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stab me again im close

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holding on tight

The slap of his shoes on the wet pavement provided a steady metronome for his spiralling thoughts. When did it rain? He couldn’t remember. He didn’t know what time it was or how long he had been running for. His duffle bag hit his hip with every footfall.

Survival was ingrained into his very being. The only thing that mattered was the need to escape pressing against his bones until he was helpless to do anything else. Though he wasn’t sure what he was running from at this point.

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Neil gets lost. Andrew finds him.

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cheaters prongsfoot minific | 988 words | explicit, 18+ | @ecstarry

cw dubcon

“Why are you here?”

It comes out with more venom than James intends, and Sirius’ wince makes his heart clench.

“I— I don’t have anywhere else to go.”

Sirius raises his hand and rubs at one of his teary eyes with the back of it. James should very much slam the door and tell Sirius to fuck off, that it’s too soon to be seeing each other again, except Sirius is crying, and so James can’t quite do that.

“You have a husband.”

Sirius dissolves into shaking, blubbering sobs, then, and James can’t. He dives through the threshold, catching Sirius before he catches the floor. Sirius responds immediately, curling into James’ chest.

“I need you,” he gasps, clutching onto James’ shirt and wetting it with his tears. “I need my best friend, James, please.”

James brings Sirius inside, and then into the bedroom. It’s his own fault, for the bedroom part. It’s incredibly, disgustingly indecent, the reaction of James’ body to having Sirius pressed against him in bed. To have Sirius in his arms, to be surrounded by his scent and hear the little whimpers leaving his throat as he cries— it’s reminiscent of the very reason Sirius is crying so hard, having been caught naked in this bed with James less than a day ago.

Sirius needs a friend, not— whatever their relationship has become. He needs the best friend James used to be, before they’d gotten mixed up in stolen kisses and quickies when their spouses weren’t paying attention. He doesn’t need any of the things that are currently crossing James’ mind.

But James is just a man, and Sirius is... Sirius. Infuriatingly gorgeous and constantly tempting without even trying. James has never been immune to Sirius’ beauty, has never been able to stop himself from touching Sirius when he really ought not to, and this is no different.

He lays Sirius down on his back, straddling his hips. Sirius’ hands come up to cover his own face, while James’ hands trace down his sides, feeling the hard press of Sirius’ skin beneath his thin t-shirt. 

“He’s going to leave me,” Sirius sobs, as James’ hands land on his hips. Sirius gets like this: completely incoherent, so absorbed in his own emotions and despair that he can’t tell up from down. James doesn’t know how Remus dealt with it, and even the brief flash in his mind of Remus comforting Sirius is enough to send his mind reeling. 

“Sirius,” James says, voice strong and quiet over the sound of Sirius’ quick breaths. He lets his fingers curl around the waistband of Sirius’ sweatpants, feeling the heat of his skin underneath. The difference in temperature and the feel of the indent of Sirius’ boxers on his skin is enough to make James’ dick twitch.

“He’s going to leave me,” Sirius repeats, chest heaving. James feels the odd flood of guilt in the pit of his stomach— here Sirius is, his best friend, the person he’s sacrificed his marriage and closest friendships for, distraught and vulnerable, and James’ prevailing thought is how badly he wants to bury his cock inside of him. 

“It’s okay,” James makes a valiant attempt at sounding comforting, even as one of his hands ventures further into Sirius’ pants. It finds Sirius’ dick, and James waits a split second for Sirius to stop crying enough to tell him to stop, but he doesn’t. He doesn’t, and so James starts stroking him. “It’s going to be alright,” he coos, watching as Sirius begins to squirm. It’s incongruous, the heaving of his chest and the slow moving of his hips. Sirius’ hands fall from his face to grip at the sheets, and James can’t tell if the redness of his cheeks is the fault of himself, or Remus.

He should stop. He shouldn’t be doing this. This isn’t what Sirius needs.

“James—”

It’s pornographic, the way James’ name sounds coming out of Sirius’ mouth. Always has been, no matter the context. He pulls Sirius’ sweatpants down, letting his hard cock spring free. This— this is the point of no return. James can’t be blamed for his actions anymore, not when Sirius is red-faced and partially naked on the bed in front of him. He scrambles off the bed to kneel on the floor, then pulls Sirius’ legs over his shoulders. Sirius goes, like a ragdoll, and still doesn’t stop James as his mouth descends on Sirius’ cock.

Sirius’ noises become half gasps and half cries, then half gasps and half moans, and then he’s sitting up to grapple at James’ hair. “James,” he whines, hips coming up and off the bed and thrusting into James’ mouth. 

James is intoxicated, addicted to Sirius’ voice. He doesn’t know if Sirius is still crying and frankly does not care, feeling Sirius’ cock brush against the back of his throat. He buries it all the way in, feeling Sirius’ hair on his face and overcome with the scent that is SiriusSiriusSirius, and thinks, Can Remus take you like this? Do you make these noises for Remus? Are you going to miss the feeling of his mouth on you?

James holds Sirius’ hips down and increases his pace, desperately trying to chase off all thoughts of Remus as he bobs his head on his husband’s cock. Sirius uses his hand in James’ hair to push and pull, some of his moans cutting off with what James thinks might be another sob. He pushes James’ head all the way down as he finishes, cumming down the back of his throat. 

They crawl back into the bed together, after, though the distance between them is much larger.“He’s going to leave me,” Sirius says again, resolute. James lays beside him, overcome with the urge to touch himself but weighing what time Lily said she’d be home, and thinks what he won’t allow himself to say out loud: Why the fuck do you care?

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Since I started to actually sit in the library and study for 5+ hours a day, I'm almost unable to write cute Jegulus or Wolfstar library - scenes

Because James Potter can be the hottest man alive, if we're in the library and he starts talking, I'll stab him.

And I think Regulus would do the same if someone breathed too loudly next to him

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James never understood why he attracted so many stares on his morning runs. Sirius had said it was fine that he’d outgrown his old clothes a little.

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andrew ‘idgaf while being the most igaf-er’ minyard, serving looks and silence as always

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prongsfoot and commenting the most scandalous things under each other’s instagram posts. i’m talking “a hair tie & 5 minutes” and “my hole is pulsating your name in morse code”

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Evan obsessively dreaming about dissecting Barty's heart

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4 & 15 (together if you want) and if you make it jirgin i will kiss you on the mouth 500 million times

LUNE!!! come here im cashing in on those kisses MWAH MWAH MWAH MWA-

"Baby, you're shaking."

James isn't lying, Regulus is shivering where he's standing in his pyjama pants and shirt, arms folded in an attempt to keep warm. When he speaks, his voice shakes a little. "Not everyone can be a human heater, James." Despite his snappy tone, James hears the fondness in it. Or imagines it. Same difference, really.

Either way, he pulls into the bed with him so he's spooning him, delighting in the satisfied little sigh from the other man as he plasters himself against James. "Better?" he asks, and gets a happy hum in response. He drops a kiss on the back of Regulus' neck. "I'll keep you warm."

Regulus is still shivering against James, seemingly not all warmed up yet. Their bodies are pressed together from head to toe, as much surface area touching in an attempt to warm Regulus up the quickest way possible.

This presents a slight problem.

James is - well. James is sensitive, okay? And easy, apparently. Regulus' ass is pressed to his crotch, and he's shaking. James doesn't need the extra heat; his face warms as he feels his body responding to the movement. Subtly, he tries to shift his hips away, but Regulus follows them, most likely looking for his warmth.

Then, he pauses.

"James," he says, and he sounds disbelieving and disappointed and why does James' cock twitch in response to that. "Don't tell me you're getting hard right now."

James whimpers pitifully in response. Regulus turns his head so he can turn his judgemental eyes on James. "You're kidding," he says evenly.

God, how James wishes that were true.

"I can't help it!" he exclaims, voice a little high in defence. "You're shaking against me like a fucking vibrator Reg!"

"You did not just call me a vibrator," Regulus gasps out indignantly, but he doesn't move away. His ass is still pressed into James' now painfully hard cock, and he's not moving away.

"I didn't mean it like -" James starts, but then Regulus experimentally grinds back and James' sentence ends in a strained gasp. He leans his head forward to rest his forehead against the back of Regulus' neck as his hips twitch into the movement. Regulus does it again, and James is helpless to follow, a moan escaping his lips. With his hand he tightly grips Regulus' hip to still him. "If you keep moving like that..."

Regulus apparently doesn't care. He moves back anyways, and James is helpless against the sound which tears from his throat when his cock ruts against Regulus' ass through the layers of clothing.

"Don't tell me you're close already, James," Regulus says, and he sounds a little mocking and oh God. "It almost seems like you've never gotten off with someone else before."

James stays silent, cheeks burning and hips still shamefully twitching against Regulus. It takes approximately five seconds before Regulus figures it out.

"No," he gasps out, and now his hips still. "You've never - really?"

James could not care less at this point. "Please," he whimpers, rutting his cock into Regulus again, head already too foggy to think. Regulus takes mercy on him, grinding back against him. James' hand grips his hip with what must be a painfully tight grip, whimpering as he ruts into Regulus with abandon.

It takes no time at all before heat is pooling low in his stomach, hips desperately shoving against Regulus' ass. He's panting into Regulus' neck, breaths quick and uneven. Regulus is talking to him, murmuring encouragement and God, James is weak. With a final shove and a pitiful whine he comes in his pants, sensitive cock still twitching against Regulus when they come to a stop.

It's silent.

Regulus turns around in his arms. He looks like he wants to say so much. James' cheeks burn in embarrassment, the sticky mess in his pants a reminder of just how uncool he just was. Regulus opens his mouth. Looks at James. Closes it again. Then, he sighs.

"I can't believe you called me a fucking vibrator."

(this fic prompt game)

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY JAMES POTTER YOU ARE SO LOVED BY ME

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cum in her in 3.14 seconds, call that a cream π 

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am i going thru a second change of name? yes lol

is this a gender thing because i have this need to be perceived as a concept and not a girl? that too

so yeah elena — —— > eren

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skull - @rosekillermicrofic - word count: 373

“This…was a bad idea,” Barty murmured to Regulus, who was swiping away on his phone carelessly, a stony look on his face.

“What? Matching tattoos?” he asked, ice-gray eyes narrowing as he stared at him.

“No,” he replied, snorting. “Getting them here.”

“Why?”

Why, indeed.

At first, it seemed like a great idea. A new tattoo place had opened just down the street from their apartment and he and Regulus had been talking about getting matching tattoos for ages. It wasn’t like it was a horrifying concept. Barty’s body was littered with ink-skulls, daggers you name it-and he cared about Regulus more than life itself, so the concept made sense.

But as soon as he walked into the shop and made eye contact with the absolutely stunning man behind the counter, his knees almost gave out. And suddenly, he couldn’t help but allowing his mind to run wild.

“Because…”

“Because that tattoo artist’s exactly your type and you’re having trouble keeping it in your pants?��� Regulus asked bluntly, eyes back on his phone screen. “C���mon, Barty. Have some self-respect.”

He swallowed roughly.

But then the man walked into the waiting room again, a smirk on his face, and said, “First victim?”

And Barty shot up out of his chair so fast that he knocked it over.

Regulus gave him a deadpan look, rolled his eyes, and turned back to his phone.

The tattoo artist snorted and jerked his head, indicating Barty could follow him.

Mortified, Barty righted the chair and did as he was told, entering the small room where the man had set up. Hesitantly, he sat on the tattoo bed, mouth watering as his eyes roved over the man.

“I’m Evan,” the man said, sending him a grin. “I’ve never had someone so eager for me to stab them before.”

Barty couldn’t help but beam. “Anyone who looks like you can stab me anytime,” he replied, deciding to throw shame out the window. 

Evan, who had been readying his equipment, paused, eyes slowly looking over Barty’s frame, making him grow warm. “Let’s see how well you take this,” he replied, lip curling as he waved a tattoo needle in front of Barty’s face. “Then I might hold you to that.”

Barty had never sat more still for a tattoo in his life.

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I think that as a super queer fandom, we haven't talked enough about Cat's line "I have a face she can..." when Jean told them they didn't even had a bed.

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quick bartylus break and back to uni workload

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"Mean it" some angsty prongsfoot porn / EXPLICIT // @del-stars

“Get off,” James moaned. His hands firmly gripping Sirius’ waist as he grinded on top of him. 

Sirius slowed his pace, fucking himself while James’ hips followed blindly, thrusting deeper. 

“Now say it like you mean it.” Sirius whimpered. 

“Fuc-,” James mumbled, barely audible under his heavy breathing. “More.”

“I thought you said to get off.” Sirius' hands slid under James’ shirt. 

James wrapped his legs around Sirius and in one motion James pinned him against the mattress. Sirius was too fucking pretty to be fucked without being looked at. James reveled on the change of hues in Sirius’ cheeks after whoring out for him. 

Sirius’ moved his hips, desperate to get filled up. He looked up at James with pleading eyes as the tip of James’ cock barely brushed his hole. The sweetest whining noises came out of Sirius and James almost gave in. 

“You sound like a whore.”

“Then fuck me like one.” 

Sirius desperately moaned as James finally filled him up. He took his time, getting drunk on Sirius’ touch as he went deeper. 

This was not supposed to happen anymore. The whole big heart act James Potter had going on for him extended to his dick. He would eagerly stick in on anything that looked pretty on a skirt, and no one did that better than Sirius Black. 

It was all Sirius’ fault really, he came out in the tinniest fucking thing and some worn out tights. He wanted to wear that to the party. 

What was Sirius thinking?

It started the same way every other argument had over the past six months. Sirius would poke until it left a bruise and then he would press again in the exact same spot. With time, the bruise grew. Now Sirius barely had to touch it, a soft brush of the tip of his finger and it hurt James. The wound was alive and breathing, stinging whenever Sirius got close. 

Pain and pleasure were synonyms, brothers, just like the two of them. 

They would tell their friends they were just going through something, like any other friendship, some bullshit about growing apart. Then they would fuck in a closet, a bathroom, the backseat of James’ Jeep —anywhere but a bed. 

The thought of Sirius laying on the same mattress they first touched each other made him nauseous, it ached too much.

Until today. They went from a wall, to a door, to a chair, to the fucking bed, to Sirius on top of him. His skirt rising the more he grinded on James and what was James supposed to do. 

He needed Sirius to get off, but Sirius knew that’s not what James wanted.

No one knew James like Sirius Black. 

No one felt as good as Sirius. And no one hurt as good either. 

It didn’t take long for both of them to finish, they were a mess. Faces wet, tears of anger, of resentment, of pleasure, it was all the same. 

“Get off,” James said.

“Now say it like you mean it.” 

He couldn’t.