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twovialsofamortentia · 1 day ago
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sneaking away with james when you’re short on time shows you how lucky you really are. ❤️‍🔥🪞
🎧 i was made for lovin’ you- kiss
warnings: smut 18+, MDNI, unprotected sex, dacryphillia (crying), rough sex, james being a sex god (canon), sirius having impeccable comedic timing, everyone is 18+, literally just porn with no plot. i didn’t even attempt plot. it’s just porn.
“Do we have time?” you asked sarcastically, angling your face towards the full length mirror so that you could see where you were shoving your earrings. Even so, you ended up just haphazardly stabbing your earlobes around the piercing, because you were distracted by the sight of James coming up behind you.
You were stood in the common room trying to smoke a cigarette, put your jewellery on and have a cup of tea all at the same time before you headed into Hogsmeade. The plan remained as it always was on a sunny Saturday- set up shop in The Three Broomsticks, and stay there until you tapped out, or one of the boys did something stupid and got you thrown out.
For the time being, however, James was ogling your reflection, and you could tell what he wanted by the way he was staring.
“I can make it work.”
“We have to leave in ten minutes.”
James laughed silently, his gaze locked onto the sight of you struggling with your earrings. He took another step towards you, reaching out to graze his right hand over your hip, pulling you back towards him.
"You don’t think I can make you feel good in ten minutes?” he mused, and you could hear the sarcasm oozing from his voice as he lowered his lips to your ear so no one else could hear. It was mostly unnecessary- sure, there were a few people on the other side of the common room; and Remus was sat in front of the fire trying to teach Sirius how to turn a green apple into a red one- but James was just doing it to tease you. Speeding up the process.
In his defence? It worked. You dragged James up the stairs to his empty dorm without another word.
He caught you around the waist as you both stumbled into the dorm, making sure to slam the door behind you before backing you up against it- a little warning to everyone else not to come in, since you’d both left your wands in the common room so you couldn’t lock the door.
“Get this fucking thing off of me.” you insisted, pulling aimlessly at your dress.
James reached down and grabbed your hips, pulling you flush against him into a deep kiss, before running a hand up your back to drag the zip of your dress back down. Muggle clothes. James hated how complicated they were.
You wriggled hastily out of your dress and stepped out of it, leaving it in a heap on the floor as you walked James backwards towards his bed.
“Ten minutes,” you breathed as you walked slowly towards him, eyes fixed onto his as you unclipped your bra and threw it away onto the floor. “If you can make me come in ten minutes, I’ll fuck you in the bathroom of the pub.”
“Oh, fuck.” James groaned, pulling you down and kissing you again, hard, a hand snaking up into your hair, tugging gently (for now) at the roots. He trailed his lips lightly over your skin, kissing along your throat and collarbone.
He bit down in the place where your neck met your collar, and his hands gripped your thighs tight enough to leave fingertip bruises, holding you down as he snapped his hips up towards yours. You felt him through the fabric of your clothes- your underwear, James’ jeans, and the friction against your core was making you squirm.
Your eyes fluttered shut at the feeling, and you found yourself rushing to tear off any remaining clothes that were in your way. You couldn’t handle the feeling of being so close, yet so far, so you reached down to pull your underwear to one side, sinking down on top of James with a gasp.
“Fuck!” he hissed, his breath hot against your skin. His hands gripped your thighs for dear life as you slid down onto him, and he sucked in a sharp breath of air as he slipped smoothly inside you.
James kissed along your jaw, running his tongue along the soft skin. “S’ a good thing-” he gasped out as he felt you lift yourself up on his dick. “Good thing we’ve only got ten minutes,”
“Huh? Why?”
James’ breath was ragged, and he couldn’t help rocking his hips forward ever so slightly, the pressure driving him mad. It was taking all of his self-restraint not to just flip you face down and drill you into the bed.
“Cus I’m not gonna last long when you look like that.”
It was things like that which cemented your confidence in the fact that James could fuck you right in ten minutes. If he kept saying things so amazingly filthy to you, he could probably do it twice.
You let a breathy laugh escape you at his words, tilting your head to one side as you started to drive your hips back and forth. You draped one arm over James’ shoulder to steady yourself, palm splayed out against his back.
James groaned, loud and needy, his grip now on your hips, tight as a vice, as he helped to guide you down over him. His breathing was ragged, and his head fell backwards as he let out another strangled sound.
“Oh, love. So fucking-” James sighed, his hand tangling even further into your hair to pull your head back slightly. “-Fucking gorgeous. Feels so good.”
You knew James well. You always had. That meant you knew he had a habit of sneaking away with girls before you got together. You knew he was a flirt. That all he had to do was look at someone and they were folding for him. You knew that the things he said to you left you weak in the knees. You knew how other girls who had slept with him spoke about him.
You knew he could make you come, too. You knew that when James fucked you, it was sweet. Slow. Full of praises and tender kisses. And you still got off, first, every single time.
What you didn’t know, however, despite all evidence suggesting that you probably should have, was that when he wanted to, James fucked like a pornstar. You were just now finding that out.
“Fuck!” you gasped, leaning your head on James’ shoulder while he held your hips to guide you up and down. “Oh, fuck-”
He could feel himself coming apart underneath you, and he knew exactly what you were doing to him. James lifted his head up slightly, pulling his hand from your hips so that he could grip your chin, forcing you to look at him.
His gaze was intense, and he made sure to look into your eyes as he held your face, squishing your cheeks together.
“You’re so beautiful,” he told you, his voice gravelly. heavy. “So gorgeous, darling, you’re killing me.”
“Yeah,” you replied, although it came out as less of a question and more of an admission, but you didn’t really mind.
You’d had sex before, sure. You had fucked James before. So many times that you had lost count. This, however, was something else entirely. It was like you were finally realising why people fucked to release the tension between them.
You understood the saying, now, because you knew James loved you, deeply, but he was fucking you like he hated your guts.
James moved his hand from your jaw to your hair again, pulling you down and forcing your mouth against his, kissing you roughly. Hard enough to make your jaw ache. One of his hands slid down to wrap around your waist, holding you against him. He started jerking his hips up faster and harder, grinding into you in a way that was less like rolling his hips and more like trying to fuck up into you himself, so you didn’t have to do any of the work.
“James,” you hissed, feeling your resolve run further and further away from you, and you were out of breath from chasing it. “I can’t- please-“
Hearing you plead was almost his undoing, and James pulled away from your lips, moving on to your chest and running his tongue flat over your nipple, leaving his spit there. Just to make you shiver.
He nodded at your rambling, breathing heavily, the words falling out of his mouth coming out more like ragged moans. Like he was in pain, desperate for something. “Yeah, s’okay, darling, fuck-”
“Fuck, I can’t, I can’t, James I’m gonna- fuck!” you cried, finding yourself feeling less and less able to hold yourself up. You clung to James’ arms desperately, nails digging into his biceps and dropping your head forwards onto his shoulder again, breathing heavily against his skin.
“I know, I know,” he babbled, his words coming out in short, sharp gasps.
You were so overwhelmed that you felt your eyes sting with tears, something that had never happened before. You rambled incoherently, trying very hard not to scream considering you had no silencing charm.
James was still murmuring incorrectly, quiet and heavy into your shoulder. “Fuck, darling, angel, I love you.”
“I love you.” you echoed, looking down at James as you sat up straight, still teary from a combination of pleasure and exhaustion. Your vision was hazy, and so was your mind, clouded only with thoughts about how close you were. “I love you, I love you.”
James was breathless, and the way you looked at him, gazing down into his eyes as you rode him like a rodeo bull, was driving him insane.
His hands were on your hips again as he fucked faster up against you, and he felt like he’d never be close enough, no matter how deep of a spot he was hitting.
“Fuck,” he gasped out, and he could feel himself getting close. He reached down between the two of you and found your clit, rubbing circles over it with his thumb. “That’s it, fuck, m’gonna-”
As if you had been knocked unconscious, your vision went like static, and you had to bite down, hard, on James’ shoulder to stop yourself from screaming as you came.
Your legs twitched, and your hips stuttered forward as you cried into James’ shoulder. “Fuck!”
James’ jaw dropped as he watched you come undone on top of him, and that did it for him, too. He snapped his hips up against you once more, and you felt a rush of warmth shoot through you, making you twitch again. He panted your name a few times as he rode out his own orgasm. His entire body was trembling, and he almost couldn’t get his breath back.
James wasn’t sure he’d ever came so hard in his life.
It took a moment before he managed to get his bearings, lifting his head up to look at you, his eyes wide, like he was still trying to process what had just happened.
You looked like a mess, totally boneless, slumped against James, covered in bruises and your hair a complete bird’s nest, tears staining your cheeks.
“Oh, darling.” James said, voice hoarse as he reached up and tilted your face down to meet your gaze, studying your expression. “Are you okay?”
You nodded, reaching up to wipe your tears with the back of your hand, suddenly feeling very stupid for being fucked so hard that you cried. James didn’t think it was stupid. James thought it was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.
As soon as you had calmed down, you felt another jolt of adrenaline from the sound of someone pounding on the door.
“What are you doing to the poor girl in there, Prongs?!” came Sirius’ voice from the other side of the door. “We’re all waiting for you!”
James groaned, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his head against your chest. “Tell him to piss off,” he said, his voice muffled.
“James says piss off!”
“Is he holding you hostage or something?!”
“Piss off!” James called, flopping back onto the bed.
“Let down your hair out the window, love, someone’ll be up in a minute!”
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allonsy-moony · 10 hours ago
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Regulus Black, Barty Crouch Jr, Evan Rosier
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equippedtolove · 8 hours ago
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sirius is ambidextrous and double jointed and can do weird things with his body (that tongue thing, bend all his fingers back, etc etc)
remus can crack literally any joint on command
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dorasoracle · 2 days ago
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' silver has always been werewolf's weakness ' sirius' eyes and remus.
' mercury was always the closest to the sun ' regulus' eyes and james.
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sunseekerchild · 1 day ago
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Incorrect quotes based on my friend group.
Regulus: I resign. I’ll just tell Sirius someone beat me up.
Remus, staring at the very obvious giant hickey on Regulus’ neck: Yeah, no. Come here before he commits a murder.
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regulusseolar · 2 days ago
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what if i start to hc the black family as french/mexican. because of this there definitely some colorism of what the perfect image for the family should look like.
walburga out of her siblings is the only one that ends up with a light brown skin tone. this makes the family and other pureblooded families underestimate her. and while she probably already facing challenges as a woman in the black family, she really does try to conform in ways. she tries to excel in her studies, she tries to follow the family customs, and even avoiding the sun to try to minimize any sort of tanning.
i think she quickly learnt that no matter how much she tried it was never enough. she just felt so stuck. even if she tried to rebel, she had nothing to lean back on, and she already sacrificed so much of herself. so what was the point?
when they paired her with orion, they had hoped that with his pale complexion their kids would come out the same. so when sirius came, she felt a relief when she saw the pale tone. he was the perfect heir the family was hoping for to pass the black name. but when regulus was born, he ended up with the same complexion as walburga.
as regulus and sirius grew up, the difference of how they were treated did not pass by regulus. walburga watched as parallels of her child self and gave him the harsh reality. he was going to have to try harder. he was going to have to try to be the best at nearly everything. he needed to mold himself into the perfect black image (or as perfect as it can be). with all that, he also needed to learn it will likely never be enough.
this is what causes the the slow growing barrier between him and sirius as the time passes. especially with how sirius rebels so much. despite how much sirius outcasted himself in the family, he was still given some leeway in hopes he’d grow out of it. all regulus could see is how everything was basically handed to him on a silver platter and he was wasting it. even if deep down he knew that there is so much wrong with their family, it still hits him. it’s those moments when he truly understood their mother. she especially sacrificed so much for them. for regulus. so when sirius asked him to run away with him, he couldn’t stomach it. he couldn’t throw all of the his hard work. and most importantly, he felt as though he couldn’t leave walburga behind after all she went through.
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rogata453 · 2 days ago
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For his whole life, Sirius didn’t belong anywhere. He was a Black, but his family hated him. He was Regulus’ brother, but only for 10 years. He was like a son to Effie and Fleamont, but their blood didn’t run in his veins. He was like a brother to James, but they didn’t grow up together. He was a Marauder, but he betrayed them by telling Snape about Remus’ secret. He was a member of the Order, but he heard whispers: “He’s a Black, he can’t be trusted.” He was Harry’s godfather, but never got to really know him or live with him. He was Remus' soulmate, but that didn't stop him from believing that Sirius was the traitor.
Sirius was never enough of a Black for his family, but to everyone else, he was always seen as one.
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eweexiy · 4 months ago
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*the black brothers gossiping in french*
sirius: who's the hottest guy in school?
regulus: my james, of course.
sirius: no, you're dating him, it doesn't count-
regulus: your boyfriend.
sirius: WHAT-
*regulus looks slyly at lupin and grins*
*remus and james, who don't speak french, look at each other nervously and uncomprehendingly*
black brothers; wolfstar; jegulus;
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lovesickmarauders · 2 months ago
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Rip remus lupin you would've loved googling your point to prove you were right
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starlittragedies · 6 months ago
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a lot of people tended to say that sirius and regulus looked alike, but the marauders and their friends never quite believed it. they looked much to different with one brother being so expressive with his facial features and the other wearing a mask that never slips.
it wasn’t until one day when barty had managed to convince regulus to pull a cute little joke on evan which then led to evan chasing them down the halls of hogwarts with nothing but murder on his mind. while running they managed to run into the posse of gryffindors as well as dorcas who was with them, and while passing, the group (bar dorcas) had to do a double take because the boy that had just passed them with a mischievous smile plastered on his face looked just like sirius.
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moonlitkihu · 7 months ago
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Remus: Do you wanna know how to make an idiot say how?
Sirius: How?
James and Remus dying and wheezing
Sirius ‘still doesn’t get it’ Black: HOW??!
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equippedtolove · 1 day ago
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azkaban sirius would so have 'i can fix him' edits on tik tok.
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dorasoracle · 2 days ago
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imagine flying trapeze regulus black just imagine
he is a famous trapeze artist under an art name ( IM THINKING IT IS ICARUS BUT THIS IS NOT IMPORTANT ) .
He works in a circus called ' Oracle's Carnival ' ( there Barty is a Illusionist, Pandora a contortionist , Evan is also a trapeze artist, and Dorcas is the director ) , and one day sirius with the rest of the marauders go to see the show and HE RECOGNISES HIS BROTHER. FLYING IN FRONT OF HIM.
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sunseekerchild · 6 months ago
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Dorcas: I sleep with a knife under my pillow.
Barty: weak, I sleep with two.
James: you're both pathetic.
Barty: oh yeah? and what do you sleep with?
James: Regulus.
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regulusseolar · 3 days ago
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current wip of regulus from my fic idea that i want to write.
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