#a different take on jegulus

[staroflupin]

James Potter who, despite what all may think, is so full of anger that it completely takes over his brain, makes him do the things he does and he doesn't feel an ounce of guilt.

When he torments Severus Snape, he doesn't feel an ounce of guilt, only a flame of rage igniting in his stomach. He doesn't know why he hates the Slytherin boy so much, he never did anything to him, yet he takes pleasure in making a pitiful fool out of the poor boy.

James Potter whose ego is bigger than the sun, not even Apollo in his chariot could move it. He knows he's the best, he doesn't even have to try. Quidditch captain, Head Boy, passing all his classes with O's and E's effortlessly. He knows he's attractive, all the girls that fawn over him say so. His mates as well, Sirius especially with "You've got it all, Prongs." He's a heartbreaker, anyone with the courage to confess gets let down with his brief declines for dates.

He has it all, and yet a part of him is unsatisfied.

Regulus Black is cruel, vindictive, and shallow. Anyone who attempts to approach him is met with an icy glare and harsh words to "Stay the fuck away." Half his house fears him, the other half hates him.

To him, that's okay. He may not have friends, but he has allies. He doesn't need that sort of thing anyway, he's the favorite son of the House of Black, as his parents reminded him.

Regulus loves the Dark Arts, loves the way the existence of them sends shivers down the spines of the Light families. He loves the power that comes from controlling them. To him, wielding that magic makes him feel invincible.

And yet, Regulus is utterly lonely, soft enough to be puppeteered by his family and molded into the perfect obedient son

And perhaps thats why Regulus and James worked so well together. They were both horrible in their own ways. James was well loved, and Regulus was well hated. They could look at the darkest, most vile parts of each other and still find themselves enamored with the other.

They were both hypocrites.

Regulus would admonish James each time he and his gang (that unfortunately consisted of his brother) would torment his fellow Slytherin housemates, no matter if they were pureblood, half-blood, or the rare muggleborn. Regulus constantly had the words "mudblood" and "blood traitor" on his lips, spat like venom casually. Yet, he still adored James Potter as if he and his family weren't the embodiment of everything he hated.

James would scold Regulus for his usage of the slurs he used quite frequently, yet never did much about it in the long run. James claimed himself a muggleborn ally, someone who didn't care about blood status or how rich or poor someone was, yet he kissed the the same lips that would curse out all he said that he believed in.

Perhaps that's why when Regulus took it an honor to join the Dark Lord, James said nothing at first. He still loved Regulus despite it all, because they were both hypocrites. They were different sides of the same coin.

But as time wore on, both of them started to distance themselves. Until they were complete strangers that had a shared past at one point. James moved on, finally getting with Lily and marrying her. Regulus devoted himself to the Dark Lord, later turning against him after his beliefs shifted against the cause he had joined in so naively.

Perhaps if they were different people, they would have worked out in the end. They could have stuck together despite it all. But time moved forwards, and history stayed as history.

[plzandspanku]

I accidentally started only the brave pray for me

[calamitoustide]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Spread the self-love ❤

okay im gonna finally do this 😭 this is like picking my children though so give me a second

Dear Reader

This One was the first one I wrote where I was like this is my fic. Obviously they are all my fics but this ones just different. All the other ones were always favorites of my friends and so I gave them to them even if they weren't technically gifted to them but this one was all me. It was everything to me. I honestly would get a tattoo of "Stay Close To The Sun" that's how deep my love for it runs. I actually have the stuck note hanging up on my wall and it's been there since I wrote it. (I had to tape it to make it stick but it's there!) There is nothing I would change about this fic. Nothing. It is perfect. It is everything to me. I am gripping it so hard in my palm no one's taking it from me. (and they have tried lmao)

I Might Like You Less Now That You Know Me So Well

This one gave Dear Reader a run for it's money. These two are so special to me. When I started writing it all it was supposed to be was fluff with like a little angst. It was always sad James but they were supposed to be over it 😭 or at least healed from it but it grew and it's so much different than it used to be. And it's for the better! It's also my first like nonbinary James fic and I love them very much they are so special to me. Even if Everyone who comments on it uses the wrong pronouns for them :) they are so special to me!!! There are little moments where I'm just in this fic. I'm going about my day and suddenly I am in the that van and watching the scene play out. I am at the tattoo parlor watching James grip Regulus hands because they're deathly afraid of needles. I am at the grand canyon and hearing James say they're not scared of heights anymore because they "found something scarier." I am at that beach hearing James whine "I was supposed to be in the water by now. I want to be in the water. I know I promised I'm sorry. I want to be in the water." It is forever engrained within me. Thinking about this fic is like breathing to me.

You Don't Get To Tell Me About Sad

My current little sad James fic, and it also was never supposed to happen. I don't like band aus I've tried them... multiple times but it never worked. I had a marylily one, a pandalily one, I had a jegulus one too but it just never stuck. This one though just worked for some reason... probably because it's hardly a band au honestly. There's some music and the fame plays a big part in it later but it's what I do best sad James and hurt/comfort. I also thought I would never write another sad James before this one because the ideas simply weren't coming. This one was even a struggle to plan fully. This is the first time I've made James' sadness run off into anger, and I thought that was an interesting aspect of it to explore. He's trapped and the only way he feels like he can get any relief is through anger. This is also one of my exes to lovers Jegulus fics and oh I love it. I've written three and this might be my favorite in the way that jegulus are never actually broken up. They are barely holding onto that they've always been together since the first chapter even if they're not saying it. This one is just very special to me and since I'm writing it right now it's not fully formed in my head but I know it's gonna break top three with the other two when it's done.

When You Saw That Dead Little Bird (You Started Crying)

THIS ONE! Okay it's from early 2023 and I remember obsessing over it even if it's only 4k. Out of all my one shots this is the one I always go back to and the one I always try to push on people. I love metaphors anyone who reads anything I write will know that and I was obsessed with the Moon Song dog metaphor. The dog, owner, and bird was everything to me I couldn't stop thinking about it. So I was writing this fic from the perspective of Regulus being the "owner" and James as "the dog" running up to him to give him a dead bird (Lucius dead) as a gift. The owner yells at the dog for giving them something awful/disgusting and the dog just doesn't understand why! So that was the original goal... and then well... I lost track of the goal. I was talking to one of my friends at the time about it, how the bird was supposed to represent innocence. That's why the owner is upset, it's awful to look at because it's pure and sweet. But Lucius isn't innocent Regulus doesn't care about the bird being dead he cares about the blood on the dog's teeth. And so James became the bird as much as he was the dog. And then I started thinking about Regulus killing himself in the war and putting all the blood on his own hands to save James from it and he became the dog and the bird too. They're both everything. They're destroying themselves for love. It's the tale of devotion. The tale of being so devoted to something it turns into your end. You might be able to tell why that was so appealing to me :/

Let The Light In

Alright so the last one was harder to choose but I'm going with Let the Light In because aroace Jegulus have my soul. They are everything to me. I remember seeing another fic with an aroace couple who are usually seen as romantic and I just stared at it for so long. I didn't read it I wasn't really into the ship but I was driving to school just obsessing over the idea with jeg. I remember parking like ten minutes early and instead of walking to my class I just sat in the car and sent a vm all about it not even knowing what I wanted just knowing I wanted Jeg in a QPR. What came out of it is everything to me. Jegulus figuring out their sexualities together and growing comfortable with it. James who wanted nothing more than romance his entire life and was grieving the kind he'll never be able to feel. Regulus who wanted nothing of it but attached himself to James anyway because he couldn't help it, and ended up welcoming love into his life. They are everything, and this fic has so many... not so great memories attached to it now looking back but it's still just as light and beautiful. There's just something about them, and I want desperately to write aroace Jeg again one day. They are calling my name.

[impishtubist]

Some Regulus characterizations are like “I’m not sure who that is, but it sure isn’t Regulus Black.” Regulus willingly joined a man who was slaughtering a decent chunk of their society because Regulus thought Muggleborns were lesser, he’s a staunch blood purist. He wasn’t forced by his parents, Sirius specifically states that his parents disagreed with Voldemort’s methods and also Walburga would know Voldemort wasn’t a pureblood since she went to school with him so she sure wouldn’t be sending her son to the guy so they wouldn’t be forcing Regulus into his service. Plus, Regulus defected because he a) cared in some way about Kreacher and disliked Voldemort nearly killing Kreacher and b) disapproved of the horcruxes, it wasn’t him suddenly changing his beliefs that he’d held his entire life. The guy practically had a Voldemort shrine in his room, I’m begging some people to acknowledge he was a prejudiced little bastard with murderous tendencies

Okay, so. I do actually like Regulus a lot 😂 I think there's a lot about his character that is fascinating and that writers should explore more! The relationship between Sirius and Regulus is particularly interesting to me: how Sirius got out and Regulus didn't, how Regulus got radicalized, how Sirius went to his death believing his brother was a DE, how Harry & co. found out the truth, that bitchy little letter Regulus left Voldy before he died....there's a lot of meat there to dig into!

But you're right that, too often in fics, he's completely defanged and uninteresting, and entire aspects of his character are completely ignored.

[multifan]

regulus and james variants👀

[my-castles-crumbling]

run - Jegulus Microfic - @into-the-jeggyverse - word count: 249

"RUN!"

The small meow of a cat made all four Gryffindor boys jump, completely exposed in the middle of the darkened Great Hall as they laid Sticking Charms along the Slytherin benches. James, Sirius, and Remus had frozen at the sound, but Peter caved, screaming the order.

Immediately, all of them bolted in different directions, hearts beating in their throats, lives flashing before their eyes as they all wondered which direction Filch would head once his cat told him what she'd seen.

But James, who had run in the direction of the Dungeons, planning on taking the secret passage there up to the fourth floor, felt a hand grab his collar and pull him in an abandoned classroom.

"Oof!" His muffled yell was stifled by a cool hand as he slammed against a body, and it took him only a moment to realize who it was. "Reg! Filch is coming, we have to-"

"Filch is asleep," Regulus Black rolled his eyes, snaking his arms around James's shoulders. "I was the one who made the noise."

"What? Why?" James asked, still flustered, trying to calm his frenzied breathing.

"I wanted to snog my boyfriend, and I had to get you away from your friends somehow," Regulus shrugged, tilting his head to the side and grinning.

"I-oh," James nodded, a huge smile spreading over his face slowly. "Alright, then."

And Regulus's lips on his own made him completely forget that his three friends were probably still running frantically around the castle.

[starchasersunseeker]

"You're just like the nazis if you ship jegulus / if you like Regulus / Barty / Evan / any character that was a death eater"

What the fuck is wrong with you all??? That's not a good take you think it is.

My great grandparents were literally in concentration camps. How dare you make such an awful comparison? Comparing FICTIONAL CHARACTERS to real life events is actually very sick of you. To call someone a nazi or nazi sympathizers just because they enjoy exploring FICTION makes you a very gross person.

I don't care if you think you're superior for liking a different ship or for hating certain characters. You are not. You're actually well bellow everyone else for making such horrible comparisons. You are playing limbo with the underground with how terrible you are.

[theprongspotter]

Cope - Jegulus - @stag-microfic - Day 2 - 402 words

“Again? I swear we do this every single night,” Regulus says, quirking a brow and an amused smile tugs at his lips.

“Yeah, but I like hearing your voice.”

They’re right outside of James’ house, sprawled out on damp grass, but it doesn’t seem to bother them.

Regulus rolls his eyes, but points at a constellation near the tree line. “That’s Ursa Major, the Great Bear. You know that, I hope, considering the amount of times I’ve told you that. Besides, it’s rather easy to see.”

"Of course.” James nods.

His finger moves to point at a different cluster of stars. “That’s Virgo. If you look at the brightest star there, you can see Spica. That’s one point of the triangle.”

“The triangle?” James asks.

Regulus rolls his eyes. “Yes, James, the triangle. We’ve only been over this a dozen times.”

He points at another constellation. “Then that’s Boötes, and the brightest star there is Arcturus.”

“Your middle name,” James says.

Regulus cracks a smile. “Yes, my middle name. It’s also the second point of the triangle.”

James smiles and takes Regulus’ hand in his, moving it until it points at a really familiar constellation. His favorite, actually. “Leo. There’s you. You’re the heart of the lion.” You’re my heart. “You complete the triangle asterism.” You complete me.

“So you do pay attention.” Regulus grins.

They let their arms fall to rest on their stomachs as they look at each other, lying side by side on the cool grass. The moonlight bathes the clearing in a soft, silvery glow, making Regulus appear almost ethereal. His dark hair contrasts sharply with his pale skin, which seems to shimmer under the lunar light, giving him an otherworldly radiance. His eyes, usually so intense, are softened by the moon’s gentle touch.

James, with his tousled hair and tired expression, looks rugged yet vulnerable in the dim light. The moon casts shadows across his face, highlighting his eye bags.

“You know, you really need to find a new way to cope,” Regulus says after a while, his voice gentle but firm.

James frowns, his brows furrowing in confusion. “What do you mean?”

Regulus gazes at him with a mix of sorrow and affection. “James, I died three years ago.”

And just like that, the space beside him becomes empty.

[commit-arson-immediately]

Also the one canon thing he did was betray Voldemort.

Yes he's such an evil character that he attempted to get the main villain of the books closer to being defeated /s

“regulus black was a bad person”

he’s not a person at all. he’s actually made up. did you know that? just checking

[hihimissamericanbi]

FAVE HP SMUT CREATORS

Ever since I got that lovely anon asking for the best smut I've ever read, it got me thinking about some of my favorite smut creators in general.

So here is a very non-exhaustive list of fan-fucking-tastic smut writers and artists I've come across in the HP fandom that weren't mentioned (shamefully) in my last batch. Feel free to add to the list! We must keep the people fed.

xoxo go take a sip of cold water girl

WRITERS

@spookymoonie

Lord Espooky came into this fandom guns a-blazing with their kink headcanon a day for Wolfstar and it has spiraled from there. They GET IT. He has a super well-organized masterlist pinned to his tumblr ft tons of different kinks, fic lengths, scenes, etc. Go. Now.

@fiveht

The definition of IYKYK. Daddy kink isn't super my thing, but Five makes me enjoy it. If you vibe with age gap daddy Remus and pretty boy Sirius, their Adore series is a must-read. They also have a stellar A/B/O Wolfstar fic plus podfic and write some Marvel too!

@greenvlvetcouch

An absolute legend in this fandom. Wolfstar, Jeggy, Rosekiller. Gritty, chewy, embodied sex.

@emeryhall

Emery writes sex the way some people breathe. Like it's just part of the narrative. It's SO punchy. And also she is the queen of Crack Smut.

@kaaaaaaarf

Patron saint of Wolfstar hatefucks. mic drop.

@cancerravenclaw

We snagged MK over to Wolfstar from the clutches of Dramione. Her series "mk's kink exposé" could also be called "celine's kink exposé." I'll just leave that there.

@wolfpants

Everything they create is magic, but they are especially known for rare pairs and Dronarry.

WRITERS AND ARTISTS

@aspiring-artist-em

The queen of Lesbian Wolfstar. Both art and fic. Also queen of humiliation and pain kink and Walburga psychological trauma. ye be warned.

@upthehillnsfw / @upthehillart

I am afraid no one is ready for this art. Truly. Tons of different ships, positions, acts. I gasp every time. And their Pansmione fic is epic (which I have talked about before).

ARTISTS

@industrations

I highly recommend getting on Indi's Patreon so you can enjoy their NSFW drawings, mostly Wolfstar and Jegulus, occasional Rosekiller. Too many iconic moments to count.

@waxingrunes

The officially-sponsored artist of Five's Adore series. Look, their work is nothing short of indulgent. Shhhh don't worry about the physics just let it happen. And by It I mean Remus' big dick hands.

@basiatlu

By beloved. The one. The only. Bosh's drawings are so ALIVE. They leap off the screen. Her Drarry is nothing less than iconic. She also dabbles in other characters/ships like Wolfstar and Blackcest. Siriusly, you can't go wrong.

DRARRY SMUT

OKAY, Drarry people. There are so so many excellent Drarry smut writers it is impossible to name them all. Here are but a tiny handful I have pulled from my bookmarks. I'm happy to rec specific fics if asked :)

@cavendishbutterfly, @bixgirl1, @l0vegl0wsinthedark, @shiftylinguini, @kbrick, @fluxweeed, @academicdisasterfic

MORE

I'm tagging those other creators from older asks because I can't put this list out there without them on it <3

@crushofdoves @we-are-swearwolves @tenthousandyearsx @theresthesnitch @lqtraintracks Quietlemonhush @cuddlebugsirius

[v7lgar]

@jegulus-microfic | dimple - may 17 | tw: NSFW, degradation kink, spit swallowing, dirty talk, all good stuff basically | w: 653 | @ecstarry @godsofwoes @star4daisy

“Fuck! Right there—”

Regulus’ pleads were like a melody to James’ ears. The way he arched his back, the look in his eyes, the way he moaned and begged for it more, everything was making James go insane.

They were at Walburga’s reading room, Regulus was bending over her work desk and putting on a good show for her.

This was Regulus’ idea, he was so sure Walburga’s soul was still wandering around in this house, especially in this room and he was sick of still having to feel her even when she was gone for good. He wanted to put a stop to it, so they ended up fucking in every room one by one, knowing Walburga was there to see them.

It was filthy, it was disgusting, which is why James agreed with him right away.

He landed a hard slap on Regulus’ red ass cheek and grabbed it hard. He was so hard, every time he shoved his cock into Regulus’ tight walls Regulus moaned and it sent him off the edge.

He left a kiss on the dimples at his waist, slapping his ass again, “Fuck, you are burning from the inside out.”

Regulus turned his face to him, fuck, he was so beautiful. His lips were apart, his eyes were watery and red, and the way he looked over his shoulder that James’ had bit seconds ago made his cock hard like a rock.

“Fuck,” Regulus sighed, tilting his head to the back, “I fucking love your cock. Use me, fuck me, ruin me, spit on me and cum in me, James. I want my mom to see it how well fucked I am by you.”

James grabbed him by his throat and brushed his bottom lip with his thumb as he fucked faster.

“You want me to use you?” he asked breathlessly, “Do you want me to show her how talented a whore you are for me? How are you taking my cock so well, clenching around me, begging for more?”

“Yes, yes,” Regulus kept pushing his hips to James’, every time their skin meet, the slap sounds made James’ blood boil, “Fuck, yes!”

James pushed his thumb into his mouth and he didn't waste any time to start sucking it.

“Hungry are you? Do you want me to fill your mouth too? Do you want me to stuff all of your holes with my cum, Regulus? You just need to tell me, and I will. I’ll fuck you so good, by the end of this your mom won’t be able to recognize you,” he whispered in his ear as he pulled his cock all and slammed in him in one hard push, making Regulus choke on it, “You want that, don't you?”

“Yes, yes, fuck— oh fuck, I am your cumslut, do what you want to me. Please, please, sir—”

James couldn't even let him finish the words, he grabbed his waist hard and pressed his head to the desk by the back of his hair, fucking him raw and rough.

All he wanted was to fuck him in different positions all night, he wanted Walburga to see them and be disgusted with it.

James took one of Regulus’ hands that was resting on the desk and twisted his behind, and with his other hand he took the other one.

“Open your palm,” he ordered, voice raspy.

“Yes, sir.”

James spit inside of Regulus’ palm and brought to his parted lips, “Lick it clean.”

Regulus didn't make him say twice, he did what he was told.

James could see the bruises he left on Regulus’ fair skin, they were all over his body. He couldn't help but feel proud.

“Thank you, sir,” Regulus moaned and James slapped his ass again which led to Regulus screaming his name.

He didn't think he was going to let Regulus anytime soon from this room.

The night had just started.

[incandescentwarmth]

@jegulus-microfic – Day 12 • Amortentia • wc 312

•••

“Remus, Remus!” Regulus came rushing into the great hall with James trailing behind him. He stopped abruptly, almost making James bump into him. “Help me, I don’t know what I’m supposed to do.” flailing his hands between him and his fluffy-haired shadow.

James put a hand on Regulus’s bicep rubbing gentle circles into it, looking down at how his dark curls sat against sharp cheekbones. 

“I don’t see the problem.” Remus replied hesitantly.

“The idiot drank amortentia this morning and won’t leave me alone.” He huffed, brushing off James’s hand and taking a step away just for James to take a step closer again.

James looked dejected and reached out to brush a lose curl behind his boyfriend’s ear, running his finger across the line of his jaw. “Reggie” he whined. 

“I’m not sure how to help, Regulus. He’s not acting much different than usual.”

Sirius came running up to them then, ruffling James’s hair and moving to stand next to Remus. “What’s up, why’s Reg here?”

“Pads! Hi! I’ve been with him all morning. He’s been super grumpy but he’s so pretty when he is.” James said excitedly, stroking the side the younger’s face which earned him a groan from Sirius. 

Ignoring his brother’s presence and the show of affection from his doe-eyed boyfriend, Regulus turned back to Remus. “I can’t put up with this all day. Please just help me.”

“Help with what?” Sirius questioned, looking between the two of them. 

Regulus let out a loud whine of frustration, “What is wrong with you two!”

“James supposedly drank amortentia.” Remus told Sirius. 

Sirius looked wide eyed at James now. “Really Prongs? I thought people started going crazy when they have it? You seem fine.”

“What are you talking about! He’s acting like a crazy lovesick puppy!” Regulus shouted.

“Yeah… that’s pretty much the norm for him when you’re around, Reg.”

[calamitoustide]

I have a question about the sad James/sad Harry au you just posted about. Regulus seems to be the one really holding them together since he isn’t dealing with the same things as the other two. So I’m just curious how you think James and Harry would handle it if he wasn’t there to help/able to help. Like how they would react/communicate if he suddenly died or if he was injured or in a coma or if he had a really important work trip or something and he couldn’t physically be there to support them/help them communicate

okay so like Regulus is holding them together but that's not to say that James is doing nothing and I do think they get to the point where James is okay and not just depending on Regulus for a lot of the heavy lifting when it comes to helping with his and Harry's mental health.

That being said in this case James isn't as mentally unwell as you might think he is, at least not the idea I had. His feelings are a lot of his old feelings resurfacing. He's seeing his baby go through he same things he did, so he's looking back at it. He's feeling a lot of guilt, but it's not the same as it was. So in that case I do think James would push through for Harry and could hold him up knowing everything he knows. He is in a better place, and he does have coping strategies. He'd also probably be going to therapy since his teen years which would help him work through it to fully be there for Harry.

If it's the case where both James and Harry are slipping I still think James would step up, he just would put off all his feelings for Harry. No matter how tired he is or how awful he feels Harry comes first. If he doesn't have anyone to lean all he'd figure out a way to stand anyway. For Harry, he'd do it.

Also in my original idea it was divorced jily so there is also Lily who would be able to help with Harry, and Remus would come in and help James stay on his feet when Harry isn't with him.

I don't think there's any world in which James doesn't have a support system around him to help him with Harry, but I also think if it was just him and Harry in the house he'd step up. Maybe he wouldn't be the best at communicating how he feels at first. Maybe he wouldn't be the best at seeming open for Harry to come to him, but they would figure it out. In no world does James just give up on Harry especially since he knows how isolating it used to make him feel.

Also with Regulus, there would come to a point where Regulus needs to be taken care of too. There's only so much a person can take, especially when his main support system is down. They would need to figure it out for him too.

All in all, yes I do think they would figure it out. I think it would be hard and James isn't good at talking about it, making it really hard for Harry to talk about it. But if James needs to talk about it for Harry's benefit he'd talk about it. I feel like without Regulus he'd just come to that conclusion even sooner.

[wordsofwilderness]

The Taste of Us

Day 1: Cunnilingus - Deep-throating - Face sitting (with added comeplay, because whoopsie my hand slipped) - Jegulus Kinktober - @jeguluskinktoberr - 1.186 words - EXPLICIT

It had started with one simple word. James had just come home from a long, exhausting day. With a tug on Regulus’ sleeve to get his attention, James had croaked out, “Need.”

With one look at James’ tired expression, Regulus had understood. He’d wasted no time dragging James to their bedroom—because it wasn’t a long bubble bath or a nap James needed when stress crept up on him. No, it was something entirely different that helped him relax.

Regulus sunk to his knees, tugging James’ boxers down with him.

“You don’t need to, I can just eat you out,” James murmured, tracing Regulus’ already kiss-bitten lips. Such a pretty red.

“I want to,” Regulus insisted as he reached for James’ length. James braced himself against the edge of their bed as Regulus guided his dick to his mouth. He was unable to look away as Regulus’ lips stretched around the head.

A flick of Regulus’ tongue had James’ breath stuttering. Such sweet cruelty that mouth caused, even as it was otherwise too occupied for insults. But the weight on his shoulders was too heavy to truly delight in Regulus’ teasing.

“Can you take it all? Please, love? I need…” James said, trailing off as he tugged gently on Regulus’ hair.

In response Regulus began to work James’ dick in earnest, inching deeper with each bop. His hand around James’ base spread the mixture of spit and pre-cum. Regulus’ lips glistened with it. The sight had James staring down transfixed, sinful bedroom eyes looking back up at him.

When the head of James’ dick hit the back of Regulus’ throat a rumble of a groan vibrated through Regulus. He tugged on James’ thigh in a silent demand. Complying with it, James slowly rolled his hip forward with a moan. Regulus swallowed expertly, the muscles of his throat contracting and expanding around James.

“Regulus,” James groaned at the beautiful man before him. His lips wrapped around the base of James’ dick; his nose buried in the tight curls above it. James cupped Regulus’ jaw his thumb brushing over Regulus’ swollen red lips as he carefully began to thrust in and out.

And, oh, this was his personal addiction of choice for a reason. Being in Regulus, in Regulus’ mouth. Regulus’ tongue twisted around the head of his dick whenever he drew back far enough, the muscles in Regulus’ throat vibrated in a low moan as he thrust deeper. The knots in James’ shoulder came undone one by one as pressure rose in his lower abdomen instead.

“Don’t swallow,” James chocked out in warning between his own moans. Pulling out nearly all the way out, so only the head of his dick was in Regulus’ mouth, James came.

Regulus looked up at James as he withdrew completely, dreamy and content. Only a single drop of cum had escaped Regulus’ mouth, hanging from his lips. James pushed it back in with a smear of his thumb before hauling Regulus up into his arms.

Their lips connected in a searing, open-mouthed kiss. James licked into the warm heat of it, meeting his own salty, tangy taste. It passed between their tongues as James backed them up onto the bed, Regulus on top of him.

James pulled at the fabric of Regulus’ boxers, his fingers brushing over the damp spot that had already formed. Kneading into it, James grinned at the moan that rang out above him. Regulus rushed to get his boxers off and out of the way before climbing up onto James’ chest.

“Like this?” he asked, pausing with his legs on either side of James’ head.

“Please,” James insisted, already pulling at Regulus’ thighs to get him closer. Regulus went willingly, a hand finding the roots of James’ hair, scraping against his scalp and the other steadying him against the headboard.

James sighed as his mouth met Regulus above him, pressing him down onto his face with a hand palming Regulus’ arse. His tongue smeared the mixture of both their spit and his own cum between Regulus’ folds, blending it with the sweetness from Regulus’ entrance. The flavour of them mingled on his taste buds, his favourite cocktail.

James licked and sucked at Regulus’ bundle of nerves, never swallowing the mess he’d created. Regulus was a jumble of moans above him, rocking himself in small, grinding circles against James’ face. His voice had a rough edge to it, a slight hoarseness clinging to it after their earlier escapade. Legs shaking on either side of James, Regulus ground down in a cry as he came.

Wetness spilt over James’ face as he let Regulus use it for his pleasure. When the frantic grinding slowed down, James was quick to circle his arms around Regulus’ thighs, keeping him there. Pushing Regulus slightly further up, James switched his focus to Regulus entrance. He had long learned how to keep Regulus like this—how to avoid the worst of the overstimulation, so he could drag it out.

James let his tongue tease in a circle around Regulus’ entrance before pushing inside. His walls were plush and warm, fresh juice dripping from him in clear, viscous strings. It was all pristine and untouched by the mess James had created, and that just wouldn’t do. James gathered the white mixture of cum and spit from Regulus’ folds with his tongue before fucking it up into Regulus—pushing it up into him, where it belonged.

Above him, Regulus was beginning to respond again, small tugs at James’ hair and a quiet whine falling from his lips.

“One more, baby?” James murmured, nuzzling his nose against the bundle of nerves.

Regulus’ breath hitched, his fingers tightening in James’ hair. With a whine, he agreed, “One more.”

Bringing a hand around, James spread Regulus’ folds apart with his fingers as he returned to sucking at the spot that never failed to make Regulus loud. And true enough, it didn’t take long before that was exactly the state Regulus was in. James pushed two fingers into Regulus, delighting in how muscles instantly clenched down around them.

“More, I need more,” Regulus moaned above him. His hand pulled at James’ hair in harsh tugs and his thighs shook, all the telltale signs of the brink of pleasure he was nearly at. James pumped his fingers into Regulus’ wet heat. Maybe it would push the mess he left earlier even deeper in. He curled his fingers on the way out, just as he knew Regulus liked it.

And just like that Regulus was crying out once again. A shudder ran through him as he clamped down on James’ fingers. James grinned into Regulus’ folds as Regulus took in long ragged breaths above him.

“One more,” James murmured again. He’d long forgotten all his worries, his body practically melting into the sheets of their bed. The concoction of the two of them all mixed up together was the best kind of medicine for stress. “You can take one more, baby,” James said as he turned to press kisses to Regulus’ tights.

“Just one more,” Regulus heaved, his voice ruined and ragged.

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“fashion” - Jegulus microfic - @into-the-jeggyverse - 399 words

 

“What are you doing here?” Regulus ask Sirius exasperatedly when he opens the door.

“I’m here to help you get ready for your date with James, duh.” Sirius says pushing past him with an arm full of clothes.

“Sirius, I don’t need your help, and I certainly don’t need your clothes. I already know what I’m wearing and he’s going to be here in an hour. So can you please leave?” Regulus is still holding the door open, but Sirius has already made his way to the bedroom. Regulus closes the door with a sigh and reluctantly follows Sirius.

“Is this what you’re planning on wearing?” Sirius asks pointing to the neat black slacks and dark green jumper Regulus has laying on his bed. Regulus just nods his head. “Well, thank God I’m here! You have no fashion sense at all!” Sirius unceremoniously drops all his clothes on the bed beside Regulus’ outfit and starts going through them.

Sirius has Regulus try on no less than 20 outfits, all different combinations of the things he brought over. About an hour later Regulus is standing in front of his mirror wearing neat black slacks and a dark green jumper with a beaming Sirius beside him.

“See! This is perfect! I don’t even remember bringing this, but obviously I’m a genius because this looks great!” Sirius says excitedly.

“Yes, thank you, you’re a genius.” Regulus tells him, dripping with sarcasm as he rolls his eyes. “Now can you please leave he’s going to be here any–” The doorbell cuts him off and Sirius runs out of the room. Regulus just groans and follows him.

“…and no funny business and have him home by eleven.” Regulus walks in on Sirius telling James. James’ eyes immediately shift to Regulus, and he brushes past Sirius.

“Sure, whatever you say Sirius.” James says dismissively walking up to Regulus. “You look beautiful.” He says with a bright smile passing Regulus a bouquet of flowers. Regulus takes the flowers and hides his smile behind them whispering a small “Thank you.”

“You ready to go?” James asks.

“Yes, please.” He takes James’ hand, and they walk towards the door. As he passes Sirius, he hands him the flowers.

“Put these in water then get out of my house.” He tells Sirius firmly then instantly soften when he turns back to James, and they leave for their date.

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How could you be so blind?

slight angst / fluff

jegulus x fem! reader

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You were sprawled like a starfish on James’s bed, while he was caressing your head softly.

“So I said “if you won’t bring me flowers, then why bother with the whole dating thing?” You sighed. “I mean, I’m not asking for the moon, right? I only wanted some damn flowers, could be a single daisy from the Black Lake.”

He hummed. “Yeah, you’re totally right. You shouldn’t ask for flowers, your partner should do these small gestures without being told to”

You sighed. “And it’s not just the flowers, you know? It’s the fact that every time I find someone, I start dating them and then they stop showing me love alltogether. I always end up feeling like I’m asking to be loved, and that’s so messed up.” James scratches felt heavenly, but your moment of peace was short-lived.

“Oh, stop sulking, you could be loved like that if you didn’t choose such douchebags” Regulus threw himself on the bed, landing next to you.

“Regulus”

“No, I’m being serious here. Y/N, you have an awful taste in men, we all know it. Stop crying about it and change your taste in men, for the love of God”

This hurt, especially because you spent your whole life searching for the right person, your soulmate, without finding it. Regulus telling that it was all your fault didn’t sit right with you.

You got up abruptly. “I do not! Thing is, the only ones who seem to be slightly interested in me are douchebags! The right ones never seem to like me” You sighed. “You don’t get it because you and James have the most perfect relationship of all times, you have already found your other half, while I’m here, begging to be loved. I’ve never been loved.”

You felt dangerously close to crying.

“Love, don’t cry, please” James was looking at you with a frown.

“And you don’t know how it feels to have a crush on someone so oblivious” James whipped his head in Regulus direction, while your heart started galloping in your chest.

“A crush? You’re in a relationship?”

“Reggie what the fuck, now it’s not the time-“

“No James, I’m done with this shit. Somehow it’s never the right time!” He got up, getting right in front of you. “Y/N, I don’t know if you’re really this dense or if you just don’t like us, because it’s obvious that we want you as more than a friend”

“What? But-“ You looked at James, who was shaking his head. “You have a crush on me?” He smiled shyly.

“Yes, darling, we thought it was pretty obvious?”

“It wasn’t?”

Regulus rolled his eyes. “I swear you’re dumb. We brought you flowers on your birthdays AND on Valentine’s Day every year, even when you were in a relationship, because we knew the shit heads you chose to be around wouldn’t be bringing them”

“Yes, but Lily brought me flowers to?”

He ignored you. “Who held your hair when you got hammered after you got your heartbroken?”

“But…”

“And tell me, who leaves you ALL of their blueberry pancakes when you’re late for breakfast and even brings them to class?”

“But you don’t like them?”

James started laughing. “Honey, we love them, but we love seeing you happy more.”

You felt like you were about to cry, but Regulus didn’t stop. “And tell me, who do you think was the one to beat up that Ravenclaw douchebag after he made a bet on you? And why do you think no one played you like that afterwards? And who do you think was the one to organize your surprise birthday parties every year?”

Now you were crying. “Wait, you were the ones behind all of this?”

James nodded softly, taking your hand and bringing it to his face. “We didn’t want to lose you, so we chose to remain quiet and show our love in different ways”

You couldn’t believe this. All of this time wasted, when you could have the love you’ve dreamt of your whole life.

“But you’re in a committed relationship since the fourth year? The thought that you might want to include someone else didn’t even cross my mind”

Regulus laughed. “Baby, you’re so cute. We hinted at us wanting to have you in our relationship multiple times? And you played along.”

“But… But I didn’t really believe that you wanted me, of all the girls in this school? And I thought you were joking?”

“Listen, now you know how we feel about you. The question is, do you feel the same? Would you like to start dating us, and see where this takes us?”

You shook your head. James looked down, while Regulus looked like he was about to lash out. “I don’t want to just date you, silly. I want a relationship.” You took James’ face in your hands and kissed him gently.

“Oh thank fuck, see Jamie, I told you we should have told her sooner. Now I want a kiss to, though.” He placed his hands on your waist, turning you over and kissing you softly.

“You’re ours now, you know that right?”