#dilf James potter

[venus-sqturn]

dilf james where every mom at harrys primary school is just uncomfortably flirting w/ james and one day regulus picks harry up instead and every mom is like “what happened to james, where is he??” “why is there another man picking up harry??” to the point regulus is just like “lmao im james husband”

[yrluvjane]

Dilf!james watching you wait for Harry while he's at the store and flirts with you but when you hear the car pull up he speeds off and you don't get caught!(if u don't wanna it's totally fine bc I could use your writing any day and even if it's not my request it's amazing)

-🪳

Bringing back dilf!James? Pfft, you're welcome to request and ask anytime!

Pt.2

The sun hung low in the sky, casting a warm, golden glow over the quiet suburban street with you standing by the porch, waiting for Harry to return from his quick trip to the store. The soft hum of bees and the distant chirping of birds created a peaceful ambience.

James Potter, the ever-dashing epitome of expected-unexpected chaos and father of your best friend, sauntered over with that trademark 'Potter-grin' of his. His hair was perfectly tousled, and he had that twinkle in his eye that always made your heart race, that twinkle that both he and his son shared - the one that told you they were up to something.

"Fancy seeing you here," James said, leaning casually against the porch railing. His voice was smooth, almost like a purr, and you couldn't help but smile.

"Mmmh, seems like we always run into each other at these moments," you replied with feigned suprise.

James chuckled at that, his eyes raking over you in a way that made your skin tingle. "Must be fate, don’t you think?"

Laughing softly, you shook your head. "Or maybe you're just very particular with your timings, Mr. Potter."

He took a step closer, the space between you shrinking. "Maybe," he said, his voice dropping to a lower, more intimate tone. "Or maybe I just enjoy our little moments." Your heart skipped a beat as he reached out, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear.

"And it’s James."

"James," you whispered in both warning and yearning, torn between wanting to lean into his touch and the nagging voice in your head, reminding you of Harry's imminent return.

He seemed to read your mind, a playful smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "Relax, love. Just enjoying the view."

You raised an eyebrow, trying to maintain your composure. You took a deep breath, "Oh, really? And what exactly are you viewing?"

"Well," he said, leaning in closer, "I see a very intriguing and breath-taking individual. Someone who clearly enjoys these little games as much as I do."

You laughed, shaking your head. "You are impossible, you know that?"

He shrugged, his grin widening. "Impossible to resist, maybe."

You rolled your eyes, but you couldn't deny the fluttering in your stomach. "Is that what you tell yourself to sleep at night?"

"Every night," he replied with a wink. "Helps me sleep like a baby."

"Must be nice," you teased. "I bet Professor Remus has to put up with a lot."

He sighed dramatically, placing a hand over his heart. "Remus is a saint; he knew what he was getting into." You both laughed, and it was moments like these that made you forget the boundaries, the lines you shouldn’t cross.

And then he'd say something like this..

James stepped even closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. "You know, if things were different…"

The sound of a car engine in the distance made you both freeze. James glanced over his shoulder, his eyes narrowing slightly.

"That’ll be Harry," he said, his tone abruptly shifting from playful to serious. He gave you one last lingering look, his eyes filled with something you couldn’t quite place. "Until next time."

And just like that, he was gone. He moved swiftly and with the grace of someone much younger, disappearing around the corner just as Harry’s car pulled into the driveway. You tried to steady your breath, your heart still pounding from the encounter.

Harry stepped out of the car, smiling as he walked up to you. "Sorry that took so long. Did I miss anything?"

You shook your head, a smile playing on your lips. "Nope, nothing at all."

As Harry wrapped you in a hug, you couldn’t help but glance in the direction James had vanished.

You both walked inside, chatting about Harry's trip to the store. As you stepped into the kitchen, you froze. There, sitting at the table with a mug of tea, was James. He raised his hand in a playful shush motion, a cheeky grin on his face.

Harry didn't seem to notice your surprise. "Oh, hey, Dad. Didn't know you were here."

James took a sip of his tea, his eyes never leaving yours. "Just popped in for a quick visit from work. Thought I'd keep you company."

You bit your lip to suppress a laugh, shaking your head slightly as James winked at you over the rim of his mug, making your heart flutter all over again.

[marsberryart]

DILF JAMES ‼️

[kayeeaa]

happy birthday Sirius Black you would've loved hating on Justin Bieber <33

[orchideous-nox]

As a service to the people, I am dilf-ifying James in the Pirate AU. He now has greys in his hair and beard, he is rocking a dad bod and his wife is captain and he thinks that is hot as fuck and she wants another baby for scientific purposes to see if he gets more dilf-y with each child

[julianblackthornspancakes]

I just know that James Potter would have been such a soccer mom. Who’s the guy passing out juice boxes to the little-league quidditch team? Oh, that’s Harry’s dad. He tried to buy a minivan but his wife wouldn’t let him get a muggle drivers license.

[lilyystarr]

rip james potter u would’ve loved wearing crop tops in the 80s 😔

[jegulusofwesper]

i’ve just realised i haven’t read a single fic where james is a dad and ta’d his friends

like your telling me that not once did one of them not give him something and he gave them the parent eyebrow as he was like ta with his hand out

[remusmoonbaby]

💆🏻

MANNERS ; J.P.

a/n : you guys i couldnt post it the first time so i just decided to redo the post & shit but i’m lazy so it felt like a real chore 💔 anyways! happy birthday to my old man james potter <33 ik i usually write sun!james so this is a lil different from the usual 🙏 (also i’m not adding in links & tags rn bc i’m scared i’ll lose this draft so like i rather not risk it and add them in later 😁).

library account 📚; @ameliasbitvhlibrary

summary : james has had his eyes on you for awhile now but you being his best friends daughter and him having a wife & child obviously restrained him. but on his birthday, there you were, at his birthday party. your pretty thighs on display, glistening as the sun hit them. your skirt flowed behind you, revealing your ass and white laced panties for a moment. fuck, he thought. he knew it was wrong to think about his best friends daughter this way. but how could he not? you were gorgeous, absolutely mesmerizing. he didn’t know if he wanted to fuck your pretty brain dumb or hold you in his arms to protect you from the big and bad people out there. himself. ( READER IS OF AGE )

wc : 2.8k (2827)

warning(s) : reader calls james “uncle james” in the beginning 💀 dacryphillia, crying, crybaby!reader if you squint, smut, daddy kink, innocence kink, breeding kink mentioned, oral sex (f & m receiving), brat!reader, jealous!james, dads bsf!james, dilf!james, james is married & has a kid, cheating, and some cringe parts i should’ve left out LMAO

REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED !!!

there you were, at his birthday party. your pretty thighs on display, glistening as the sun hit them. your skirt flowed behind you, revealing your ass and white laced panties for a moment. fuck, he thought. he knew it was wrong to think about his best friends daughter this way. but how could he not? you were gorgeous, absolutely mesmerizing. he didn’t know if he wanted to fuck your pretty brain dumb or hold you in his arms to protect you from the big and bad people out there. himself.

he wanted to protect you from himself, because god wouldn’t even know what he’d do if he got his hands on you and you let him. fuck, he didn’t even know.

slowly, his eyes traveled up your body. your back faced him as you picked up a toy that had fallen in the grass, his eyes glued to your ass. picking yourself up, you gave it back to the little girl who dropped it. james’s little girl, his daughter.

oh yeah, he has a daughter and a wife.

you granted her with a smile and kiss on the cheek, the man's heart warmed at that. a small smile rested upon his lips.

james knew having a wife and child was even worse, but he couldn’t stop himself from the filthy thoughts flooding his mind. it was like a tsunami coming down on him and he relished in it, letting the salty water decorate his skin, he glistened in the dark. he took advantage of every moment he had with you. either it was a gentle touch on the shoulder or tucking your hair behind your ear. he did it all. he craved you, fucking needed you.

“hey, y/n!” he heard a voice shout, a male voice. his head immediately snapped towards the direction of a young man, maybe around eighteen to twenty. around your age.

he saw you smile at the imbecile, fucking smile. “hi, jason. what are you doing here?” you replied, opening your arms to welcome him with a hug.

yeah, what the fuck was he doing here. james thought agreeing with you. the fury in him only rising as he saw you embrace him, jason’s hands way too far down for his liking; right above your ass.

of anyone’s hand were to be there, it’d be his.

james had wanted you for the longest time, and he was disgusted by it. he had watched you grow up, from a little girl to an adult. you were his best friends daughter, god he was filthy. he had a wife, a child. but something, something about all these things made him want you even more. you were the forbidden fruit that he took a bite of. he just wanted a taste. just so fucking bad.

just as you and jason were about to continue talking, you heard a voice. a cold, deep, alluring voice call out to you. the same voice that sent chills down your spine, the voice that you thought of when you got yourself off, the voice that you heard spewing dirty words and phrases from his filthy mouth when your hand was down rubbing your clit. you felt like a slut, an actual slut for wanting him. a married man. a father. your dads best friend.

you knew it seemed insane, but sometimes you feel like his eyes are on you. watching your every move, and you would be lying if you said it doesn’t make you feel cautious. careful that you short skirt wouldn’t lift up too high, you didn’t bend too low, or your top didn’t rise up, showing your bare stomach. but you wanted him to see it, all of it. tell you how pretty you were, how pretty you looked full of his cum, or maybe just how pretty you were, his dirty little secret.

“y/n!” james called your name out again, snapping you out of your embarrassingly erotic daydream.

“i — um — yes, uncle james?”

“c’mere for a quick sec, doll.” he beckoned you over, his legs man spread on the chair he sat in.

you nodded your head yes, he loved how obedient you were. quickly you scrambled to him. standing in front of him your fingers fidgeted with the edge of your skirt. you swore to merlin he was looking at your thighs for a moment. clearing his throat, he got up from his chair and looked you straight in the eyes. your cheeks flushed, you felt your stomach churning. your lips pursed together. “so, who is he?” his voice was liquid smoothe, yet crisp and sharp. “oh — jason? he’s a friend.” you mumbled, your eyes looking anywhere but him.

“when i ask you a question, speak up and look at me, baby.” he said softly, so fucking soft unlike the hard in his pants. his fingers found your chin and tilted it up, your eyes stared into his. his blue eyes, always so mesmerizing, you could get lost in them for a million years and yet you’d want more time.

he felt the same about yours.

“y — yes.” he was always so assertive and demanding, maybe that’s what drew you into him. well, ever since you were fifteen, you thought he was quite attractive. but you also thought any guy older than you was hot. you had a type, what can you say?

“so tell me, who is he and what is he doing here.”

“i’m so sorry, uncle james! he’s just a friend, i didn't know he would come. he asked me where i was and i told him i was here and then he just…came?”

“mhm, tell him to leave then.” he demanded.

“wh — what, why?” you questioned, your eyebrows immediately furrowing, a frown on your pretty lips, forming a pout. a pout that he longed to kiss away.

“because, if you’ve forgotten, sweetheart: it’s my birthday and i get anything i want, i wish for him to be gone.” and for you to be in my bed tonight.

he smirked. his fingers leaving your chin making your frown deepen until his fingers caressed your jaw, moving up to tuck your hair behind your ears. this man wanted you to die, you just knew it. your cheeks grew hot and merlin, you hope he didn’t notice it.

“i’ll tell him — tell him to leave.” you sputtered out, your teeth bawling on your bottom lip.

“atta girl.” he praised you and sat back down, man spread. heat flowed through your body down into your core and you clenched your thighs for a moment, a moment too slow because he saw you. he fucking saw you close your legs together to try and get rid of the ache in your core. he knew it and you knew it.

his eyes trailed from your calves to right where you needed him to be. where you wanted him deeply buried in you.

you swallowed the lump in your throat, you were embarrassed.

shit, james thought. there was no fucking way that you just — something inside him, something ruthless, shameless, filthy, dirty and savage erupted. he knew where he was looking wasn’t for a man like him, but fuck it was right there. and he wasn’t letting this opportunity slip away from his grasp like that.

“forget the boy, let’s go inside to have a talk.”

following him, you both entered the comfort of his home. it wasn’t too big nor too small, it was perfect. a home you would want in the near future, with a man.

james hoped that man was him.

he led you up the stairs into his bedroom, the bed both he and lily slept on.

once he closed the door shut and locked it, he saw the look in your eyes. you were in shock, adrenaline pacing back and forth, it took everything in you to not pounce on him. fuck you needed him so bad and he barely even touched you, yet. pathetic.

your eyes screamed, fuck me! to him.

“look at you,” he cooed, his hand reaching out for your face and you nuzzled into it.

“prettiest little thing i’ve seen.” his thumb drawer out and dipped into your mouth. you gasped feeling it in your mouth, innocence, pure fucking innocence coating your eyes as you slowly began to bob your head up and down. your tongue swirling around his thumb. the things you could do, things you could do to him. he could’ve came just looking at you suck his finger like a dumb whore.

but then you remembered why you both came up here, pulling away from his thumb, “what did we need to talk about, daddy?”a pout decorated your face.

“we need to talk about that little boy who’s been following you around, hun. tell me, do you want him?” he asked, his hand then trailing up and down your leg, getting dangerously close to your sex. you felt the bundle of tingles inside erupting, you needed him so bad.

“want him like how? like how i want you? like how i want your cock inside me, like how i want you to fuck me?” you teased him, pushing him into the bed. someone was feeling bold today. usually, you’d never do this, obviously, but you couldn’t let him go like that. you threw your legs over him, now straddling him, your hips rocked slowly. his hands came up and gave your ass a tight squeeze and a slap. “no teasing, sweetheart.”

his strong hands then gripped your waist, drilling you down onto his hard cock. you moaned, head thrown back feeling his sex against yours. whimpers falling from your lips as he bucked his hips up.

you felt that churning in your core again, you were about to snap and let loose. and he had barely done anything to you.

“‘m getting close. s’close, james!” you cried, your arms wrapping around his neck and in response he captured his lips in yours. fuck, you finally got a taste of him and you couldn’t hold back, neither could he.

he immediately flipped you both over. his clothed sex thrusting against yours.

your arms were still latched to him, his hands on your hips, bucking them up to his, bringing you closer to the edge.

“please, can i cum!” you sobbed, tears streaming from your face and this was all from dry humping.

“yes, baby. such a needy thing, barely touched you and you’re a little crying mess.”

letting go, the coil snapped and you writhed beneath him. your legs jerked up and a cry let your lips, he relished in the pretty noises you made. an animalistic growl ripped from his throat and he buried his lips into your neck, immediately nipping and sucking; finding your sweet spot.

his lips traveled, but stopped at the fabric of your shirt. “can i take it off, bun?” you nodded your head eagerly in response, your mind still foggy from your recent orgasm.

he unveiled your soft skin, he watched the shirt slide up revealing your tummy to the delicate skin of your breasts covered by your white laced bra. immediately his face dove into your breast and planted hot kisses on it. “so pretty, love.” he praised and your back arched, bringing your breast closer to him. “want to taste them so bad.” he murmured more to himself,

his hand crawled behind your back and unclipped the restraining bra.

peeling it off, your nipples peaked feeling the cool air surround it quickly. “you’re my birthday gift, aren't you? all mine, not his. mine.” he smirked, his lips quickly attacking your nipples. your mouth opened in an “O” shape feeling his skilled tongue on you. “taste so sweet,” he mumbled.

“all f’you, james! please want y’to use me, wanna be y’good girl!” you pleaded, a pout on your lips, finally one that he could kiss away. pulling from your breast, his lips melted onto yours, the fit perfectly together, molding together.

his hands tracked down your body, finding your skirts zipper, he unzipped it: revealing your hot skin.

you began tugging at his button up shirt, that’s when he realized you were only in your panties, while he was fully clothed. “tut, tut, tut, baby. want daddy’s clothes off, gotta ask first. mhm?”

you nodded your head and asked, “can i take your clothes off, daddy?”

he gave you a nod and your hands quickly nimbled with the buttons and took his shirt off; revealing his toned body, your hands caressed from his chest down to his strong v line. a smirk graced his damned good looking face and his hands played with the waist band of your panties. “white laced panties, baby? so pretty on you, but i wanna see something even prettier.”

planting kisses from your breast down to your inner thighs he placed a kiss on your clothes core, his nose nuzzling into your clit. he inhaled you, so fucking intoxicating. his tongue teased your hot cunt, he licked and lapped and you could barely feel it through your panties. “so wet, so fucking wet and for me. i feel selfish for keeping you to myself.” (a sequel? 🙈)

he peeled your underwear off your hot and sticky skin. finally, fucking finally. he thought as he saw your cunt, “fuck, sweetheart — so — fucking…beautiful.” he said in between the kisses he gave your sex, you whined, your body twisting a bit, feeling all the butterflies in your stomach soaring through the roof.

suddenly his tongue dived into your pussy, immediately your back arched as a cry left your lips. “shh, i know, i know, princess.” he groaned against you. he needed you quiet, he didn’t need his wife to come up here and find him eating out his best friend's daughter.

now wasn’t the fucking time to be disobedient but you couldn’t hold back all the pleasure spiraling through your body. a loud cry, maybe even a scream ripped from your throat. in a blink of an eye the tongue against you stopped it’s movement and a slap was delivered to your breast. you whimpered from lost of pleasure and the burn in your breast. “what did i say, toots? you need to be fucking quiet, don’t need no one finding us.”

your eyebrows furrowed. “what if i want someone to find us? huh? what’re you gonna do about it? tell my dad?” you laughed, teasing you opened your legs wider and lifted a leg up, giving him a better view.

getting off his knees, his tongue rolled against his cheek, you could tell he was fuming. he grabbed your jaw, his grip was fucking strong. his other hand fell to his buckle and immediately unbuckled it, his pants falling to his ankles. quickly, he took his pants and boxers off. his tip leaking with precum slapped his defined abdomen, all those years of quidditch really paid off didn't it.

his hard fucking cock was right in front of you and holy shit…it was bigger than you thought. how could a dick be that big —

“you wanna be a fucking brat? hmm? i’ll give you something to suck on so you can shut the fuck up.” his hands grabbed the back of your head, gripping on your hair and pushed you onto your knees. he slammed your mouth against his cock. his dick quickly slid into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat, you immediately gag and tears fill your eyes. your mascara smeared against your delicate eyes.

“yeah? try to fucking talk back to me like a bitch, ima treat you like one.”

your head cocked back and forth, your tongue swirled against his tip and your hand pumped the rest of his shaft that you couldn’t take.

he gripped your hair even tighter and began to thrust, fucking your mouth with all his might. tears streamed down your face.

you looked up at him, giving him your best good girl eyes. “keep looking at me like that and im gonna cum — fuck, you stupid bitch. i’m not gonna be able to fuck you if you keep doing that.”

i guess all those times you practiced giving head on a popsicle worked out after all.

you didn’t care, you wanted him to cum: in your mouth, in your cunt, on your stomach, back, or hand.

almost about to come undone he pulls away from your warm mouth and you whine at the list of him.

immediately he man handles you and tosses you onto the bed, his hand grabbing your throat, giving it a tight squeeze closing your air way. a dumb smile graced your face, only a slut was stupid enough to do that. your body squirmed under his, his lips came close to your ears. “you never fucking listen, do you?”

backing away from his former position, his hand still on your throat. “guess i gotta fuck some manners into you.”

[venus-sqturn]

james : idgaf how old i get, i’m always licking the bowl

[yrluvjane]

I'm back!and I saw you replied to my request and I was SOOO happy because I've never had someone reply to my request before(requested dilf!james),So I forgot to ask can I be 🪳??

Soo,maybe Harry catches u guys???? He leaves again and he was suspicious last time so he pulls around the corner so you can't hear him and catches you guys??(if not I'm totally okay,your my favorite writer omfg I'm so obsessed it's concerning)

-🪳

P.S I'm kicking my feet and giggling while I write this

Pt.1

Harry sighed, checking his watch. "I forgot to grab milk. I'll be back in a few minutes, okay?"

You nodded, feeling a mix of relief as you breathed out a sigh. "Sure, take your time."

Harry gave you a quick kiss and headed out, leaving you alone with James once more. You watched from the window as Harry's car drove down the street. You didn't see him pull around the corner and park, just out of sight.

James stood up, moving closer to you. "Now, where were we?" he said, his voice low and teasing.

You smirked, feeling bolder with Harry gone. "I believe you were trying to charm me."

"Trying? I thought I was succeeding," he replied, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

You laughed, stepping closer. "Maybe a little."

James's hand brushed against your arm, his touch sending a familiar shiver down your spine. "You know," he murmured, "I look forward to these little moments."

"Do you now?" you teased, your heart racing. "And why is that?"

"Because," he said, his voice barely above a whisper, "they make me feel alive." Your bodies have faced each other, and you're close enough to count the lashes of his eyes.

You were about to respond when the front door burst open. Harry stood there, his eyes wide with shock and hurt. "What the hell is going on here?"

You jumped back, your heart sinking. James immediately took a step away from you, his expression shifting to one of concern.

"Harry," you started, but he held up a hand to stop you.

"I knew something was off," Harry said, his voice trembling with anger. "I just didn't want to believe it."

James tried to step in, his voice calm but firm. "Harry, it's not what it looks like."

"Really?" Harry spat, his eyes blazing. "Because it looks like my dad is trying to get it on with my best friend."

You felt tears welling up, the weight of the situation crashing down on you. "Harry, please, let's talk about this."

But Harry shook his head, his face a mask of pain and betrayal. "No, there's nothing to talk about. I can't believe this! You and my dad?! My dad!?."

He turned and walked out, slamming the door behind him. You stood there, your heart shattered, as James reached out to comfort you.

"I'm so sorry," he whispered, his voice filled with regret.

You pulled away, "I need to go after him."

"Wait, I need you to know this means more to me than you think, much realer than he thinks."

Your heart both soars and shatters, and th way his name is uttered off, your lips come out both as a plead and out of pity.

James nodded and shook his head when you moved over to him, his own eyes filled with sorrow. "Go. Make things right with him."

[kayeeaa]

Little Bit Slow

You walk into the room, hoping to see your professor. But instead you see your teacher's assistant. The one you have a crush on. Today, it was so hard for you to concentrate. He wore a white shirt with the top two buttons down. And he had his hair messy today.

You didn't get to pay attention to the lesson with how good he looked. So you needed some help. "Professor Potter?" You asked and in most polite voice you could. "Yes, Love?"

"This problem is very hard. Could you help me?" You asked with your best doe eyes. "Of course, Love. Come here." you go and set the paper on his desk and lwan down to look at it, he leans behind you, his crotch pressing against your ass. "so-" he keeps on saying stuff about the lecture but you can't stop staring at him.

"Are you listen-" He cuts himself off when he realizes what you're doing. "Hm? A little student got a crush on me?" You started blushing uncontrollably. "I-I-" and just like that, his lips were on yours, ypu kissed back almost immediately, unbuttoning his shirt and taking it off, he then took off your shirt and groped your breasts. "May I?" He asked. You nodded and then he took off your bra, taking one tit in his mouth, rubbing his thumb against the nippe of the other.

"F-Fuck....J-James..." then he unbuttoned your jeans and practically ripped off your panties, then like that you were bent over his desk. "Do we need lube, doll?" You shake your head. "N-No.." you prepare yourself for this. "Okay." And just like that he thrusts into you roughly, not giving you time to adjust.

"F-Fuck! James!" after a hot minute of him thrusting into you, he starts yelling "f-fuck! I'm gonna come!" he practically yells out, "f-fuck! I'm c-coming!" after you both ride down from your highs,

he pulls out of you and gets dressed as you do the same, then you hear the voice of your professor. "What are you two doing?" You look up "o-oh, professor james was just helping me with a problem." He nods "very well, you both may be on your way."

After you guys leave, he pulls you aside "my office, tommorow at 8. No panties or bra. Or bring me some used ones as a gift." He winks and walks off.

(@yrluvjane)

[acertifiedwitch]

Rest in Peace Regulus Arcturus Black you would’ve had the absolute best Twink to DILF character development.

[nightoftheldead]

james potter u will always be dear to me

[popcornhee]

Fleamont 😾

[lovelyspooks]

When y/n does exactly what you told her not to do and now the story has been set back another 4 chapters