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yrluvjane · 1 year

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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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vomits0cutely · 12 days

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Barty: I’m just realising that you and I are actually quite similar

James: I can’t believe you just say that.. that’s so mean..

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ourloveisforthelovely · 1 year

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Hangover Cures (one shot)

Regulus Black AU

Summary: After a night out drinking, Regulus has his own hangover cures.

Pairings: Regulus Black x Reader

Rating: Mature- smut

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It was a Saturday morning and the happy sounds of birds chipping pulled you from your peaceful slumber. Yawning, you sat up and rubbed your eyes. As everything came into focus, you realized that Regulus wasn’t in bed with you.

Strange, he said that he would be home by midnight.

Getting out of bed, you walked down the hallway and into the living room. You stopped when you realized that Regulus had, in fact, made it home. He had only fallen asleep on the couch… half-naked. You raised an eyebrow as your eyes looked down at his half-naked body. The poor boy looked like he had managed to get his shirt off before just crawling on the couch and calling it a night.

You quietly walked over to the couch and gently tapped Regulus’ shoulder.

“Love, why don’t you come to get in bed? You don’t look comfortable at all.”

Regulus half yawned and muttered something that was muffled by the pillow.

“Regulus, wake up. Your neck is going to be hurting and I will never hear the end of it.”

You said, a little more loudly. Regulus opened one eye and looked at you a moment before reaching out and pulling you onto the couch with him. You shrieked at first, totally not expecting his action.

“Regulus, I swear god…”

“Don’t swear to him. We aren’t having any problems.”

Regulus said, before shooting you a little smirk. You rolled your eyes and tried to move to snuggle down against his side.

“Why don’t you just get up and go to bed? Clearly, you are half-wasted. How did you get home anyway?”

You asked as Regulus yawned.

“Evan, I don’t know how nor do I want to know. I feel fine though. I would feel better if you sat on my face.”

Your eyes widened your core instantly began to crave any attention that Regulus would give you.

“Regulus, did you really just…”

“I want you to sit on my face and make me feel better.”

Regulus replied before taking your hand and putting it on his hard cock. Biting your lip, you pressed your thighs together.

“Regulus, how can you even think of that when you are possibly hungover.”

Regulus opened both eyes before slipping his hand between your legs. Just as he suspected, you were wet.

“We are good at morning sex. It’s morning and licking your twat will make me feel even better. So, what do you say, princess? I mean, we don’t have to but you are pretty wet.”

Regulus was pleased when you quickly got off of the couch and shed your silk robe.

“That’s what I thought.”

Regulus replied in a haughty tone. You meanwhile, shook your head as you slowly positioned yourself on top of your lover.

“And you are a cocky shit”

You grumbled. Regulus chuckled before licking his lips. This was what he would wake up to every morning. As much as he enjoyed sex, he enjoyed spending his time with his face shoved between your legs. Regulus often teased you that you had the most beautiful pussy that he had ever seen. When you rolled your eyes and told him to fuck off, he would reply with “Well, it is…why don’t you think that I can’t get enough?”

Regulus let his eyes roll up to your face before licking the entire length of your slit. When you lightly gasped, Regulus continued to lightly explore with his tongue.

“Reggie, it feels so good.”

You sighed as he began to pay attention to your clit. He gently sucked at your clit a for a moment before shoving his face right back in. Regulus took a few breaths to glance up at your face.

“Of course, she has that look on her face. No other man would be able to make her come as I can.”

Regulus thought before reaching out to place his hands on your ass and push your body further onto him. Your head fell back as you tried to think of anything to stop yourself from coming. Regulus knew exactly how to touch you to make you come apart. Whether it was something simply like fingering you in the kitchen to your current position practically fucking his perfect face.

“I’m so close.”

You whimpered as Regulus licked up your clit. He pressed a kiss to the top of your mound before lying his head backward.

“Hurry up and come so I can take you to bed and get my cock wet.”

Regulus gave you a raised eyebrow scowl before going right back to attacking your clit. One more gentle nibble was all it took to send you spiraling over the edge.

As you recovered from your orgasm, Regulus maneuvered his way to standing. He tightened his arms around your body and started toward the bedroom.

“Come on, love, I need some loving.”

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bowielover420 · 1 month

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ok i just thought of this insanely specific marauders fame au!

- wolfstar, Sirius is a model and Remus is a cinematographer

- James is a rich philanthropist who works for parents billion dollar hair care conglomerate

- Regulus is an actor, he does a lot of weird indie movies

- jegulus, they said fuck it and got married super young

- they vacation a lot, when Regulus isn’t filming, because James can work from anywhere

- Lily is an actor turned director (very Greta Gerwig) her movies are very experimental, but she’s critically acclaimed and no one denys she’s a genius

- Lily and Remus work together a lot, one time Regulus even played the lead in one of Lily‘s movies

(this is where it gets weird)

- Mary, Marlene, Dorcas, Barty, and Evan are all in a queer rock band

- you wouldn’t expect them to work together so well but they do

- all the fans find their whole friend group, fascinating, and mysterious

- most of them don’t post that much on social media, except for James, Marlene, and Sirius sometimes

- Remus specifically is allergic to being in front of a camera

(I have a little more, but this is all I felt like typing out right now, if anyone wants more, I’ll post it though)

( also ignore my horrible spelling and grammar if you don’t, you’re ablest )

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so incredibly new to writing. if you have any tips, pls let me know! this is a james potter smut, there’s a part 2 so lmk if y’all want it!

James Potter x Reader

Warnings: smut, praise kink, degradation kink, size kink?, there’s probably more idk.

There was always an uncomfortable relationship between you and James Potter. You guys had only had a few interactions, however, there seemed to be a mutual dislike.

Despite being in the same house, neither of you could find a reason to at least tolerate each other. Sometimes you wish he had been sorted into Slytherin so the relationship between you two was more justified. However, the more you thought about it, the faster you realized there was no scenario where you guys got along.

The petty feud started fourth year. You remember it clear as day. It was a potions lesson, and your nerves were already being pressed on. Slughorn hadn’t let the students choose their own partners for the lesson which already caused the students to be irritated. Looking down at your hands, your fingers were subconsciously crossed, hoping to receive a partner that didn’t make this class unbearable for the next hour and a half. The Gryffindors and Ravenclaws were being taught together that day so the best case scenario was getting partnered with someone not in your house who would do all the work correctly.

As Slughorn had begun assigning pairs, you about flinched when you heard your last name being spoken in the same breath as Potter’s. You guys were in the same house, but had never even spoken before. There were a few moments where you thought he might’ve been giving you a death stare, but that’s the closest to an interaction you guys have ever had. This had to be fun.

You let out a frustrating sigh, one Potter definitely heard. As you walked over to the desk that the professor had pointed at both of you too, you heard Potter mutter something under his breath.

“What was that?” You asked him.

“I didn’t say anything,” he said without looking up from his notes. “You did. I heard you.”

“Must’ve heard wrong.”

You rolled your eyes to where he couldn’t see and you sat down. You were in for a tough one. The rest of the lesson, and every other lesson you guys were paired up with, he did everything to ignore you. He avoided eye contact with you at all costs and never used your name when addressing you. It made you wonder if he even knew your name. After this experience, you had made up your mind about James Potter. You didn’t like him.

Flash forward to both of your last years, and the dislike remains. There were only a few more interactions between Slughorn’s lesson and the present, none of them being pleasant. That was until McGonagall had assigned you to help tutor Potter, especially with charms. With his record, there was no way he was going to pass his O.W.L.S., and even though you didn’t like him, you felt bad. You had agreed to tutor him once a week on Wednesdays before Quidditch practice. That didn’t sound like absolute hell, right?

“You’re late,” you called out.

“I know I’m late,” James replied very monotone.

“So you showed up late on purpose?”

“Yeah, I guess so.”

“God,” you groaned with your face in your hands as he sat across from you. You decided the library was the best place to study, you question if he’s ever even been in a library before. He puts his books on the table, and the slam causes you to flinch and knock over your quill onto the floor.

“Fuck!” You quickly jumped up out of your chair to pick up the quill before it left a mark on the floor. You bent over, which happened to give Potter a nice view of your ass, and picked up the quill. When you turn back to him, he has a very composed face, but it’s red. It’s almost as if it’s too composed, like he’s hiding something. You sat back down and there was an uncomfortable silence for a few seconds.

“McGonagall said I needed help with charms,” James tried to explain, “I think I’m doing fine and don’t need help, but I guess it’s not my choice.”

“Well,” you paused for a second, “I assume if she wants me to help you, you need help. Also, um - can you just sit next to me? I’m not going to be reading textbooks upside down.”

“Yeah, that’s fine,” he said a little hesitantly. He moved next to you, but as he stood up, you got a clear glimpse of what was bothering him so much. It wasn’t as much charms, it was more like that massive hard on you had given him.

“Ha,” you let out.

“What?” He asked. He seemed insecure about the remark. “Nothing.”

“Tell me.”

“Better not. You hate me for a disclosed reason already, I don’t want to embarrass you,” you tried to explain. It was hard to keep a straight face during the conversation. James seemed to understand what you were getting at by the way he refused to make eye contact for the rest of the study session.

At the end of the hour, you two had gone over almost every charm that was going to be on the exam. You bent over the table to collect all the books you guys studied, and as you sat back down, you realized James’ eyes had been examining your body during the entire action. A sense of accomplishment ran through your body knowing that you had helped James, a sense that spread all the way down to in-between your legs. You wondered if there was anything else you could do to help him be less stressed for the O.W.L.S., and so came your most brilliant idea yet.

“Oh you’ve got to be fucking with me,” groaned James while looking at the window, it was pouring outside. “What? What’s wrong?” You wondered what has got him pissed now.

“Are you incompetent? It’s raining, meaning practice is canceled. That was the only reason I cared about this whole thing because I had something to look forward to after.” He said pouting.

“My God, would you stop it? Seriously, I spent a good chunk of my time helping your ass and you're still being shitty. It’s not like you hated the whole thing anyway...” You said, getting quiet towards the end.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I’m talking about the boner in your pants that has been there since you walked in the room.”

There was silence. It was hard to tell if it was an uncomfortable one or not, but judging by James’ face, you assumed it was.

“I get it now,” you said.

“What is that you fucking get?” He replied, staring deep into your eyes. Fuck, why was he turning you on?

“I thought you hated me for so long. Come to find out that’s not the case. You can’t be by my side without getting fucking horny. Wow, that’s pathetic.”

“Don’t flatter yourself.”

“I think I will,” you teased, “you're too pussy to do anything about it anyway.” You walked to the opposite side of the table and leaned over it so you were facing him, giving him a glorious view of your breasts.

“Fuck,” he said under his breath, switching from looking down at your shirt to looking up at your eyes. “What’s the matter? Too much to handle Potter?” you mocked.

He stood up, grabbed your wrist, and dragged you out of the library. He didn’t even bother to grab any of his books or belongings. You felt your underwear getting wetter as you focused on the grasp he had on your arm, dragging you to his dorm. Instant relief came over both of you when nobody else was in the room. You both were standing side by side at this point. He had walked over to his bed and sat on it, staring at you.

You didn’t know what to do now. All you did know was that you wanted him to fuck you. You wanted him to treat you so good and so bad at once.

“Take your shirt off,” he said, staring into your eyes.

You paused for a moment, wondering if you should or not. If you said a sarcastic comment, would he make you leave? You thought it was too risky, you needed to make him feel good. So, you complied.

You slowly removed your low-cut shirt, revealing that you were wearing no bra in the first place. He sighs and grips his thighs, trying to control himself. He stands up again, walks over to you, and kisses you. It’s aggressive, it gets more aggressive as you feel him run a hand up to one of your breasts, pinching your nipple. You let out a small gasp and you feel him smirk on your lips. You run your hands down his chest until one of them reaches his cock, still clothed. You begin teasing him as you bite his bottom lip.

“Fuck, you have no clue baby. Those tiny fucking skirts you wear get me so worked up, I gotta go take care of myself once I see you for too long. Imagining how your slutty mouth would feel with my cock down your throat, I know you can take it all.”

After that comment, you felt a strong urge to prove him right. So with that, you got on your knees and began undoing his pants. God, this was everything you wanted.

As his dick sprung out of his underwear, your mouth formed an “O” shape. He was fucking huge. Long and thick. This only made the throbbing in between your legs worse.

“What’s wrong baby?” He asked, genuinely concerned.

“Nothing. Just - wasn’t expecting you to be this big I guess,” you replied quietly.

“Don’t be modest, I know you can take it,” he said in a reassuring manner. You were confident before, but after seeing the size of him, you weren’t sure.

You began to give kisses on his tip, gathering the precum that was already there. Running your tongue against him, up and down, and he let out a rewarding moan. You did your first attempt at swallowing him whole and you were half successful.

“Atta girl. Taking me so well, like you were made for this. Maybe I should study with you more often, whenever I get bored I’ll just have you sneak under the desk and make me feel good.”

You moaned with him in your mouth at the thought of that, being James Potter’s personal cockslut.

“I’m gonna fuck your throat, okay? I know you can take it. You love it I bet, being destroyed by my cock. Fuck, take it all baby - you’re so good - fuck,” he began to trail off as you kept still and he thrusted up into your mouth. You tried to breathe through your nose but you couldn’t stop yourself from gagging around him. That only seemed to turn him on more.

“Shit, you’re gonna make me cum. You’re gonna swallow it all baby?”

You pulled off of him for a moment, jerking him off, “Yes, please, I want it.”

“God, fuck - take it baby, fuck, you’re so good, shit,” he came in your mouth. Keeping eye contact with him, you open up to show the mess in your mouth, and swallow. You loved the taste of him, you needed it more often.

“Such a good fucking girl. Doll, get on the bed,” he said now on top of you. That was until there was a knock on the door.

“James, mate,” Sirius called out, ‘Why the fuck is this locked? Open it up, I gotta grab my jumper, it's freezing.”

‘Shit,” James said. “I’m sorry baby, I’ll make you feel good next time. Tomorrow? After practice?” He asked, almost begging.

“Yes,” you said, you couldn’t wait.

‘Open the fucking door Potter,” you heard Sirius say.

Both of you laughed, and as Sirius walked in, you snuck behind him. Nobody saw. It was just your guy’s

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