literally on my knees for drummer!James, idk if it counts but if it does I would love it !!!
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drummer!james potter x fem!reader, a bit suggestive
"Do you think you'd let me bite your biceps?" you ask James, the world slowly settling down in your eyes. "I promise I'll be gentle."
He laughs so bright, you can't help a stupid smile forming on your lips. He holds your waist to keep you steady, wavy hair falling on his forehead, and his arms fully on display.
"Who are you and what have you done to my girlfriend?" he asks, laughs again when you lift your head for a kiss.
"I'm not drunk," you say. "But your arms-"
You're not drunk, that's true. James would say you're slightly tipsy after a few cocktails you had as you watched their band play. His eyes followed you even when he had to pay attention to playing, he was flirting relentlessly with you and his drums. You remember getting yourself another drink because suddenly everything around you felt hotter.
"Come here," he tells you, gets you into a somewhat emptier corner in the bar. You see Sirius shouting at something behind, Remus is there too, they laugh and you turn back to your boyfriend. Gorgeous boy with a gorgeous face. James Potter has been blessed by divine beings, he helps you sit down on a bar stool and you hold onto his arms. His arms.
"What were you thinking when you put this shirt on tonight?" you ask. "Because it's like you're trying to give me a heart attack."
He steals a quick kiss from your lips. You taste like something sweet, your lip gloss got messed up, and you're eager for another kiss. Your fingers squeeze his arms and you let out a soft noise. You're really glad for being tipsy, it gives you new ways to be courageous.
"You played so good," you tell him. Your lovesick eyes, he loves looking at them. He fixes the smudged mascara with his thumb. "But you know that already."
"Always nice to hear," James says. He knows it's time for silent confessions of love in the crowded bar, an invisible bubble around both of you as he gets praised by his lover girl. "I played for you. Got this shirt on for you. I even practiced extra to look at you without making a mistake on the stage."
"You did?"
"Yeah," he murmurs against your lips. "I love when I get to see my girl admire me. Your eyes get all wide and you keep squirming in your seat, did you notice?"
"James-"
Your words are silenced as he presses his lips on yours in a proper kiss. His fingers are tired, he keeps them on your neck as the cute top you wear exposes your skin to him. He needs a drink, maybe you'd want one more, too. James thinks he lives for that admiring looks you give him, your gentle praises and smiles, your greedy hands on his arms.
You break the kiss and take a deep breath. He looks sinful, but still your boy under all this drummer persona. He just carries it so well, a new part of him, you like seeing him embrace something he loves. The band will do better in time. You know you'll always be in front of the stage to watch them play like they were born for this.
"The shirt is a good choice," you manage to say. "If I didn't make that obvious enough."
James smiles. You want to pinch his cheeks and play with his hair.
"I'm loving this new side of you, angel," he says. "Gonna look for more shirt options, see if I can find something more revealing on the arms."
You let him have fun with the new knowledge he has on you. He deserves it after being so good on the stage.
the SECOND I saw this ask I kNEWWWWW what video it was going to be because it came up on my fyp earlier and I thought the exact same thing sobsobsobsobsobsob
I always loved the idea of rockstar!sirius with a gf that's just as batshit and extravagant (and slutty) as him but now that I see a DRUMMER???? it simply must be james :') <33
james who yeah does hard drugs and destroys hotel rooms but also is a walking golden retriever that gets love boners every time his girl even looks at him :') his girl who is all frilly and bratty and a diva and spends all his money and does drugs with him and loves having her tits out, especially bc she knows her man goes crazy over them sOB
idk if you've done anything like this but maybe a rockstar!james where he introduces his relationship to the world/his fans ?
this was SO FUN tysm for your request! ♥ fem!reader | 1.1k words
James had asked specifically before he did what he did if it was okay. You love him and think it's sweet that he wants to, so you tell him to make sure he uses a good picture.
Some huge magazine had asked him to do a video for their website. You know vaguely when it gets uploaded because suddenly friends and even acquaintances are texting you repetitively. It's not long after that when The Marauders superfans start requesting to follow your twitter account. You'd set it to private beforehand, though there was nothing of interest there anyways, only retweets and Spotify links. You're glad you did when the notifications start and don't stop.
You turn off your phone and open up your laptop, navigating to the magazine's website, where the front page boasts your pretty boyfriend's face right at the top. You click the video link and wait for it to load, heartbeat as quick as a mouse's.
The introduction is quick. James sits behind a white table wearing a black, nondescript short-sleeved t-shirt. His fancy watch catches the light as he leans forward. "Hey, I'm James Potter from the rock band The Marauders, and today I'll be showing you guys what's in my bag."
He picks up a much cleaner version of his rucksack, new for the shoot. His actual rucksack sits at the bottom of your bed. You move your socked feet out of the way so you can compare it to the fraud on screen. It'll be fun to poke fun at him tonight over his lies.
There's not a lot of guidance to the video. He takes things out one at a time and gives some story behind them. There's a battered pair of drumsticks and a cleaner pair swiftly follows. James goes through them quickly, so a spare is always a good idea. The drumsticks are followed by a piece of drum gum in a plastic case, and a wrist brace for his dicky left arm.
He pulls out his chapstick with a subtle smirk.
"And my book," he says, pulling out a messed up paperback. You roll your eyes when you see it because it's not his book at all, it's yours, and he's wrecked it completely.
A bookmark sticks out about halfway through. "I got this recommended to me by a very pretty girl. Beautiful women seem to always have the best taste in books. I don't have to tell you guys," he says with a wink. He puts the book with everything else he's unveiled so far. "And it's a damn good book."
You flush warm with pleasure.
He pulls out some amazingly expensive headphones, an adapter for his electric drum kit, a different pair of noise cancelling headphones, his custom earplugs, his phone charger – again, new for the shoot – and a familiar notebook.
"This is for everything." He pulls it open to a random page and broadcasts what's clearly not his own handwriting. "I hate transcribing. Remus has done it for me here," he confides. "You have to love him."
You can imagine the twitter uproar as fans sing the band's bassist's praises. You do have to love Remus, he's an angel, and you'll have to have a word with James about taking advantage of his friend's kindness.
He turns it to another page. There's a sketch there of a tree you don't really recognise. James draws a lot, more than you could ever keep track of. He's even painted you a landscape or two in heavy gauche before, gifts with awfully sweet dedications on the back.
He's very good. "For sketching and things. This was a sycamore outside of the Point House arena. It had those helicopter seeds falling from it. You remember when you'd pick those up as a kid and throw them back up into the air?"
The camera person says something and James nods passionately. "Right, we'd have races too! Simpler times."
It cuts to James pulling out his wallet and his phone. They ask to see his phone wallpaper and he obliges. It's a photo of him and Sirius as kids. They could only be thirteen or fourteen in the photograph, but already Sirius holds his wicked charm like a knife, a sharp smile and a sharper gaze, though his arm around James shoulder is languidly placed.
"Yep, he's always been like that."
And finally, his wallet. It's nothing fancy. You can't afford anything as quality as he could himself but he hasn't tried to replace it since you bought it. He peels it open and makes a joke about nobody stealing his identity.
He smiles wide. "Here's the most important thing in my bag. No, not my card."
He pulls a piece of white paper from the fold between deft fingers and then turns it to reveal you, a photo of you.
You'll admit you look pretty. There's nothing fanciful to it, just you giving him a soft smile with your hair done up, your head tilting ever so slightly toward your lifted shoulder.
"This is my girl." He pulls your photo toward him and looks down over the top, no bravado, no charming comment. He smiles at you. "Doesn't she look nice here?"
The camera person says something again. James looks up, waiting for them to finish before he grins.
"Yeah, this is my girlfriend. Y/N."
There's subtitles for the camera person's next question. "This is the first time you've talked about having a partner publicly. Why now?"
The truth is just the unfortunate consequence of fame. Smear campaigns, hatemail, paparazzi, invasions of privacy. But you can't hide forever. And it feels nice – feels incredible, like your cheeks might bruise from the ache of your smile – to be shown off.
"'Cos I wanna take her on vacation for our six months, and I want the first photo people see of her to be this one, rather than her drooling on my arm in the airport."
You laugh.
"Six months, you've been together?" the camera person asks.
"And counting. Best six months of my life."
The interview moves on. There's a few layover shots of the bag's contents. You can't help but feel embarrassed at your face on a clear display next to his wallet, though a binging notification catches your attention before you can pick it apart.
You click on the notification, an email. It opens, James' voice in the background talking about the new album.
It's unsurprisingly from loverboy himself.
Answer your phone!!!!! sent from my iPhone.
You email him back. I've had to turn it off.
Oh fuck. Are you okay?
You pull the email tab to the side and watch James smile and say goodbye to everyone watching.
He just found out Y/N L/N was in the audience tonight. The actual Y/N L/N. James has been obsessed with the actress since he first saw her in a movie years ago. He’s seen every movie she’s been in since.
See, James has been very vocal about his crush on her in many interviews, only because he knew she would never see them. She was the definition of fame and he was in a silly little band he started with his friends.
James failed to understand that his silly little band was in fact very popular and on Y/N’s radar. When the band’s manager told them that she was in the audience he about passed out.
“What if I mess up? What if I miss a cue? What if I lose a stick?” he rambled nervously.
“James, you never mess up, we’ve all missed enough cues to know how to bounce back, and you always have all those extra sticks up there with you,” Remus was quick to reassure.
“Ehh, he might mess up,” teased Sirius. “This woman has been the object of his attention for the past 4 years, there’s no way he goes on without doing at least one thing wrong.”
“You’re not helping,” chastised Remus. He was trying his best to calm James, not wanting him to go into a panic. He hasn’t seen him this nervous since their first show in front of an audience.
“Guys, five minutes until you’re on,” said someone from the stage crew.
James took a deep breath and headed toward the stage. He would just have to try his best and hope it was enough.
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Y/N was so excited.
She has been wanting to go to a Marauders show for a long time. The band has been one of her favorites since she first heard a song of theirs on the radio.
When she found out they were having a concert in her city she freaked. This was the first time she would actually be able to attend a show of theirs. She would always either be too busy filming or their shows were too far away. She was ecstatic.
She begged her friends to go with her—although she didn’t have to do much begging, they were both big fans too—and snagged some good tickets.
It was like a fever dream when the boys came out. You could tell they all get so into the music, feeling it deep in them.
Y/N couldn’t help but notice the drummer.
Of course she knew who he was—and how he felt about her. She felt flattered to have gained the attention of such a talented and good-looking man. Sure, there were always people telling her how beautiful she was but it felt different coming from him.
To put it simply, James Potter was hot.
One of the hottest people she’d ever seen. And from the interviews she’s watched he was also kind and soft-spoken and smart and adorable and—you get the point.
Y/N wasn’t one to expect things because of her fame, but she was so grateful that someone, who she assumed was the band’s manager, came to invite her backstage to meet the boys after the show.
When she made it back there she saw two out of the three boys and introduced herself. She was told the drummer was in the bathroom, so she made conversation with the two boys while she waited to meet the man who had been on her mind too long.
When James came out of the bathroom he saw Y/N talking with the boys. He slowly made his way over, thinking of a way he could introduce himself. But he didn’t need to think too long, because the next thing he knew she was turning over to him, a big smile on her face.
“Hi, I’m Y/N,” she said, reaching her hand out toward him.
“I know, I-I mean I’m James,” he stuttered out nervously. He put his hand in hers and shook it. He couldn’t help but notice how soft her hand felt. Her cold rings contrast the warmth of her hands.
“James, maybe you should let the poor lady go,” Sirius teased.
It was then James realized he had been shaking her hand for an unusual amount of time.
“S-Sorry,” he said. He really hoped she didn’t think he was weird.
“No, don’t worry about it. I was just telling the boys how big of a fan I am of you guys. Been listening for a while now. I’ve been wanting to come to a show for some time now but hadn’t gotten the chance to. You were great up there by the way,” she said animatedly.
“Oh, thanks. I’m a big fan of yours too. We all are,” James said.
“Oh, I think she knows just how big of a fan of hers you are,” Sirius teased again. He was really getting a kick out of James meeting his celebrity crush.
James felt his face heat up and he knew he was red as a beet. He was really hoping that subject wasn’t brought up.
Before anyone could say anything Remus cut in.
“Hey, we usually go out to a bar near the venue after a show, would you like to join us tonight?” he said, saving James from any more embarrassment.
“I’d really like that. I have some friends I’d like you to meet as well. We could meet there if you want?” she suggested.
Everyone agreed and made their way to gather their things.
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James was still nervous.
He was waiting for Y/N and her friends to meet them at the bar. He spent some time in the bathroom looking in the mirror trying to fix his appearance as much as he could before she showed up.
“James, relax. Have a drink. She’ll show up and when she does you are going to charm her pants off and soon enough you’ll be riding off into the sunset with her,” Sirius said. He’d done enough teasing for the night and only wanted James to loosen up. He was also a couple drinks in already.
James only slightly relaxed when the door to the bar opened up and in stepped three girls.
“Hey boys, I’d like you to meet my friends Marlene and Dorcas,” Y/N introduced the girls to the boys. “This is James, Remus, and Sirius.”
Sirius and Remus immediately gravitated to a different girl and offered to buy them each a drink.
“Well, that went exactly how I thought it would,” Y/N smirked.
“What do you mean?” James asked, confused.
“Well I wanted to get some time to get to know you,” she replied. “I thought that maybe with Remus and Sirius distracted, we’d actually get some time to talk.”
“You wanted to talk to me? Alone?” he asked. He was shocked, to say the least. Could there be a chance that the girl he’s been fawning over for years could like him back? He felt like a 15-year-old school girl finally getting to talk to her crush.
“Obviously. I wanted to get to know the guy who’s been obsessed with me since he was 18. It’s not often I get the chance to meet such a huge fan,” she teased.
“Oh God, you’ve seen that?” he groaned. He was red once again trying to hide his face in his hands.
“Hey, it’s okay. I find it quite cute actually,” she reassured him. “I find you cute.”
James’ head snapped up at that.
Y/N was biting her lip nervously, wondering if she overstepped.
“Really? You don’t think it’s weird?” he asked. His dreams were coming true, but he had to make sure she wasn't joking before he made a fool out of himself.
“No, I think it’s sweet. I actually have quite the crush on you as well. Just never dared to say anything in interviews,” she said.
“Um, wow. Okay,” he stuttered. He couldn’t believe it. In a moment of confidence, he asked her, “Do you want to get out of here? Maybe go someplace quieter?”
Y/N smiled and said, “I’d love that.”
James hesitantly grabbed her hand and quickly let their friends know they would be leaving. He earned a wink from Sirius before they exited the bar.
That night they talked for hours wandering around the city, learning more about each other, sharing things they’ve never told anyone before.
Something really special was formed that night, something they knew would last a lifetime.
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Dreams Do Come True!
Marauders Drummer James Potter Spotted Walking Hand in Hand with Actress Y/N L/N.
That's right, James Potter has finally met his celebrity crush, who he has many, many times mentioned in interviews.
The couple was spotted walking together in the city after the band's show—which L/N was also in attendance for.
A source close to the actress and drummer has told us that the couple are taking things slow and are really excited to see where their new relationship goes.
And we at Celebrity News would just like to congratulate the couple and wish them all the best.
Notes: I wrote this all within an hour. I couldn’t decide on whether Sirius would be the guitarist or the singer so I’ve written for him as both.
Tw: Most of these are sexual in one way or another
-Bassist!Remus would get you to sit on the edge of the amp whilst the band practices so that you can feel the vibrations in your clit. He’d smirk every so often seeing you try to keep your noises in so as not to alert the others how stimulated you were getting
-Drummer!James doing tricks with his drumsticks because he loves to see the admiration on your face whenever he does a new one
-Guitarist!Sirius would spend hours practicing the intricate new riff he came up with by using your clit to work out the timing. It feels like torture feeling his fingers work the right spot several times before moving away and leaving you on the edge
-Singer!Sirius getting frustrated at not being able to get the vibrato right on a new song he’s working on so decides to practice by eating you out, humming the tune into your clit until he feels that he can get the perfect vibrato for a particular verse or chorus
-Drummer!James pulling you into his lap on his break whilst he’s all sweaty to ask if you’d enjoyed the new beat he came up with
-Bassist!Remus taking off his sweater and giving it to you during an outdoor concert because he doesn’t want you to get cold, the top he wears underneath shows the definition of his biceps and you can’t wait until later when you can finally jump him
-Guitarist!Sirius telling you about this cool new guitar pick that he found and hypes it up asking if you would like to experience it. The pick vibrates, the vibration is music reactive and is the perfect size to put into your underwear so that you can experience Sirius’ band practice in a whole new stimulating way
-Drummer!James sits you on his lap, gives you some drumsticks and tells you to copy him whenever he sees you looking bored
-Singer!Sirius pulling you in for a kiss every time there’s a break in the song, as his band mates keep playing. He’ll get you all riled up from a passionate kiss before suddenly pulling away to sing the next lines of the song
-Bassist!Remus refuses to let you hear his latest new riff until your panties are in his pocket, then he casually checks your pussy afterwards to see how wet it’s gotten, if it’s sopping then he keeps the riff, if it’s not as wet as usual then he’ll change it or come up with a new one curious as to which notes and tempos make you the most aroused
-Singer!Sirius winking at you whilst he’s singing particularly dirty lines knowing how it makes you ache
-Drummer!James would get you to christen every new set of drumsticks he bought by fucking yourself with them until you get yourself off
-Guitarist!Sirius getting you to wear his rings whilst he plays because he doesn’t want to lose them. He promises a reward later if you manage not to drop them which can be difficult given the amount that he tends to have on him
drummer!james potter fingering you pre-concert backstage? :)
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"Y'almost ready, James?" Remus's voice came through the door of James's rickety dressing room backstage, barely audible to you as you sat slumped in the chair in front of the mirror.
"Almost," James called back as his fingers pumped in and out of your pussy, "Jus' warmin' up."
You supposed this was true, James's career relied on his hands and fingers, and he was working them out in miraculous ways inside of your gaping cunt, his digits curling this way and that, pressing against the most sensitive of spots inside of you.
"Just be out in two minutes," Remus scoffed, most likely having heard one of the moans that slipped past the wood in your mouth.
James grinned down at you cheekily, "He's no fun, huh sweets?"
All you could do was whimper, thighs shaking slightly as James's fingers worked their magic on you. You heard the roar of the crowd outside, felt the smooth wood between your teeth, and felt the wave of pleasure slowly crest in your belly, a gradual crescendo inside of you until you were panting around your makeshift gag.
"Y'gonna cum, baby?" James cooed, glancing up at the clock in the corner of the room.
You nodded vigorously, eyes slipping shut as you waited excitedly to be sent over the edge, until James's fingers slowly stopped their motions and slid out of your stinging cunt.
"Sorry, sweets," James crooned, tone condescending and teasing, "No time. Maybe after the show I can help you out some more?"
You felt the horrible ache in your belly grow and grow the more time James's fingers weren't inside of you anymore, and reluctantly relinquished the drumsticks that James had stuffed between your teeth. He haphazardly sucked the evidence of your arousal off of his fingers, grinning lazily at you as he held up his drumsticks, "Gotta go, baby! See y'later."
showing up to drummer!james practice in lingerie (obviously when he's playing alone) and he fucks you right there
you turn, closing the door behind you with a quiet thud, and yet still keeping a hand on the handle. "what d'you think?"
james momentarily pauses in his work, peering up through thick lashes and gathering both drumsticks in hand. "oh for fuck's sake, man. that's no fair."
"what's no fair? it's all yours, jamie." you croon, departing from your only exit and padding over to the man.
"y'know i'm practicing, poppet." he hums, spreading his thighs so you can effectively saddle yourself atop one of them, bracing your weight against his bare shoulder.
"but i couldn't help myself. you look so pretty when you're working." you drag a forefinger over the various ridges in his bicep. "please? promise i won't make too much noise."
james fingers at the lacy material of your bra, slipping a forefinger in there to tease daintly at your hardening nipples. "on the contrary, darling. i want you to make as much noise as possible, yeah?" his other hand works at his belt buckle. "c'mere, pup. i'll take good care of you."
