This blog is meant for celebrating the hot love of Prongsfoot on every Friday. ❤️🔥
The idea for sharing hot Prongsfoot posts started on the Sirius & the Potters server in 2024, and the tag #hot prongsfoot friday was active on Tumblr for a while, until forgotten.
But here we go again with a whole blog dedicated to James Potter and Sirius Black not being able to keep their hands off each other. Isn’t it nice to start the weekend with some juicy James/Sirius? Yes, it is!
The rules are simple:
Post on Friday. Share your thirsty Prongsfoot takes or anything you think is hot for them on any Friday! (Anything romantic goes, your own interpretation of "hot" is enough.)
All types of media allowed. This may be in the form of writing (fics, snippets, headcanons, plot bunnies, fic recs...), art, moodboards, memes, etc. Be creative!
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Please note that most of the posts reblogged here are likely to contain adult themes, so if it's not your thing or you are not an adult, then this may not be the right blog for you.
He shouldn’t, Sirius knew that. He should wait until James woke up or maybe just take care of himself… But he was right there. Surely, James wouldn’t mind if he- No, he shouldn’t.
The thing with ‘should’ was that Sirius did not particularly place a lot of value on 'should'. There were plenty of things he should do: Stop smoking, for one. His taxes, for another. Neither of those involved fucking his sleeping boyfriend into the mattress though.
Decisions, decisions.
James steals little items from sirius to keep because he hasn't yet confessed his feelings. Sirius knows its james that is his little thief. So he puts this label on one of his lighters.
James and Sirius falling in love in their 30s. It took one broken marriage, many failed relationships and years of close friendship until they realised something that was already there all this time.
I haven't stopped thinking about this au I said in this post.
I was thinking James either had an accident and had to retire early OR he wanted more thrills and risk and started to do illegal street racing. He lived for driving through new places and difficult roads/trails.
And he meets Sirius after he totals his car (came out with minor injuries, but that didn't scare him off.) He is total taken by Sirius who knows everything there is about cars/motorcycles/bikes. And can repair just about anything.
They partner up. Sirius revamping james' cars. James has his own personal, gorgeous mechanic. They use a large trailer truck to bring everything they need, car in it too.
They totally fuck everywhere too. Like at rest stops, in the various cars, even some of Sirius' other clients cars. Jail cell when James gets arrested and then Sirius got arrested too for punching the cop.
Thank you for coming to my ted talk, I don't know why I am thinking too much over this au. XD
This week I offer a snippet of my fic Professor Black (E, 4.5k). Prongsfoot age gap, student/teacher AU. (Kind of! Also, James is an adult here.)
Black's eyes crinkle. "I don't know what you see in an old man like me, but for the record, I had a hard time staying stern with you during your last year in my class."
"Mm," James murmurs, then realises what Black said. "Old man? I'm sorry but I don't see one here. You're hardly even 40."
"Just turned last autumn."
"Well," James huffs and wraps his arms around Black's neck. "That just makes you more attractive."
"Oh, you know how to sweet talk to me," Black says softly, rubbing his cheek against James's so he gasps at the harsh contact. "My good little student, always going for straight A's."
"Fuck," James sighs. "I'm so hard for you. Can you – could you touch me?"
"Mm, not sure, what do we say?" Black's hot breath is hitting his neck.
"Please," James whimpers. "Oh, please, yes... Touch me."
We are all suffering through the heatwaves this summer, but you know who isn't suffering?
James Potter.
Because more heat means a sweatier Sirius!!
There is nothing James loves more than getting a good whiff of his husband, and he will happily volunteer his tongue to wipe the sweat off Sirius's brow (or between his tits). And there is no better place to nap than in the crook of Sirius's armpit 🔥
And sometimes, when the urges get to be too much... Well, you can read about that here:
AO3: Genius is one percent inspiration and ninety-nine percent perspiration
Happy Hot Prongsfoot Friday!
P.s.: here is James if he had a pool of Sirius's sweat:
It sounded like a mantra in his ears, while their moans, the creaking of the mattress springs, and the slapping of naked, slick skin against skin sounded like music.
James was so affectionate and needy in his arms, so eagerly clinging to him, as if Sirius was all he needed. Sirius wanted to believe that this was true. He wanted to forget that he had succumbed to his friend's persuasion, whose pheromones were driving him crazy. But what truly unsettled him was the long-standing feelings he had for James, which he had carried since their school days. He had always dreamed of this moment. However, he had envisioned it in a different setting, with different circumstances. Not on the old sofa in his living room, in his small flat, where James had returned after breaking up with Kingsley just a week ago.
James mewed pitifully beneath him, arching his hips to draw attention, and Sirius moved faster, encouraged by the way the moans began to turn into screams.
James thrashed and writhed beneath him, beautiful as ever, and Sirius deeply regretted that he couldn't give his friend, the love of his life, everything he wanted right then and there.
James was in heat, while Sirius' rut had ended a month ago.
At Hogwarts, their heat and rut coincided, and they just treated it as an accident. They ignored how nature did for them what they couldn't express in words.
But right now, James was with him, not with the alpha, whose rut his own heat had finally synchronized with after months of their relationship. Living proof that Potter wasn't his, wasn't for him.
- Look at me, - Sirius whispered, watching as James squeezed his eyes shut in pleasure. - James, please.
The fluffy eyelashes fluttered open, and his hazel eyes, wet, huge, and deer-like, reflected all his feelings, all the passion and love he had vowed a few minutes earlier. And they saw him, Sirius, not anyone else.
I've been in a very grumpy mood since they've announced a fourth heatwave next week. So here, have some prongsfoot, hot in every meaning of the word. At least they're having fun while I'll go cry in a corner 😂😭
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''Fuck, I'm hot.''
The irritated huff that followed was almost defeaning.
''Mmm. You are. Made my sixth-form years particularly hard, Jimmy.''
Sirius tried to keep a straight face when James gave him a dirty look from his sprawled out position next to him on the bed.
''How long is this sodding heat going to last? It has to stop, right? I need to sleep, I have a bloody match tomorrow...'' he grumbled as he tried to find a more comfortable position to no avail.
The heatwave had started a week ago and showed no sign of receding yet according to the weather forecast. James and Sirius were running out of patience and ways to cool down. Their whole flat was overheated and opening the windows at night was useless — there wasn't a single breeze coming in.
To be honest, Sirius was ready to go sleeping in the grass outside and to hell with the mosquitoes. Or maybe move in a cave, somewhere. One deep under the ground where the sun couldn't reach. Oh, such temptation....
''Alright, I've had enough, where's the spray?'' James muttered as he blindly reached for his bedside table.
A few seconds later, Sirius heard the familiar hiss of the cooling spray over the faint buzz of their fan. He peered at James and...
Well. Speaking of temptation...
In the low light of the lamp posts, the drops of water on James chest were slowly sliding down his skin. Sirius wanted to follow them with his fingers, or maybe his tongue.
James' sudden sigh of bliss when the air from the fan brushed over him was enough for Sirius to cave (not that he needed much encouragement).
''Sirius...''
Sirius paid no mind to the warning in James' tone. He kept trailing fingers along his clavicles, his shoulders, chasing the drops before sliding down to place a hand over his heart. He slowly stroked the patch of hair there and heard James' breath faltered. Sirius grinned.
''Okay?'' he leaned down to whisper teasingly, his lips grazing James' ear on purpose.
''I hate you....'' James grunted, as if Sirius could not hear his heart speeding up under his own fingertips.
He cupped the swell of James' pec muscle and ran a thumb over the scar underneath softly. He brushed a hand over his side, tracing his ribs, then skimmed over his waist, his stomach, feeling James tense and shiver underneath every movements. Sirius nuzzled his neck as his fingers played with the crease of a thigh, until....
''F-fine. Fine!'' James panted, eyes closed. ''But you're doing all the work, I'll just lay there. 'M saving my energy for tomorrow.''
Sirius laughed, kissed his shoulder and drew away to open the drawer of his bedside table.
Of course, they ended up being an absolute sweaty mess once they were done, Sirius on top of James, wrapped around each other as they tried to catch their breath.
''Ugh, all the windows are open, the old swag next door will complain about the noise again....''
A snort.
''You were loud.''
''And whose fault is that, hm?'' James said sleepily as he ran his fingers along Sirius spine.
''Shower?''
''Yeah. Next time, we're shagging there. I think the sheet and I merge into a single entity, Padfoot. Do we even have clean ones?''
Turned out they didn't, to the greatest pleasure of the mosquitoes.
Gryffindor James and Slytherin Sirius getting into a heated argument in the corridor, until they finally start duelling, but then Peeves comes around and threatens to rat them out to Filch. James and Sirius hide in a secret passageway so they can continue their argument in peace, except they end up snogging and giving each other handjobs. The next morning they both show up at breakfast back to hating each other but neither of them has bothered to heal or cover their hickeys. It's such a turn on for both that by nightfall they end up in the same passageway for a rerun of the previous night.
So, don't think about Stripper James being a Favorite of Prince Sirius who's meant to find an appropriate wife and yet, falls in love with this hot piece of ass.
