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sommerregenjuniluft · 9 days ago

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jirgin chronicles

HFKSKKFKDD it’s been a Month since you sent this and i just saw jfkskf shame on me but

Yes. yes and ily and this is for you ino (nsfw warning)

It’s been approximately half an hour since James has thrown his phone across from him on the mattress and then flung himself onto his bedroom floor and anxiously been doing sit-ups to distract himself from the atrocity he’s just committed.

He’s utterly, absolutely and astronomically fumbled it, is what he’s done.

James counts 283 and there’s a knock on the door.

Hm. He wasn’t expecting visitors.

James gets up and strips his shirt on the way, balling it up in his hands to dab at the sweat that’s been collecting on his face and neck and pads to the front door of his small apartment.

He doesn’t bother peeking through the spy hole but instead swings the door open, ready to help a stranger to their right destination. Most likely someone else’s flat in the building. James is positive that he has the last names from the doorbell signs down enough to give helpful instructions.

What he doesn’t expect to see there, is a familiar face.

Or, rather, a much too familiar, instantly heart beat skipping, agonizingly pretty face.

Regulus is standing there, arms ramrod straight at his sides and face flushed. “What exactly did you mean when you texted— and you’re naked.”

James looks down on himself but sure enough he’s still in shorts, socks and slippers.

He gazes back up at Regulus who sorta looks more flushed than just a second ago, but perhaps it’s just a trick of the light.

“Why are you naked?” Regulus presses out. “And sweaty?” His tone makes it sound more like a statement.

Shit, does James stink? When was the last time he used deodorant? His shower after lunch? Yes, he did. That should do.

James shakes his head, “I’m not naked.” He gestures down at himself.

Regulus makes a noise like he’s frustrated and his eyes roll back. James is not thinking any indecent thoughts.

“Why are you like—” Regulus gestures at James as well. There’s a lot of gesturing going on comparatively to how short this conversation has been going on. “—like this?”

James refuses the instinct to let out a dumb Uhh and think of a plausible answer instead. He shrugs feebly, “Been doing sit-ups.”

“Sit-ups?” Regulus parrots in vague disbelief. His arms cross in front of his chest, frown pulling at his expression. James wants to bite his cheek.

“Yes,” he confirms. He rubs his shirt along his neck once more. “Um,” James mentally slaps himself, “did you want- I mean, was there something you came here for?”

“Is there something I—” Regulus makes another one of his noises and then simply stalks past James and into his apartment.

“Yeah, sure, come in,” James calls after him, closing the door. He turns just in time to see Regulus disappear into his bedroom. “I- Reg, what? Wait a god damn second.” He quickly heads after the younger man just to find him searching around his room like—and there’s really no better way of phrasing it—a drug sniffer dog.

Before James can even get a word out Regulus toes off his sneakers and gets on his bed, working around in the sheets. It takes no longer than a few seconds before he resurfaces with a vindictive A-ha, proceeding to hold up James’ phone.

James feels his cheeks heat with familiar shame.

And he feels them heat even more when Regulus clambers off his bed, the curls of his hair all tousled, and steps up to where James is rooted to the spot. He holds the phone screen up at James in an almost accusatory way. Yet, again, before James can even think to explain, Regulus snatches it away again and swipes his thumb over the screen.

James’ jaw almost unhinges, “Did you just do that to unlock my phone with face ID?”

“Yup,” Regulus says, tapping away on James’ phone.

“I-” and that manages to snap James out of it and catapult him into a more intelligent homo sapiens headspace, “Give me that!”

“No,” Regulus counters immediately, stemming a surprisingly deft palm against James’ sternum. He makes another swipe for his phone but Regulus keeps angling himself away with all the grace of a younger sibling that’s taken something that doesn’t belong to them.

James whines and tries wrapping an arm around Regulus to pull him closer, to get closer to the phone that is held one Regulus arms length away. Regulus makes a noise, a different one, but inexorably no less sexy. “Stop that,” he chides.

“You stop it,” James volleys back, desperately trying to keep his focus on the fact that Regulus is currently still going through his phone for whatever reason and off how good the other feels pressed right up against James body. “What are you even trying to—”

With a sudden start Regulus’ posture changes and he twists around to shove the phone back into James’ face. If James wasn’t so focused on not focusing on Regulus’ hand on his biceps and the way his belt is pressing just right against James’ crotch, he might not have taken as long as he does to realize what Regulus is trying to show him.

“So?” Regulus demands, wiggling the phone in front of James’ nose, just as his eyes adjust to the proximity of the object.

The screen projects their chat.

It presents James with the two most idiotic text messages he’s ever hit send on. But it also tells him Regulus’ reaction he so clearly unsuccessfully tried to avoid.

16:42 you’re more stupid than i thought if you really believe that inexperience consequences bad sex, potter

16:43 did you not also hear pandora and dorcas deflower each other in the room over at my birthday party in year 11?

16:46 wait are you drunk??

16:46 it’s literally not even five pm

16:51 if you’re not answering me in the next 10 minutes the offer is off the table..

17:00 james i’m fucking serious

17:00 also, don’t you dare answer if you’re gonna make that joke

17:01 i will actually choke you to death

17:05 hello??

17:08 i’m coming over

And, well.

James doesn’t really know what to say. Or think. Or do.

Anything really.

Regulus is glaring up at him next to his phone screen and it’s searing. He’s warm too, sturdy and a comfortable weight in James’ arm.

Oh, he really doesn’t want to let go. That he knows. That James is more than one hundred percent sure of.

And he’s here. Regulus threatened to pull back on his agreement to James’ insane question but instead of actually doing so he came here.

James asked Regulus if he would like to have sex with him, told him that he’s in truth a virgin and not at all confident in doing well in bed, and Regulus had put on his fucking shoes and walked his snotty, sexy, little ass the 7 minutes it takes to get from his shared flat to James’.

It’s a little too good to be true.

A fresh apple found on the forest ground of rotting foliage and James is waiting for net to snap up beneath his feet and hold him in elevated imprisonment.

James has to ask. “Why’d you come over, Reg?”

Regulus clicks his tongue. “Why do you think?”

“I don’t want to guess,” James insists as Regulus crosses his arms again, averting his eyes, “I want to know.”

A moment ticks by, and then another, in which Regulus stubbornly stares at a spot over James’ shoulder, not saying a word.

James reaches around further and pinches Regulus’ waist to make him jump. He does, predictably, and then bares his teeth in an almost growl when he returns to face James. “Because…” Regulus sighs out of his nose with force.

James holds him tighter at the waist again, in warning. Coincidentally pulling Regulus more onto him, making them both gasp softly.

Regulus’ lips part and James eyes bulge. “Sorry,” he mutters, voice husky.

Regulus groans, almost distressed, and James is about to apologize properly when Regulus stops him short. “Because,” he erupts, “you’re like stupidly hot, James, and it’s fucking pissing me off. It’s been pissing me off for a good five years, at this point, and I feel like if I don’t do anything about it, I will go mental.”

Oh.

James needs a moment to process that. Several actually.

The muscles in his arm start straining from how tight he’s holding Regulus against him but James doesn’t care. All he can think about is Regulus at 19, shy and small, but spitting venom at any attempt of getting closer. A time where Regulus’ hair was short and choppy after he cut it all off himself, where his skin was still pale and untouched by ink, where he still had a lot to unlearn but was visibly thankful for the environment he was brought into through his brother. That little baby snake, teeth sharp and going for an attack every few seconds, wasn’t repulsed by James at all. He was angry with himself for not being repulsed by James.

Oh, James should have known, he should have noticed. Or at least it shouldn’t have taken him this long to fucking find out. Because it only took about two years before Regulus started to become malleable in James’ proximity, in his palm. Jabs easier, quips more playful, and an uptick of the corner of his mouth. James had nearly run laps from the happiness these small victories brought the first few times they happened.

But it was supposed to happen like this. If James has learned one thing from building his relationship with Regulus, it’s patience, no matter how badly he’d wanted to tear out his own hair at times. It would have been no use rushing into it and scaring him off.

Because now Regulus is the one who came, who made the step. Who is here, in James’ arms, a desperate, pretty little thing. Worn thin and helpless, eager and frustrated and—

“You’re into me?” James breathes, something inside his chest fluttering.

“I just said that,” Regulus scowls again and James almost explodes.

His still unsure how to do this but James wants, fuck, he wants so badly. Wants to eat Regulus, wants to fuse with him, wants Regulus to spit in his open mouth and make him swallow.

James has made out with people before, at parties. He’s been told he’s a good kisser.

“Reg.”

“What?”

“Can I kiss you?”

Regulus does a double take at him. His mouth drops open and his eyes go all wide and soft, gaze so dewy it nearly cuts James off at the knees.

“You—” Regulus interrupts himself in favor of pulling James down by his nape. Fingers wind themselves into the back of James’ hair at the same time as Regulus licks his tongue between James’ lips and it’s heaven.

Immediately James’ body feels oversensitive, blood rushing and prickling inside his veins like sour candy, light headed, gut clenching, lips tingling where he can feel Regulus’ press against his. It’s wet and open mouth, nip of teeth, but it’s soft, gentle despite that.

James lets out a happy sigh and it turns into a moan when Regulus tugs at his roots. Turns into panting and a whimper when Regulus breaks off but keeps his hips pressed into James’.

Oh, that’s dangerous. That’s so, so d—

“James, did you just get hard this quickly?”

Again, it sounds less like a question and more like a statement. Which, technically it has every right to be, since Regulus is completely correct.

It doesn’t feel quite on par with James’ ego to outright and immediately admit it though so he intelligently keeps gaping at Regulus momentarily.

But Regulus isn’t having it. He fastens his grip in James’ messy hair, his other hand coming up to loosely rest against the base of James’ throat and then Regulus leans in to lick at the seam of his lips. Touching just the tip of his tongue to James’ sensitive kissed, open mouth like he’s coaxing the answer out of him like that.

Insane behavior. James needs to lock Regulus away from everybody else in the world. He can’t have him going around being this hot just for anyone to see.

It works though, in a way, at least. James doesn’t manage to form a coherent verbal answer but his hips do the job for him when he ruts them forth and into Regulus in response.

The younger bites his lower lip at that, pupils blown and smoldering, “That’s a yes, I suspect.” And then Regulus says something that is the exact moment of the beginning of James Fleamont Potter’s ruination as the world knows and adores him. He knocks James head around slightly, carefully and coos at him gently. And then Regulus says, “Already stupid in the head, huh?”

James’ body nearly takes a screenshot. His gut tightens immediately, all the blood leaving his head and rushing straight to his cock, so fast and hard it’s dizzying. The tips of his fingers tingle with blood loss and a noise rips from his throat that’s as animalistic as it is pathetic.

From then it’s all a bit hazy.

There’s a lot of begging involved on James’ part and a lot of leading on Regulus’. They end up on the bed, kissing each other’s mouths raw, James on his back and Regulus in his lap, grinding down on him like he’s trying to grade James’ braincells away like a parmesan. It’s working. To the point where he’s so lost in the feel and weight of Regulus, in all the way he makes him feel good like the fucking angel that he is, that James doesn’t even notice he’s about to cum before it’s too late.

It barrels through him like a fucking freight train, spilling into his shorts, Regulus pressing down on and milking it out of him.

One would imagine this is already intense enough but then Regulus mumbles something into his ear and James vaguely remembers blushing again and nodding. There’s the sound of a zipper and some adjusting and then Regulus lets out a shaky moan that has James snapping back into the present so fast he’s afraid he gave himself whiplash.

Because Regulus is on top of him, hand down his jeans and eyebrows scrunched like he’s feeling just so fucking good and James has to kiss him again. They do that until Regulus shudders through his own orgasm and James feels like his bones turned into al dente pasta.

And lastly, because Regulus is still an evil, little shit, he gives James one more dirty, wet kiss before extracting himself entirely.

He pats James on the knee as he rebuttons his trousers, “Now, if you wanna continue this, you know where to find me. And you better text me back before I get home or this’ll be the last time you had an orgasm through your dick.”

James just so refrains from telling him he’s in love with him.

#jirgin #virgin james #the jirgin chronicles #vomiting up smut at 11 am before work is wild #jegulus #jegulus fic #james potter #regulus black #starchaser #sunseeker #jegulus microfic #marauders #lune writes #lune’s tiny fic #the last half is probably bad and rushed i dont have the braincells to proofread this rn soz xx

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moonstruckme · 1 year ago

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Hiya Mae!! How are you?? It’s been a little bit but I was hoping I could request a poly!marauders fic (+plus Lily if you’re comfortable with doing that if not it’s fine). This week is the 6th anniversary of my brothers passing and this year is a bit harder as I’m turning 18. Having such a milestone coming up and him not being here is sorta making me sick. I was wondering if maybe you could base the fic off of that? Or something to do with grief and them helping reader out. I’ve found great comfort in the abundance of love you portray with their relationship and I could do with a lil of it.

If not it’s totally fine don’t feel obligated. Hope you have a good week!!

Hi sweetheart, sorry I couldn't get this to you during the week you requested it. I was also dealing with a bit of grief at the time and it felt too raw to try for a while. I hope you're doing well and that you really enjoy being 18, even if those feelings are complicated by your loss <33

cw: mentions of death, grief

poly!marauders x fem!reader ♡ 622 words

The sky is turning from deep blue to black outside when Sirus notices you’ve slipped into a melancholy.

The only hint of it is in your tone. You’ve been quipping about the film you’re all watching like you always do, bouncing off his and James’ comments and Remus’ amused grunts, but there’s a falsity to the cheer in your voice. This is something you and James have in common; when Sirius or Remus are upset it permeates the area around them like a thick fog, but the two of you have a way of keeping it contained within yourselves, putting on counterfeit smiles. Sirius often wonders if it doesn’t hurt you more.

He leans away from where he’s been resting his head on Remus’ pectoral, snaking an arm around your shoulders.

“Penny for your thoughts, pretty girl?” he asks quietly.

You shrug. Swallow. “Just thinking about them,” you murmur in reply.

Sirius suspects this isn’t the full story, but he, too, knows the necessity of papering over certain pains. He doesn’t pry.

Before the war—before Regulus—Sirius used to think that grief was the pain that came from the love you had for the lost person being ripped away from you. But even months after his brother’s death, all the love is still there. It’s amplified, if anything, every ounce of it demanding attention now that he can no longer take it for granted even a little bit.

What went was the ritual of it all. The peculiar brand of happiness he’d felt around Reg, never easy but still there, buried beneath layers of troubled history and shared broodiness. The inside jokes they’d barely realized they had, things no one who wasn’t raised in their house would see the humor in. The surety that if they fought, they’d get a chance to make up. Sirius will never have those things with his brother again. In memories, maybe, but now they’ll always be tinged with the love so big it hurts.

He wishes desperately he could keep you from hurting like that.

He shuffles closer, awkwardly wrapping his other arm around you until he’s nearly covering your body with his. It’s like he thinks he can shield you, like he can protect you from grief after he’d failed to protect you from loss.

“I’m sorry,” Sirius says.

You shake your head, turning so it’s jammed in the juncture of his neck and shoulder. Your face feels hot. “I don’t know what to do,” you choke out.

Sirius squeezes you tighter. He gets it, but he doesn’t. He knows how it feels to grieve, but not how to grieve your person in your way. It’s an ache he can only approximate.

“Sweetheart.” James’ voice sounds pained, and he gets up from Remus’ other side, rounding the couch to climb onto the armrest beside you. He rubs your back with one hand, the other coming to rest on Sirius shoulder, a comfort in case he needs it. “I don’t think there’s anything you can do, my love.”

Sirius feels a hot tear slip down his neck into his shirt, and James winces as your shoulders hitch under his touch. Remus makes a soft pitying sound.

“You’re alright.” He latches onto the last unclaimed part of you, rough hand soothing up your calf. “You’re okay.”

“Sorry,” you manage, and Sirius squishes you punishingly in his arms, pressing a staunch kiss to the side of your head.

“Don’t be silly,” he tells you. James makes a half-choked sound of agreement. “No sorries, okay?”

You nod, the bump of your nose moving against Sirius’ neck. He gives you another kiss to show his approval.

“You’re alright, darling,” Remus says again. “Take all the time you need. We’ve got you.”

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avee09 · 2 years ago

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I want cuddly moonwater friendship. For Regulus is so “you touch me you die” and Remus is so “Ew your hands have a weird no-no touchy texture” but Regulus will randomly walk into the common room after getting a letter or after the moon or when he has period cramps and just flops down onto Remus and just snuggles in real close. And Remus whispers yes or no questions that no one can hear because he knows he doesn't want to talk but needs to know he's ok.

It started when after the moon a small black cat came and snuggled into remus’ chest and Remus fell asleep like that and then woke up with his crush’s brother holding his waist, but it's so comforting

Everyone is shocked when Regulus randomly walks into the gryff common room looking on the verge of tears. And even more so when Remus, who likes exactly zero touch, immediately opens his arms and closes his book.

James and Sirius eventually get to the point of being contact-safe for them and then it's sorta a cuddle party after the moons because it takes a toll on all 4 of them

#moonwater #remus john lupin #regulus black #regulus and remus #trans regulus #wolfstar #jegulus #cuddling #autistic regulus black #autistic Remus lupin #platonic moonwater

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perpermintttt · 2 months ago

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Lantern of Wishes: Episode 2:11 ~ Translation

Warning! Spoilers for the event, obviously. Originally I wanted this to just be moments I wanted to share but it turned into me just adding the whole chapter so... translation...sorta...😭🙏

Chapter title! "Un de trois!!"

The chapter starts with knocking. No gush of wind but new visitors!! ROOK AND EPEL 🙏🙏🙏Epel is shocked at their hair and jack says not to stare. Rook says not to be embarrassed. Everyone is beautiful. Honestly, I feel like I'm reading Regulus' yapping when I read Rook's dialog LOL warning paragraph below is just Rook being Rook.

Kalim's beautiful hair shines white like the moon gently shining on the desert! Jack's hair is so full of life that it makes me shiver with the strength of a supple wild animal. Deuce's neatly styled hair is truly impressive! I was captivated by the sophisticated adult vibe. Roi des Roses, and your accumulated wisdom! Your beautifully flowing hair hangs gracefully; your beauty is like a dream, oh so doll-like. Your brilliance; more pure than fire, more noble than the sun. That color, truly a unique crimson, a one-of-a-kind masterpiece. Truly a beauty!

I reached my daily photo upload limit so I'll continue tomorrow 😭😭

edit: discontinued bc pretty sure there are video translations out by now!

#twst #disney twisted wonderland #disney twst #twsited wonderland #twst wonderland #twst jp #twst spoilers #riddle rosehearts #deuce spade #rook hunt #epel felmier #kalim al asim #jack howl

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thedreamybluepixie · 6 months ago

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Au where lily and sev aren't friends from the start and there's no war.

Lily finds out in the middle of 3rd year that hey, they're technically neighbours! Lily and James have a weird sort of acceptance of each other by 5th year because they have friends in common. James? Crushing on lily HARD. Severus is trying to get an internship type of thing at a potions shop and trying to figure out why

a. a weird red haired girl is following her around (she claims that they're neighbours but?? Mom didn't raise a non paranoid kid)

b. Sirius Black's younger brother is also following him around. Like?? Are they all in onto a joke that he doesn't know about? (Hint: they all want to be his friend) .

Anyway James and Lily figure out that both of them like Sev when they both bump into each other and books fall down and out from it, you guessed it, pictures and drawings of sev

They're both like

Throughout this chaos, Narcissa and Lucius have adopted Sev and have already threatened many potential suitors away. Sev is oblivious to all this and is like that meme that goes "they all hated me"

Sirius is honestly just concerned about his friend's tastes . The plot twist is that he isn't concerned about James crushing on Sev, he doesn't understand it but Snape's sorta chill even if it's in a weird way BUT LILY??? (She's punched him once for making a weird comment, he's grown since then #characterdevelopment )

Regulus just somehow managed to imprint on Sev like a baby duckling honestly. He doesn't notice his friend who has a crush on him (upto ur interpretation honestly cuz idk any Reggie group)

There's so much chaos that at some point all the teachers are betting on who's getting with whom.

#severus snape #doechaser #james x lily x severus #james potter #james x lily #james x severus #lily evans #lily x severus #sev #hp marauders #hp #marauders #marauders era #au #someone write this #someone write a fic #please

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siriuslygay1981 · 11 months ago

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Word count- 1066

TW- choking, talk of k!ling, Sorta NSFW , obsessed JEGULUS! Based off of this post

A/N this may have gone out of my hands....it went in a direction I didn't intend TBH... But I still like it very much! Thank you SM @tenakiie for letting me do a microfic for it! I've been trying to find inspo for a writing thing and this was perfect! The art is absolutely lovely :))

Read below the cut!

Regulus let's his hands travel up James's chest, marveling at the way James arches up into his touch. The small gasp that leaves his lips makes regulus groan. He lets out a shaky breath, his chest feels tight with overwhelming emotion.

They had been laying there for a while now, lips touching hands roaming. The two talked and talked and then just laid beside the other.

But as Regulus laid there, thinking of their relationship and how James made him feel, he was angry he was overfilling with love and he couldn't get the thought that he wanted to hurt James. Just a little. Just a small bit of pain. How else could he get this pressure off of his chest but to pinch his arm, bite his shoulder? Maybe...wrap his hands around his neck and squeeze...just for a moment.

Which unsurprisingly is what Regulus ends up doing. He straddles James and loosely wraps his hands around his neck. He frowns down at James who just smiles up at him, eyes trusting and so so soft. It makes the itch harder to resist, he clenches his teeth.

"I want to kill you." He says it softly, says it without even realizing. It's too late to take back now, it's in the air and he's sure James heard it. They're too close to not have.

James rests his hands on Regulus' thighs, squeezes softly before replying

"I'm yours." He says softly "I'm all yours."

His eyes are soft, crinkled at the side, his smile dopey and warm. One hand slides up to his hip and he rubs his thumb comfortingly. Regulus tightens his hands slightly in response and leans down so they're face to face, mere inches apart, but James doesn't even flinch, just traces his eyes across Regulus' face.

"You could...if you wanted to." James whispers, his voice slightly hoarse because of the pale hands still putting pressure on his throat

Regulus tilts his head, he keeps eye contact with James and scoots forward before knocking their foreheads together

"Your friends would kill me if I did..." He says as if he would actually go through with it.

"No." James says his eyes suddenly dark

"I wouldn't let them."

Regulus almost laughs, he tightens his grip again, his thumbs pushing slightly against his Adams apple

"You wouldn't be there to stop them though..." He whispers

Biting his lip he watches James's face twitch, he's angry. Regulus licks his lips and sighs. He can feel James swallow beneath his fingertips, he watches closely as James struggles to speak for a moment.

"You won't be harmed....even if I have to come back from the fucking dead."

Regulus gasps and loosens his hold. Looking down at James, James watches him closely, he rubs a soothing hand up Regulus' back

"No one will touch you.." He says, his voice is thick and scratchy.

Regulus leans closer and tilts his head to the right, his eyes half lidded. Their noses touch, he can feel James's hot breath against his mouth.

"What about you?" He asks huskily

James grips regulus tightly for a moment, conflict briefly flashing in his eyes

"Not even me, not if you don't want me to." He says firmly

Regulus brushes his thumb against James's throat again

"And if I told you right now not to touch me?" He asks, curious to his answer

James let's his hands fall to the side, his breathing heavy and a frown on his face

"Then I won't."

Regulus swallows hard, his eyelashes fluttering

"if I said you never could again?" His voice is low and raspy

James heaves in breath after breath below him, trying to regain some air he must've lost

"If that's what you want love....that's what you'll have."

Regulus watches James' Adams apple bob up and down for a moment he rests his thumb there and almost grins when James stops breathing, stops moving all together.

"I'm going to kiss you now.." Regulus murmurs against James's lips.

He watches the way James's eyes dilate, he groans in the back of his throat.

"God please do-" he whimpers

Regulus leans down and kisses James, his unoccupied hand going to his messy hair and tugging lightly. James gasps and arches up a bit. Regulus grins against his lips and bites James's bottom lip before pulling back slightly.

He lets go and squeezes his hand around James's neck when he sees his bottom lip plump. James makes a small choking sound which makes Regulus immediately loosen his grip, afraid he might've hurt him

James shakes his head lightly, his hand jumping to Regulus' wrist, he pauses before their skin can touch, let's his hand hover for a moment before dropping it

"No...it's ok." He murmurs, his dark eyes staring up at regulus

Regulus tilts his head back and groans, he squeezes his thighs against James's side and let's his head fall back down

"You can touch me James" he whispers, his eyes still closed

James grips the back of Regulus' neck and pulls him down so they're chest to chest again

"I wouldn't be able to live without you. If you told me to never touch you, I wouldn't lay a finger on you baby. Just as long as I can see you, be near you...fuck just hearing your voice would be fine-"

He sucks a breath in, one hand gripping Regulus' hip

"I might not survive it...but if that's what you want...I'd cut my hands off to keep that promise."

Their lips brush against one another, regulus let's out a sigh before kissing James with all the overwhelming, all consuming feelings inside of him. James responds in kind, his hands gripping regulus and pulling him closer, closer,closer as if to weld them together. To have their body stuck together irreversibly.

Neither would mind, some days Regulus is sure he'd let James consume him entirely, pretending as if he hadn't already. They were both willing to do whatever the other wanted, willing to follow one another to the ends of the universe. Destined to intertwine and connect, to never be separated. It would be unkind, would be cruel to rip regulus away from James, to take away the very air he breathes. He would not survive it, Regulus would not live in a world where James wasn't his and vice versa.

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threecatsinacoat · 23 days ago

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Regulus having this sorta weird whore-madonna complex about Snape it's utterly hilarious to me.

Regulus absolutely in love with Severus, with his intelligence, his ability in magic, maybe even finding his not so bright and bitter personality somewhat endearing, fresh even for someone who runs in the pure blooded circles and everyone wears a veil of pretentiousness and fake politeness. He would admire the proficiency of Severus in potions and creating hexes/curses.

But at the same time I think Regulus would loathe Severus origins. Mind you, we are talking about the man who joined the DE willingly, had newspaper cuts of Voldemort in his room out of admiration and by any account of Sirius, fully believed in the pure blood supremacy. So while he would find Severus and his potential alluring, I also think he would feel repulsed of this attraction. Almost in a Frollo way of thinking "she is a lowly creature, a gypsy, a temptress. she must burn in hell for the sin of being what she is... but she should be mine, and my only to look and have. to nurture me and put on a pedestal only I can reach"

Regulus would put minimum effort on defending him from any harassment made by other slytherins unless he has deemed it too excessive. He would probably be more defensive if he sees Sirius around Severus, no doubt, both to spite him and to mark territory.

So for Reggie, Severus would be this person he almost puts on a pedestal for his brilliance that one should touch, only to degrade him and get off on the idea of Severus accepting he is lower than him. So no one should touch Severus... But him"

Meanwhile Severus here always being on guard and defensive because he can't seem to get a rest by the Black family. It's either Sirius harassing him just because the git is bored and doesn't seem to find a better thing to do than bully him with his gang of brutes or it's Regulus with his weird... whatever the fuck he is trying to accomplish here by always keeping an eye on him.

I just, need Reggie to reflect that he was a Black too you know? To show that him growing up as a favorite did shape his mind and beliefs a lot different than his brother's

#snegulus #waterprince #princewater

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bradleysass · 5 months ago

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The Snare of the Stag - @leeny-leens - word count: 542 - Sorta Starchaser in the making

Regulus Black always felt like he was being watched. Not just by the oppressive eyes of his family, or the judgmental stares of Hogwarts students who whispered about his ties to the Dark Arts. No, this was something different.

Something sharper. Hungrier.

James Potter.

It started in fifth year. Regulus didn’t notice at first; James was too busy making a fool of himself, trailing after Lily Evans like a lost puppy. But there were moments—small ones—that began to set Regulus on edge. A glance that lingered too long. A smirk that seemed too sharp when their eyes met in the halls. James, normally loud and brash, would grow unnervingly quiet when Regulus entered the room, as though cataloging every detail of his movements.

By sixth year, it became undeniable.

James would corner him in forgotten corridors under the guise of mischief. He’d laugh, play it off as harmless fun, but his eyes betrayed him. They glinted with a mania Regulus couldn’t quite place—a predatory intensity that sent shivers down his spine.

One night, it escalated.

Regulus was heading back to the Slytherin dorms after a late Quidditch practice when he heard footsteps behind him. He quickened his pace, but the footsteps matched his rhythm, echoing through the empty corridors like a heartbeat.

“Black,” came James’s voice, soft but commanding.

Regulus stopped, turning slowly. James stood a few feet away, his wand loosely held in one hand. His glasses were askew, and his usually neat hair looked more disheveled than usual, as though he’d been running his hands through it compulsively.

“What do you want, Potter?” Regulus asked, his voice cold and clipped.

James didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he stepped closer, his head tilting like a predator examining its prey.

“You’re fascinating, you know that?” James said, his voice low and almost reverent. “So much like Sirius, but… quieter. Sharper. Like you’re hiding something.”

Regulus stiffened. “Stay away from me.”

James laughed, but it wasn’t his usual carefree sound. It was darker, jagged.

“Why?” James asked, stepping closer. “Because you’re afraid I’ll figure you out? Afraid I’ll see what you’re really like?”

“And what exactly do you think I’m like?” Regulus shot back, his wand slipping into his hand.

James’s smile widened, but his eyes remained unhinged. “Like me,” he whispered.

The words sent a chill down Regulus’s spine. He took a step back, his grip on his wand tightening, but James was faster. In an instant, he had Regulus pinned against the cold stone wall, their faces inches apart.

“You think I don’t see it?” James hissed, his voice trembling with intensity. “The way you carry yourself, like you’re above everyone else. Like you don’t care. But you do. You care too much. Just like I do.”

“You’re insane,” Regulus spat, struggling against James’s grip.

James only laughed again, the sound echoing in the empty corridor. “Maybe I am,” he said, his voice softening. “But you… you’re the only one who gets it. Who gets me.”

Regulus stared at him, his heart pounding in his chest. For the first time, he saw James Potter not as the arrogant Gryffindor everyone adored, but as something far darker. And in that moment, he realized he might not be able to escape.

#marauders #jegulus #starchaser #sunseeker #regulus black #james potter #sunwater #microfic #tsots

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sommerregenjuniluft · 1 year ago

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@jegulus-microfic april 5 - slap - 1233 words - NSFW cw: spanking

for @persimminos & @messymoony & @stagpdf may the virgin!james adventures begin

“Mmn,” James makes, mouth full of cunt, eyes rolling into the back of his head at the way Regulus’ thighs start shaking.

He’s moaning into the pillow his face is shoved into, toes curling.

And James can only agree, another noice rumbling through him when Regulus twitches harshly. It’s just that Regulus tastes so goddamn amazing, and he’s been letting James do this for two consecutive orgasms now so it’s admittedly a little hard for James to keep a straight head with the way his cock is throbbing with neglect and the urge to cum. He licks a straight path from Regulus’ little cock to his entrance going farther even and sucking at the furled skin of his hole too.

“Don’t stop,” Regulus pants, swinging one arm back to grab James by his hair and drag him back down.

Shoving his face right back between slick folds, smushing James’ glasses against his face, nose pressed in there too, no way of getting air and by god James didn’t know but suddenly he wishes he would black out from this.

It’s been glorious upon glorious revelation for James ever since Regulus first initiated more than kissing between the two of them. For example finding out about his basically non-existent refractory period, about how a few well placed words and kisses on James’ pecs and stimulation to his nipples paired with a single finger stroking up and down his cock can make him cum. And apparently that he’d die a happy man if only with Regulus’ cock in his mouth.

He’s digging his fingers so hard into the soft give of Regulus’ thighs that James is pretty sure he will leave bruises. And that’s another thing on the list apparently, now that he thinks of it. Leaving Regulus in shades of purple and red and blue, leaving his mark on Regulus. James makes a mental note to ask him how he feels about hickeys later.

For now James keeps gripping and kneading the flesh, suddenly plagued with the urge to smack his palm flat against Regulus’ ass. God, he wants to hit Regulus. The prospect is exciting yet James recoils a little at how naturally it comes to him, something so animalistic. Yet. Regulus might actually like it…given how he’d explained to James earlier that he relishes in the sting of soreness, in the overwhelming feeling of being stretched to the brim and fucked until he thinks his insides might bruise.

James helplessly groans against Regulus slit.

Soon enough Regulus’ noises grow an edge, back arching impossibly and tugging so hard on James’ roots it stings and then Regulus shudders through yet another orgasm.

Once they’re laying down next to each other, limps loosely entangled and breathing slowly mellowing out, James approaches the subject.

“Um, Reg,” he gnaws on his bottom lip.

Regulus hums in response, eyes closed, face still flushed sexily.

James takes a deep breath, reminding himself that Regulus had reprimanded him to ask about anything he wanted to know or try. “Earlier there, um, I think I wanted to sorta slap your ass.”

Regulus’ eyelashes flutter open prettily, grey eyes fixing James in an instant and making his breath hitch. He purses his mouth a little, regarding James with intense curiosity. His voice is a little husky from too much use when he speaks up, “Wanna try it?”

“Y-yeah,” James nods, finding himself even more eager than usual.

A small grin plays with Regulus’ mouth and James is momentarily enraptured by the tip of a sharp canine digging into his lower lip before Regulus arches one brow.

“Oh, right now?”

“No time like the present,” Regulus purrs, hiking one of his legs higher up and wiggling his bum.

James cock kicks where he’s still hard and heavy against his stomach. He nods, “Mh, right, yes.”

He goes to sit up but Regulus interrupts. “Wait, sit up against the headboard a little.”

James pliantly does as told, scooting up and placing a pillow between his back and the cool wood.

“Mm, perfect,” Regulus murmurs, giving him a quick kiss before he leans over his lap and lets his crotch rest right against James’ thighs, his ass now literally right in front of James’ nose. When James doesn’t do anything for a few moments too long Regulus twists his head in his crossed arms, cheek squishing adorably and cutting James a look that says Today, perhaps?

James swallows, chest fluttering with nerves and spine tingling with…something else. Sometimes he gets the urge to just bite Regulus. Like, very fucking hard. He takes a deep breath. James doesn’t want to overdo it right on the first hit.

He draws his hand up, gaze flitting back to Regulus who holds the eye contact reassuringly and gives him a tiny nod, mischief sparkling in his eyes and smirk toying with the corner of his mouth. It gives James the needed confidence to let his hand come down quickly. There’s little force behind it, it’s almost gentle, like you would swat the fingers of your loved one away from a plate of too hot cookies but it felt good, to feel the pert flesh react under his palm.

James warily glances Regulus’ way again who, bless him, sends James another encouraging nod. “That was totally okay, baby. You can definitely go harder. If that’s what you want.”

It goes straight to James’ cock, twitching where it was resting against Regulus’ hip. “Harder?” he chokes, clearing his throat violently and fingers clenching involuntarily against Regulus’ ass. James already feels delirious with the mere suggestion. “Fuck, baby,” he groans, “You sure?”

“Yeah,” Regulus nods confidently, tilting his neck, shoulder blades rolling enticingly, “I can take it, Jamie.”

James makes a noise he’s not quite sure is human and then sucks in a stuttering breath, lifting his hand again. The next smack is decidedly harder. His palm lands right against the meat of his cheek with a resounding sound, skin immediately warming and when James takes it away he leaves behind a beautiful faintly red spot. James could cry right now.

“Oh, fuck- fuck,” his eyes snap to Regulus, watching this one lick over his lips, parted once more and eyes already lidded again. “Baby. Baby, fuck, can– Please, please can I do this again? I’m– fuck.”

“Yeah,” Regulus breathes, nodding slowly, “Like it. More.”

“Oh, god,” James thinks he curses something in Spanish but then he’s already swinging down again, aiming for the same spot and marvelling at the way the pale skin flushes in an instant.

James kind of loses count after the first 5 hits on each cheek. He only knows the way Regulus grows increasingly louder again, breath hitching into gasps and moaning into the crook of his arm, crossing his ankles and arching his back more as James starts drooling pre cum down to add milky white to the mess of red and barely there purple that’s making James’ head spin.

At one point Regulus orders James to stop for a minute as he lifts slowly, groaning, only to reposition and lay down again but this time with James’ cock trapped between his thighs, right against his wet entrance.

Now, whenever James’ hits land, he feels Regulus clench around him. Feels him twitch and squirm around his cock restlessly until James cums with a stuttering groan and a breathless laugh all over Regulus’ marvellously mottled skin.

#jirgin #virgin!james #james exploring kinks my beloved<3 #special mentions to ino and also mar and cass because they are so co-parents to this baby #jegulus #jegulus microfic #starchaser #james potter x regulus black #sunseeker #trans regulus #regulus black x james potter #regulus black #james potter #lune’s tiny fic

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