#sunseeker smut

[lexithwrites]

—jegulus kinktober day 1.

deepthroating.

|| or, james get's on his knees to give regulus the biggest hit of gender euphoria yet.

1,333 words | explicit | trans regulus | submissive james | established relationship | established consent/safe words | @jeguluskinktoberr

read on ao3.

[accio-sriracha]

James loved Regulus in the most sensual fucking way possible.

James loved the way his name fell from Regulus' lips, the way his eyes closed and his mouth parted automatically when James tilted up his chin.

He loved when Regulus moaned into a kiss. Or when Regulus pulled a pillow over his face to muffle the sounds, or when he would bite James' shoulder to keep from making any noise. Or when they used a silencing charm and he made a lot of noise.

James loved everything about Regulus, his coy smile that turned soft when James placed a kiss on the tip of his nose, his always accessing eyes that turned half-lidded and unfocused whenever James touched him.

He loved the way Regulus seemed to melt into his arms, like it was physically difficult to hold himself up.

Because Merlin did James love to hold Regulus up.

He loved to hold him by his hair... by his legs wrapped around James' waist... by his throat... by his chest when James took him from behind-

James loved Regulus' hands, how long and slender his fingers were, his perfectly shaped nails that were always coated in black polish. He loved the way his hands wrapped around James. How his fingers looked pressing into the bed sheets.

He loved how his knuckles turned white from their grip on the rope that bound his wrists together. And gods would he spend hours staring at the marks his nails would leave on James' back.

James loved his scent, the way he smelled drove James feral. Sometimes it was deep and musky, the smell of sweat and dirt from quidditch practice that always meant Regulus' muscles were sore. (Which James had no problem helping him relax.)

Sometimes his scent was sweet and delicate, the smell of the perfume James had given him as a gift, it usually meant they were going someplace nice, (And James still had no problem tearing off those expensive clothes the moment they locked the door behind them)

Sometimes he smelled clean, like soap and coconut shampoo, this was usually straight after a shower, which meant James was most likely about to get very lucky.

James loved everything about him. The way he walked, hips swaying and chin held high. He loved the way he talked, no-nonsense in public but sexy and low in James' ear. He loved the way he dressed, always so fashionable and particular, leaving the more revealing clothes for James' eyes only.

James loved everything about Regulus.

And you would be greatly mislead to believe Regulus wasn't basking in every single second of his attention.

[here-am-i-sitting-in-a-tin-can]

Sirius, after catching Regulus and James snogging: This is incest!

James: No, it’s not!

Sirius: Yes, it is!

Regulus: We’re not related!

Sirius: And that makes it okay?

Regulus: Well, it makes it not incest!

[ricochetyears]

thinking a lot about james and trans!reg having sex on a windowsill at the potter’s house and regulus trying to stay quiet but james smells like heaven and his tongue between his legs is stroking him just right

(i think i’m about to write a oneshot on ao3 and probably make james hispanic…)

[sommerregenjuniluft]

@jegulus-microfic june 5th — more — 1108words — cw: reg has some pretty explicit dirty fantasies for a moment or two for @honeybcj and all the other james dad bod enjoyers out there<3

Regulus is sitting in his lifeguard chair, eyes trained on the long pool where people are swimming their laps. Nevermind he isn’t even on shift. Over the last few weeks Regulus has signed himself up for more shifts than ever, much to the surprise of their staff manager. Pandora too. They’ve stocked up on sunscreen and went shopping for new cute swimwear and then devoted their last college summer to spending every minute in the presence of piss covered ground, soggy fries and chlorine smelling air.

All for the sole purpose of making eyes at a beautiful couple and their toddler half the day. Or, not-couple, as Pandora has found out in passing, much to both their delight. The parents of little Harry are divorced, or not together anymore, but they still seem to get along well enough, regularly meeting up to come here and spend their days in the water. Lily, a gorgeous redhead with bright eyes and a sweet smile that occasionally makes Pandora squirm in her place and redden in the cheeks more fiercely than any sunburn. 

And then there’s James. Tall, dark haired, in his mid to end twenties, always grinning, tanned, insanely sexy and funny James. 

The sun is already low now and Lily and Harry have already gone home. On the days James doesn’t take the toddler home with him, he often stays a little longer to get some swimming in. Or just to take a nap on one of the chairs, molten popsicle dripping down and into the hairs on his stomach. His belly rising and falling in regular intervals, full lips parted, dark mob of hair a downright mess and the legs of his bathing shorts hiked so far up it should be forbidden.

The white fabric of it is drenched when James heaves himself out of the pool and shakes out his sopping hair.

Regulus’ eyes follow greedily as the older man picks up his towel and dries himself off. James rummages for his water bottle and then tips his head back and gulps. His throat is bobbing and he’s so overly enthusiastic with it that something dribbles out at the sides and along his neck. Regulus feels himself stir in his own swim shorts and he absently gnaws on his lower lip.

He has already perfectly well resigned himself to the fact that he will be an admirer from afar because how do you even walk up to a young dad and tell him you’d very much like to find out just how much of a daddy he is without overstepping multiple boundaries.

That is before Regulus gets pulled from his perverse thoughts of getting fucked deep into the mattress and stubble burn on his jaw and licking over a nipple circled by chest hair when suddenly said object of his fantasies is walking up to him, eyes squinting against the sun.

He comes to a stop in front of Regulus’ high stool and wraps his hand around the ladder railing next to Regulus’ leg, his shoulder muscle bunching deliciously. 

Regulus’ brain is currently projecting an Error404.

“Hi, sorry for disturbing you,” James says with a warm smile. To Regulus. The hot dad is talking to Regulus. “You can totally say No I was just thinking I should reapply,” he waves the bottle of sunscreen in his big hand, “and I need someone to get my back.”

Regulus just gawks, unable to form a coherent thought. There’s a dark mole right over James’ thick left eyebrow and Regulus wants to kiss it. His nose is a little crooked and his stubble looks so obscene from up close Regulus can’t help but imagine what it would feel like against the inside of his thigh, the crease of his ass.

James’ eyebrows raise and he frowns mildly, “You don’t have to, of course. I can ask someone else, it’s no iss—”

“No,” Regulus blurts, probably too quickly. He licks his lips. “I’ll do it,” he offers, his voice cracking embarrassingly, before clambering down his chair. Heat crawls up into Regulus’ cheeks and down his collarbones and he clears his throat.

A gust of realization flits over James’ face and then he grins, shamelessly. Regulus swallows. “Oh, so you’re the cute College kid Lily told me was ogling me.”

Regulus makes a panicked noise in the back of his throat, sputtering slightly.

“You really are pretty,” James murmurs, ducking closer. “I wear glasses usually, ’m sorta blind without them, really. It’s lovely getting to see you up close finally.”

“Oh,” Regulus nods, dumbly.

“What’s your name, love?”

“Regulus.”

James hums, repeating his name, slowly letting it roll over his tongue and Regulus shivers.

“I’m James by the way.”

Regulus nods again but he knew that already.

“So,” James cocks his head, “I was promised a slathering of sunscreen?”

And Regulus does just that. He lets James squirt the cool, milky white fluid on his hands and then begins rubbing it into tan skin. James is warm and sturdy under his fingers and when Regulus gets to his neck, adorned by a thin, golden chain, James lets his head loll to the side with a groan. Regulus has to work hard not to let his cock react to it.

When James turns around he has his lower lip trapped between his teeth and is watching Regulus with lidded eyes. There’s still some residue on Regulus’ palms and when James sees that, he takes his wrists slowly and brings his hands down over his bicep as well. 

Regulus is pretty sure he just sighed a little too loudly but he’s too transfixed to care. 

James hums once Regulus is done. “Thank you,” he says, tucking one of Regulus’ curls back. “I’ll let you get back to your shift then,” James mumbles, voice low and playful, “Wouldn’t want to distract you from saving lifes.”

“I’m not on shift,” Regulus replies, stupidly, basically exposing himself. He needs to get a grip.

A happy smile spreads over James’ face, “Well, then why don’t you come join me so I can keep looking at you without my glasses from up close?”

Regulus hesitates for a moment, dumbfounded by the amount of active flirting and compliments.

“I’ll share my fruit and you can tell me all about your courses and that blonde friend of yours that seems to have a thing for Harry’s mum,” James winks.

A small laugh tumbles out of Regulus, “Yeah, she’s ridiculously down bad for Lily.” 

“Oh, people who live in glass houses, love…” James smirks, starting for his spot next to the pool.

Regulus blushes a deep pink as he follows behind him.

[rottin6]

mdni. 18+ | pornstar jegulus.

“m’gonna make you a star.”

james adjusts the lens of his camera, zooming in on the new boy’s lips, catching the way he darts his tongue out to taste the gloss. the younger boy nervously giggles underneath him, resting back on the bed on his elbows, batting his eyelashes. james’ eyes are wide above him, a wide grin on his face. “gonna make you a real fuckin’ star.” he repeats, his knee lowering down on the bed as he positions the camera right, grabbing the other boy by his jaw. “look here, sweets, ‘n’ tell us your name and age, hm?”

regulus bites down on his lower lip, his eyes low as he looks into the camera, taking a sneaking glance at the man behind the camera. he runs his hands over his body, his fingers rubbing at his nipples, “well, uh, you can call me baby.” he licks his lips once more, relishing under the camera and the eyes of the man behind. “and i’m nineteen.” he seals with a little kiss at the camera, gulping nervously.

“nineteen, is that right?” james mutters with a light shake of his head. “just a fuckin’ baby, aren’t you?” he kneels further down on the bed, his hand coming into the view of the camera as his fingers reach out for regulus’ throat, wrapping around and pushing him down off his elbows. the camera zooms in on his nipples, following his fingers that play with the piercings then move to the silver pendant that hangs off a chain around his neck. “so goddamn pretty.” james comments, not knowing if it’s for the camera or himself. 

the camera’s back on his face soon enough, james removing the grip he has on regulus’ throat and reaching up to stroke his cheek softly. he plunges his thumb into his mouth then, no warning given, and regulus takes it in. he sucks on it, his tongue licking all around for the camera but his eyes are on james. “good boy.” james murmurs before pulling his thumb out and lightly hitting the side of his face. “bend over f’me, yeah? show everyone what you’re hiding under these little shorts.”

regulus brings his finger to his mouth, wiping off the saliva with a slow nod. he turns over on the bed, hands reaching behind him to pull the thin fabric higher up his ass. he shows off the curve, his head buried in the pillow below him as he lets out a slight giggle. he hears a tut from behind him and james sucks in a breath, his hand slapping down on the flesh. “look how pretty he is.” he murmurs, his rough hand stroking over regulus’ shorts before pushing the fabric aside. “y’doing so good, baby, just gonna open you up, yeah?”

james angles the camera lens down at himself, his hand reaching into the waistband of his jeans while he balances the camera on his shoulder. he pulls out his thick cock and it makes a sloppy sound when it springs out. regulus releases a shaky breath, his back arching, preparing himself. “this your first time getting fucked on camera, pretty?” james murmurs, his hand slicking over his cock, pumping it a few times as he aligns it with regulus’ dripping hole. the younger boy nods, his nails digging into the bedsheets. “fuck—just, hold on, baby.” 

james holds the camera up, the only sound being the shitty air conditioning of the casting room and his heavy breathing. he bends slightly, spreading regulus’ asscheeks before grazing the tip of his thumb over the hole, not yet shoving it inside. instead, he circles over the area, rubbing it softly and then some more. he curses when the cloth of his shorts falls back and gets in the way so he pulls them off, prepping his cock now. he rubs over it a couple times, a coy smile on his lips when he sees regulus wiggle his hips for the camera. he lifts his cock, resting it on regulus’ back almost like a measurement to see how deep he’ll fit inside and he lets out a throaty chuckle. he holds the tip of his dick, watching through the lens, skimming over the boy’s dripping hole before forcing it inside. he lets out a low grunt when he hears regulus moan softly, watching the way his head falls further into the pillow, muffling his noises. 

“gonna make you a fuckin’ star, baby.” james huffs out, his thrusts increasing in pace as he lifts the camera when regulus looks behind, lips stretching into a teasing smile with his eyes all glossy.

[adharastarlight]

Tis The Season

Eight: Music

Jegulus smut with maybe... some plot? Sirius doesn't know (just like if you know me irl? you dont) about jegulus at all... anyway, there's a reason James always has his music on too loudly

“Turn the music down, James!”

The brunette heard his best friend's yell echo from across the hall but he wasn't listening. He was also one hundred percent sure that Sirius would rather hear the possibly too loud bass of his music than the noises his little brother was making.

“Sh-shit, Jamie, fuck,” Reg managed the words between gasped moans, nails digging into the older boy’s back.

He cursed, “that's it, baby, you're so fucking perfect.”

The younger whimpered, arching into him further and throwing his head back, exposing that beautiful neck. That neck he knew he wasn't meant to mark. But it was right there. It was taunting him. Regulus let out a gasped moan when his boyfriend started sucking and biting at his neck. He would've said something, that it was a bad idea maybe, if he wasn't slowly going insane with bliss. A slightly louder moan tore free from him, almost animalistic, when James reached between them to rub circles against his clit, slowly, faster, faster, fuck.

“So good for me, angel.” James grunted at the nails scratching down his back, his hips stuttering slightly, “I'm so close, fuck.”

“Jamie, merde.”

The brunette moaned into his neck, against the skin he'd probably bruised by now, cursing as his boyfriend came, clenching around him. His hips lost their rhythm as he came, pressing fleeting kisses against Reg's neck and shoulders and collar bones as he slowly lowered himself to lie on top of him.

Regulus let out a soft huff as the older man's weight pressed into him and reached up to card his fingers through his hair gently, “hi sweetheart.”

He smiled and reached over for the remote for the stereo, turning down the music and pressing a kiss to the other's temple, “you need to find a way to be quieter, angel.”

“We've music and you like it when I'm loud.”

“Sirius yelled for me to turn it down, he'll catch on at some point.”

“That's his problem, not mine.”

James laughed softly, “it'll be your problem when your boyfriend is hung drawn and quartered, my love.”

“He wouldn't hurt my boyfriend!”

“I mean in his defence, he has no idea-”

“...Stop making excellent points.” He kissed his nose and tugged on his hair gently, “I liked the new mixed tape.”

“I thought you would.”

Reg smiled, about to reply and ask when he'd made it, but a holler came up the steps again. Followed by impatient stomping on stairs.

“James! You arse! It's your bloody turn to cook dinner! What the fuck are you doing in here?” The handle of his room twisted but the door remained closed, the brunette muffling his laugh in his boyfriend's neck. “Why the fucking hell is your door locked? Prongs! Come and make dinner you arse!”

“Go.” The younger whispered it into his hair, shushing the protest he knew was coming, “I'm fine, my love, I'm great actually. I'll be even better if my brother doesn't come barging in here. Go on.”

“Prongs!”

“Coming, I'm coming! Chill, Pads.” He pulled away reluctantly and kissed the figure smiling under him before rolling out of the bed and tugging on his boxers and joggers. He chuckled softly when his boyfriend lobbed his tee at him, lowering his voice to a whisper, “what's this for?”

Regulus grinned and tugged the duvet over himself, “you've scratches.”

“You're such a cat.”

“And you're such a stag, now shoo.”

The older boy scoffed and tugged on the tee before slipping out of his door, making sure it closed behind him before his best mate could look in, “you're very impatient, Pads.”

Sirius scanned him curiously, but merely shrugged and started walking downstairs, “what were you even doing? You're all flushed.”

“Pull-ups, sorry about the music, didn't realise how loud it was when I was in the moment.”

“It's alright, you're lucky Reggie doesn't mind that kind of music.”

“Yeah, really lucky.” He smiled to himself and clapped his mate on the back, “right, what d'you want for dinner?

***

“Reg!!! It's dinner!”

Regulus groaned at his brother's holler and rolled out of the bed he'd buried himself back into after his quick shower. He grabbed his shirt from the side and cursed under his breath at the state of it. They'd maybe been a little frantic to get the clothes off earlier.

“Regulus!”

“I'm coming you grumpy old dog!” He called back, reaching into his boyfriend's wardrobe for one of his tees which fell just above his knees, foregoing his boxers and trousers because… making said boyfriend suffer was awfully good fun.

James looked up as the younger boy walked into the lounge and almost choked. He also almost dragged him back up to his room. He was starving, but the plate in front of him had never looked so unappetising.

“Finally! What took you so long, étoile?”

He shrugged and settled into his spot, the one between James and the arm of the sofa. Which he honestly had made his, before he actually knew where the man who would become his boyfriend sat. He could feel the probably-not-subtle eyes running over him and smiled, “dinner looks good.”

His brother nodded and flopped into the armchair near them, picking up the remote, “I love mum and dad but I might love eating in front of the tv more.”

Regulus nodded and forced a shiver, tugging the blanket over himself and the brunette, “me too. It's far more relaxed.”

His boyfriend grinned at him and moved his hand to his inner thigh, brushing against where he'd expected to find boxers and stifling a groan by stuffing a mouthful of pasta into his mouth. He glanced at his best friend whose attention was affixed to the screen and dipped his hand between his thighs, brushing lightly against his clit.

“Oh, Reggie, Pandora called.”

He raised an eyebrow at his brother, ignoring the teasing touches as best as he could, “she did?”

“Yeah, asked about going to the city centre tomorrow, the library. I said you'd call if you couldn't go but otherwise meet her there at eleven.”

James waited for the moment his boyfriend opened his mouth to pinch his clit, just hard enough to elicit a sharp inhale.

“Oh, yeah, that's great. I'll definitely g-” he forced back a moan as a finger slipped into him, curling up to brush his gspot, “go-oh.”

Sirius glanced over at the stuttered word and furrowed his brows, “you okay, Reggie?”

“Yeah, yea-” he clenched his jaw when his boyfriend repeated the motion and had a sip of his water, smiling sheepishly at his brother, “hiccups, sorry.”

He shrugged and turned back to the tv. James waited a moment to ensure he wasn't going to turn back around and pushed a second finger into him, curling and stroking until he was fairly certain the it other's teeth were grinding together. He leaned over slightly, whispering against the shell of his ear, “so pretty and desperate for me, angel. In my shirt and nothing else. Practically begging me to fuck you, hm?”

Reg let out a quiet whimper, making sure his voice was just as quiet when he replied, “is this you - fuck - teaching me to be quiet?”

“Mm. You're doing so well, baby.”

“Fuck, Jamie, please.”

The brunette smirked and rubbed his thumb against his clit, moving his fingers just too slowly, “if you're quiet you can come whenever you want, angel.”

He bucked his hips into the contact slightly before nodding, biting his lip hard enough to draw the faintest blood to hold back a moan when his boyfriend sped up. His shoulders slumped into the sofa behind him as he focused on being quiet, only a quiet gasp leaving him when he came, head thrown back slightly, back arched up the tiniest amount.

James drew his hand back and waited until his boyfriend was looking at him to suck his fingers clean. He smirked at the almost silent whimper, mouthing ‘good boy’ and watching the younger boy crumble on the spot.

They were going to need louder music.

[veritas-scribblings]

complex - @jegulus-microfic - words: 856 [explicit / NSFW]

[warnings: breath-play | inspired by @lexithwrites's post]

They are good at this, James thinks. It’s like they were made for this, to fit together perfectly. Mirror images of one another. James is warm and open and bright like the sun where Regulus is distant and closed and shines in the dark. James is quick to love, exposed for the world to see where Regulus takes his time to let others in.

So James loved Regulus quickly and fiercely. He knew long before Regulus did. Gave his heart up without hesitation. Regulus was slower to love, James thinks. Surveyed the area for signs of potential danger. Sent his friends in after to double check. He gave his heart up reluctantly, hesitant to trust James with something so delicate and precious.

But when Regulus loves, he loves eternally. And now that James has his love, James fears nothing. He does not fear losing Regulus’s love, no, though sometimes he does fear losing Regulus himself.

They are in sync in many ways. They echo each other perfectly. Because they were made for this. To complement each other in life. To fit together perfectly in bed.

Regulus likes to be on top, because he likes the control of it all. Likes controlling the pace and the rhythm and the depth. Like’s torturing James with it. Likes pleasuring James with it. Likes giving James access to the entirety of himself so James can tend to his pleasure or watch as Regulus tends to it. And James loves it too.

Merlin, Morgana both, does James love it too.

Regulus uses James’s chest for leverage and support, one hand planted firmly so he can grind his hips, rock back and forth in a way that is winding the coil of tension inside James tighter and tighter and tighter. Regulus’s head is thrown back, exposing the perfect, pale length of his neck. He works his hand between his legs in time to his thrusts. Rubs his swollen, hard arousal between his fingers. He’s biting his lip, moaning, the rhythm he has established faltering and stuttering.

And James can’t help but whimper, because he can see it building in the way Regulus’s breathing has quickened, his chest rising and falling rapidly, in the way his brow is furrowed and the way his eyes flutter shut.

Regulus arches and then pitches forwards onto James, hips bucking unevenly, convulsing, crying out. His orgasm is long, and it’s an intense one that squeezes every rational thought out of him. And when he lands on James, his arm is thrown forwards and ends up pressed against James’s windpipe all but crushing it.

Regulus, James realises, is in absolutely no state of mind to notice what he’s doing.

For a moment, James can’t breathe. He panics. There is a part of his brain that completely spirals out of control, thinks that Regulus’s orgasm may last forever and that it will quite literally kill James. And maybe that is not the worst way to go, with Regulus orgasming on James’s cock.

But the panic subsides and soon James is overcome by a heady, dizzy rush. He cannot breathe, no, but for now that’s okay because he feels light, like he’s floating. Like he’s flying. And he’s so very aware of the sensations in his own body: the pleasure and bliss and euphoria shooting through him, lighting up his nerves, setting flame to his skin. He can feel Regulus coming still, the twitches in his body, the feeling of Regulus so-very-wet and warm and clenching around him. So fierce and tight at first, and then gentler, fluttering. Regulus moans, hot and breathy and rumbling against James’s neck.

‘James.’

When the air rushes back into James’s lungs, the world is spinning beneath him and he thinks that he might be spinning with it.

‘James.’

James blinks, groans, shudders. Thinks closecloseclose and ohgod and sogood and doitagainplease.

Regulus has picked himself up, his hands now planted on James’s chest. He grins down at James. There is devious wickedness in his expression as he begins to roll his hips and rock intently on James’s cock, drawing shaky desperate moans out of James.

‘Jamie,’ Regulus murmurs. He raises an eyebrow. They are on the same page, James realises. Of course they are. They are always so in sync.

James nods, a whine caught in his throat, his hands raising to find Regulus’s sides and hold him. Pulling back slightly, Regulus grins and begins a brutal pace.

‘Fuck,’ James gasps, writhing beneath him, barely able to string a coherent thought together. So close to losing his mind. ‘Fuck, Reg, I can’t…I’ll…’

‘Yeah,’ Regulus breathes. He leans forwards, a hand fluttering to James’s throat where he holds him very, very gently. Questioning. ‘Yeah?’

‘Yeah,’ James echos, gasping, whimpering, mirroring Regulus who has not slowed the pace of his thrusts. He grips the bedsheets, fisting them in anticipation.

And with a grin, Regulus squeezes.

And James’s mind spirals, overcome with the light, heady, dizzy rush.

And everything whites out.

[yourgalgremlin]

Good boy✨

[loonsloon]

you need to ask for it jegulus microfic, 600 words, nsfw

“Please,” James begs so beautifully. Regulus loves him like this—pliant, desperate, and pathetic beneath his weight, with both knees bracketing his hips and hands resting firmly on James’ chest.

“Is this not enough for you, you needy fuck?” Regulus grits out mockingly, his breath hitching as he slams himself down even harder on James’ cock. The movement draws out a loud moan from James, and Regulus revels in the sounds he makes. There’s something different about the way James sounds when Regulus rides him—whimpers and needy little cries spilling out perfectly to the rhythm of his hips.

“B-baby, please…” James tries again, his hands twitching at Regulus’ sides, as though unsure where to hold on, too overwhelmed by pleasure to decide.

“What do you want, James? Show me.”

Oh, how Regulus already knows. He knows exactly what James craves, but he wants to see him lose it. He wants to watch him fall apart all over again, to revel in the humiliation James secretly hungers for, but will never admit. Regulus isn’t stupid; he’s seen it and heard it countless of times. And yet, every time James breaks, it makes something twist in Regulus’ stomach. It’s the look in his eyes, the needy little whines that belong only to Regulus—because no one else can make James break like he can.

“Regulus,” James whimpers again, his voice tight with desperation as his eyes squeeze shut. There is a sweet blush forming on his cheeks, and a sweat on his face that makes his glasses slide lower on his nose.

The sight makes Regulus pause, his hips stilling with James buried deep inside him. Even as his own orgasm feels dangerously close, Regulus won’t let himself give in—not yet. Not until James asks for it.

With deliberate care, Regulus pushes James’ glasses up into his hair, his hand trailing down James’ face in a tender caress—a contrast to the brutal force in which he grips James’ jaw in, a few seconds later. His fingers dig in, forcing James' lips to smush together in a pout, while his other hand balances against the mattress beside James’ head.

“Look at me, James,” Regulus commands.

The words make James’ eyes flutter open, shame and desire pooling in them as he looks up at Regulus through damp lashes. Regulus tightens the grip on his jaw and shakes it roughly before releasing him. He lets James take a breath, a two, only to give him a stinging slap across the cheek.

“Ask. For. It.”

Finally, as James’ eyes are going even wider, filled with tears, do his lips part. His tongue slips out, obscene and eager. He looks up at Regulus like a dog whining for a treat, and it makes Regulus’ chest tighten with satisfaction.

A smirk curls at Regulus’ lips as he lifts his hips, one hand steadying himself against the headboard, the other one now wrapped around James' neck. Slowly, he lets it drip—his spit sliding down into James’ open mouth, mixing both of them deliciously on his tongue. James whines, his body writhing beneath Regulus, his eyes fluttering closed as the translucent thread connects them for a moment before breaking. James swallows greedily, then opens his mouth again, just as needy, just as ready. Embarrassment almost long-forgotten.

“One more time,” James begs, his voice cracking. “Please, baby, just one more.”

The plea sends Regulus over the edge, his release spilling hot and sticky across James’ chest, desperate moan rips from his throat. All of a sudden, Regulus feels the same humiliation James felt just a moment ago.

[noblehouseofgay]

Kinktober Day 1 - deep throating/face sitting

@jeguluskinktoberr

Trans regulus

Minors dni

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

"Reg-!" James' head hit the wall behind him, grasping into Regulus' hair like a lifeline. James looked back to the floor, watching his boyfriend take his cock like it was nothing.

He felt himself hit the back of Regulus throat as the smaller boy moaned around it, letting the vibrations carry him. "Fuck, Reggie...that's so-" James winced, "so fucking good, god you make me feel good." He met his lover's eyes, only to find a smug look on his face. Oh, he was enjoying James falling apart. James began smiled a little until Regulus moved just right, pushing James over the edge.

"Reg, I- I'm gonna-" Regulus kept going, obviously wanting to swallow James whole. James let out a moan and released, feeling himself drip down Regulus' throat. The smaller boy slid his mouth off, licking up the extra.

He looked up at James, smirking as he wiped his mouth. And that alone was enough to make James horny all over again.

He pulls the younger boy up and to their bed, immediately throwing himself down. "Sit on my face." James says with way too much confidence.

Regulus goes bright red. "James you don't have to- I'm perfectly fine-" "I want to eat you out...please?" And how could Regulus turn that down?

He slowly took off his pants and straddled James. "Are you sure?" "A million percent. I want to taste you." Face flushing even more, Regulus moved forward.

James immediately started exploring, licking around Regulus' already wet folds. He tasted so sweet.

James went further, finding Regulus' clit and immediately started sucking. He felt Regulus' thighs tense around his head, nails digging into his arms as Reg held on. "Fuck, James," Regulus gasped as James moved faster.

James didn't need oxygen nearly as much as he needed this, face buried into his boyfriend's cunt like his life depended on it. The taste and sounds of Regulus were enough to intoxicate James.

He felt Regulus spill out onto his face, James licking up as much as he could. Regulus was panting as he moved off of James, who practically whimpered at the loss. "At least let me clean up a little more." Regulus rolled his eyes but let James taste every last bit.

[lexithwrites]

—jegulus kinktober day 3.

alpha/beta/omega.

|| james has to deal with his ruts every month as an alpha, but it's a lost easier with a level-headed regulus there to help him through it.

2206 words | explicit | trans and dominant regulus | submissive james | established relationship | established consent/safe words | @jeguluskinktoberr

read on ao3.

[ecstarry]

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. Let’s spread the self-love! ❤️

hi hiii <33 this is a cute one thank you sm babe <3

Same Boat - this is a WIP but it's my favorite bartylus I've written // M

Regulus and Barty meet at seveteen and everything changes. Throughout the years, the tension of their 'almost' first kiss lingers and grows. --- 5 times Regulus and Barty almost kiss and 1 time they do.

Dearly Departed - Rosekiller // E // 1.6k

Barty has one interest; attending funerals. He has attended enough that he knows what to expect. Until he is finally intrigued again by a man as odd as him. — or rosekiller funeral meet cute.

Dare to Stay - Jegulus // T // 5.1k

The only thing that could make Regulus return to England after winning the war eight years ago, was Draco. What he never expected was to be faced with the unresolved feelings he had for his nephew’s Quidditch coach: James Potter.

Parallelos - Jegulus & Drarry // 2k // G

After ten years married to James, Regulus faces a new challenge as Harry reveals to him an unexpected crush.

Final Match - Jegulus // 3.7k // E

On his fourth day at the Olympic Villa, James finally decided to talk to the one athlete he couldn’t stop thinking about: Regulus Black. - or the one where James and Regulus fuck on the cardboard beds.

[ricochetyears]

wolfstar have the most emotional, electric and steamy lovemaking sessions. i don’t make the rules. i mean like they literally turn into a ball of gasps and crimson cheeks and rosy lips and whimpers and heated whispers and wandering hands and dump hair and bites and eye to eye contact and messy kisses and sweaty bodies and tangled sheets and

[wordsofwilderness]

Me when James and Regulus decide to fuck for 3k words after the chapter has already run way over length: 🧍

[rottin6]

Reg wanting james to fuck a baby inside of him

mdni. 18+ | jegulus. cw: smut [breeding kink/babytrapping]

regulus is exhausted. he’s convinced that at any moment now, the last shred of strength he has will unravel, and his legs will come crashing down onto the bed. it’s not his fault really, they’ve just been at it for too long. james knows this, knows full well that he’s struggling to keep up. he feels the way regulus’ entire body trembles and shake as he fucks his cock into him relentlessly, over and over. james whispers soft praises with each thrust, trying to keep him motivated. every time he feels the weight of his knees begin to buckle out, he fears he might have gone too far this time. that regulus will tell him to stop and that this is the last time. 

quite frankly, james has no clue why he’s fucking the hell out of regulus, why he’s going at it harder each time when he’s already coaxed out three orgasms and broken the bedframe. it’s like an addiction, his hands clinging to regulus’ hips, pulling back to meet his continuously. it’s like he’s stuck in an infinite loop and he doesn’t want to stop. 

regulus lets out a loud moan, his grip tightening on the bedsheets to either side of him when he feels the head of james’ cock hitting so far deep into him. his head drops down until his forehead is pushing into the soft fabric of the pillowcase. 

“that’s it, baby, that’s it. you’re taking me so fucking well.” james praises, groaning out at the same time. rather than speeding up as regulus expects, he slows down and deepens his thrusts even more. each slow drag of james’ thick cock leaving him makes him subconsciously clench down, his body fighting, aching, to keep him buried inside. “look at that, baby.” james coos softly with a snicker, leaning over until his chest is draped over regulus’ back and his lips are grazing the shell of his ear once again. “you’re so tired, so fucked out, but your body just wants more.”

the moan regulus lets out into his pillow is pornographic and embarrassingly needy as he arches his back and shuffles his knees to spread outward a little more. james is right. he always is. 

“james—” regulus breathes his name out heavily, lifting his head up from the pillow. he looks up ahead, watching as the headboard shifts back and forth in front of his face, hitting the wall over and over again with every snap of his hips.

“i know.” james whispers, pressing a soft kiss against his shoulder as he lessens the intensity of his thrusts. the fear gets to his head—fear that regulus will leave him again tonight. it’s why he’s fucking him so damn hard tonight. he says a silent prayer with each thrust, hoping regulus will be too sore to even think about getting out of his bed and going to his apartment. he wants to fuck him so hard that he has to stay. “i know, baby. i just need one more from you.” he rasps against regulus’ smooth skin, straightening up behind him once more, continuing to fuck him. his hands grip onto his hips and his eyes take in regulus’ arched back and reddened ass. just one more, he thinks.

“james—” regulus pants his name again, “you didn’t put another condom on.” regulus feels the rhythm falter, feels james slowing down to a stop inside of him. 

“fuck.” james groans, the palm of his left hand pressed into his eye as he turns his face up to the ceiling. he needs to pull out and put one on if he’s going to finish this. he starts slowly dragging his cock out of regulus, letting him feel every inch of him against his slick walls as he goes. “you were just letting me fuck you raw?” a loud moan escapes from regulus and he buries his face in the pillow again. james freezes with only the head of his cock still sheathed inside. “did you—did you want me to fuck you raw?”

“james—”

“did you?”

 “what would you do if I kept fucking you like this, hm?” he asks, his voice low and deep, letting his hips move forward only inches at a time. regulus can’t help the soft whimpers and gasps, his head now falling on james’ shoulder. “that’s right, you wouldn’t do a damn thing.”

 “this is a bad idea.” regulus points out as he feels half of his length sink into him.

“then why are you letting me do it?” james questions, pulling his hips back and then thrusting them forward again. he goes a little past halfway this time, eliciting a moan from the younger boy. “why’re you letting me fuck you raw? you want me to cum inside you?” he taunts, his grip tightening, “want me to put a baby inside you?”

all regulus can do is moan over and over, not able to speak. he ends up with james’ hand to his front, stroking gently and his other hand held to his throat. james picks up the pace and when regulus doesn’t say anything, he sighs, falling back to sit on his legs, pulling regulus back with him so he sits right down on his throbbing cock. it’s a harsh and violent pull, a scream leaving his throat and james smirks. he knows he should be gentle, knows how hard it is for regulus to take all of him, but this is regulus’ fault after all—he should've said something.

james tongues his cheek, before clicking his teeth against his lips. “fine,” he sighs, loosening his hold on his throat and hips. “get off me and i’ll put a condom on.” james doesn’t move himself, instead letting regulus have the opportunity, but he feels him tighten against his cock, a wetness dripping onto his balls.

regulus hesitates and james sees this. his lips part slightly, waiting on regulus’ legs to give out, for him to fall back on his cock and stay there.

“are you gonna get off, sweetheart?” james mocks, his voice low and smooth in regulus’ ears as he starts running his palms along the sides of his thighs.

“yeah.” regulus says, his voice just short of a whisper.

it catches james by surprise, really, when he feels regulus lower himself on his lap, taking the entirety of his length in one go. his cock twitches inside him, his fingers digging into regulus’ sides, as he struggles to hold in his hold.

“shit, baby.” james pants, his head falling back as his eyes close momentarily, feeling regulus slide himself up and down on him. “i thought you were getting off.”

“i am.”

“fuck, ’m gonna cum.” james huffs out the words out between thrusts, letting his head fall back as he continues to rail regulus into the mattress. he focuses on it, the repetitive thrusts and outward drags of his length against his tight walls, and when he hears his neighbour banging on the wall, he only thrusts harder. he angles his hips just right, relishing in the filthy melody of wet sounds and moans. “fuck, baby.”

“oh god, james!” regulus’ moans are absolutely obscene at this point but neither of them could care less. his orgasm hits him hard, his slick hole convulsing around james’ cock. this pushes james over the edge, “shit,” he moans, smacking down on regulus’ ass once more as his cock shoots thick, hot ropes of cum, coating his walls. slowly, his movements fade until he eventually comes to a complete stop, breathing heavily. 

james looks down, admiring the large red handprints left across regulus’ throat. he grips onto his hips roughly as he keeps him in place while he slowly tries to pull himself out. regulus shudders at the pain, breathing through it. 

“stay here tonight.” james murmurs against his skin, still softly rutting into him.

“against the rules,” regulus mumbles, his voice raspy and hoarse, and james loves it.

“cumming inside you was against the rules too.” james counters, pulling out almost completely before giving one more hard thrust. “so—you’re going to sleep in my bed, full of my cum—” he gives another hard thrust, making sure his load is thoroughly fucked inside. “is that okay with you?”