warned

prompt: subtlety - muse a gently brushes their hand over folds and wrinkles on muse b’s clothing

fem!reader 0.9k words

James is so nervous he thinks he might throw up. His hands shake so badly he can barely iron his shirt. He’s taking you out to dinner tonight, to your favourite place all the way in town, and he’s going to ask you a very important question afterwards. A question involving a ring and a bit of bravery. Though it all depends on whether he can make it through dinner first without his heart giving out.

The feat seems highly impossible. Especially when James returns to the bedroom with his poorly ironed shirt and you’re standing in the middle of the room in your prettiest red dress. The zip undone at the back, exposing the skin of your back, all your birthmarks and little freckles that James has memorised by now. He stops in the doorway and swallows.

“Oh good, you’re back,” you say, throwing him a frazzled smile over your shoulder. “Can you zip me up, handsome? I can’t reach.”

James practically trips on his own feet in his rush to help you. He hangs his shirt over his elbow and then takes your zipper in between his thumb and finger, his other hand set on your lower back to hold the fabric taut. He zips you up and watched your bare skin disappear, letting his thumb skip over your spine as he does.

When the zip reaches the top he rubs his thumb into the nape of your neck and lays a kiss on your shoulder. “There you go, lovely.”

You twist so you can look at him where he’s got his head hovering over your shoulder. You beam.

“Thanks, Jamie,” you say, and then you’re disappearing into the bathroom again before James can even say you’re welcome.

By the time you come back into the bedroom James is dressed. Well, mostly. He finds his hands are shaking too much to do his buttons up properly. He does the bottom one and then gives up, slumping down on the end of the bed in defeat.

“James,” you say, and your hair is all pinned up and beautiful and James feels more lovesick than ever. You look at him all worried, eyes on his half-done up shirt and his hands clamped on his thighs. “Are you okay?”

“Fine,” James says weakly.

You frown like you don’t believe him. Walk the rest of the way to the bed until you’re standing right above him, your knees slotting between his. You smell sweet. Like honey and something else flowery. James thinks you might be wearing a new perfume. It’s definitely one he doesn’t recognise.

“You’re shaking, James,” you say worriedly, and take both his hands into yours. You press your thumbs into his palms. “What’s the matter? Are you not feeling well?”

You lean over him and press one hand to his forehead, pushing his hair back so you can spread your fingers over his skin. He’s sure it feels like he’s got a fever. He probably does.

“I feel fine,” James lies, and tries to control the minute shaking in his hands. “I— I’m just … a bit nervous, I guess.”

You pull your hand away, perplexed. “Nervous? James,” you laugh, baffled. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Dove.” James takes your hand from where it’s pressed to his forehead, curling his fingers around your wrist. “You look like, really pretty,” he says, like it’s obvious. “Am I not allowed to be nervous?” He drops his eyes and he’s sure he’s blushing. “You make me nervous.”

You giggle, surprised. “Oh.”

James makes a pained noise and wishes the floor would swallow him up. He’s already making a fool of himself and the night has barely started. He hates to think the state he’ll be in later tonight.

You don’t seem to mind. You hover over him for a moment. Then your hand finds his chin and you tilt him up to look at you.

“You don’t need to be nervous,” you say quietly, your fingers on his freshly-shaven jaw. “It’s just dinner.”

It is very much not just dinner. But James isn’t about to give away the surprise. No when he’s almost accidentally given it away three times in the past week. “Right. Sorry.”

You laugh fondly. “Don’t be sorry, baby.”

James opens his mouth to say sorry again before realising he shouldn’t. Meanwhile you’ve bent over him to take his shirt collar into your hands. James shuts his mouth abruptly. You secure his top button carefully, then the next, and then the next. James heart beats its way up to his throat until he’s sure it’s gonna pop right out of his mouth. Your fingers graze his chest as you do up his buttons one by one. Your perfume washes over him and he think he might die. This wasn’t part of the plan.

When you’re done you smooth out his shirt, dragging your hands gently from his shoulders right down to his stomach. James tries not to shiver from your touch and fails miserably.

“Are you wearing a tie?” You ask him, hands back on his shoulders again and squeezing gently.

James nods, a bit giddy. “Uh, yeah. Yeah, it’s um, on the dresser over there.”

You retrieve his tie from the dresser and sling it around his neck and start to tie it. James sits quietly as you do up his tie. As you centre it on his chest and pull it tight.

He’s a little (a lot) lovestruck by the time you’re done.

“Thank you,” he says, and he means it genuinely, even if his voice comes out more a whisper than anything. “You’re an angel, Y/N.”

You smile wide, standing over him looking lovely as ever, and James almost asks his big question right then and there.

“You’re welcome, baby.”

You bend at the waist to kiss him on the lips, effectively stopping James from blurting what he’s not supposed to. James kisses you back without missing a beat. The big question can wait.

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[luveline]

omg omg your reqs are open!! can you pls write smth with james spoiling his s/o who doesn't know how to accept bcs they're not used to being given anything unless there's a special occasion? thank u so much!!

thank you for your request! I think this might be really long i wrote it in the app so idk how much it is ♡ fem!reader

James bursts into your flat like he owns it. The door slams up against the wall and his bags fall to the floor in a tumultuous heap. He groans so loud you can feel it in your own chest, and then he asks, "Where's my girl?"

You poke your head out from the living room and take in all his things with wide eyes. Your smile quickly turns elated. "You're staying the night?"

"A few, if you'll have me."

You stroll straight into his arms, ignoring the cold of the rain on his windbreaker and how chilled his cheeks are as you take his face into your hands.

"It'll cost you," you joke, smile fond enough to have him laughing, thrilled. Adored.

"Good, because I brought gifts."

You giggle at him and look down at his bags. There's a rucksack, a bigger duffel bag, a grocery bag, and what looks like something from a clothes shop — a canvas bag with a fancy brand printed over the side. "Is that one for me?" you ask, pointing at the supermarket bag. "You've brought me something nice for dinner?"

"I have, my angel."

James rubs the length of your arm with his hand until your drop your hold on his face and wrap them around him instead to hide in his chest. He kisses over the top and side of your head a handful of times, each one gentle and very, very warm.

"Okay, give me a real kiss and let's put this lot away," he says after a moment.

You raise your head and pout. His lips are hot and sudden as he ducks down — he steals your breath, grasps your cheek in one hand and your shoulder in another. He means it when he says a real kiss. This one warms you all the way to your toes.

You break first. He chases you, pecking your fizzing lips with a quirk to his own.

James makes you feel very lucky to be loved the way that he does. His affection leaves you dizzy and giddy in the silly breathless way, like the rush of a schoolyard crush buffeted by a stickying devotion. You're more than reluctant to move away from him now, as if your hands have been glued to his coat.

"Alright," he says gently, giving you another kiss. "Alright. I brought ice cream, and it's melting. Otherwise I'd stand here and kiss you all day."

You help him carry his bags into the kitchen and peak into the supermarket bag cheekily. When he catches you looking you shy away.

"It's okay, shortcake. You can look. It's all for you, anyways."

You beam and open the bag. He's brought the makings of your favourite food, expensive branded ingredients and off the counter cuts. You delight at his spoiling though it really is too much. It helps to know he'll be sharing; it's not entirely for you. Still, his spending always surprises you, used to shop brands and reduced stickers.

"Are we gonna make this now?" you ask.

"Maybe in a bit? I have some other things I want to show you."

You blink. "Okay."

He pulls the fancy clothes bag onto the table and smiles at you. "I had to get new polo's. If you don't like anything I can take it back."

"You have good taste," you say, quizzical. James hardly cares if you hate his clothes anyways. He'd once worn Hawaiian themed shirts for an entire fortnight.

He pulls out the first thing and you abruptly understand his meaning. It's a soft white top made up of very thin cotton. It's a sleep shirt, the fabric delicate and brushed to the touch. Tiny, dainty flowers are cut out in lines down the length.

"That suits you, don't you think?" he asks thoughtfully, holding it flat to his chest so he can look down the front of it. "There's matching bottoms, too. Here."

He hands you the top and pulls out the bottoms, shorts made up of the same fabric with lettuce, ruffled hemming.

"I got the bottoms a size up because they looked on the smaller side, but I can swap them out if they're wrong." He runs his hand over the hem. "They might've been a selfish purchase. They're lovely, aren't they?"

You smile a second too late. "They're really nice," you say sincerely.

He puts the shorts down and reaches back into the bag. You're excited but also in awe, the kind that plays with your tummy, has you shifting from foot to foot.

He shows you a warmer pair of pajamas. Just as sweet as the first but in a muted lilac and made up of a more substantial fabric, he holds a pair of relaxed fitting bottoms and a short top with short sleeves.

"I think the bottoms might be a bit long on you, shortcake," he says. "What do you think? Are they alright?"

"They're nice," you say, mouth dry.

He nods, satisfied, and digs right back into the bag. Last up is a t-shirt with your favourite artists album cover on the front. "I knew you'd like this, so I basically cheated. It's a big one. I think it's meant to be a proper shirt but I reckon you can wear it for pajamas if it's not your style."

He's very thoughtful. You run your hand down the fabric and can't choose where to look, the clothes and their tags or his face, waiting casually for your feedback.

"James, what have you got me all this for?" you ask. You can't keep the love out of your voice.

"You like it?" he asks, relieved.

"I love it. All of it. I mean..." You turn back to the white and lilac pajamas on the clothes. "They're really beautiful. Almost too nice to wear to bed."

"That's not really true. You look so pretty when you sleep," he says, reaching out to poke the soft of your tummy.

You rub your lips together. "It's not- I haven't missed our anniversary, have I?" You laugh weakly, scared for your life.

James' dark curls bounce as he laughs. "No, of course you haven't. It's three weeks and-"

"Two days," you finish. "That's what I thought. But why?"

"Why what?"

"Why have you got me all this?"

He shrugs. "I mean, 'cos I wanted to? I thought it would make you happy. Why else do you buy things for people?"

You bring your feet together and beam at him. "I don't know. Special occasions?"

"It is a special occasion. I'm staying with my girl for the weekend."

He must see on your face that you're going in for a thank you kiss because he puts down the shirt and opens his arms to bring you in. His forearms press to your arched back and pull you up, and he receives your gleeful kiss with a similarly overlarge smile.

"I don't know what to say," you confess against his lips, driving in for another kiss. "Thank you."

The words are all smushed up into him. He encourages your head carefully to one side and kisses you silly, hands roving appreciatively up the slope of your back and thigh pushing between yours.

"That's more than enough," he says after pulling away.

You make a terrible, indulgent squealing sound in the back of your throat. It's rather exciting, getting gifts for nothing. Not that James hasn't bought you things, he has, but some pajamas just because he likes you?

It feels amazing, the gift and the feelings behind it.

"I got you some other stuff, too," he admits, hands having moved to a more amicable place on your waist. He clings as you try to move. "I'm sorry! Sorry, but there was this candle that smelled like your moisturiser and then there was a whole section of things, don't run away!"

You stop your struggling and pretend to go limp. James catches you, pulls you in until your torsos are kissing. You bring up your head and narrow your eyes, softly chastening.

"I love you," he says lightly, hedging for forgiveness.

How can you stay mad?

"I love you too. I feel throughly spoiled," you say.

"Good! You deserve to feel spoiled, angel. I'm spoiling you."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, gonna make you dinner and everything."

You straighten out to kiss him again. You really are spoiled.

[thesecretmansion]

hey, hope you are doing well

could you pretty please write me some shyish james x reader where its like that scene from mean girls where reginas mom is like "do you guys need a condom???"

please dont feel pressured. Have a nice night!!!!!!!!!!!

James is too nervous to even kiss you with your mom at home.

"It's fine. She won't care", your attempts to reassure him don't to anything to calm his nerves. He really wants her to like him. You don't tell him that the moment your mom saw that he was an attractive young boy she liked him.

After much persuading, James finally leans across the bed and presses a soft kiss to your lips. You smile gently reaching to grab his neck (and maybe some curls) and hold him in place. You feel him smile into the kiss and grin. He pulls away to look at you before leaning in again.

There is a loud knock on the door and James pulls away fully looking startled. You frown as you hear your mothers voice call from outside your closed door.

"Do you guys want snacks? Or maybe a condom?"

James falls forward into your lap face flushed with embarrassment.

"No, Mom. We're fine", you say looking down at the darling boy in your arms.

"Okay. You let me know if anything changes. Be safe"

If possible James turns even redder. You laugh to yourself as you stroke his curls out of the way. So much for an egomaniac.

Hey! Thank you so much for the request. I hope this fit your standards. Also sorry he is kind of OOC in this. I hope this is at least close to what you had in mind. also mean girls is literally one of my favorite movies and i was thinking about rewatching when i got this notif! I hope you enjoyed and have an amazing lovely day.

[ddejavvu]

Your best friend James with no boundaries is such perfect James I can’t even 😩 I feel like after a while James rubs off on you and you don’t even think about it anymore. Like all of a sudden you’re bursting in on him in the shower to ask him a simple question, you’re taking your bra off immediately when you get to his room to get comfy, you’re touching him and being affectionate in ways that is definitely more than friends. And every time James is just doe eyed in love 😍 like you’re my bestie, darling 🥺 Meanwhile Sirius and Remus are watching like 😳 did that just happen? That’s not normal best friend behaviour

"Where's James?" You waste no time in pushing the door to the boys' dorms open, interrogating Sirius and Remus who've occupied themselves with what looks like a mountain of classwork.

"He's in the shower, you can- wait for him on his bed-!" Sirius watches as you beeline for the bathroom, standing to stop you when he realizes you're about to walk in on James.

"Y/N, don't-!" He tries, but you've nudged the door open, and you don't stop there. You make for the shower curtain and Sirius stands frozen in his spot, wondering if he's going to be fired as the group's official guard dog.

"Jamie?" You call, sticking your head between the shower curtain and the wall. James turns where he'd been unknowingly showcasing his broad, muscled back, soapy and lathered with suds.

"Oh-! Y/N, hi," He grins, working a sponge over his side, "What's up?"

'What's-' Sirius turns to Remus, mouthing an echo of your words in confusion. Remus has nothing to offer; in fact, he looks weary as he sits back in his seat and listens.

"Do you think I can borrow your scarf today? The girls 'n I were going to Hogsmeade but it's really cold, and I think I lost my scarf in the forest."

"Yeah, 's in my trunk, bird," James nods, conversation flowing easily despite James's lack of attire as he bends lower to scrub at his thighs, "Y'know where my trunk is, yeah?"

"Under your bed?" You confirm, and he nods again.

"Get the boys to help you drag it out, m'love,"

"Right. Thanks Jamie," You grin, leaning in to kiss the soaked skin of his cheek. He grins brightly, letting his own lips press to your much drier face.

You leave the bathroom once more to be met with Sirius and Remus's mildly disgruntled expressions, and they stare at you like they hadn't heard James's request for grunt muscle.

"Can you... help me with his trunk? He said I could borrow his scarf." You repeat, pointing timidly in the direction of his bed.

"Why don't you just take his boxers, too?" Sirius's nose wrinkles as he grimaces, "I bet they're jealous you see his dick more than they do."

[msmoony7]

Playing in the snow with James Potter

Summary: you and james play outside in the snow at hogwarts

Word count: 440

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You wake up in your dorm to a very excited James. Him being up this early was not out of the ordinary. It was the snowgear that he was wearing that spiked your curiosity. 

“It’s snowing!�� he shouts like a child once he sees that you’re awake. 

You get up and look out the window and see that it is, in fact, snowing outside. The snow must have started overnight because there’s a thick layer of snow on the ground that looks perfect to play in.

“C’mon, Remus and Sirius are already outside!” he practically shouts at you, unable to contain his excitement.

“Give me a minute, I opened my eyes five seconds ago,” you say while stretching and letting out a big yawn.

You get ready quickly and James helps you into your snow gear.

“James, I think this is a bit much,” you say to him while he helps you put on your gloves.

“Nope, can’t chance you getting cold,” he replies, giving you a kiss on the forehead and then the lips.

Finally, you make it outside and James could not be happier. He quickly runs to Sirius and Remus to join in whatever trouble they’re currently getting up to. You make it to the boys and see that they started making an army of snowmen.

“Look, that’s me,” Sirius says, pointing to a snowman that has on sunglasses and a black scarf, “and that’s Remus,” he points to the snowman next to it that’s wearing a sweater and a brown scarf around its neck.

“Help us make you two,” Remus says.

The four of you start making different sized snowballs to make into the head and body for you and James. You make James first, equipped with his glasses and a quidditch broom by its side. 

Lastly, you make yourself into a snowman. James puts a charm onto the snowman to put blush and lipstick on his face, and puts a book in its stick arm.

The four of you take a step back to admire your work and immediately burst out laughing.

“They look just like us!” you laugh.

“They’re perfect,” James adds, wrapping an arm around you.

“C’mon,” you hear Sirius shout from beside you, “let’s go start a snowball fight.” 

The four of you spend the rest of the afternoon enchanting snowballs to be thrown at anyone and everyone who decides to come out and play in the snow, resulting in a schoolwide snowball fight. 

Eventually, the cold catches up to you, so you and James go back up to his dorm to warm up. Today was a scene straight from a movie, and you can’t help but feel excited to see what the rest of this winter with James brings.

[elliewlums]

loving on james potter after he comes home from a long trip!

you really think he’s got prettier. big brown doe eyes, honey smooth and soft, framed by thick, dark lashes that kiss at the corners and gazing at you with all the pent up affection he’s saved from the last two months. phone calls really don’t do your boy justice; mind you, you can’t see much of him with the way you’re smushed against his front, your fists entangled in his jacket and your face pressed to the hollow of his throat.

“hi, shortcake,” he laughs. you hum and snuggle closer. “come on, we need to go.” his voice is soft but firm; and it does occur to you then that you ambushed him in the middle of the airport and haven’t moved since. you peel away from him a fraction, coming face to face with those gorgeous dimples you’ve missed so dearly.

“you’re never leaving again, jamie.”

“not if i can help it.” the kiss he presses to the top of your head is light and chaste but packed with love. you haven’t wanted to admit it to him, but you’ve been lonely in his absence. you see sirius and remus every day, lily and marlene almost as much, and yet no one quite compares to your james; no one even comes close, really.

when he starts walking, you grip his hand with such a ferocity that your knuckles pale. he only pulls you closer in response, tucks you into his side and engulfs you with a thickly muscled arm. you preen.

the drive back is short and quiet and then you’re home. it feels more homey now james is back, less empty; you feel less empty.

“james,” you mumble; the soft pudge of your cheek squishes against his shoulder when you roll your head to stare up at him through your lashes. he’s wrapped around you in the bed, his warmth a welcome change from the gaping hole he’s left in your bed since he’s been gone.

“shortcake,” he says back. his voice is laced with sugar and you grin.

“i missed you, baby.” his smile grows tenfold at the affectionate name.

“i missed you more.”

you press a kiss to his shoulder, his elbow, his hand; then you travel up— his neck, his jaw, the divot of his chin. he makes this light, airy sound that makes your insides flip. he’s content. here with you, he can relax, let you love on him, forget about responsibilities. it’s just the two of you.

james can’t sleep without you. he has to have you near, so as you can imagine, the past couple of months haven’t been great. his eyes flutter as you card fingers through his unruly curls, a thumb rubbing soothing circles into his forehead, pushing out his frown. your body is on his, a comforting weight, and he’s dozing. you kiss his cheek once more for good measure.

“g’night, baby,” you murmur, voice quiet and fanning over his face. he smiles absently, broad chest pressing to your back as he rolls the pair of you over.

“night, shortcake. mmph- love you.”

“love you more, jamie.”

your own eyes get heavy after that.

[sunflowerxthoughts]

Okay but James Potter always flirts with you and you don't reallyy flirt back because you think he is just doing it just because

And then one day you decide to flirt back just for shits and giggles cause deep down you do like the flirting of this tall beefy adorable man and just stops functioning.

And I mean he spends the whole day out of it just stunned because holy shit you made a move and he can't quite believe it.

And then latter that night you are in the common room, like the whole group sat down for a movie and the have been cheeky enough to leave a tiny space for you and James to share. Kinda like the one bed trope but with an armchair so you have to sit almost in his lap.

And by the end of the movie he is so flustered because you ✨fell asleep in his lap✨ and he really doesn't want to wake you up so he actually pretends to be asleep so he has an excuse to have you wake up in his arms.

Oh and best believe he spends a bit of his night mentally preparing to ask you out as soon as he can.

[junipers-archive]

*ੈ✩‧₊˚✧VALENTINES DAY CONFESSIONS

❥ James!potter x reader (You've had a crush on James for months now, he finally gets the nerve to ask you to be his Valentine, only to find you were on your way to ask him.) Word Count: 700

"Jus' don't know if she'll like it!" James was in the common room discussing his singular girl problem with his friends. "I mean we've been friends for a while, but I still don't even know if she likes me!"

Sirius who was languidly laying across one of the armchairs nearby rolled his eyes as he answered, "Your delusional if you don't see it."

"He's right James, she really does like you, laughs at every one of your bad jokes enough." even Remus had enough of his jabbering, most of their conversations almost always ended up with James bringing up your name.

He was blushing at even the mention of you liking him back, "What if she already has a Valentines though? What if she doesn't really like me? What if-"

"Give her the Valentine!" It was Pete, laying on the ground in a star-fished position, he'd almost drifted off into a sweet sleep before he was woken once more by James' worried voice.

He got up from the couch he'd been stationed at, quickly and quite bravely if he said so himself heading for the door. "Fine. But if I get my heart broken you will all be very sorry!"

As he left they all let out a collective sigh, they'd been attempting to convince him all week, maybe, just maybe if they could finally get you two together, they'd get some peace and quiet.

When James gets to you he's panting, having ran down several flights of moving stairs to reach you. You had come to the library to return some of the books you'd borrowed to study, he knew this since he was the one who offered to help you, just so he could spend more time with you.

"Y/n!" He tried to look casual, all the same hiding the gift behind his back as he approached your figure.

"Oh, hey Jamie!" you eyes were bright and your heart fluttered at his flushed cheeks.

"Have you got any plans for the day?" He was hoping your answer was no, so he could take you on a proper date, something you deserved.

"M'no don't think so, why?"

"W-well I was just hoping, since you're free, and its Valentines day..." your heart beat faster as he continued, you'd waited months for him to realize you liked him back.

"Well maybe you could, or rather we could, w-would you be valentine?" He swears you're the only to ever make him this nervous.

When he see's your pleased expression however he gets a surge of confidence taking out your gift and handing it to you, a beautiful bouquet of your favorite flowers accompanied by a small box of chocolates.

"Yes!" Your reply comes far too quickly, but you couldn't care less, taking out the small card and chocolate box you'd gotten him from your bag.

You shove it towards him as he gapes at you, "I-What-What is this?"

"Well, you were taking far too long, I mean I went to every one of your quidittch matches, pretended I needed help studying so you'd offer, laughed at every single joke of yours, godric I even went to your friends for help!"

"I never thought you'd like me!" He was bright red, how had he not seen it this entire time?

"Jamie I laugh at every single one of your jokes." You were exasperated, how had you fallen for such a sweet oblivious boy?

"Is that supposed to be an insult? Cause if I'm being honest it sounded-"

You stop his jabbering, placing the gifts on the table nearby and pressing your soft lips to his. Your heart melts as his hand comes to caress your cheek as if you're the most delicate flower in the world.

Because to him, you were.

When you pull back you're both grinning so hard your faces hurt.

"S'not and insult, just a fact." And it was, you would laugh at everyone of his jokes, no matter how ludicrous or ridiculous they were, you found him funny. And charming, and kind, and beautiful, and perfect, perfect for you.

"Well then, my Valentine, shall we begin our date?" He held out his arm as you smiled sheepishly at his name-calling.

"We shall."

[once-upon-an-imagine]

Remus Lupin x Potter reader where the reader is stealing his chocolate and putting the blame on her brother(s)

I put brother(s) cause sirius y’know?

YES! this is the best  😂😂😂

"Seriously? Again!?" Remus complained when he grabbed the empty box of chocolates from his nightstand.

"What?" James raised his head from his bed.

"You two idiots stole my chocolate again!"

"How do you know it wasn't Peter?" Sirius frowned.

"Because Peter doesn't eat chocolate!" Remus stated, throwing away the empty box.

"Mate, I've told you a million times! It's not us! It's my stupid sister!" James argued. It was close to the full moon and they both knew better than to cross Remus' wrath on those days. Especially if it involved his chocolate.

"You keep saying that but I find it very hard to believe" he glared at the bespectacled boy. "She would never lie to me" he insisted.

"Are you sure about that, mate? She keeps telling you it's us!" Sirius said, pointing at himself and James.

"Because it is!"

"No, it's not!" James said, frustrated. "You really need to stop thinking my sister is perfect, mate. She's very far from it" he said, making Remus glare at him.

"Yeah, mate, all you choosing her over us, it's not cool! She's mean!"

"She's not mean!" Remus argued. "You two always steal things from me and she would never-"

"Hey, dorks, is Remus still doing his rounds? I have his-" you stopped dead in your tracks when you entered the boys' dorm, with a new chocolate box in your hand and eating the last piece of Remus' previous box. "R-Remmy" you chuckled, nervously. "H-hi, love-"

"It was you?!" he asked in disbelief.

"We told you!" James and Sirius said, standing up and looking at you with the biggest smirk on their faces waiting for Remus' wrath to unfold on you. 'You're dead!' James mouthed at you.

"You stole my chocolate? All this time?" he said, walking closer to you and making you back against the door.

"I- uh... y-yeah" you said, looking down.

"But you said it was James and Sirius" he said, with a hurt voice.

"I know, I'm sorry. The first time you just looked so m-mad and I didn't want you to be mad at me and- Look!" you said, raising your hand and showing him the box. "I b-bought you new ones because I know it's close to the full moon and I didn't want you to be more upset" you smiled nervously.

"Oh, she's done" Sirius whispered to James as the two of them looked entertained. But their smirks quickly fell when Remus got closer to you and kissed your cheek, making you smile sweetly at him.

"Thanks, love. You didn't need to buy me a new one" he said, grabbing the box from your hand. "Next time just ask me, yeah?" he said, kissing your forehead and walking between James and Sirius and back to his bed.

"W-wait, that's it?" James complained.

"What?" Remus asked, taking a piece of chocolate as you walked and sat next to him, kissing his cheek.

"Moony! You have been whining about me and Prongs stealing your fucking chocolate when we told you it wasn't us! And then she barges in and all you say is thank you?!" Sirius asked, pointing an accusatory finger at you.

"Last time you thought it was me, you threw your book at my head!"

"Yeah, well, she apologized and got me a new box" he said, offering you a piece. "Which you two never did" he explained.

"Because it wasn't us!" they argued at the same time.

"Oh, just give it a rest" you said, resting your head on his shoulder as he kissed your temple. "I told you I'm his favorite" you smirked.