so it’s no secret that james potter is by far one of my fav fictional characters. he is also my fav fictional hubby so I thought for his bday I would share some of my fav fics/blurbs from other writers of him! <33
*you don’t have to imagine him as the gif ofc it’s just the first thing that comes up when I search james potter
high bf james by @theemporium
fwb turned bf james by @astonishment
hungover james by @lucasnclair
friends to lovers james by @perpetuallydaydreaming
innocent!jamie by @my-my-only-angel
bf james hcs by @meadowscarlet
more james hc by @robieangel
neighbor james ft.sirius by @morwap
bsf james by @sunrisefairy
camboy!james by @dylwrites
honorable mention to anything by @jamespottersmommy and @quindolyn
bestfriend james who you’ve known as long as you’ve known all the other marauders. you’re friends with all of them, knowing all their secrets and pranks and sometimes joining them on full moons w remus because you’re an animagus as well. you were never necessarily close with one of them more than the other until 5th years comes around and “the prank” happens.
remus is giving everyone the silent treatment, sirius has been moping to himself and peter busies himself with chess, too scared to interact with the others and cause further conflict. you and james are left in the middle of wanting to be there for remus (and him closing you out) and trying to get sirius to talk with remus (he’s butthurt and not listening) and are stuck with eachother. you’re now hanging out more and more and getting closer. discovering things about eachother you never had the chance to know.
one day, you and james have the dorm to yourselves and decide the unwind from the stress of your crumbling-friendgroup, by getting just a little bit high off some mary jane. and it wasn’t until you and james were on the floor, verbalizing your physical attraction to each other that you’ve ‘always kept to yourself’, that your sobriety cleared up in hot second. your lips were engraving his to your own and your hands were anywhere but being kept to yourselves.
fwb!james comes along, but he knows already that with you it’s different. he’s attracted to you of course, and he respects you as a friend enough to not treat you as one-night-stand. you tell yourselves it’s just to keep each other company and to relieve tensions until the group gets back together. however, timid glances turn into unbroken eye contact, jokingly shoving hands turn into holding hands and teasing smirks turn into smiles of endearment.
by mid-summer the marauders are back together again and happy and normal as ever. so you and james don’t need eachother anymore, right? you’ll go back to ‘normal’ right?
…right?
(a/n: to my fellow blog writers, is this considered a drabble? i feel like it’s rly specific and idk if i like it. if not, what would this be?)
hey love! i was wondering (only if you're comfortable with it) if you could do a sub!james x dom!reader smut where the reader is a cam girl hehe
anyways i love your writing!!! xx
warning: sex worker reader, SMUT, sub!james, femdom!reader, male masturabtion, unprotected penetrative sex, praise kink, bondage, subspace, slight degradation , slight mommy kink if you squint -lemme know if there’s more
AN: this was fun to write cuz i love sub!james but anywaysss hope u enjoy.{edited} let’s not pretend this request wasn’t ages ago and i deadass thought i finished and posted it only to find it nestled into my drafts. anyways i started writing this forever ago, so if you see a maturity in my language, you know why lmao) pls don’t be mad :))) obvious modern au
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you were wearing something different, he noticed.
instead of the usual baby blue underwear, you were clad in a deep red lacy two-piece.
it extenuated your figure in a way that made you look more . . . assertive. as though you were looking down on him with a condescending grin, knowing how desperately he craves you.
except it wasn’t just him, unfortunately. every sunday at noon you would go live and entertain up to 5,000 people with your explicit vulnerability. letting everyone see your most sensitive parts and watch you as you tip yourself over the edge repeatedly.
you were james’s favorite. maybe it was in the way you would be doing the most erotic poses and making the most pathetic sounds yet still he would feel so mesmerized, so enamored that even he knew you were the one in control.
it was you that had him wrapped around your finger. it was you that made him so eager to clear off his schedule the moment he knew you would be live. it was you that made him feel aroused in a way that no ones else has seen or accomplished. and it was you that kept him wanting more even after his cheeks were heated, his thighs were trembling, his eyes were all glassy and his mind was all cloudy, only focused on you.
it was utterly shameful how often you were the star of his scenarios, the main character of his dreams and the supervisor of his mind.
now here he was, sitting on his bedroom floor in the closet so his parents wouldn’t hear and wake from their slumber, watching as you run your hands down your body with a teasing smirk. he could feel that familiar haziness enter his head and it didn’t help you dressed in his favorite color, looking more ravishing than ever.
it didn’t even just stop at your outfit. you were matching in cherry red nails and heels, lips adorned in the ruby color, to go under your masquerade mask. he could feel the tent in his trousers tighten and he eagerly freed himself from the confines.
your eyes narrowed and your glanced towards the chat, deciding between all the entry’s of what you should do to tease the viewers next.
james scrambled to type a suggestion in hopes you would reply.
bambiboythechaser: love when you take your straps down and play with your tits
“hmm, bambi boy it is,” you cheerfully mutter, moving your hair away and slowly bringing down the strapes to your bra, one at a time.
your breasts fall out of their cups as you unclip the back and you make a show of pinching and pulling at your nipples. whimpers leave your throat, as you need at them.
james slows his pace with a fist around his cock, edging himself to enjoy your live. he watches as your hands hesitatingly wonder around your clothed naval, eyeing the chat for a request or offer to take them off.
bambiboythechaser: please take them off, wanna see all of you
a chuckle leaves your lips as you read the message, “ok bambi boy, seems like your extra active tonight then usual. well you know it’ll cost’ya, darling.”
james subconsciously bucks into his hand at the nickname, and makes quick work of sending the money. your eyes gleam as you see the payment and you teasingly run your fingernails downwards as you ease of the lacy panties.
a soft moan escapes him as he gets sight of your bare body. he’s always known you to be a beautiful woman but, every time is like the first time he wandered upon your content.
you slide your fingers through the arousal gathered at your folds and gently rub, leaning your head back to let out a slightly exaggerated moan. with heavy breathes you gaze down at the chat and easily notice how the viewers appreciate your lewd noises and view.
the bespectacled boys pupils zeroed in on your cunt as you quicken your pace and he does the same, wanting to finish with you. choked out gasps and moans fill the closet as he works his was towards the feeling building inside his stomach.
“get ready loves, i’m coming,” you mutter out, pushing your frame closer to the camera. james repeatedly rubs at his head as you curl your fingers to press on that one spot that has you seeing stars. you arch your back and cry out as the male releases on his stomach, whimpering as he comes down from his high.
you let out a happy sigh as you thank all your viewers and quickly dismiss yourself from the chat, reminding them to come back next week.
this was the part james was always curious about. what you did after ending the live and cleaning yourself up. did you study for school? did you even go to school? maybe you made dinner for yourself and took care of a pet. you seem like the pet-type, he thought.
but, that’s weird. he shouldn’t be thinking of you like that. he hasn’t even seen your real face and knows close to nothing about your actual identity. perhaps he’ll let it go.
if he can get you off his mind, that is.
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james combed back his unruly locks as he stood infront of his bathroom mirror. he was going over to his friend’s house. that friend’s parent’s conveniently being friend’s of his parent’s . that friend also being his first crush ever.
you had been friends since you were 12, james having fancied you since you were 15. it started out as just an attraction towards you, post-puberty when his hormones took control.
however, he has soon noticed a pattern in the way his heart would flutter at your smallest affections and the wave of bitterness that would wash over him when seeing another boy try for your attention.
he had missed you over the few months you were separated in the summer and now that schools starting once again both of your parents scheduled a dinner party to catch up once again.
a sense of excitement passed over him at the thought of seeing you again. with that excitement however also came timidness. had you missed him as well? how had your summer been? had you been thinking about him in the ways he was thinking about you? did you find someone to replace him in the weeks you were parted? he hoped not. surely you would never replace him.
he swiftly finished getting ready and met with his parents outside to apparate to your manor.
he couldn’t help but wonder if you looked different from when he last saw you. you were already naturally beautiful and he couldn’t imagine you getting anymore stunning.
he walked up the steps to your front door waiting for your appearance to ease the nerves eating away senses. to his disappointment, it was your father who had led his family inside and greeted his parents with a familiarity.
he chuckled, “you know y/n, always wanting to look her best. she should be down any minute, but in the meantime take a seat at the dinning table while we wait.”
james made sure he took the spot across from you, taking a bite of one of the rolls toward the center of the table.
in less than five minutes your heels could be heard clacking down the hallway and his head swiveled in the direction of the doorway, just as you make your way through the entrance.
he had to choke down a surprised gasp as you graciously strided down to your seat, a bashful flush decorating your cheeks.
“sorry for the wait. I couldn’t decide what dress to wear and-” you were cut off as james’s mother cut you off.
“oh dear, it’s alright we’re just happy too see you again. you don’t have to worry,” she sent you a warm smile, brushing away your fears in a heartbeat.
james could hardly focus on what anyone was saying. you looked. . . breathtaking. that was the only way to describe the sight in front of him. you were wearing a captivating red dress with a barely-appropriate cleavage and a slit down your left leg, exposing the smooth skin of your calve.
he shifted in his seat at the blood rushing downwards, trying to avoid the heat burning all over his face, ears, and neck.
the rest of the dinner went on with you trying to unsuccessfully maintain eye contact with him and james doing his best to avoid glancing at any part of your revealed physique.
after finishing up on desert, the parents made their way outside to drink and mingle while you convinced james to hangout in your room.
he was silent the whole time and you were worried he was conflicted with you, for something. determined to find out, you quietly closed the door as soon as you both entered and turned so your back pressed against it.
he was facing the wall, away from you so you couldn’t see his expression making you walk over to him to see him staring at his shoes.
“jamie, why are you being so preserved? did I do something wrong? if so, you know you can tell me,” you spoke softly, taking your index finger and thumb to lift his head, and focus on you.
what you saw in his eyes startled you, seeing unexpected . . . lust clouding his irises. your eyebrows furrow as you place your palm against his cheek, feeling the warmth on his rosy flesh.
“why don’t I get you some water?,” you mutter, your feet carrying you to the bathroom.
james watches you walk out forgetting his promise to not stare at your figure, his gaze then landing on your dresser closest to the door.
despite his preoccupied mind, he noticed almost immediately the sparky item laying to the side of the surface. it was a masquerade mask. a sparkly masquerade mask. but no, not just any sparkly masquerade mask. her mask. the same girl he watched just nights ago in his room, jerking off to. the same girl he he saw finger herself and make herself come in front of hundreds of other people.
maybe he was being silly. perhaps they just happened to have the same mask. but then he walked over to you in the bathroom and he saw the same red heels, and the same red lingerie folded over in the corner on the counter.
your eyes zeroed in on him standing in the door way as you were applying your red lipstick on. he frantically turned to look at you and in an instant noticed the same red lipstick and nails.
“james, are you alright?,” you questioned, taking note of his widen eyes and struck-filled expression.
“i-it’s you. you’re h-her. she’s you. I saw you … n-naked,” he stuttered out, still staring at you in disbelief.
realization dawned on you as you took in his words. he saw you naked, he doubled at the sight of your lingerie and heels. had he watched one of your lives? was he a subscriber? did he comment on the chat and interact with you in your disguise and outfit?
“oh shit, james! you saw my videos didn’t you?,” you whispered-yelled as you run a troubled hand through your hair.
“are you kidding? I’ve watched all your lives. I’m a regular. bambiboythechaser ring a bell?” he says back, the tent in his pants growing.
you curse, remembering the username constantly requesting on all your chants and wonder how you be so dense. you open your mouth to ask james when he started watching, but closed it quickly at his expression.
he was trying to remain looking somewhat serious, and you had previously detected his prominent boner, but now the need in his eyes was more obvious now than ever. you made a decision then, that maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to take care of him for once, and took his face in your hands.
“I suppose you’ve always been my good boy, now haven’t you?”, his irises enlarge and it takes everything to not kiss him silly in that moment.
his tedious gulp doesn’t go unnoticed and you’ve half a mind to take the pad of your thumb and soothe the pinched skin in between his eyebrows. instead of a verbal response, he shakes his head. too excited to hesitate another moment, yet too anxious to speak.
you don’t mind taking control though. he knows that already by the sound of him hurriedly shuffling towards your bed. with a relaxed smirk from you, he takes his que to strip himself of the clothing shielding his body from your watchful gaze.
“my boy. so good. so eager for me, hm?” you take your time removing articles of clothing, one by one except for your bra and underwear. teasing him with your slow movements and eye contact. he flusters as the show of revealed bare skin.
it’s hits you then, as you crawl your way on top of him and place featherlight kisses upon his goosebump-riddled skin that this may be his first time. “tell me if you need me to stop at any time, ok pretty boy?” you lift your head to watch his face for any sign of opposition.
he hums and nods like the ever-needy angel he is. as you straddle his naked waist with your hips, you feel his weak attempt to thrust up towards you and you gently place his hands on your waist. his whimpers reach your ears like a melody you could never get tired of and you grind your hips down to get more.
the more your kisses on his neck turn sloppy the more confidence he gains to where he moves his hands to slide up and down you back then wraps his arms around your middle, as if scared to let you go. you reach around your back to unclasp your bra in an attempt to help him get more comfortable.
his eyes go wide like saucers and with a gentle nod of consent he dives forward. latching on to your tits and worshipping them with his hands. using his appreciation to make you feel good. after you pull away from his bruised flesh you gently lead him away from your breasts for a soft kiss as your hands grab each of his and hold them above his head while simultaneously leaning him back all the way on the bed. his soft moans are muffled by your mouth as your tongue finds the inside of his mouth. with a chaste peck to his lips, you lean back up and with one hand keep his hands together and the other, hold his cheek sweetly.
“you ok with trying something new with me, love?” you ponder as your hand leaves his face and digs into the drawer on your nightstand to pull out two, wine red silk ties.
his face turns the color of said pieces of fabric and with a sheepish grins mutters back a frantic ‘yes please’. with that you make quick work of tying his hands with a gentle kiss to each wrist and not too tight to cut off much circulation. you kiss down his body while rocking your hips downward. his whines for you to stop teasing, echo faintly in your ear and you mercifully decide to strip your bottom half of your panties and straddle him once more.
his jaw hangs open at the feeling of your wet cunt brushing against his skin. “jamie darling, I need you to look in my eyes and tell me your ready, ok?”
his dilated eyes find yours and he replies breathlessly, ”yes please. need you now, please”. with that, you gently life yourself above him and line him up, before sinking down.
a strangled sound leaves the poor boys throat and you brace your palms on his shoulders to steady yourself into a good rhythm. “what a pretty boy you are, hm? so pathetic looking, spread under me like a helpless little toy.” your words fuel him on more, and he braces his feet on the bed to meet up with your trusts, desperate to make you feel good.
the sounds of skin slapping with groans of your name and whimpers of his fill the room. you reach an angle that has him pressed firmly up to your g-spot and your eyes roll back as your back arches with a cry through teeth-bitten lips.
james is in an absolute daze. taking in your beauty and watching longingly as your tits bounce with each thrust of his and your movements. he reaches forward as much as he can to take a nipple into his mouth and flick his tongue around it, feeling himself get closer.
you cards your fingers through your hair and clench around him while appreciatively humming praises and his whines cause your skin to vibrate. “you close, love?” you breathlessly get out while he shakes his head ‘yes’ and switches nipples.
in an attempt to get you both to finish at the same time you reach one hand to rub your clit and the other to grab his hair and yank him up in a passionate kiss. he whimpers once again and you make a show of biting his bottom lip before pulling him away. “let’s come together, okay angel? can you do that pretty boy?”
incoherent ‘yes’s fall from his swollen lips as you clench around him with a final thrust and fall apart as your body tingles and you reach your climax same time as james.
“thank you, mommy! thank you, thank you”, breathless words tumble out of him faster than he can register and he doesn’t even realize what he says after his head tilts back and he nuzzles his head into the crook of your neck.
your skin sticks together with sweat as you untie his hands and rub at his wrists to soothe any remaining aches. with a kiss to his forehead and a promise of return you pull away from him to grab a wet washcloth to clean you both up. afterwards, you climb into bed beside him and lift the covers up to cuddle as he lays on top of you and wraps his whole body around yours.
“you did so well for me james. so proud of you”, you brush through his hair with your fingers as he gives you pecks along your skin before softly dozing off. you turn of the light beside you as you cuddle closer to shortly shut your eyes along with him.
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summary: while at a house party you and remus get chosen for seven minutes in heaven
warnings: kissing, SMUT, fingering , handjob, praise kink, (maybe) innocence kink, nicknames, (lmk if i missed something)
AN: this technically is the first smut ive written but i read so much that hopefully it’ll all just come to me. anyways, hope u enjoy. not proofread
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the scent of firewhisky drifted through your nose as you squirmed uncomfortably on the rug of the gryffindor common room
you watched as mary mcdonald and fabian prewett exited the broom closet, coming back from whatever sensual actions that occurred. judging by their shared flushed cheeks and crinkled hair, it was nothing short of erotic.
lupin’s name was called as it was his turn to spin. you never had much of an occurrence with the boy, but you knew of him. of course you did. he was one of the infamous, loud, mischievous marauders, as they called themselves. him being an exception from his rather rambunctious bestfriends. one of your own friends even shared a one night stand with his friend, sirius black, and if lupins anything like what your friend told you about black you expect whoever the bottle lands on is quite lucky.
with an encouraging nudge from the bespectacled male beside him, he gave the bottle a flip and waited. a barely noticeable gasp spills from your lips when the glass centers on you.
you listened with a bewildered expression as the room sounded with wolf whistles, and lupin himself sent a curious smile towards you, upon seeing your crimson cheeks. you pushed up from the floor as you and the lycanthrope made your way towards the closet.
the room was a small, so small infact you and remus were almost pressed against eachother in the dark. you could feel your heart flutter in nerves as he sits down and beckons you to join him on the ground.
“you don’t have to worry with me y/n. I won’t do anything you aren’t comfortable with”, he tells you with certainty in his warm eyes.
you bring your knees to you chest. “I’m not scared of you or anything. I just….I’ve never really….been intimate with someone. not in this way at least,” you mutter with your head down, ashamed to see his reaction to your embarrassing prudishness.
something darkens in his gaze towards you as he takes in your words and the innocence behind them. suddenly he feels the need to show you how pleasure works and be the first to have his hands on you.
he clears his throat and grabs your chin to gain your attention. “I’ll show you, if you let me, that is.”
you can’t help but feel aroused by the clarity in his voice and feel comfortable in his presence, that without a word you nod your head towards the male.
“words, y/n. I need words pretty girl.”
you flush at his words but without hesitation force out a “show me please.”
he grins and places his hands on your thighs to gently pull them apart. your skirt rides up to your waist leaving him a good view of the soaked spot on your panties.
“aww, this all for me darling?” he coos mockingly and drags of finger on your clothes cunt.
you whimper as he excruciatingly teases you until he pulls your underwear aside and presses his finger onto your clit rubbing the nerves.
you gasp at the unexpected pleasure and grip onto his bicep desperately. your thighs subconsciously close around his hand and he uses his other hand to hold them apart.
he coats his fingers in your arousal and thrusts them into your entrance as you moan softly and throw your head back.
he grips on your neck with one hand, pulling you towards him so your legs are wrapped around him and in his lap, as his other hand speeds up and curls inside your walls.
“keep your eyes open for me baby. your doing so well.” your eyes flutter open as his roughly kisses you, swallowing all your sounds as your arms wrap around his neck.
“I think I’m close. please may I cum?” you plead at him as his mouth his on your neck sucking away, while his thumb repeats pinching and rubbing your clit.
“cum for me, love”, he grunts in your ear as you pull on his hair, and clench around his fingers coming with a cry, back arching against him.
he slowly takes his fingers out of you and brings them up to his mouth, to taste your slick. he groans softly pressed a kiss to your forehead, helping you pull up your panties.
you look down towards his crotch and note the noticeable tent in his pants, and feel an overwhelming need to show him your gratitude.
you place your palm over the bulge and gently press on it, looking into his eyes with an in-awe expression.
“please let me thank you, wanna be good for you.”you pout at him, giving him puppy eyes.
he curses at the angelic tone in your voice, as though you were asking him something completely wholesome and not dirty whatsoever.
“yeah, wanna be my good girl? show me how good you can be,” you quickly unbutton his pants, feeling giddy at the chance to prove yourself to him.
you take his out of his boxers, and hold in a gasp out how large he is. taking your hand you wrap your palms around his length and gently press on the head.
he groans softly and you perk up at at the sound of pleasing him, speeding your hand and pumping him as precum drips down your hands.
“so proud of you angel. being so good f’me”, he praises as he pats your cheek affectionately. you practically purr at the affirmations and use one of your hands to softly knead his balls, wanting to be the one who makes him cum.
“get ready, darling. m’gonna cum down your throat okay?”, he grunts as you nod your head and wrap your lips around his head.
he groans and quietly curses your name as he shoots down your throat and you swallow deeply with watery eyes. you place his softening cock back into his underwear and pants looking up at him for approval.
“did so good for me princess. such a good girl”, he coos as he kisses you softly, chin inbetween his thumb and forefinger.
