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yrluvjane · 11 months

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𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒈𝒐𝒍𝒅

[old money] James x fem!reader

《 Summary - After a coincidental encounter, James takes interest in one of his employees. 》

𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭

Who didn't know the Potters, especially when they owned everything. From banks, houses, and yachts to mansions, planes, and private islands. The family was known for its wealth and power. Almost ten generations have come since their fortune was assigned and now they’ve reached the point in being one of the richest and influential families in Europe.

And it wasn’t every day James Potter, the only living heir, walked into a diner where he would only be served greasy fries and pizza. His perfectly tailored designer clothes made him stick out like a sore thumb no matter where he sat.

Sat on a table at the far end of the room, with a relaxing book in his hands and a steaming cup of black coffee on the table; James Potter’s eyes wandered from word to word and line to line, finding peace in between the letters. His eyes would raise temporarily every time the hanging door bells jingled to check if his company had arrived.

Despite the loud noise of chatter, the diner was mostly empty, only six tables were taken. The sudden and loud laughs of a group of women disrupted his reading, and James involuntarily swung his head towards them, confusion and curiosity swirling in his eyes.

There, by the booths, sat a group of five girls all cheering loudly for their friend. James guessed that the woman they were cheering for was engaged, his eyes slightly squinted at the lady as she displayed her hand on the table for everyone to see.

It's not long before he realizes he’s not the only one looking at them; an elderly couple next to him, smiled fondly at the ladies and laughed together after a few short-whispered words.

“Mr. Potter,” He blinked, refocusing his attention on the voice. He raised his head and found himself facing a young man in a wrinkled suit and skewed slim tie who was staring at him with a disturbingly wide smile. “An honor to have you here, truly.”

“Thank you.” James responded blankly hoping to return to his book as quickly as possible without attracting unwanted attention from other diners, but it seemed as though the man did not comprehend James’ annoyance and instead decided to invite himself at James’ table.

“My name is also James,”

The Potter one sent the man a tight-lipped smile. “I own this place, it’s actually my dad’s but I managed to sway him into giving it to me. So, yeah.” At that, the man had finally stopped talking and stared at James as though he was expecting the man to hand him an award and at James awkwardly silent response, the man threw his head back and laughed loudly.

James narrowed his gaze at the man from behind his glasses and levelled him with a silent look of judgement. Though James did not speak any words his eyes expressed his feelings towards the man perfectly. And this time the man was able to clearly make out James' unpleasant impression of him. "Not a man of many words, got it.”

“I’ll leave you to it then!” The other James said hesitantly, “If you need anything, and I mean anything I am right here!” The manager stood up and winked at him as he left.

James sighed tiredly as the man’s voice faded and had finally vanished from his view. It was not that James was rude, it was the fact he did not appreciate people trying to sway him while he was having one of his very rare moments of peace.

His life has always been open to the public, from press conferences and social events to having people stalk him to his home. And though James would have seemed rude he didn’t think the twenty-something year old boy would have anything to say that was worth listening to.

James would rather have this limited time to hear his own thinking without having everyone train their eyes on him and bug him with their opinions of his every thought.

And not a few minutes later, the door swung open once more, ringing the bells and allowing a cold breeze to flow in. James’ eyes followed the jingles as he raised his cup of coffee to his lips and when his eyes trained on the silhouette he was met with a surprising feeling of familiarity.

His hold on his book loosened, and he gently put the cup back on the saucer. He leaned back on his chair and narrowed his eyes at the woman, trying to make out where he could’ve seen her. By the style and quality of her clothes, he doubted they had worked together. And even if she wore something less normal, there weren’t many acquaintances he knew that would step into anything like this diner.

He let his eyes follow the lady’s figure all the way to the celebrating group of women, all of whom started beckoning her over once they saw her. The closer she was to them the clearer she became. Under the small restaurant’s soft yellow glow, he could finally notice her blue jumper and black trousers. She waved to her friends and walked to them, a black coat hanging from her arm.

Once she took a seat, she scanned the place; freezing once she laid eyes on him. Her eyes widened, blinking owlishly, staring at him with parted lips. She recognized him, yet he still couldn't make sense of who she was. A reporter? An ex? Maybe an assistant? An employee? His mind raced with possibilities and theories trying to guess or at least sense where he’d met her.

As time passes at the speed of a turtle, he can feel the young woman’s gaze at him from afar. Every few minutes or so she turns to him as though she’s expecting something to happen; he doesn’t dare look back but he does catch her eye once. He turns to his side, slightly annoyed and faces her, staring unashamedly.

Her face of curiosity morphs into one of embarrassment, and James finds himself breaking their little contest when the door swings back open again and his friend walks in, waving at James from across the room. He shoots the girl one last look but this time, it’s her back that’s facing him.

A week later, James is sitting on a lounge chair by the pool, hoping to get some work done. The sun shone brightly above him, and despite there being cool winds breezing by, James’ clothes still stuck to his skin through a layer of sweat.

“Mr. Potter,” Anders, the Potter's head butler, calls. James faces him, scrunching his face against the sun's rays and smiles.

“Yes, Anders?”

“I have Miss Page on the phone.” He states with a sympathetic smile, handing him the black land phone. James sighed, getting up and taking the phone, he sighs one more time, this time at his assistant’s name on the small screen. “Margret?”

“James! I called six times!” She exclaims, and he can hear the distracting background noises of ringing phones, chattering and pointy heels undoubtedly belonging to the woman on the phone. ”My phone isn’t with me.” James says after shuffling some papers and looking for it. “Why? Why would you not have your phone around you at all times? I mean, what if an emergency happens? Do I have to wait for Anders to pick up the phone after four rings?”

“Marge? I’m kind of busy here, too.” He says into the phone, stretching his legs by pacing around the large pool. The sun shines on the water so brightly that James has to have on his sunglasses just to not be blinded by the reflecting sparkles of light.

“Well you should thank me. I had the meeting on Tuesday postponed to Thursday, just like you asked. Then, I have Patrick bothering me about Jackson Mills. Things are heavy James, especially now with election season so close.”

“I’ll call Jackson today—”

“Great!” She cuts him off before he can even finish his sentence.

James chuckles softly as she moves on to the next thing on her list. Margret was a wonder truly, but don't be fooled she was direct and pointed as her heels.

“You have dinner at 6:30 on Wednesday with Delilah’s parents,” and for the next few moments the line is silent, “I can always tell them you got into a car crash, if you’d like?” She suggests, her voice much clearer now as the background noises fade out. “No, no, my parents have been pestering me about this for weeks, I might as well get it over with. Marge, the report for the new expansion project is on my desk, have Carter send them to me, please.”

There's a sound of shuffling papers before Margaret's voice appears once more, "It will be with you in 30 minutes."

As she continues, James looks down at his shoes in weariness, sighing, before raising his head up once more; movements by the bushes catch his eyes. He walks over to the end at the end of the pool, where he suspects the gardeners are working, his brows furrowing as he gets closer.

And when he finally reaches the fence, his lips parted in amusement and chuckles at the scene in front of him.

“James?”

“Sorry, Marge, you were saying,” James says, barely listening. His arms are leaned over the black fence that separates the pool from the gardens. There, on the ground, sat the woman from the restaurant. Her uniform was all muddy and stained with dirt and grass, her hair was pushed up in a messy up-do that was somehow being held up with a fork.

James laughs.

“Marge, I’ll call you later.” He says, cutting her off as he ends the call and stares at the woman. At the sound of his amusement, the young lady faced him with a perplexed expression. “Mr. Potter,” She addresses, eyes wide and strands of hair falling over her face. She huffs and fails to push them back with her arm. ”I’m so sorry for bothering you.” She said, “I can leave if you’d like. I’m done anyway.”

“No, no, there’s no need to leave.” He states, his eyes focus on her uniform, a question forming in his head. “May just ask, why are you working in the gardens if you're supposed to be working in the kitchens?” He asked, and he watched her squint her eyes and shade her view with with her arm.

“Tony, the usual gardener, his daughter, got in an accident. And since I’m done with my work, l told him I could take over while he went to see her in the hospital. I do hope you don’t mind.”

“No, no. But why not just call another one of the gardeners?”

“I…didn’t think of that.” She said, biting her lips and narrowing her eyes. “Mmmh,” James hummed, “So what is it you're doing exactly?”

“Oh I’m just potting these!” She said, pointing towards a bush of pinkish flowers. “Looks great.” He commented blankly.

“Think so? I’ve never done this before.” She pointed, getting on the ground once more.

“In the end of the day it’s them being judged, not your…limited knowledge in gardening.” He said and studied the woman as she laughed. “Oh you should see the Gardenia’s they've put by the gates! They’re gorgeous!”

“Do you like Gardenia’s?” He asks and takes off his shades as the clouds begin to cage the sun. He runs his fingers through his hair, pushing back loose curls. “They are very pretty.” She notes, and James foresees the incoming 'but'.

“– But not enough to be your favorite?” He finishes and she looks at him and shakes her head smiling. “I can’t pick at all. They’re all so beautiful.”

“You seem to know a lot about flowers but so little of gardening?”

“When I was younger, my neighbor gave me a flower book. It had the names of the flowers and when they bloomed, and where they bloomed. That's all it said. ” She shares, "I didn't really have much to do as a child, so I took on reading. I enjoyed it for a while."

James squinted his eyes at her. Curiosity blooming in his chest. Taking a step back from the fence, he pointed towards his pool with his thumb. "What would you put here?" He asked.

"I'm sorry?" She asked, confused.

"The pool seems kind of bland, doesn't it? It's all plain and boring. We can do better."

"Oh," she asks and stands back up to look onto his side of the fence. James took the opportunity to clearly look at the woman as she dusted her knees and skirt of grass. She was pretty, that was quite clear. But it didn’t make that much of a difference to James; after all he’s had his share of beautiful women every now and then.

She walked forward and leaned on the fence, the smell of jasmine reaching his nose. It was a lot more welcoming and relaxing than the smell of chlorine the pool gave off.

His studied her face, her focused eyes, her bitten lips, and even the small hairs failing to be held up. "....You could go for the classics and pick some roses?"

He arched a brow at her, and she pursed her lips in response before facing the pool once more. "Angel's Trumpet?"

"Aren't they poisonous to the touch?" He asked, leaning back on the fence and giving her his most charming smile. "Right, I forgot about that." She mutters, biting the inside of her cheek, James smiles at her embarrassed expression.

She shifts from one foot to the other. James catches her fidgeting fingers and instantly feels bad for making her uncomfortable. He stands up straight as a frown takes on his face. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have put this on you. It's not your job,"

"Oh no, it's fine, really. I... Oh! What about Daylilies?" She asked. James looked at her in thought, "What flower would be on all your top favorites lists?" She tilted her head in thought, her arms falling to lean on the fence as she fixed her gaze on the pool.

"Jasmine's." She stated as she looked at him. Suddenly aware of how their elbows are touching and how small the space between them is, James's smile turned to a light smirk.

It seemed that she noticed cause soon enough she coughed and took a step back, apologizing. "It's fine." James replied. His eyes wandered over her figure one last time before putting a hand out. "James."

She stared at his hand as though she believed it might bite her. She looked at him, then his hand, and took a step forward, pushing her hand out and introducing herself. “An honor.”

“The honor is all mine.” James says, holding her hand in care as he raised it to his lips and placed a gentle kiss on her knuckles. He watched her face break into a smile before she bit the inside of her cheek and faced James with a raised brow. James only smiled in return.

He wasn’t sure why but this woman had definitely caught his attention. “I should probably get going.” She said and leaned down to grab the leftover equipment and gave a hesitant wave.

“Good Bye” James said, waving back and watched as she disappeared behind the greenery of the gardens.

The next day you woke up with a striking headache and the usual urge to fall right back into bed. It took at least 10 minutes to finally convince the rest of your body that it would be for the best to get up.

And you eventually did, after having a nice warm shower to soothe your back and warm you against the coldness of your bathroom, you dressed in your everyday clothes and quickly made your way to the local farmer’s market, in hopes of getting there early.

The most distinctive smell was that of Olive oil, it filled the air and the closer you got the easier it was to make out the strong scent of spices. It was 9:15, the farmers were set up and there was a respectful amount of families and people buying fresh groceries. It didn’t take long for you to grab your things, as you’ve been coming here for years you were practically a usual so most of your orders were pre-ordered and all you had to do is pick them up.

By 10 you were outside the large black gates to the estate, a golf car awaited your arrival as to drive to the main doors, you never really understood why there was around a mile from the gates to the Manor. “Thanks, Robert!” You said, grabbing the bags and running up the steps to the front doors of the service enterance. Anders swung the door open just as you reached the last step.

“Morning, Anders.” You greeted me with a smile.

“Good Morning, Miss —” He was cut off with four men entering the large foyer. You trailed your eyes over their uniform, a dirt-stained grey jumpsuit with a green flower logo on their chest. ‘Gardens?’ You mouthed at the older man, he nodded back. “Yes, Mr. Fretman, if you will follow me, please.”

You snickered at Anders' tone of exasperation as he guided the men out. You managed to side-stepped all the priceless furniture that was in your way to the kitchens and it was no easy task. It was more like an obstacle course, especially with your sense of sight being blocked off by overly filled brown paper bags.

Potter Estate was the definition of over the top.

The Manor consisted of 16 guestrooms, 24 bathrooms, 2 kitchens, an indoor pool, an indoor sauna and jacuzzi, a music room, 2 library’s, the theatre room, a sewing room, 4 offices, a wine cellar and an attic, with lord knows what in it.

The outside was even grander, there was the stables, the shooting range, the lake yards of grass and fancy gardens, the greenhouse (Which no one really sat in except Mrs. Potter whenever she visited), the outdoor pool, the garage and lastly the old stable house (Which, according to Anders, was turned into a "bat cave" by Mr. Potter Sr. for his son and his friends when they were younger.)

You made your way to the end of the west wing, pushing the large oak door open with your feet and sliding in. The evident silence came as a surprise, you would’ve expected to hear shouting, yelling, arguing, the sounds of slamming cupboards and chopping knives, something. But it was completely silent.

You placed the paper bags on the large kitchen island, which was three times the size of your bed and began sorting the fruits, vegetables and cheeses into the fridge and anything else in a cupboard. Once done, you threw the brown bags into a trash bin before washing your hands.

Your mind wandered away, wondering what might have happened to the rest of the crew. You huffed and wondered if you should look for them or not. Maybe they all got sick? But they were all fine yesterday. They were called somewhere else? Anders would have told you to join them. You took a look around and pushed your hair back with a headband and slipped on a hair net. You took one hesitant look around hoping someone would walk in but after a long and silent minute of you leaning on the marble table, gazing at the overly decorated door, you turned your gaze away from the entrance.

You shuffled from one cupboard, pulling all sorts of ingredients; flour, egg, sugar, vanilla , everything you needed to make a batch of cinnamon buns. And in a few moments you had already begun the first step, humming as you kneaded the dough, gently folding it between your hands and letting it rest for a while after you had declared it ready. You moved to preset the oven and a small red bulb lit up as you twisted the knob, signaling it was on.

You yawned and your vision blurred as your eyes teared up from sleepiness, you really needed to get a better sleep schedule. Brushing the tears away with your arms, you pushed yourself up, putting aside your weariness and walked back to your cooking station.

It was almost half an hour later, when the doors to the kitchen swung open and you smiled up at Anders as he walked over to you. You were practically done, he had walked in on you smearing the icing on the buns. “They’re fresh out of the oven! Try one!” You offered, cutting him a piece and plating it. “Here, you can top it with whatever you like.” You pointed towards the spread of different sauces and toppings on the table.

“Thank you very much, Miss L/n. And I do appreciate this but sadly I did not come here by my own means.” He says with a soft smile and you unconsciously wipe your hand on a cloth before facing the man with confusion. “Has something happened? Is that why everyone is absent? Does it have something to do with Tony’s daughter? Is she—”

“No, no, no. Mr. Willfard’s daughter is being treated for a broken arm and bruised sides, it’s been confirmed that she will make a full recovery.” He says and you smile gratefully, the worry inside of you lessening, still there but much more eased.

“And about the others, they were given a day off by Mr Potter.” He says and you freeze on the spot. “Oh.”

“Yes, ‘oh.’ and since we are on the topic. Mr. Potter has sent me to inform you that he is expecting you by the pool.”

Your eyes widened and so did your mouth, silent movements of your lips were targeted at Anders out of shock. “Mr. Potter, Mr. Potter? As in James Potter?”

“Are you acquainted with any other ‘James Potter’s?”

“No.” You answered hastily as you your mind racked to why he would want to speak with you and at the top of your head, and like a blaring siren, yesterday’s events shone. “Was he happy when he asked you to call me? Did he ask it in a ‘I just want to talk’ way or more of a ‘I’m going to fire you’ tone.” You asked and you instantly felt smaller under the blank and unimpressed expression Anders gave you.

“If you will follow me – What are you doing?” Anders asks, his brows furrowing and lips frowning. “Plating these! They must be served warm or else they’re not as delicious.” You whisper, rushing around just as quick the thoughts in your head.

He sighs and leans his hands on the table, watching as you took your time to gently pick each roll and delicately place them on a large plate.

Once you're done you move the dirty trays to the sink and wonder if you could buy yourself some time as you scrubbed the pans and dishes.

“Leave those and follow me. I’ll assign someone to do them later.” Anders says and you can’t help but butt in, “But everyone took the day off! Except me.” You mutter the last part in a harsh whisper and sigh, accepting defeat. You grabbed one of the pastry-filled tray and angrily hand it to the butler before grabbing the others.

It almost feels like forever as you followed Anders, your fingers were nervously tapping the silver platter. You took deep breaths and purposely slowed your pace. Anders didn’t even bother to look at you as he led you. You looked around you trying to make out where he’s taking you too. It came as a surprise when you had passed James' office but now you were completely out of the Manor.

“Anders, where are we going?” You asked, Anders didn’t turn to you but did slow down. “To the pool grounds.”

He was going to fire you. You admitted mentally. Should've kept your mouth shut! It is a known, unspoken rule that you should never share your opinions with rich people.

You should treat them like kids, don’t talk to them, don’t get in their squabbles and don’t tell them the truth cause it will make them pissed and emotional and then you will be forced to deal with their tantrums.

However you completely ignored that rule yesterday, when you shared your opinions with Potter of all people. Before you even reach the pool, you hear loud noises and shouts coming from its direction. One very distinctive voice was that of James Potter.

“Miss L/n.” Anders addressed and motioned for you to step ahead of him. You sighed and masked your face before climbing the short stair in quick steps.

The first person you were met with was James. He stood towering over a large group of men that were scattered across the pool yard. James’ is dressed in similar attire to yesterday’s clothing and you almost smile back when he turns to you with a grin. “Mr. Potter.” You greet with a strained tone, placing the tray of buns on a nearby table with harsh clack.

“Oh, how lovely. Anders, please pass them to the workers, will you? And please call me James. How’ve you been?” He asks, still smiling and you're not so sure of what to make of the man.

Anders agrees in his usual formal tone and you watch him with the corner of your eye as he picks up your tray and walks down over to the working men.

“I’m fine?” You reply hesitantly and thankfully he doesn’t notice your questioning tone.

“Well I’m glad. I’m sorry to strip you of your day off, I assure you, you can have tomorrow for yourself.”

Your brows furrowed as you stared at the man, you're quite confused and to add to it you almost feel ridiculous while speaking to him with his sunglasses on. “Take off the shades.” You order in a blank tone and you see James’ posture change as he takes a step back and pulls the accessory off. Before he can get the chance to speak, you cut in, “Are you going to fire me?” You ask, the smile completely wiped off your face. You narrow your eyes at the man and watch as he speaks to you in genuine surprise. “Why would I fire you?”

“Then why am I here?” You asked, your confidence slipping. “I’m not here to fire you,” he laughs, “I just wanted to show you this,” He explains motioning towards the pool. “...I’ve seen the pool before.” You say, this time your confusion is clearly plastered on your face. “I mean this.” He says and he guides to the side of the pool, where three men are potting some Jasmine’s. “You picked Jasmine’s?”

“You said it was one of your favorites, right?” He asked, and you faced him with a look of surprise. “You picked Jasmine’s cause they were one of my favorites?” The older man blushed and he faced you with wide eyes, “No! Yes, but not directly, I just picked them because I guessed they’d have to have been really nice flowers if they were on your favorites list.”

“Okay.” You said, still confused but you sighed and brushed it all away. James watched your face soften as you took a step closer to them. “They are beautiful, aren’t they?” You ask, your eyes trained on the small, delicate, white petals of the flower. “Yeah…and they smell nice too.” You laugh, turning to face him as you lightly throw your head back. “Yeah, that too.” You agree watching a soft smile adorn his face.

“Here,” James says as he walks over behind a table, you watch lean down to grab something and your lips part in awe as he walks over to you with a pot of Jasmine’s. “Mr. Potter, I–” You’re in shock and happiness. They’re is a small sickening feeling in your stomach and you do your best to try and avoid it.

“A thank you,” He says. “And as I said earlier, it’s just James.”

《 NEXT PART 》

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eclipsedzs · 11 months

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James Potter x reader...

James is dating the Hogwarts HOTTIE. And he listens to how they talk about his girlfriend... They even made a list pointing out that James's girlfriend has the best body in school. How does Jamie react?

𝗙𝘂𝗰𝗸 ‘𝗲𝗺

𝗘𝗖𝗟𝗜𝗣𝗦𝗘𝗗 ▰▰▰▱▱▱ Volume: James Potter

𝗠𝗔𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗧

Genre: ✓

Paring(s): James Potter x Fem!Reader

Summary: When boys talk about you like an object because of your beauty, James tends to get violent

Disclaimer(s): Cursing, Minor fighting

JAMES FLEAMONT POTTER, a typically calm and nonviolent individual- other than the few ‘Harmless pranks’, found himself seething with anger, his normally relaxed demeanor now overshadowed by a raging storm. His jaw tightened as he attentively listened to the conversation unfolding across the common room.

The voices belonged to three younger boys, likely a year below them, who had foolishly chosen to discuss James's girlfriend without realizing the hornet's nest they had stirred.

The grating tone of the blonde's voice pierced through James's ears, assaulting his senses like nails on a chalkboard. Each word uttered felt like an unpleasant jolt, fueling his mounting irritation.

"The things I would do to her, man. Have you seen her body? Absolutely fit, man. She has the most amazing tits." The crude remarks and objectifying comments about his girlfriend caused James to abruptly rise from his seat, but before he could make a move, Sirius firmly pulled him back down.

"Yeah, she's got like the hottest body in Hogwarts, have you seen her arse? Her waist is like perfect—man, what I would do to be James. Merlin, the things I would do to her," another one of the boys chimed in, his black hair matching the darkness of his thoughts as he made crude gestures with his hands.

James could feel his blood boiling, his anger reaching its peak as he clenched his fists.

The disappointment and disgust on Sirius's face mirrored James's own feelings, both of them appalled by the disrespectful way these boys were talking about their friend and James's girlfriend.

"Not yet, James," Sirius spoke, a mischievous smirk forming on his face. "Wait until Moony and Wormtail join us, and then we can do something," he said, mentioning their two other friends who were engrossed in their studies.

Sirius rolled his eyes at the mere idea of studying, letting out an exaggerated gag. "I mean, seriously, who actually studies? Bunch of nerds," he added, playfully teasing their freinds.

James nodded, his jaw clenched tightly, but his eyes softened as he caught sight of his girlfriend walking through the common room tunnel. It was one of her off days, so she was dressed in a simple sweater—his sweater, to be precise—and a pair of small shorts hidden beneath it.

A scoff escaped James as the same boys who had been talking about her earlier whistled at her, their lecherous eyes shamelessly roaming over her body. His protective instincts surged, and he fought the urge to march over and give them a taste of his fist.

She walked over to him, a small smile gracing her lips, though the anger simmered beneath the surface as she heard the offensive remarks from the other boys in the room.

Silently, she joined James, sitting beside him and resting her head on his shoulder. She felt his strong grip around her waist.

Sirius offered her a warm smile, understanding the discomfort she felt. He moved closer, taking a seat beside her as she scooted nearer to James, seeking solace in his presence.

Sirius positioned himself protectively, creating a barrier between her and the prying eyes of the other boys.

Remus and Peter entered the room, their faces lighting up with smiles as they joined the others.

Oblivious to the tension in the air, they took their seats near the rest of the group, their presence bringing a sense of normalcy and camaraderie.

James leaned over the girl, his hand tracing gentle patterns on her covered stomach. With a determined expression, he whispered something into Remus's ear, conveying his frustration through his tightened grip.

Remus nodded in understanding, promptly grabbing his wand and casting a spell that filled the room with a subtle, hard-to-see smog.

As the smog enveloped the space, obscuring the view of prying eyes, James released his grip on her, and the warmth of Sirius, Peter, and Remus slowly receded. She found herself sitting there, coughing softly, as she tried to clear the air and regain her composure.

Groans and muffled cries filled the previously obscured room, accompanied by a high-pitched scream that resembled that of a frightened child. Yet, despite the chaos, she remained seated, her confusion mingling with her coughs.

Moments later, the smog dissipated, revealing the boys who had spoken ill of her sprawled on the floor, clad only in their underwear. Their heads sported hair dyed in various vibrant hues, and their faces were marked with bruises and bloodstains.

Her gaze shifted to James, Remus, Peter, and Sirius, who stood together. James wore a mixture of anger and accomplishment on his face, nursing his bruised hand with slight traces of red dripping from his knuckles.

Sirius wore a self-satisfied smirk, pretending to be a detached observer of the scene unfolding before them.

Remus held his wand with a mischievous smile, his lip bruised and his sandy hair disheveled.

Peter, standing alongside them, held his wand as well, surveying the aftermath of the prank with a mixture of awe and satisfaction.

James smirked, the intensity in his eyes gradually giving way to tenderness as he locked gazes with her.

Closing the distance between them, he approached, his non-bloodied hand gently caressing her cheek as he leaned in, his warm breath cascading over her face.

"If anyone ever treats you like that again, let me know, alright? I'm always here for you," he whispered, his lips hovering inches away from hers. In the next moment, their lips collided, the passion and affection evident as he held her cheek with one hand, the other securing her waist, drawing her closer in an embrace that conveyed both protection and desire.

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gottabewolfstar · 3 months

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he has no thougts. poor james 😪

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inkdrinkerworld · 1 month

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waking up from a nap and james not being there so we go search for him and he's w Remus and Sirius but it doesn't even matter bc you NEED your post nap hug :(

You’re groggy as you peel your eyes open, the evening sun blocked out a little from James’ shut curtains.

You move a little closer to his side and frown. Usually, there’s a warm body to cuddle up to, the soft smell of cardamom and clove but not this time.

With an even more severe frown, you walk out to the living room. When you hear the voices of Sirius and Remus you know where to find him immediately.

“Jamie,” you whine, an even more pitying expression on your face as you stomp towards him.

“Hi lovie,” James knows exactly what you want and he has to actively fight a smile from breaking out on his face as he opens his arms to you. “How’d you sleep?”

His big hand pushes back all of the loose hair that’s fallen from your braid while his other one rubs your back.

This had become routine for you and James when you took naps. There must be post nap cuddles so you don’t feel grumpy.

You’re like a cat in James’ mind- you preen under his affection, do that cute head tilt when he scratches a good part on your head or back and you just love being all up under him; especially post-nap.

“Bad,” you’re just saying that and James’ laugh lets you know that he knows you’re being untruthful. “Okay it was good, just missed you.”

Sirius pipes up then, “S’rude not to acknowledge your guests yknow doll.”

You shrug, eyes closed as James scratches the base of your neck. “You’re intruding.”

James’ laughs trembles down his entire body at Sirius’ aghast look.

“How rude, Remus brought you those godforsaken melons you’ve not stopped talking about. And bunches and bunches of the black grapes you love.” Sirius’ voice goes up a pitch and you know he’s teasing.

You open one eye, catching Remus jerking his chin to the kitchen where you spot the spread of fruit.

“I never said Remus was intruding, just you. Remus never steals my boyfriend before I get post-nap cuddles.” Remus laughs at the way Sirius’ eyebrows jump to his hairline and his tattooed hand darts for your foot.

He presses a mean thumb into the arch of it until James bats his hand away.

“I’ll cut them up when you’re fully awake, ‘kay?” James whispers to you and you smile.

“Thanks Jamie,” you kiss under his chin and then say, “You’re the best.”

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letterstotheflre · 1 year

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what about showing james your costume but he gets so flustered bc it's really slutty hehehe

i changed it a little and did it with bimbo!reader in mind, hope it’s okay<3

“okay, open them!” you instruct giddily, wiggling in place as james uncovers his eyes and flutters them open. it takes him a second to react— his eyes widening and his mouth falling open in surprise. you giggle at his reaction, covering your mouth with your hands. “whaddya think?”

james blinks stupidly. he stares at you up and down, heat rushing to his cheeks when he sees your boobs jiggling behind the pink fuzzy bra as you give him a twirl. “i love it. you look so pretty, baby.” he licks his lower lip. “but uh… what is it exactly?

“a bunny, duh,” you point to the white bunny ears on top of your head like he’s the dumbest person alive. which to be fair, right this very second he might as well be, because all the blood in his brain has rushed directly towards his cock. he can’t think very clearly under this circumstances. “i don’t know if i should keep the heels, though. i think they might be a little too much for the club.”

“wait, wait, wait,” he stops your rambling with a wild shake of his head. “you’re gonna wear that to the party?”

you blink. “obviously.”

james chuckles awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck. “baby, i don’t think that’s a good idea.”

he watches your shoulders slump down and his heartstrings twist around themselves. you pout sadly, look down at yourself and play with the hem of your extremely short pink skirt. “you think it’s ugly?”

“no!” he rises to his feet like he’s been electrified by the guilt of making you sad and steps closer so he can cradle your face in his hands. “no, angel. it’s not ugly, it’s just— i feel like you’re a little exposed in that getup, you know?”

your brows furrow. “you’re saying i look like a slut.”

james eyes widen in panic. “no! no, you’re not a slut. what i mean is…” he takes your hand and presses it down against the bulge in his jeans. your face lights up in realisation. “see how hard you made me? and there’s gonna be other guys at this party who’ll definitely get as hard as i am just from looking at you.”

you laugh happily and wrap your arms around his neck, pressing your chest to his, the fuzzy bra tickling him. your bunny ears wiggle in the air as you lean most of your weight on him. “but i just want you, silly! none of those guys will ever get the chance of seeing my bunny tail, only you.”

it’s james turn to be confused— he can’t remember seeing a tail while you modeled for him. “tail?”

you mimic his actions from before and guide his hand under your skirt. you smile giddily once more when his pupils dilate the second he feels the plug sitting snuggly between your ass cheeks. “oh, i love you.”

#i missed writing for my husband!!!#halloween blurb day #james potter x reader #james potter imagine #jamespotter #bimbo!reader

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siriuslygay1981 · 5 months

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James- Draw me like one of ur French girls

*Bats his eyelashes with a grin*

Regulus- You're an idiot

*James grinning as regulus yanks James's collar, pulling him into a kiss. James pulls regulus closer by the hips*

Regulus-Take ur clothes off

James- Wha-what?!?

*Regulus backs up and takes his sketchbook out*

Regulus- You asked, so deal with it. Take em off.

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hotreadingwitch · 7 months

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James x Reader - After Hours (Auror AU)

A/N - Happy Kinktober y'all horny folks, here's my first submission for this month! xx

Content Warnings/Kinks: boss/employee relationship, bondage, use of “sir” (authority kink), hair pulling, light choking, bondage, spit, nipple play, cum swallowing/tasting, oral sex (both receiving, unprotected vaginal sex

After Hours

“Sir” Y/n greeted, standing behind her desk as her boss walked into their open office space at the Ministry of Magic, “Lock up anyone bad tonight?”

“Two Death Eaters” James responded, continuing as Y/n’s eyes flitted to the dried blood on his cheek and collar, “It’s nothing bad don’t worry”

“Are you sure?” She fretted, wringing her hands, “I—I could help you clean the wound if you’d like…”

James loosened his tie, making Y/n gulp, “Yes, that’d actually be quite helpful, thank you”

Y/n came toward him after wetting a small napkin with a flick of her wand and a small whisper of a spell,

“Aguamenti”

She placed the wet material onto his cheek, rubbing lightly at the bloody spot, making James wince.

“Sorry!” She exclaimed, cautious of the pain she was causing him.

He grabbed her wrist just as she pulled away before quickly releasing it as if thinking better of himself.

“It’s okay, don’t worry love”

She nodded nervously, then began to clean the small wound again, tracing the light lines of blood that had trickled down his neck, watching his veins pulse. She saw his Adam’s apple bob in his throat as he gulped.

“Done” she affirmed, still standing incredibly close to him, between his spread legs as he leaned back slightly on the desk.

James’ eyes flicked up to meet her lust-filled gaze. She felt self-conscious as if her boss could read her now naughty thoughts.

“James…” she started, turning away embarrassed, heat making her cheeks flush.

He huffed frustratedly before coming closer to her from behind, trapping her from both sides with his muscular arms. His two hands, planted on either side of her body, were gripping the mahogany surface of the desk with force.

“Fuck Y/n, I swear sometimes you know exactly what you’re doing to me”

She turned to face him, looking over her shoulder, her eyes widening in shock.

“I’m—Merlin, I’m sorry Y/n” he then huffed, “I shouldn’t have said anything—”

“Please sir,” she hushed his protests as she leaned closer to him, until they were mere inches apart, “You don’t have to apologize to me”

“Yeah?” He chuckled before groaning, “Fuck love you’re gonna get me in trouble…”

“Maybe trouble is exactly what I want…sir”

He ran his large palm across his mouth while shaking his head, “‘Can’t be fucking the secretary now can I…?”

“Can’t you?” She looked up at him with doe eyes, grinning when she noticed the bulge in his pants,

“Y/n…”

“You’re the boss James…well, you’re certainly the boss of me” she stated plainly, “Now tell me what it is you want”

“You know what I want, you know” he mumbled as his hand caressed her soft cheek, “Get on your knees”

Y/n obeyed, allowing his thumb to flit against her bottom lip as she lowered herself before him, making him groan at the sight. She unzipped his pants, slowly pulling them down, grinning when she finally had access to his freed bulge. James gripped his base, guiding the tip to her pillowy lips. She puckered them instantly, placing light kisses on his tip, then down the sides of his shaft.

“Yes” he groaned at the small contact, “fucking tease me, yes”

Tucking her face below him, she ran the tip of her tongue up his length, making him curse. She did this, licking and kissing him, until he could barely focus on her pretty face, his eyes rolling back into his head.

“Put it in” James begged, placing a steadying hand on her cheek, “Please love”

“You’re begging for it?” Her eyes shone playfully.

“Yes” he gritted out before submitting with a low whisper, “Merlin, I need to be in your mouth”

She placed another soft kiss on his tip, spitting onto his cock, getting it wet before sliding the top half of his considerable length into her mouth.

“Fuck” he gripped his hands in her hair, tugging desperately at the strands.

She bobbed up and down, wetting him more with her tongue as she sucked obediently. “Mmm,” she moaned onto his cock, the vibrations making him twitch in her mouth. Y/n found James felt so good, thrusting in and out of her, that she thought she was enjoying herself perhaps as much as he was. She grabbed his bare thighs, pushing him farther into her mouth, down her open throat. As he groaned with pleasure, she twisted her head with each motion of her mouth, with each slurp, her lips puckering as they spread to accommodate his girth.

“You’re so good love, so fucking good” James praised, his rumbly voice an echo in the silence of the office.

His grip on her hair grew stronger as he got closer and closer to his orgasm. Finally, he came, the white substance coming out of his tip in bursts, squirting down her throat.

“Swallow” he commanded dominantly, one of his hands sliding down to grip her throat.

Her eyes rolled back at the acidic taste, making him groan. She whimpered as she stood, the look of intensity in his eyes practically piercing her.

“I need to taste you now love—fuck, please let me”

“Yes James, yes” she consented quickly.

He practically ripped her blouse off, not caring about the delicate fabric or the pearly buttons. James was acting like a man possessed, like he was made by some god or another for the sole purpose of eating her cunt. Her skirt was next, he unzipped it without even looking to find the zipper at the back, palming her ass for good measure after he slid the material off her.

“So pretty love, so damn beautiful”

His praises continued, tiny murmurs of passion, as he pulled her now naked body to the edge of the desk, attacking her chest down to her cunt with aggressive, wet kisses, stopping to focus on each of her nipples. He sucked on both of them one by one, making her body shiver and need build between her legs.

“James—please” she begged.

“One second love” he then grinned, loosening his tie and unbuttoning his shirt, revealing hardened abs beneath.

She watched him undress in awe, she knew he was fit, having watched him prance around the office in his tight white button-ups and trousers that left little to the imagination, her wild imagination, but nothing could’ve prepared her for the sight of him naked. With his tie in his hands, James curled his fingers slowly, beckoning for her to give him her wrists. When she realized his intentions she quickly obeyed, thrusting her hands forward.

James tied the tie into a tight knot that rubbed against her skin, the slight friction instantly turning her on. He didn’t attach the tie to anything so she was free to move her arms, her hands simply restricted. He lay her down then, pressing her against the wood of the desk, before making his descent lower.

The first long, languid lick of his tongue over her clothed cunt was all Y/n needed to moan loudly.

His eyes widened at her apparent sensitivity, “You’re so pretty when you moan for me love, you know that?”

He pressed his fingers onto the fabric, groaning to himself at the wetness that had already accumulated there.

“So wet” he pushed her panties to the side with one swift motion, leaning down until he fully connected with her cunt, making her whimper.

James began, licking one single stripe up from her hole to her clit. He spread her folds with his strong fingers, kissing both sides before focusing on the place where she was most sensitive. She threw her head back, releasing a low groan at the feeling that was starting to build. The way that James kissed at her clit, flicked at it, licked it, was like nothing she’d ever had done to her before. He was pleasing her as if he knew her body’s every need, could sense exactly what she wanted, could maybe even read her mind for all she knew.

“James” she whimpered, threading her hands in his curls, as much as she could with the restraint, “Merlin, you’re good”

James chuckled, cool air hitting her clit. He pulled back for a second to look right into her eyes, shocking her when he spit, letting the salvia drip down from his mouth and onto her clit. Without breaking eye contact, he reconnected with it, licking upward with teasing motions.

“Arch for me” he commanded, then praising her when she obeyed, “Yes, yes, you’re beautiful, such a good girl”

With her back arched and James’ mouth on her, she moaned and moaned and moaned, her body responding to every single flick of his tongue. He cradled her from underneath, his hand pressing onto her skin where her back lifted from the desk’ hard surface. Shamelessly she begged for more,

“James please”

“What do you want love? Tell me what you need”

“Faster, more, please”

This time it was he who obeyed. James used the full flatness of his tongue to cover the entire area around her clit as he licked up and down, satisfying her completely, making every nerve stand at attention. He transitioned from there, starting to suck on it, more roughly than before. He attached and detached the suction his mouth created, making a popping sound against her wetness.

“Fuck” her back arched even more and as she moved James only pulled her closer, gripped her tighter.

“Cum for me” he ordered between sucking, “I know you’re close love, I want you to cum for me”

She moaned and gasped, the overstimulation making her orgasm come nearer by the second. His moustache tickled her as he continued to push her closer to the edge. Crying out with pleasure, her release finally overcame her body. She shuddered as the feeling pulsed through her like an electric current, centred at the tip of James’ powerful tongue.

“James, James, yes” she groaned through gritted teeth.

She ground her cunt up to meet his tongue as he slowed, chasing every second of her orgasm until it was over, leaving her wanting more, knowing exactly what she needed from him next. When James finally detached from her, his chin covered in her slick, Y/n couldn’t help but pull him towards her, pull him in for a kiss.

“Mmm,” she moaned, tasting her cum on his lips.

“Y/n…” James groaned, his voice a low rumble.

The energy between them immediately shifted, going from hot to even hotter. James tucked loose hair behind her ear, his eyes searching her as if trying to figure out what she wanted next.

“I—Love—“ he started, “I really need to fuck you now”

His hands slid down to her waist, deceptively gentle at first before he lifted her back up onto the desk. He pushed papers, pens, anything and everything that was on the wooden surface, onto the floor in one rough motion. His breathing was heavy when he looked down at her, admiring her naked form lying before him.

“Fuck you’re so beautiful” he practically whined, “Now be a good girl and spread your legs for me”

“Yes sir” she obeyed his command, exposing her slick cunt to him, smiling when she saw his cock twitch in response.

“You’re sure you want it?” He questioned.

Her hands were still restrained, the tight knots of James’ tie tugging at her wrists, making them sore. He untied the bounds, allowing her to run her fingers through his chocolatey brown curls. He paused for a second to kiss her stinging wrists, looking up at her as he did.

“Yes” she kissed him then quickly, sweetly, before whispering, “Yes, yes, yes”

As she whispered her desire to him he slid into her, his forehead pressed up against hers.

“Oh fuck” he cursed as he slid deep within her.

He fit perfectly, his cock curving upward as he started, slowly pounding into her. Y/n lowered her back onto the desk, moaning as she arched for him.

“Lift your hips up for me love” he commanded gently before slipping back into her with more force, “Yea—mm—that’s it”

Her ass was over the edge of the desk, all her extra weight balanced in his palms as she shook with the force of his thrusts.

“James” she cried out, her voice strained.

“Rub it love” he commanded then, “Rub your clit for me”

She spit on her fingers, making James groan at the sight, before sliding them down her body, connecting them with her sore clit. Her pleasure only increased from there, turning her to putty in his hands. He fucked her and fucked her until her hole opened more to accommodate his size and harsh pace.

“Be a good girl for me now, eh love?” he breathed unevenly, as he flipped her so that her front pressed down onto his desk.

He slid back into her quickly causing her eyes to roll back into her head and gasp, “James”

Her toes curled and her legs shook as he began to pound into her again from behind, his cock hitting somewhere deep within her. She moaned loudly, her cunt drenched his cock, but it all only turned James on more, making him fuck her rougher and rougher. His hands gripped her hair tightly, pulling and pulling until her back arched up towards him, almost unnaturally.

“Fuck you take me so well—so fucking good love”

James slammed in and out of her cunt relentlessly, just the way she liked it, filling the air with the lewd sounds of skin slapping against skin, moaning, groaning, and panting. He thrust in and out of her at an almost erratic, feral pace, a series of movements so fast she was seeing stars and the next so torturously slow her legs shook.

Y/n smiled as she came, biting down on her lip trying to keep her moans in, James’ perfect cock and her own rubbing fingers overwhelming her body completely.

“C’mon love” he groaned, pulling her hair, “Let me hear you…I want to hear every pretty little moan you make”

“Fuck…fuck, James” she murmured, groaning, the intense feeling making her mind loose and blissed out.

“Yes, that’s it” he praised as her cunt pulsed around him, sending him over the edge.

He kept thrusting in and out of her, slowly, making her shudder until all her sensitivity was gone. Without pulling out of her James kissed along her shoulder, down her spine, before turning her over and removing himself from her. He groaned at the sight of his cum spilling out of her.

“Looks like I’m the one who needs to clean you up now huh?”

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