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I need to write a Yandere James Potter fic STAT (bully is presumed. Keyword: James Potter)
Basically Yandere James Potter (Lowkey in canon too)
The staring down in the back during the confessional too bru he's a professional harasser 😭😭
babe 😩 would you please write something about dark!james and crybaby!reader please please i love you
i have had this request sitting in my inbox for so long, had a little bit of inspo so I wanted to put this out <3 i love dark!james, i need him… hope y'all enjoy this little thing
dark!james potter x crybaby!reader who cries pretty tears ✿ 360 words
summary: your boyfriend thinks you're most beautiful when you cry, so who can blame him if he makes you?
cw: dark!james, crybaby!reader, no explicit insults stated, why do i want him to be mean to me and then fuck me better afterwards???
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It starts instantly, before the harsh words have even fully left James’ lips. It’s his tone, the curve of his mouth, the disappointment in his eyes.
Your lip trembles, your eyes turning glossy as tears begin to pool against your lower eyelids. James’ face doesn’t soften, it never does, but he does reach for your wrist, tugging you closer.
“Oh, don’t start.” He huffs, one hand coming up to cradle the back of your head. His body is warmer than his words could ever be and you curl into him. “You’re ridiculous.”
“You’re being mean…” You sniffle, tears falling down your cheeks and creating dark circles in the fabric of James’ shirt where they land. You wrap your arms around him, hands grasping at his back.
James’ fingers tangle in your hair, tugging at the strands just enough to pull you back so he can see your face. His gaze traces over your features: your reddened, glistening eyes, the way your lip pouts, the slight swell of your nose.
He thinks you’re prettiest just like this.
“‘m not mean.” He whispers, brushing a tear away from your cheek with the pad of his thumb. His lips follow soon after, trailing kisses across your cheekbone and down to your jaw. “You’re just a crybaby.”
You let out a low, protesting sound at his words but the sentiment is quickly overshadowed when James tugs you a bit closer, nipping at a spot below your ear that has your heart fluttering and your body melting into him.
“Don’t call me that…” You whisper, but your words are thin and airy, your fingers digging into him as your body craves him. Emotions surge through you: upset, love, sadness, arousal… an intoxicating concoction that keeps you addicted to him.
“Why?” He asks as his tongue brushes over the skin of your neck and you keen, a sweet moan falling from your lips. “You’re so fucking pretty when you cry, baby.”
And so, if James sometimes purposely says things to make you cry, who can blame him?
He’ll be the one to hold you after, the comfort you, to fuck you the way you deserve, right?
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Who Snaps Your Wand? - Yandere Harry Potter Men (Harry, Ron, Cedric, Draco, and James)
A/n: I was thinking about this yesterday and honestly just wanted to write evil evil James Potter. Proofread nicely like once. ALSOOO the James Gif (I made) is from a fan short film called "Severus Snape and the Marauders | Harry Potter Prequel," by @broadstrokespro. I love the actor for him and honestly every character protryal is amazing!!
CW: Yandere, sfw, emotional/asset(financial maybe by technicality) manipulation, established kidnapping + forced marriage, Cedric will let you be in ur own funk until you give in, and James being mean yay
Harry
No, Harry sees no need to make you suffer any more than you already have. He will hide it in his vault at Gringotts and never tell you where or what he did with it, no matter how hard you persist. He’d feel terrible about taking away your magic, making your adjustment to your “new life” leagues harder. But it’s all for the better, he tells himself; A terrifying mantra he must continue if he wishes to see the day you realize you don’t need it to be happy.
He has all that you need: magic, shelter, food, love- anything your sweet little heart could desire. Harry could give it all to you, and he will, but you seriously have to forget about your stick. There’s no arguing with him. Bring it up the hundredth millionth time, and his long-dissipated anger will turn into a smile, asking, “What sides would you like for dinner, love?” It would be scary if his eyes didn’t look so weary. You’ll eventually give up after realizing how far off the deep end the both of you have gotten: Harry barely in the same mental plane as you, and you barely noticing how insane it is to keep begging for something that is now impossible.
Ron
It will cross his mind, but he’s not a cruel man. He will also hide it, probably in a magically locked safe box in his old room at the Burrow. Ron has all kinds of stuff left in his childhood bedroom for when he comes to visit, so it’s not really questioned when he hides a small box under a floorboard (if anyone even notices).
He understands; he would be outraged if someone hid his wand from him as well, but he had to do with a broken wand his whole second year at Hogwarts– which is basically the same thing! If he could manage, so can his dearest sweetheart. Besides, there won’t ever be a moment where he accidentally makes you eat or throw up slugs with his wand, so please, relax and stop crying. You might be able to get a rise out of him if you scream at him for it, but most of the time, he will pass it off with a, “Oh, here we go, with that again, are we?” Ron truly wants you to love him and your new forever home, so to make things easier, why don’t you just let him take care of all the hard responsibilities? Just, don’t try to do some muggle chemistry in the kitchen to poison dinner, okay?
Cedric
He won’t even dare to put it between his hands and feel the tension of committing such an atrocity. Alas, you are not as forgiving as he, so in order to not get hexed into the Forbidden Forest, Cedric also keeps it in his vault at Gringotts. Cedric has the utmost patience with you despite the harsh language you use in his own home. He won’t stand for blasphemy such as, “I could never love a bobbleheaded posterboy like you,” or, “You need a trip to St. Mungo’s,” so your pitiful little sobs and apologies after revoking your privilege of a proper shower make it all worth it. You’ve forgotten you even used to wield magic by the time you are able to have most freedoms around the house.
Cedric isn’t as sadistic as to threaten you with extreme punishment if you continuously ask about your wand. Each time, he will calmly explain, “Dear, you know just as well as I, it’s in safekeeping. Is there something more you need?” Demand it back, and he will be forced to lull you back into peace, even if he has to put you in time out in the basement for a few days to rethink your behavior. Cedric is really an attentive and kind husband, you just have to treat him the way you want to be treated. The golden rule for a golden boy (as much as he would frown if you said that).
Draco
It really depends on your attitude towards him. In an average situation, he would say sod it and throw it out as if you really, truly, desperately needed a wand, he could just buy you a new one. On the other hand, if you are a bad kitty, Draco will be as petty as to snap your wand behind closed doors and act clueless when you ask for it. He’s not very worried about you adjusting to your new home at Malfoy Manor without it, as he makes house elves do everything for you anyway.
The real kicker is having to make good with his parents. Hopefully you’re not stupid enough to create an outburst in front of them, and if you try to guilt him by mentioning it to them in passing, you’re not getting far. Draco’s parents know of his less than… appealing affairs and habits, but as long as you don’t make much trouble and at least try not to smear the Malfoy name with unruly behavior, you should be fine. If you make their son happy, that’s all that really matters to them.
If you keep complaining about it, Draco’s initial solution is to stuff other gifts and romantic charms in your face to make you forget about it. What don’t you understand? You’re given everything any wizard or witch could want, and yet, all you ask for is that damned wand. It’s infuriating, really. Flying paper cranes and charmed, sparkling night sky ceilings do all but naught. He ends up so frustrated, he ought to let you jinx him with his own wand (although he obviously decides against his angst). In the end, he just ignores you until you stop bringing it up, and then smothers you with some much needed affection for himself. Perhaps he will apologize, but not completely for the sake of taking your autonomy away. “I’m sorry, it has to be this way, love. Stay with me, that’s all.”
James
Another one where it matters how you behave towards him. James values your cooperation, so he will be more inclined to just throw it in his Gringotts vault to keep your peace of mind. He doesn’t really care if it’s here or there, just as long as you don’t get the squirmy little idea that you have an inkling of a chance at hexing him. Although, if you’re incessant on the whereabouts of your wand, and by Merlin’s hat, have the gall to talk back to him? Honey, he will personally sit you down, whip it out to metaphorically shove it in your face, and then finally snap the thing in two.
Oh, how you will cry and scream in anger, he cannot fathom such pain. Usually he reserves that kind of torture for those who dare even disrupt his peace of mind by a bit, and dearest, you are inching towards that border a little too much. And well, we cannot be having an unhappy marriage, can we? James will hush you in his arms until you’ve tired yourself out from your tantrum, and smile selfishly to himself in sweet victory.
If you ever ask if you could get a new one, promising to be so, so behaved and rare in use with it, James will beckon you over with his finger, sit you in his lap, and explain to you in the most sane manner he can muster, “Sweetheart, you understand we can’t do that. Not unless you want us to get into another fight? Remember how hard you cried? We nearly had to take you to St. Mungo’s- Merlin, you couldn’t even breathe right the day after. Nearly had me worried sick myself. Forget it, Y/n. I’ll handle all magic business. Does that sound okay with you?” And does he feel guilty? Well, you’re still his loving spouse, so not one single bit.
Winter Getaway
Yandere Remus Lupin x Reader
Synopsis: You love the snow and decide to let the charm do its thing on your captor for a chance outside. Though, how patient can a man be with such an unruly pet?
A/n: Hai my first fic-fic not very crazy but I really like the idea of playing in your cold pig pen. Proof read lile 4 times
CW: Established kidnapping, Remus is delusional to cope but not stupid, captivity, sfw, and yandere
“Outside? Dearest, it’s freezing. You’ll turn into an icicle the moment you step onto the porch,” Remus shook his head, sighing.
“Just the yard for a minute, please. I promise,” You begged in the most pitiful manner possible. If there was one thing Remus couldn’t resist, it was you asking nicely. He’d be inclined to scold you for seducing him, but the thought of seeing you smile while snowflakes fluttered past your chilled skin made him think twice. Remus wasn’t a fan of risking your life to the elements, no, not at all. He’d much rather you take your time doing daily stretches and taking the vitamins he routinely buys you to keep your health in check. The contemplation that crossed his face egged you to double down on the begging, “Please, it would be so fun. We haven’t been on a proper date in ages, don’t you think?” Well, no, standing outside in your yard wasn’t very proper either, but any word that obstructed the opposing gears in his mind counted.
In an act of love, he finally agreed, “Fine, we can go outside, but only for a few minutes. Merlin knows what kind of sickness you’ll contract after being inside for as long as you have.”
You sprung up and hugged him, “Thank you, Remus, thank you.”
He chuckled warmly, stroking your head as he held you close in return, “No need for a song and dance, love. Come, I still have your coat and boots from last winter.” Once you two had made your way to the closet, he pulled out a shy-above-the-knee length black coat. He zipped the thick thing up, the collar pressing against your soft lips as he then fitted a hat on the crown of your head. He even insisted on putting your boots on and lacing them up nice and tight, “Just in case you lose your footing.” For your gloves, he chose the purple mittens that adorned a light blue argyle pattern along the knuckles. Remus couldn’t help but coo about how precious you were as he secured your little safety suit, “Oh, if you could see yourself now, love. A dugbog could eat you right up.”
You swatted away the hands that kept pushing your hat further down, “Okay, Remus, I think I’m ready.”
His hands fell down and held your mitten-covered hands before leaning down for a kiss, “I can’t help it, you know that.” Begrudgingly, you complied and pecked him. He then took his sweet time slipping on his own coat, hat, gloves, and boots. Your body was the beginning of a slow-roasted chicken dinner as you stood waiting in your getup. Alas, might you complain once more, he may change his mind, so you decided to stay quiet. Before long, he finally took out his wand, pressing the tip to the lock and muttered a soft Alohamora spell. The biting wind hit your face the moment the door swung open. Remus snickered at your scrunched features and came over to wrap his arm around you. “Now, be careful of ice and don’t go far. I’ll be with you, okay?” You nodded, already walking out the door as he followed.
The porch light illuminated the gray atmosphere around the cottage, the surrounding woods reminding you of your isolated location. The sun was probably about to set now, as it wasn’t quite pitch-black yet. A mesmerized breath escaped your lips, a warm fog following out. Your hand reached for the porch railing while you inched down the snow-filled steps. Remus’s arm stayed locked around you the whole way down. You two then walked around in small circles for a bit, leaving a mess of footprints in the area. It quickly got boring though, so you started in your attempt of wiggling out of his hold.
“Darling, what are you doing?” Remus’ voice shook in a combination of the cold and concern.
“I want to run around, Remus,” you casually said as you slipped out from under his arm.
“But you’ll slip-”
You refused to heed his stupid warnings. What were you, five? And besides, it’s only dead grass under your feet. You went ahead and put your arms out as you dashed across the yard, smiling to yourself. Who cares about your nagging captor of a husband trying to baby you? You’re a grown-ass adult trying to play in the snow. Eventually, you tire yourself out and free fall into the snow. Of course, Remus was quick to run over and start fussing over you. You sat up before he could start looking over your face for bruises and take off your hat to check for any bumps or bleeding. “Remus- Remus, stop it! I’m fine. I fell on purpose.”
“Why would you do that? Oh, and it’s getting so dark already. It’s time to go inside, darling. Come now,” he huffed through the cold thin air as he grabbed your arm to pull you up. You followed his grip on you, though you were less than pleased about your interrupted recess.
“Wha- so soon? Can we at least make snow angels?”
Remus sighed once more, holding you in his arms now, “We agreed a few minutes. It’s been ten.” He started the path to drag you back inside that dreaded cottage. A small conflicted part of you wanted to fight back for more time, but the rational sense of your psyche told you to accept your fate. You opted for the middle of the spectrum. Maybe if you guilt tripped him, it would allow for more time and more future visits to the outside.
“Please, Remus, we can get the digital camera and take pictures of the snow angels! It’ll be so cute.” He looked down at you for the slightest moment, before continuing to haul you back in. Ah, you could fool him once, fool him twice, but a third time? He may be swayed by your every whim and desire, but charm could only get you so far with the rulebook. Now, in an irrational choice of action, you stopped the motion of movement by anchoring your boot on the edge of the top step, “Wait, wait-”
“See, I don’t know how you get those things to work. You really have to show me how to use it again some other time, dear,” Remus huffed a fake laugh while actually starting to pull your weight towards the door. Here, you had another set of options: Struggle like a tantrum-throwing toddler, or play into his domestic fantasy. How distasteful they both were, you ought to groan and cry.
“Aw, come on Remus, you’re no fun.” You playfully whine, your fists swallowing parts of his jacket in a last-ditch attempt at some freedom. Pitifully, you make it back into the house, Remus already having relocked the door with a hurried Colloportus spell. You awkwardly stared at him as he hurriedly slid his coat and accessories off. You rarely saw Remus truly upset, but it seemed like you pushed his forbidden button one too many times. He wasted no time undoing your protective suit, tossing your accessories into the closet alongside his own.
After all was said and done, he pressed a flurry of kisses onto your now heated face, “That chill must’ve given your head a mind fever of sorts. Go to bed, love, and I’ll bring you something warm to drink. How does that sound?” You resist the urge to scowl and pout, but obey anyway. Mind fever? Like you’ve gone crazy for getting some fresh oxygen? The only mind fever present is his incurable disease of insanity.
At that moment, It seemed like he had read your mind, as he then hummed with a serious focus in his eyes, “Oh, and darling?”
Stiffened, you respond weakened, “Yes?...”
He leaned down, caressing the side of your cheek, “You know I only fuss because I love you, right? I’d really, truly, hate it if you didn’t trust me.”
“No, no, I do. I just…”
“You just?”
You really had no trick up your sleeve to seduce or charm your way out of this one. He knew just as well as you that your weak spells had no long-lasting effects, especially with the program he ran to “keep you safe.”
Remus gave you a final kiss on the lips before patting your bottom towards the hall, “That’s what I thought. I’ll be in our bedroom soon. Warm up while I’m away, ok?” You only nodded and trudged down the hall in defeat. So much for a fun ten minutes. Maybe if you get lucky in the next few months, you might be able to walk to Hogsmeade and back with him if you’re really, really good.
you do not understand just how much i love your writing, its so real feeling if that makes sense and the way you write smut scenes? immaculate.
if you are taking requests i will beg on my knees for more dark james please🙏🏻🙏🏻
i need more obsessive dark james like crazy

The Watcher - James Potter x Reader
Warnings: Stalking, obsession, minor male masturbation.
AN: I got this request back in October and I'm only now posting..... sorry for making you wait, hope your knees are alright x. I also feel the need to apologise for the lack of smut, cause I know that was in the last one, but it's in the works I promise.
An owl hooted. It was perched up in a tree somewhere behind him but James’ attention never wavered from you. More specifically, your window. The pane of glass that let sunlight illuminate your room in the morning and the moonlight bless it at night. That sweet window into your life that let him watch your every move. He praised you and your sweet naivety that meant you left your curtains open almost all the time; a sucker for natural light. He had to refrain from snorting. ‘Natural light.’ Yeah right, you were practically begging for someone to look up at you, to observe you, to watch you. He smirked to himself. Filthy little thing. He just had to hope he was the only one. Who was he kidding, he knew he was. He could often be found in the most opportune viewing spot, hidden in the shrubbery behind your building; he’d know if anyone else had been in his haunt, he’d smell them and their filthy intentions with you. He’d beat them until they bled and then some. You were his to watch.
The light from your room displayed you perfectly, outlining your silhouette against the glass, and God must’ve been on his side because you were getting changed.
James was absolutely aware of how fucked up and wrong this all was but he didn’t really give a shit. He still watched you every chance he got. He would do anything to see you, hell, he could swear he got withdrawals when he didn’t have his daily intake, didn’t spend all of his allotted time watching you. You, who had captured him, mind, body and soul, and you didn’t even know it. You were the reason he was willing to freeze his ass off every night, sitting outside your window, watching you, keeping tabs. Making sure he knew your nightly routine; making sure you still weren’t seeing anyone else.
He’d seen you around campus a lot, spied on you a lot, but you never actually spoke until one random house party. Thank God James met you properly there, because he was two days away from following you home just to see where you lived; at least now he had a legit answer if someone asked him how he knew. The two of you made the obligatory small talk that everyone goes through when meeting someone new and that included living arrangements. As the polite chatter progressed, James was falling deeper and deeper, you’d caught him, hook, line and sinker within three minutes. James didn’t think he’d ever met anyone he’d connected with so quickly. Of course, he was physically attracted to you, he knew that from seeing you around, but to find out that he was mentally attracted to you too, that you two could hold a conversation without it being awkward or weirdly tense, he was ready to propose then and there. He stayed attached to you for the rest of the night and, foolishly, expected you to reciprocate his intense feelings immediately, via the expression of a confessional text the next morning.
How wrong he had been.
Absolutely delicious, gimme 14 of them
Oh how cruel and raunchy you make James to be I love a purely sadistic man. For me, James Potter feels so real because he isn't perfect, and is an actual asshole in Canon. He's sooo awesome and you captured that exactly 🫶🫶💖
I actually wanna cry why does every interesting fic just have to have chat gpt language im not ever gonna be done beating the dead horse am I? 😭😭 The vaugeness to avoid creative storytelling/plotlines
I think what some ppl on tik tok/the internet in general (ig) don't really understand abt "yanderes" is that stalking cases usually end up in murder.
"What i would be doing if it was socially acceptable," son im scared for a society that allows the exploitation and casual murder of women (and men if it is normalized). Ofc that poster is not literal but I was just thinking bc some ppl r deadass abt ts 😭😭
I get rationally irritated when I read a very chat gpt esque fic but can't say shi to the author because well that would be mean sorry
It's fun to be a little bratty or jumpy around your yandere but you also gotta remember he works to make **your** house a home and he's relying on the thought you're waiting for him so actually it's not funny to make him sad
Like give a few months grace but okay I'll put aside my dignity and self respect to at least kiss ya goodnight
I miss idv
Does Ogata think about eliminating "rivals" int the traditional yandere way? Tbh yes and no. He does think in a very self centered way where whatever benefits him is the best course of action.
It's not that big of a deal if you have a few frivolous night here and there, fine. It's not like he's even come to let you know he wants you yet anyway, what's the point of making a fuss about it? He might be a pervert peeping tom once or twice, stewing in curious jealousy because, is that how you want it? Some pile of testosterone flesh and bones huffing and puffing on top of you? He could do that, sure, just don't expect him to be loud like that brute. It's annoying, and as much as he wants you for himself, Ogata has too much pride to preform (though this might change once he gets his dick wet- he'll still be awkward after).
It's an entirely different story if you have one or several frequent partners. You're whoring yourself out for free when a fine suitor is willing to satisfy you (as much ss he hopes to think). That it, they gotta go.
Now, Ogata can't act so recklessly as of course. Astring of sudden murders will spring paranoia and suspicion. But then again, when has he ever cared about getting into trouble? He'll go down the line, thinking of whose death will make your libido decrease the most.
Oh, and you better not go running to any other man for comfort sex because that will just confirm to Ogata that you are truly weak against your own feeble emotions. He doesn't understand what makes you so stupid, and he's kind of tempted to end you to stop this miserable chasing. A pull of that trigger, and it would be over. So pathetic, it kills him.
Well, when all is said and done, just make sure you're still sane enough to fuck him too, ok? Should be grateful for all the work he did for you. Shouldn't it really be a proof of how great his love is? You didn't care before because didn't have it, right? Now that you do, show him how thankful you are now that he's protected you.
"If I can't have you, no one can": Usami and Ogata
Desperately clings to darling to the point of insane levels of delusion: Koito and Vasily
"I know you don't love me, but I'm too selfish to let you go": Sugimoto, Tsurumi, Tsukishima, Tanigaki, Wilke, and Kiroranke
Most normal people feel guilt, but those outliers...
Drawing porn is a lot harder than it looks
Short Chrollo doodle bc I have no ideas
I actually would love for this to happen to me
