#and regulus will have a stroke when he finds out

[moonsavenue]

james is signing with: james fucking potter

and remus just goes: james's fucking potter regulus

and sirius is deceased

#and regulus will have a stroke when he finds out #i love these fools #marauders headcanon #sirius black #remus lupin #james potter #regulus black #wolfstar #starchaser #jegulus

[priniya]

👀 SIRIUS SHOULDN’T KNOW

synopsis. how is james supposed to leave reader alone, when she always kisses him so good?

notes. james potter x black!reader.

even though many thought that the relationship between the black family wasn’t even tolerable, sirius black loved his siblings (and cousins) to the point he grew protective of them. he believed that his slytherin brother was sly enough to protect himself, but his youngest sister didn’t seem like it. so… at first he protected her from their parents, now it was time to protect her from the boys, who’d like to have her undies on their room floor.

at the beginning you thought it was cute, even your twin agreed, but it had quickly changed, when sirius wanted to be the one who’d take you to the homecoming ball, scaring everyone off. so talking to james there was easy, it was probably one of your first talks ever. you sat next to him throughout the whole night and talked, getting suspicious looks from remus, who knew how could that end up.

james was going through a break-up with a girl he thought was the love of his life. it was definitely teary for him, and his best friends were aware, so if sirius caught his sister looking at potter with those daydreaming eyes, he would shoot some deer. oh, and if you were heartbroken, because he used you as a rebound, his head would hang in their dorm before the sun come.

he didn’t think much that night, seeing you alone in that emerald gown, visibly sad due to sirius’ nonsense, and he had to talk to you. he’s heard lots about you, from padfoot, moony and regulus, but never got quite a chance to start a conversation with you. in between the words, you left the great hall to go to the bathroom and ten minutes later his white, silky shirt laid on the floor of your dorm, while he unzipped your dress.

there were multiple rumors going around the school about james, and which type of a partner he was, was he a good kisser, had he got good manners, if he respected boundaries. now, you could truthfully admit that james potter was a hella good kisser. so good that if he wasn’t hovering over you, you’d barely stand. you were shaking under his touch or when his cold breath itched the skin of your neck.

it was supposed to be a one time thing, at least you thought so, because you hardly talked the following week, but then he asked you out to go on a date with him. his request was unexpected, but who were you to disobey? and now, a few months after, you were secretly seeing james potter, remus and regulus being the only ones that knew, keeping sirius away from discovering the truth.

“dove, just lay down with me alright? nothing will happen.” your boyfriend mumbled into the soft fabric of his pillow, one of his arms trying to reach you to somehow get you back to him. “he’s not coming here so early, c’mere and gimme a kiss.”

“jamie,” you pouted. “i don’t want this to end, and it probably will if he finds out.” he sighed upon hearing your words, and hugged your bare back. “we really gotta come up with a solution.”

his fingertips traced lines on your arms as you spoke, your words getting quieter with each stroke. “i’m gon’ play pretend with lily, alright? just like we’ve talked.” you didn’t want this, not more than sirius finding out about you two, nevertheless seeing your boyfriend spend more time with his ex would definitely hurt. “then, we’ll find a real solution.” he finished leaving a few kisses on your shoulder, sending a shiver down your spine.

“are you sure you can do it?” you asked, tilting your head to the side. “the question is, are you sure you can handle it?” now, it was your time to wonder.

you liked lily, you really did, especially since she’s been hanging around your friend’s dorm so much, it felt as if she became your housemate. she was always so nice to you it hurt, thinking how good of a match she used to be with james.

“dove, don’t overthink it. i love you, remember? now, chop chop, i need to meet up with ginger.” he smiled, pulling away, before reaching for your shirt and giving it back.

“leaving me for your ex? rude.” you rolled your eyes jokiny, while putting on your shirt. “see you after classes.” you added, before leaving.

you’d say you expected everything as you walked down the hallway to enter the great hall, regulus and barty brickering over something as insignificant as what you’d eaten the day before, or that sirius was being obnoxiously loud. however, you were definitely not ready for what you were about to see.

evans was snuggling in james’ side as he feed her, big grins on their faces, shooting a glance at pandora, you noticed you weren’t the only one upset with the whole thing. clutching your bag to your chest, you sat at the slytherin table between your brother and one of his friends. “i don’t like this.” you murmured prior to regulus’ arm drape over your shoulders. “barty, mind moving a little to the left, so i don’t kill myself in a minute?”

“i don’t get it.” crouch began, looking at you all confused. “why won’t you just… i don’t know. confeont sirius about all this? it’s not like you’re twelve or something. you’re gonna be sixteen in a short time, why acting like you’re not?” he shrugged, stuffing his mouth with anything his hand could reach.

“you know sirius.” you mumbled, hiding your face in your palms. “you should either tell him, or break up with potter. there’s no point in hiding if you never come out of your shell.” evan shrugged, immediately getting a look from regulus. “did he even ask you out properly?”

“no, but– we’re exclusive.” you frowned upon his words. “evan, just shut up.” dorcas uttered, knowing where this conversation would lead, the five of them (including aliya, who were currently occupying the hospital wing) has already discussed the idea of your relationship with james. the conversation reoccurred whenever you seemed a little too upset after talking to him, and even though they would never say anything that included your relationship in front of you, they cared if you were happy.

“i lost any appetite that was left in me.” you sighed, locking eyes with remus, who quickly hit james in his leg under the table to make him look at you. it felt like when he did, he looked like he had realized something.

nevertheless, when you left so suddenly, he kept the act, not rushing after you. it wasn’t the first timr, when you were visibly hurt by something and james couldn’t do anything in public, because sirius was always somewhere in sight. good thing you had a friend to run after you. well, barty didn’t exactly run, but he caught up to you swiftly, and left the hall with his arm on your shoulders and a quick stare for james.

“you gotta man up, tell sirius and stop this whole potter-evans madness.” he sighed, his arm falling off you as soon as the door closed behind you. “i mean, what will your brother do – kill you? you’re a young woman, he gotta know that!” he nudged you with his elbow as you walked to the class.

to be honest, you absolutely loved potions, what you disliked about them was that on fridays you had them with the gryffindors, and slughorn made it his mission to make you socialise more, so… you were stuck at one desk with marlene mckinnon for the whole two hours.

you’d lie if you said you didn’t know or like marlene. mckinnon was one of the girls you liked the most from your brother’s friend group, most likely because she also hung out with dorcas and dora a lot, so you knew her vibe matched yours. nonetheless, after the scene with your boyfriend and his ex-girlfriend, you weren’t exactly in the mood of talking to anyone who wasn’t a part of your own house.

“so… you and rosier?” her eyebrows wiggled suggestively as she spoke, grabbing your attention faster than ever. “what? what’s with the face. everyone saw how protective he was of you today at breakfast.” she grinned and stopped babbling for a moment, at the same time the professor sent you a glare.

“nah.” you shrugged, scribbling in your notebook. “why? he’s my friend.” a reply left your lips as you relaxed your chin on your palm, shutting your eyes for a second.

“i mean… lily and james were also best friends and now they’re back together…?” you knew she didn’t know that it wasn’t the truth, but somehow you grew quiet. “you and evan would look just as cute as they do, or even more. who knows?”

till the end of the period, you hadn’t spoken more than a one-word sentence, mckinnon’s words still ringing in your mind, getting louder and louder each second. you wondered if you and james looked cute together, if anyone would be like «woah, if they broke up i don’t believe in love” type of person.

“i think even sirius said he’d root for you.” that was all you needed to let go of the fear, not only because you were annoyed that someone thought you and evan were a thing (when he was clearly interested in his other friend), but because sirius used to brag about any boy you talked about making either you or the boy himself lose interest.

you decided to hold your horses until necessary, and… you were really surprised, when the jealousy burst out at james’ birthday party a few weeks later. you weren’t directly invited, “not to raise any more suspicions”, but since your boyfriend clearly stated he needed you to be there, you appeared, elbow intertwined with your twin’s.

at first, you wanted to keep everything simple. a plain, fitted black dress that you wore to the banquet your parents forced you to go to, when you were younger. although, back then your silhouette looked completely different, your curves developed and now the dress that once made you look like a wardrobe’s door, now it brought out everything that was needed.

within few drinks, and half an hour of watching your boyfriend fooling around with his ex, you had enough. it was his birthday and you couldn’t even properly celebrate it with him in front of all these people. with another two shots for courage, you walked up to them and by pulling his tie the closest you could, you crushed your lips onto his.

you didn’t even give sirius a chance to protest. without saying a word, you pulled back, grabbing his hand and almost run to the stairs to his dormitory. “sorry mate, what your girlfriend says, you must obey.” he shrugged and followed you, leaving your poor brother in shambles.

“finally! i thought she’d kill herself or you two, no offence though.” regulus sat beside lily, and smiled warmly, catching a glimpse of pandora who’d seen your outburts as a sign to finally give up hiding.

“wait, you knew?” the oldest black turned his head to his younger brother and frowned.

“we all did, padfoot.” remus laughed, taking a seat at the armrest of sirius’ chair. “some of us–“ his eyes landed on marlene. “– were pushing their buttons to end this madness.”

“what? i almost got the jealousy admission from james.” mckinnon shrugged, sipping on her drink.

#james potter x reader #james potter smut #marauders smut #marauders x reader #sirius black x reader #james potter #james potter fanfic #james potter fic #james potter one shot #james potter fluff #jily fanfiction #james potter x you #james potter x y/n #sirius black x sister!reader #regulus black #regulus black x sister!reader

[c0mbatchameleon]

@jegulus-microfic April 21st, prompt: run, words: 1160, nsfw

aka regulus comes until he cries? that’s basically it yeah (+t4t jeg)

He shouldn’t cry.

It’s what Regulus has heard since—well, as early as he can remember. Crying is a vulnerability he can’t afford, a sign of weakness, and the Black family are anything but weak. Don’t be a baby, they’d say—to the literal fucking baby.

The last time Regulus cried was when he was 7 years old, he thinks—his mother certainly made sure he never did it again. And even long after he left that house behind, left his family and everything they stand for, found a new family, found a new home and new self unrestrained by hatred and abuse, transitioned, finally became comfortable with himself, his identity—after all of it, this is what he’s held onto. The belief that he shouldnt cry.

At least, it was what he held onto.

Now, as Regulus finds himself bent over the kitchen counter, nails dragging down the cool granite that he’s pressed flush against, he’s beginning to think crying isn’t so bad after all.

The tears started falling after his second consecutive orgasm, streaming freely down his face as he convulsed around James’ strap. James only slowed his thrusts to something deep and drawn out as he leaned forward and cooed, “That’s it baby, let it out,” hot breath cascading down Regulus’s ear and neck, hand stroking his hair gently. Languid kisses pressed down his neck and shoulder as he twitched and softly gasped in overstimulation.

He barely got a chance to catch his breath before—

“How ‘bout one more for me, yeah?” And just like that, James was drawing out and ramming back into him with a brutal pace. Regulus let out a choked gasp as his vision whited out, back arching, legs shaking. All he could respond was a tear-streaked string of oh fuck oh fuck oh fu—ah—please as James continued chanting soft praise and encouragement, railing him into a new fucking plane of existence.

That leaves him here, hurtling head first towards a third orgasm and choking on intermittent sobs and moans in rhythm with James’ thrusts. Each one is hitting that spot that sends a line of white-hot electricity up his navel, fraying his nerves until his entire body feels like an exposed wire. His hands grab for purchase on the countertop, unsuccessfully, as he tries to drag himself up, away, anywhere to put distance between himself and the onslaught of pleasure-pain that’s spreading like a fire across his whole body.

But James only digs his hand into Regulus’ curls and pulls, the other wrapped around the front of him so Regulus’ cock grinds into it with each movement of their hips. “Where are you trying to run off to, love?” he teases as his grip tightens and holds Regulus in place.

“Oh fuck— I can’t—“ Regulus’ own moan cuts him off, loud and lacking shame. “S’too much,” he whines.

“But you love it, don’t you?” Soft lips trace up behind his ear. “You don’t want me to stop, love, do you?” Regulus’ eyes roll back into his head. The hand presses down further on his cock and another sob escapes him. “C’mon, tell me how much you love it when I take you apart like this,” James coaxes, pulling him up further by his hair so that he has to balance on his forearms, his head falling back.

And, here, in this state of over-saturated, pure white static bliss where Regulus can barely distinguish reality, the world around him, anything other than James’ hands and James’ lips and James’ sweet-honey voice and James and James and James, the only thought he can form amidst the haze is the one James has supplied for him so graciously, so giving as always: that he loves it.

You love it, don’t you?

And Regulus does.

He loves having his walls taken down, brick by brick until he’s bare, surrendered to pleasure and to release. God, he fucking loves this release. The kind he never allowed himself before, the way it washes over his whole body and builds up like a dam, the way it flows in and out of him, completely open, running rivers down his face and sending shocks out from his core, chest heaving, bones melting, transcending his own body and yet more grounded in it than he’s ever been. He’s nothing but skin and shaking muscle and neuron and nerve ending and pure, unfiltered feeling, and, yes, he loves it. So, he does what he’s told and voices it, let’s it flow out of him like the rest of the dam, frantic and breathless.

“I love it, I—ah—oh—I love it, I love it I love it I—fuck—“

“That’s good, that’s right, fuck, you’re doing so well, baby. You look so pretty when you cry like this” James praises, breathless now, tone soaked in awe and pure adoration as he watches Regulus repeat the phrase like a mantra, an oath, a prayer, the words melting together to the point of near incoherence: I love it I love it Iloveitloveitloveitloveloveitloveit.

“That’s it, I know, baby,” he tugs on Regulus’ curls again, pulling him up against his chest. The new angle makes his cock drive deeper into Regulus, drawing a strangled moan out between his quick, gasping breaths. “Why don’t you show me how much?”

His fingers move in quick circles on Regulus’ cock, other arm wrapping around his shoulders to hold him up. “C’mon, let go for me one more time, Star.”

The simple order is all it takes. When Regulus comes, it’s with stars behind his eyes and tears flowing freely and a scream tearing through him, head hanging back on James’ shoulder, back bowed, clenching down on silicone as shudders rack through his body in waves. James works him through it with a slew of there you go and so good for me and so perfect and show me how good it feels, baby, that’s it.

He collapses back onto James, boneless, and breathes. Shakily. James squeezes him tight. All that concentrated flame has simmered and spread out into something soft and warm and buzzing all throughout his body. A small whimper escapes at the feeling of James pulling out, his core still throbbing around nothing.

James scoops him up easily, laying him down gently on the couch in the next room, and kneels down to cradle his face with his hands.

“Okay?” he asks softly, kissing Regulus’ forehead.

Regulus keeps his eyes closed and smiles in delirious dream-state bliss, just barely aware that he’s still sniffling. “Love it,” he mumbles, and James snorts as his thumbs swipe back and forth under his eyes. His head is still cloudy, his body floating somewhere with it. “Love you,” he adds dazedly.

“Always so sweet after you come,” James remarks. “Think if I get you to five next time you’d propose to me after?”

If Regulus had the energy, he’d roll his eyes. Instead, he reaches out and runs his hand through James’ hair, down the back of his neck, along the scars on his chest, down his arm where he grabs his hand and pulls it into his own chest, body curling around it like he’s hoarding it. James doesn’t seem to mind. “We’re already married, James,” Regulus mumbles. “I literally proposed.”

James chuckles softly, fondly. “I love you, too, Star.”

#microfic brought to u by lana del rey #nails in the kitchen et al #anyways I don’t actually know how I feel abt this but here we are #jegulus #james potter #regulus black #james potter x regulus black #starchaser #sunseeker #marauders #the marauders #jegulus microfic #writing stuff and things #microfic tag #jegulus fic

[starchaserwrites]

@jegulus-microfic / february 17: soup / word count: 428

When the first symptoms of a cold start to kick in while he's at work, Regulus knows he's fucked. Sore throat, chills and fatigue begin to attack relentlessly. Still, being used to taking care of himself in this kind of situation, he doesn't feel it necessary to cause a fuss by telling someone or leaving work early. It's a big mistake, because when James sees him come home at 6:30 p.m., pale, sweaty and burning with fever, he rushes to help him into the flat.

"Baby, what happened?" he asks in a worried tone.

"I think I caught a cold."

Without asking any more questions, James quickly carries him bridal style into the bedroom and gently lays him down on the bed and then helps him into his pyjamas. They've been living together for almost four months now, so it takes the older man a couple of minutes to find the thermometer considering they've never needed it before, but when he finally finds it and it reads 39°C it's enough for his boyfriend to forbid him to get out of bed, not that he's planning on disobeying.

Half an hour later when Regulus is dozing off after having taken a paracetamol and having 5 slices of potato on his forehead and temples (the ancient secret of Hispanic mothers for fever according to James), his boyfriend re-enters the room leaving something on the bedside table.

"Mi amor, you need to eat something, I made some soup for you," is what he says as he gently strokes his cheek. 

Regulus opens his eyes slowly, thankful that James only left the lamp light on, and settles into a half-sitting position on the bed. The thing is, when the older man sets the tray with the bowl of soup in front of him, Regulus feels his eyes water.

“Te amo”, it's written on the edge of the bowl with the letters of the alphabet soup, and it might seem like a ridiculous thing to cry about, but he's never had someone care for him so lovingly before, even though he probably looks like shit right now.

"Can I kiss you?" asks the love of his life.

"But you can get infected too." 

James just shrugs his shoulders and gives him several soft kisses on his lips and cheeks causing a smile to break through his tears.

"Now eat, yes? You need to do it to get better."

Maybe being sick isn't so bad.

A few days later James also catches a cold and Regulus nurses the shit out of him.

#i have no idea what the science behind the potatoes is #but i swear they work #jegulus #regulus black #james potter #james x regulus #starchaser #sunseeker #jegulus microfic #marauders #the marauders #microfic #len writes

[xjustakay]

✺ (1/8) ✺ @jegulus-microfic prompt: converse — 1,130 words (jegulus dads ft. harry; going through harry’s baby things)

“Oh no.” There’s a dramatic level of pain in James’ voice —there has been all afternoon since they started this project— and Regulus sighs quietly, lips twitching at the corners. “Reg, look at these.”

Regulus finishes folding the quilt that Pandora made for Harry to leave the hospital in, sets it in its new box marked ‘keep,’ then turns to his husband. 

This has been a common occurrence as they’ve undertaken this task; going through Harry’s baby things to see what they truly need to hold onto and what can be donated has been an emotional journey. Admittedly, Regulus is having a progressively difficult time keeping it together the more that they find, but he’s let James be the one to express the feelings they’re both experiencing. Loudly and repetitively.

Balanced on James’ wide palm is a pair of infant-sized Converse, so tiny it’s hard to believe they ever belonged to a person, much less that that person was the five year old that’s currently coloring at a folding table in the corner of their garage. The little shoes are red, matching a pair that James has kept consistently replaced and in his wardrobe for years.

“I can’t believe he was ever this small,” James muses, stroking one finger over the laces of one.

“I know,” Regulus sighs, bottom lip jutting out in a faint pout. Okay, it’s getting to him now. They’ve been at this for hours, they’re near done. He told himself he wasn’t going to get in his feelings about this, at least not until they’d finished, but… “I think I miss it.”

“Me too.” James reaches for his hand, tows him close to his side to curl his arm around him, both their gazes remaining fixed on the baby shoes. “Should we have another one?”

Regulus lets out a surprised sounding laugh, swinging a backhanded swat gently into James’ stomach. “We have Luna in the picture, too.”

“Also no longer a baby,” James points out. “We could definitely do it.”

“You’re forgetting an important detail.”

“What’s that?”

Regulus half-turns in the curl of James’ arm to look toward their son where Harry sits. A marker clutched just a smidge too tight in one hand, tongue poking out between his teeth in concentration. There’s smudges of different marker colors on his hands, a few pens uncapped and drying out scattered on the table top. Harry doesn’t look up until Regulus calls his name.

“Yes, papa?” He nudges his glasses up and blinks wide green eyes over at him, curious.

“How do you feel about having a baby brother or sister?” Regulus asks.

Harry’s brow furrows deeply. “I already have a sister.”

Regulus gestures toward the little boy as if his point has just been made.

“Another one, then. Wouldn’t that be fun, mate?” James suggests.

Scrunching his face up further in thought, Harry tilts his head, taps the marker in his hand against his chin. Regulus huffs a quiet laugh when the pause extends for several seconds, serious thought clearly being given to this question. In the end, Harry shrugs his shoulders dramatically, keeping them held up toward his ears.

“Well, I don’t know,” He says. “Would I have to share my toys?”

“You already have to share your toys, because that’s the nice thing to do,” Regulus reminds him.

“But a baby can’t play with all of my toys. Because they’re a baby and I’m not a baby.”

“Solid logic on that, mate,” James chuckles. He moves to set the red Converse on the table between the keep and donate boxes, undecided on where they belong. “We’ll think about it, eh? Put a pin in it?”

Harry looks at them both for a long moment before nodding his head once, poking his open marker into the air like he’s physically putting a pin in the thought. Instead of returning to coloring, he drops the marker onto the table —Regulus makes a mental note to replace this pack again when it’s the fifth one left to dry out. Wiggling off his chair, Harry comes over to them, picking up the shoes James sat down.

“Were these mine?” He asks, giggling when he stuffs his fingers into one and wears it like an odd glove. “They’re so small.”

“Yeah, so were you,” Regulus hums.

“But I’m tall now. Taller than Luna and Draco, too.” Harry puts the other shoe on his opposite hand, smacking the small soles together in semblance of a clap.

“You used to match daddy when you wore those shoes as a baby, you know,” Regulus tells him, pointing at his hidden hands.

“Used to put you in them all the time when we’d go out together,” James adds, smiling fondly.

Harry looks down at the shoes, silly with his hands in them, then back up at the two of them with an unexpected frown. “How come we don’t anymore?”

Regulus turns his head, looking at James in playful accusation. “An excellent question.”

“Hey, now, don’t act like this is my fault. You were the one that encouraged him making all his own choices. He never picked the Converse himself,” James argues.

“Well, I could get some now, daddy,” Harry stresses like this is the most obvious answer. He holds up his hands, shoes on display. “‘Cause these ones are too small.”

“Should we save them for the baby, you think?” James asks him.

“So we can all match.” Harry nods at first but then cuts himself short, eyes landing on Regulus. “But papa doesn’t have any.”

“Red isn’t papa’s color,” Regulus says.

“Beg to differ.” James’ mumble earns him an elbow in the ribs, a laugh punching out of him. “We’ll get some for papa, too, just for fun.”

“And then these ones are for the baby,” Harry confirms, setting the Converse back on the table.

“Well. We’ve circled back to this very quickly,” Regulus comments, amused, shaking his head slowly.

James hums in acknowledgment, grinning triumphantly when Regulus looks at him. He leans in and leaves a kiss against his forehead, lips still pressed against the spot, breath breezing through black curls, when he tells Harry to drop the shoes into the keep box for them. Regulus watches him examine each box, fondness blooming warmth in his chest as Harry sounds out letters he recognizes to figure out which box is the right one. 

They’ve all done such a good job with this perfect little boy of theirs, doing it all over again with a new baby might just make life impossibly more wonderful.

We’ll put a pin in it, Regulus thinks again.

He’ll have to wait and see when it’s truly circled back to in seriousness. He keeps it to himself that he wouldn’t mind if it was sooner rather than later.

#jegulus #starchaser #sunseeker #jegulus microfic #baby harry #except he’s a big ol five year old #i missed them #got jeggy dad feels today so here have this cute fun little time #gonna curl up into a ball over them actually i’m emo #i love them so much #kay’s writing #kay’s microfics #jeggy dads series

[thatoneoverlyhornybitch]

Your first time with Regulus:)

Virgin! Regulus x Fem! Virgin! Reader

As I write this Hogwarts Legacy is downloading on my pc:) no talk of the games controversy is allowed on my blog, any comments made about it will be deleted<3 There will be some fully written regulus fics out shortly after this one, this is just a cute little bullet-point fic

Warnings: unedited, unprotected sex, bullet-point fic lmao

He'd be nervous

SUPER nervous

but he's trying not to let it show

he's taking his time marking up your neck and collarbone

mostly to get over his nerves

but he loves the taste of your skin

you're running your fingers through his curly hair

occasionally giving little tugs

the only sounds leaving you a cross between moans and giggles

eventually you'd have to pry him from your neck

he'd take the hint and press a soft kiss to your lips before sliding down your body

pressing soft kisses to your panty clad center

gently gliding his fingers up your thighs to your panties

you probably teased him, or maybe you moaned particularly loud

whichever you did, he responds aggressively with a harsh tug to your panties

not even bothering to pull them all way down your legs, he buries his face into you

he'd probably focus on your clit for a while

then he'd ease a finger into you

you'd start squirming pretty hard

which in turn causes him to add another finger

he switches between gently fingering you, and fingering you so hard you swear you could see stars in the white ceiling

when he finally feels like its time to get to the main course

you'd shake your head making grabby hands for his pants

confused he'd let you do whatever you wanted

he hadn't expected you to push him down on the bed and climb on top of him

you'd roughly pull down his trousers

quickly followed by his boxers

your eyes would widen, and your mouth would water at the sight before you

a pretty pink tip leaking precum was the immediate focus of your vision

you'd then notice the concerningly lengthy shaft

but you'd push the thought from your head

leaning forward and giving the tip a tiny lick

the salty precum overpowering your senses for a moment

but you immediately wrapped your lips around the tip

sucking harshly while still giving soft licks

he'd groan, and push hips upwards

his hand finding its way to your hair

he'd get too into it and harshly shove himself down your throat

not that you minded

you complied and continued to suck

tears would prick your eyes but you continue

even with your gag reflex trying to kick in

he'd feel himself getting close and stop you

you'd look at him confused when he lifted you from his lower half

"wanna finish inside"

that's all you needed to hear

you'd climb up, lining your entrance up with his dick

he'd place his hands on your hips, thumbs rubbing soothing circles in your skin

you'd breathe in sharply before swiftly pushing down

only a quarter of the way in

and both of you are already a panting mess

it felt good for you, but the pain was still so bad it had you wincing

he noticed despite his immense pleasure

he'd surge forwards and press a soft kiss to your lips

flipping you over, and gently moving his back and forth

going a little bit further into you with each stroke

eventually you'd adjust

and urge him to go faster

to go harder

and he'd do just that

losing yourselves in the pleasure with each wild buck of his hips

you'd be at it for a few more minutes, when you'd let out a shrill moan

even without the moan he'd know as he could feel your pussy contracting around him

he groaned loudly before shooting into you

exhausted he'd collapse beside you, tucking you under his arms

where'd you both fall asleep in eachothers arms

and without cleaning up

(you had quite the pregnancy scare afterwards lol)

#regulus black smut #regulus black x you #reader insert #regulus black fluff #regulus black x reader #regulus black #regulus black fanfiction #regulus black imagine #regulus black x y/n #timothée chalamet #timothee chalamet x reader #timothee chalamet fanfiction #timothee chalamet imagine #timothee chamalet

[ghostwritermia]

Pairing ~ Remus Lupin x blacksister!reader (slytherin reader)

Word Count ~ 988

Summary ~ With a haunted mind you look for solace in books, when you really needed it from your boyfriend, and he happily gave it to you

Warnings ~ Beginner level writing, angst, mentions of evil Walburga and Orion (they can literally just leave), Remus being a sweetheart, unedited

Note From Mia ~ Second time writing on here....I hope you like it, but I understand if not lmao

You had always been more on the reserved side. Where Sirius had chosen to leave the tortures from 12 Grimmauld Place behind him when the Black Siblings returned to school, you and Regulus had been the opposite.

You couldn’t forget. It wasn’t possible. The horrors you always faced at home haunted you every night, leading into early in the mornings, leaving you restless the rest of the day. The only peace you got was when you could sneak off into the library to bury your nose in whatever book you had your hands on. Whether that was a reread or a completely new genre, it didn’t matter. It was an escape.

So, that is exactly what you were doing now. You had been curled up in an armchair in a secluded corner of the library, reading, for almost an hour now. No distractions. Mind blank. Peace finally washing over you.

Letting out a soft sigh, you flipped the page, getting ready to read another chapter when a shadow loomed over you.

“Hello, Dove,” Remus whispered from above you. “Having a bad day?”

You and Remus had met in the Library on a rainy afternoon, and just sat together in silence while reading. Over time you had started small talk, and that led to conversations, which then led into a friendship, turned secret relationship.

It’s not that you wanted it to stay a secret, however, Remus and you were both scared of backlash from Sirius, and you were terrified of your parents; therefore, they could never find out.

Remus notices that you’re too far, too deep into your book to notice him. To pull you back into the present, he carefully rests a hand on your thigh and rubs gently, coaxing you back into the real world.

You flinch slightly at the contact before looking up to see your boyfriend. “Oh, Rem, hi. How long have you been there?” You ask, shutting your book to give him your undivided attention.

Remus ignores you, smiling gently, not sympathetically though, because he knows by now that you won’t accept it. “What do you need from me, Dovy? To talk?” He’s more than aware that you are not actually going to open up right now, he can see it in your eyes from a mile away.

“Can you just hold me?” You whisper, your words laced with vulnerability. 

Remus’s eyes soften before he shuffles you around, sliding onto the chair behind you, and situating you onto his lap. He doesn’t say anything. He just holds you, gently stroking your hair, occasionally leaving a kiss to the crown of your head. 

When he thinks you're almost asleep, you speak again, “Nothing ever lasts forever, Rem.”

“I know, love. What are you referring to?” He asks, dread filtering into his mind. The lycanthrope has a love-hate relationship with your deep thoughts. Some bring on deep meaningful conversations, whereas others are filled with unnecessary insecurity and doubts.

“Us,” You mutter the exact words that he was dreading.

“No.” Remus says sternly, a tone you rarely hear him use. “I will always love you,” He turns you so you’re sitting sideways in his lap, him making direct eye contact with you, making sure that you hold it. “We’re not doing this, you need to get rid of whatever negative ghosts that are haunting your mind, because we are not breaking up. If I need to help chase those ghosts away, then so be it, but you cannot let them dictate our relationship. Ours, not theirs.”

You nod, burying your head into his neck, breathing in the calming scent of cocoa and old books, mixed with a hint of pine. 

“I want to hear you say it,” He whispers, nudging you with his shoulder.

You lift your head from the crook of his neck and smile weakly. “Ours, not the ghosts.”

“Exactly right, Dove.”

Remus leans in and gently presses his lips to yours, and you reciprocate before he leans back, pulling you into his chest. “I love you,” He whispers, again, knowing you needed reassurance. “And I always will.” 

You nod, “I love you, forever and always.” It comes out in a whisper, but Remus hears it anyway and presses his forehead against yours, but not before pressing a kiss to your nose.

He slowly reaches up and presses the pads of his thumbs where he knows your dimples are and where he knows they should be right now. “Can you smile for me, Love?”

And you do. Because you love him, more than you thought you were ever capable of. You smile crookedly, showing Remus that it is indeed a true smile, and he leaves a kiss on both dimples before pulling away and smiling back at you.

You bring your own thumbs to his face, rubbing gently over the hundreds of freckles scattered along his face.

He kisses you gently once more before grabbing your book, “Now, what were we reading before I interrupted?” He questions teasingly. 

“Well, I was reading that,” You admit sheepishly, pulling out a quill and ink container from your bag.

“The Wonderful Wizard of Oz?” Remus raises a teasing brow.

“Oh hush,” You shove his shoulder. “I was in the mood for something different and it was in the muggle book section. It seemed interesting.” 

“No judgment from me then, Dove.” He whispers, opening the book at your marked spot.

And that is exactly how you and Remus spend the rest of your day. Him reading to you, and you drawing thin vines, small flowers, and a variety of constellations on his various scars while you listen to his soothing voice tell the story of a girl with a dog that somehow got sucked into a tornado and transported into the world of Oz. It didn’t make sense to you, but Remus was reading it, and that was all that seemed to matter to you at that very moment.

#remus lupin x reader #remus lupin fluff #the marauders #the marauders x reader #slytherin #blacksister!reader #mia writes

[honeybcj]

jartylus microfic?

for my genius anon about reg getting turned on while watching barty & james get together and to @messymoony for convincing me that i should, in fact, write this. here we are. nsfw: voyeur regulus, sub james, spanking, 1,424 words

“Come on, Barty,” Regulus huffs, crossing his arms over his chest. “Don’t get soft now. He likes it. Don’t you, Jamie?”

“Mhmm, mm,” James agrees, muffled around the feeling of Barty’s fingers in his mouth.

At some point, James had relinquished control. He doesn’t know when or how it happened, but it did. And now, he’s on his knees in front of Barty Crouch Jr., all while Barty explores the wet cavern of his mouth. He’s leaking steadily against his boxers, straining against the material. There’s part of James that wants to fight back, bite down on Barty’s fingers to make him hiss, but the masochistic fuck would probably moan at the sensation.

Instead, James keeps his jaw slack, gaze upward as Barty presses down on his tongue, saliva pooling around his fingers.

“He does look rather pathetic for it, doesn’t he?” Barty muses, pulling his fingers from James’ mouth. They tug down James’ lower lip, only for it to snap back into place.

“‘M not—” James tries to speak, but Regulus cuts him off with, “Baby, let him take care of you. Stop fighting it, yeah? I can’t bear to keep up with the tension between the two of you.”

James puffs out his chest defensively. There’s most definitely not any tension between him and Barty. James hates Barty, and Barty hates James.

Apparently, none of that matters because Barty’s already pulling his cock out from his pants, giving it a few slow strokes. As if all the gods in the world are against him, James’ mouth waters at the sight, focus locking in with the precum sitting all shiny on the head of his cock.

“Now, are you going to be a good boy, James?” Regulus asks, cocking his head to the side. His fingers are playing a dangerous game with the waistband of his trousers. Hell, James wouldn’t blame Regulus for wanting to touch himself right now because whatever it is that Barty’s doing, it’s undeniably hot, James’ skin prickling with want.

“Yes,” James finally whispers, gaze flickering between Regulus and Barty.

“Good boy,” Barty praises with a grin, tapping his cheek lightly with his free hand.

James almost jerks away, but surprisingly, he finds himself leaning into the touch, swaying on his knees as he eyes greedily at Barty’s cock. Slick tip begging for a tongue—James’ tongue. James swallows, throat bobbing, and without so much as a single word, James opens his mouth, staring expectantly at Barty.

“Good god,” Barty snorts, rubbing the head of his cock over James’ lips, getting them all shiny with precum.

“He loves having his mouth full. Sucks the strap like a champ. Go on,” Regulus urges, slipping his hand below the waistband of his pants. “Let him have a taste.”

“What if,” Barty considers, just slipping the tip of cock against James’ tongue. “I just want to fuck him. Fill him up nice and good.”

Regulus shrugs, then nods. “He’ll take anything you give. Won’t you, James?”

All sense flies out the window when James laps hungrily at the head of Barty’s cock, a delicious moan escaping from the back of his throat. But Regulus is right, James will, unfortunately, take anything he’s given. Even if it means he doesn’t get the luxury of sucking Barty off until he’s coming down James’ throat.

Next thing James knows, he’s being manhandled onto the bed, face pushed down into the mattress, his ass up in the air. He’s exposed, hole clenching around nothing. But he’s desperate, arching his back more to push his hips back, and Barty just chuckles, low and breathy, as he slaps James’ ass. The sound of skin against skin echoing through the air.

James makes a keening noise, squeezing his eyes shut when he feels Barty spit over his hole, circling the pad of his finger over the mess. Willingly, James finds himself opening to Barty, practically sucking his finger into tight heat.

“Eager, aren’t we, baby?” Barty teases, fucking the spit into James with his finger.

“Hey,” Regulus says, and James has no idea what is happening until he hears something hit Barty’s palm and the distinct sound of a cap popping open. Cool liquid drips over his hole and around Barty’s finger.

The thing about Barty is that he doesn’t give two fucks about anything. He doesn’t waste any time or draw it out. Barty Crouch Jr. fucks like he’s on a mission: a mission to destroy James Potter even if it’s the last thing he does.

Therefore, there’s utterly no surprise, maybe aside from the ungodly moan that leaves James’ mouth, when Barty barely takes time to finger James before lining his cock up and slowly pressing forward. It aches, gloriously so. The stretch and burn, and despite himself, James rocks his hips back, whining pitifully.

“Fuckin’ tight,” Barty hisses, bottoming out before slapping James’ ass again.

James buries his face against the sheets, panting into the mattress. Regulus huffs from his position in the corner, undoubtedly stroking over his cunt as he watches Barty fuck James within an inch of his life.

There’s barely any time to adjust before Barty lets loose, fucking James with reckless abandon, with the sole intent of pulling as many sinful noises from the man as possible. It’s dizzying for James, barely able to catch his breath as Barry’s hips snap against his ass.

“B-Barty, fuck,” James curses into the mattress. He kisses his teeth, embarrassed by how good it feels, how rough Barty’s being.

“Reg, baby, doesn’t Jamie look so good right now? Taking my cock so prettily. Do you think he could come just from this?” Barty questions as if he isn’t pounding into James carelessly.

“He can. He has,” Regulus answers breathlessly.

Barty hums, bringing his attention back to James. He leans over James back, changing the angle, and it makes James wail, face hot and sweaty from being shoved against the mattress. It doesn’t get any better, or it does, when Barty grabs the back of James’ head, pushing him further into the soft mattress. James turns into a rabid animal, doing everything in his power to push his hips back, desperate to draw Barty in deeper.

Barty keeps hitting that spot—over and over. Little specks of light cloud James’ vision, barely able to keep his eyes open. Another slap rings through the room, his ass cheek jiggling beneath the force. From the corner, Regulus squeaks, and James can just make out the slight flush on Regulus’ cheeks, hand staying still in his pants.

“Gonna be a good boy and come for me?” Barty murmurs into James’ ear just as he gives a particularly hard thrust, and James loses it.

He doesn’t even see it coming, until he’s already releasing thick ropes of white onto the sheets beneath him, eyes rolling to the back of his head. He doesn’t even feel when Barty moves back, no longer crowding his space. James only comes to when he feels a splash of warmth against his puffy hole. He gasps when a finger drags through the mess, and the surprise only continues when the finger is brought around to his lips, Barty giving him a gentle, “Open up.”

James obeys, parting his lips to allow Barty’s finger to enter his mouth. He’s thorough, sucking the cum right off Barty’s finger like it’s his last meal. An embarrassing breathy moan comes from James, his cheeks flushed and hair a downright mess.

From the corner, Regulus speaks, “Look at you. Behaving so well. Don’t you think this solved all your problems, hm?”

There’s a waver in his voice, and James knows Regulus is beyond turned on at the point. And James is so far gone, all he can think about is getting his mouth on his boyfriend’s cunt before he withers away into nothingness.

Even in James' wrecked state, he can’t deny the satiety he’s feeling. The dull ache in his bones, brought on by the person he’s supposed to hate. Hate courses through his veins no longer, it simply can’t, not when Barty delivered in the way he did.

“Reggie asked you a question. Are you going to answer, or did I fuck you stupid?” Barty taunts, brushing the hair off James’ forehead.

Thing is, James does feel stupid. Completely and utterly stupid, foolish—an imbecile. But he can’t be bothered to care. So, he admits, albeit weakly, “No more problems. ‘M good—we’re good.”

Barty cackles, slapping James’ ass once more for good measure. And James? He sure hopes this isn’t the last time.

#james potter #barty crouch jr #regulus black #jartylus #james x regulus x barty #the marauders #for my sweet anon <3 #mar tag #jartylus microfic #han’s microfics

[sommerregenjuniluft]

@jegulus-microfic april 27 - diplomacy - 1117 words

aka there’s a few unexpected babies in a shed and regulus is a master of persuasion

It starts with Harry.

He’s running around in the back garden as Regulus peeks outside to call him for dinner.

When Regulus calls him he comes bounding over the meadow, red cheeked and flushed and a little sweaty.

Regulus bends down to smack a kiss on his damp hair and presses a glass of water into his small hands.

Harry gulps half of it with vigor, breathing loudly and then puts it back down on the table with a thunk. “Uh- Paps.”

“Mhm?”

“Where’s Mochi?”

“Mochi?” Regulus hums, realizing he actually doesn’t know where their cat is, “I haven’t seen him in the house today.”

“Oh,” Harry makes, his brows drawing together.

Regulus’ chest tightens, “I’m sure he’ll be back by bedtime, pumpkin.”

The rest of the afternoon passes, the sun sets and Mochi still hasn’t shown.

Harry gets ready for bed worried but James makes up a bedtime story about adventure cats with supernatural powers and all’s well.

That is until it’s two days later and Mochi still hasn’t wound up yet.

Regulus gets actually concerned and quietly talks to James in bed at night about the possibility of Mochi having been hit by a car. James is optimistic though, gently stroking through his curls and kissing his forehead, reassuring Regulus that their cat will be back.

True to his fiancé’s word Mochi turns up just another day later. Safe and sound, no wounds or scratches and bonking his forehead against their legs like nothing was amiss.

Harry is ecstatic and Regulus sighs so heavy in relief he feels 10 pounds lighter—that is until Mochi keeps flitting back out into the garden, mewling loudly.

James and Harry go out into the yard to play on the trampoline, thinking their cat may just want some company out in the nice weather.

“I dunno, love,” James shakes his head, clambering down from the trampoline, “It sounds like something is bothering him. He keeps walking around, yelling at us.”

Regulus combs an errant strand of James’ hair back from his forehead, frowning slightly. He sighs, “It does seem like he wants something from us.”

Harry is still bouncing on the net, then he announces suddenly, “I think maybe he wants to show us something.”

James and Regulus exchange looks and then they help Harry put on his shoes again and start following behind a relentlessly meowing Mochi.

Their cat takes them out back towards the end line of their property to Monty’s old shed they don’t really use for anything.

Mochi squeezes right through a broken panel of wood inside, still meowing.

Regulus throws James a skeptical look but James just shrugs and rattles and yanks at the old door until it swings open.

That’s when Regulus hears it.

More meowing. Tiny, high mewling.

Baby kittens.

His eyes meet James in an instant as a small gasp elicits from Regulus’ throat, eyes widening in adoration and teeth digging in his lower lip, ridiculously excited.

James takes Harry up on his hip with a grin and nods Regulus to enter first.

With the help of the sunlight streaming in through the open door they find the little family in an instant.

The mom is a beautiful grey-ish tabby and there’s three little furballs attached to her stomach.

There’s one similar to Mochi with all black and white spots, another tiger striped one with an orangey undertone and then an entirely black one safe for one white spot around its ear that immediately has Regulus breaking out into coos.

Mochi runs around between Regulus’ legs all excited, screaming still, and he gently shushes their cat with head scratches. He bends down to say hello to the mom while James explains everything to Harry behind him.

It takes a few contemplative sniffs from mom before she takes a careful lick at Regulus’ finger. Mochi smells like them so Regulus is glad the mom realizes they’re family and not a threat.

Regulus beckons James and Harry over and pulls the latter between his spread knees, murmuring quietly, “These are Mochi’s babies, Harry, just like you are ours.”

Harry nods importantly, eyes fixated on the kittens.

“We have to introduce ourselves to the mom first though before we get to say Hello to the babies. Like this,” Regulus takes Harry’s hand in his and lets the female cat sniff him too.

Harry giggles when she licks him with her rough tongue and Regulus’ heart nearly bursts when she tilts her head into his little palm. James follows suit, stroking through Regulus’ curls with his other hand. It’s a marvelous moment shared between the three of them and Regulus desperately hopes that it’s going to stay a core memory in all their minds.

They run back to the house to get a pillowed basket and blankets for the mom and babies to transport back in. At the end of the day Regulus’ cheeks hurt from smiling so much.

Until James comes up behind him while brushing teeth, arms wrapped around his stomach and asks who they want to give two of the babies to.

Regulus thinks he must be clinically insane for the suggestion but he doesn’t say so just yet. He has to play his cards right here to get what he wants and what his little family clearly deserves despite whatever James may think for whatever obviously illogical reason.

So Regulus just shrugs and spits into the sink.

The next morning when Harry is already in kindergarden he grabs James on his way out to door to work.

He drapes himself all prettily against the door frame, purposly toying with the ring on James’ finger. “So,” he starts, “About the kittens.”

James already slips into a playfully skeptical expression, “What about them?”

Regulus clears his throat professionally, “After diplomatic discussions we found that there was no way for us not to keep them.”

“A-huh?”

Regulus huffs, “Yes.”

“Just between the two of you…” James prods, one brow raised.

“Yes.” Regulus’ expression is unwavering stone. He’s so standing his ground. Not budging. He’s a wall.

“All 3 of them?”

“They have names, to your information,” Regulus spits. Then adds in a more quiet voice, “Strawberry, Vanilla and Matcha.”

James only hums in return, but the corners of his lips are already curling with a badly concealed grin so Regulus knows they’ve as good as won.

“So,” he sucks his teeth, cocking his head and blinking up at his fiancé from under his lashes, “We’re gonna need a bigger car tree.”

James’ grin blooms full force and he rolls his eyes behind his glasses. Then he smacks Regulus’ ass so hard, Regulus makes a sound that sounds embarrassingly similar to the ones the kittens make.

#jegulus #hi im late with this >.< almost finished it then thought it was trash. finished it now and i like the ending so *shrugs* #enjoy<3 #jegulus microfic #james potter #regulus black #jegulus raising harry #starchaser #sunseeker #domestic jegulus #jegulus fluff #james potter x regulus black #regulus black x james potter #lune’s tiny fic

[regulus-blacks-lover]

Hi it's me again

72 with regulus💚

I have a story idea, if you don't like it, you don't have to answer

Sooo you are kinda innocent, like you had sex before but unspecial without feelings. And regulus founds out you are reading smut books and want to give you the special spice experience you deserve. Maybe you are reading and he starts eating you out

Lot of love to you💓

Sorry it's taken me literal ages to write this! I hope u like it!

1,329 words

#72: “there is no way anyone is that innocent”

"What's up, little dove?" Regulus asked, plopping down onto the common room couch next to you.

You glanced up from your History of Magic textbook just long enough to shoot him an annoyed look. "I've got so much to do Reg. Gotta read this whole section of the book and write two essays by tomorrow."

He leaned his head on your shoulder to look at the chapter you'd already turned back to. "Oh the magical transparency uprisings of 1754," he said. You bit back your annoyance. Regulus was so good at history, thanks to the years of private tutoring his parents had supplied him for his entire childhood.

"I've been reading this page for twenty minutes," you groaned. "It's not sinking in. I'm doomed!"

Your best friend pulled your legs into his lap. "I'll help you." he said, positioning the textbook in your lap so you could both see it. You watched Regulus skim the page before he began summarizing the entire chapter like he'd been preparing a presentation on it. As he spoke, he traced lazy lines up your calves.

You relaxed into his touch and slowly began to understand what the dry words in your textbook had been trying to say.

It was always like this, Regulus coming to your rescue. Your best friend. Never anything more than kind words and casual, platonic contact. Sometimes you thought you caught him looking at you with something beyond just friendship in his gaze, but you always told yourself you were making it up.

You made it through another finals week, thanks to Regulus. The weather outside began warming as spring approached. You'd planned to stay at the school for the short spring break with a group of friends, but several of them had gotten into relationships during the term and had abandoned those plans in favor of spending the spring outside in their lovers arms. You couldn't fault them, but you also couldn't help the bitter jealousy that burned in your chest when you thought of how lonely you were.

You'd had a few relationships, of course, each as unfulfilling and short lived as the last. You'd never felt a spark with any of your partners, never cared for them the way you wanted to. And in return, you hadn't been properly cared for.

With the castle nearly empty, you ventured into the library, ending up in the small romance section. You rifled through a few books before finding one that was properly steamy. You tucked it under your arm and made your way back to the common room.

You find a decently private corner and begin reading, crossing your legs in search of friction as you reach the first sex scene in the book.

"He was consuming her like fire, his tongue stroking in long, slow licks, curling–"

"Hello little dove," a voice says, sitting down next to you. You start, instinctively angling your book away from view. You'd been so focused on the book that you hadn't even heard Regulus come in. Glancing around, you noticed that it was just the two of you in the room. "Please tell me you aren't studying during the break? That's so sad," he said, offering you a mock-pout.

"I'm not studying." You replied, trying to move the book further out of view.

Regulus cocked an eyebrow. He knew you too well, damn him. Before you could react, he snatched the book from your grasp, flipping it back open. You could only watch as his eyes scanned the pages, taking in the smut you'd been reading.

"I knew it. I knew there was absolutely no way anyone could be that innocent." He said, turning to smirk at you.

"What?" You asked, too embarrassed to think of anything else.

Regulus placed a hand on your knee, eyes momentarily lingering on your still crossed legs before he raised his gaze to yours again. "I thought maybe you were just so innocent, the way I touched you never felt like anything beyond just friendly touches." He said quietly. "I never let it go beyond that. I always wanted... I always wanted to make you feel good, I just thought you weren't... into that kind of thing."

Your gaze darted to his hand on your knee. As you watched, he slid his hand upward, just high enough that his thumb vanished below the hem of your skirt. Out of sight, he traced a gentle line against your thigh.

He leaned into you. "Do you want me to touch you?" He purred into your ear. His warm breath fanned across your neck.

Your voice was breathy when you replied, "Yes."

He pressed a kiss against your shoulder and asked, "Do you want me to touch you in all of those filthy ways you read about?"

You felt like you couldn't breathe. "Please." You said, all bust gasping the word out.

"Good." He said, but then he pulled his warm hand out from where it had been making its way underneath your skirt.

"Regulus, what-" you began, but he cut you off by grabbing your hips to pull you to the edge of the small couch you'd been perched on.

He knelt before you, leaning forward to kiss you. His hands were back on you, one on each thigh, trailing impossibly upward until your skirt was pushed all the way up around your waist and one of his thumbs began drawing torturously slow circles over your underwear.

You ran your fingers through his hair, pulling him deeper into the kiss. For all the times you'd wondered what it would be like to kiss him, the real thing was so much better than you'd even imagined.

You began rocking your hips ever so slightly upwards, trying to create more pressure as he touched you so gently. You felt Regulus smile into the kiss before he pulled away.

"Lean back for me, my dove." He said, gently pushing your shoulders back so you were half lying against the back of the couch.

You watched him sink down in front of you, his hands pulling your legs apart. He hooked his fingers into the sides of your panties and you lifted your hips to allow him room to shimmy the fabric down your legs. Your face flushed slightly, suddenly feeling bare and vulnerable. Regulus began to kiss his way up your legs, starting at your knees and making his way upward to your core, where his thumb was already rubbing slow circles against your clit, spreading your wetness around.

You inhaled sharply as he sucked the tender flesh of your inner thigh into his mouth, sure to leave a mark behind. His gaze flicked up to you, full of desire. "Do you want me to keep going?" He asked, waiting for you to pant out a 'yes' before continuing. He replaced his thumb with his mouth and you swore you'd never felt anything so good.

A small whimper left your mouth as he pushed a finger into your entrance, keeping his mouth locked on your clit, sucking it harshly before releasing it to lick it gently over and over.

He began to increase his pace, flicking his tongue over your core faster and faster until you were shaking under his touch. Meanwhile, he added a second finger to your pussy, curling them up into your center, hitting that sweet spot and making you cry out again.

Your hands were tangled in his hair and you bucked your hips up into his mouth, meeting his every thrust with one of your own.

"Regulus," you gasped, "Regulus, 'm gonna come."

He was unrelenting, continuing to lick and kiss and suck at you until your orgasm washed over you, more powerful than any pleasure you'd ever felt before.

When at last Regulus pulled away, you were a mess before him. "You have no idea how long I've wanted to taste you." He whispered, looking up at you from his position between your thighs.

#my writing #reg fic mine #regulus black x you #regulus black x reader #regulus black smut #regulus black fic #regulus black #blondbadbitchp

[remusslove]

Hiiiiii! I love your work sm! <3

I was wondering if you could maybe do a sub!regulus having a rough day and going to dom!readers dorm to be taken care of? <3

With feel at absolute peace. You have a few candles lit up, fully deep cleaned your room and are now currently snuggled in bed waiting for regulus to get out of his extra class.

“Why don’t you fuck off sirius? Go back to your brother or whatever you call that gryffindor your always hanging out with!” Regulus words are like venom piercing into Sirius’s ears. Of course regulus knows who James is, but he doesn’t want to find the courage to say his name.

With that Sirius scoffs and flips him off turning directly and his heel and storming away. Regulus quickly taking deep breath to gather himself not wanting to let the tears fall down his cheeks. That’s the second argument this week. Usually they just ignore each other whenever they make eye contact in the halls.

You hear a knock on the door and immediately open it only to be met with a grumpy teary eyed regulus. “Another argument with Sirius?” You asked softly. “Yeah, he keeps fucking with me, it’s like he knows when I’m upset.” He spit out dropping his book bag on the corner you gave him and plopping himself on the bed.

You giggle a bit before unlacing his dark green converse. Pressing a kiss on his forehead and nose you stroke his face with your hand looking into his stubborn filled eyes. “Oh Reg, as hard as a rock, is that why you were upset before Sirius?” You cooed. He scoffed softly about to disagree before you cupped his hard on with your soft hands.

“Hm? What was that regulus?” You teased applying more pressure causing him to buck his hips and whine slightly. “Yes, missed you.” He whimpered. “Poor baby, m gonna help you mkay? Gonna let all those silly thoughts out of your head yeah?” The way you talk to him drives him insane.

Talking to him as if he’s a baby, only yours. “Yes please” he whispers. You unhook his belt and pull down his pants and boxers with such ease he forgot when they were on. His head clouded with pressure as you spit on his needy cock, not forgetting to give attention to his tip.

“Mommy, oh god-” you shush him gently and he immediately goes silent, grabbing the soft linen blanket you out over the sheet. Pumping you hand up and down his cock occasionally reaching down to press kisses on his stomach.

Increasing you past strings of moans he tried to fight by closing his mouth are now the only sounds of the room beside the soft squelches of your hand running up and down his red tip and cock, precum beading down.

“Oh mommy, right there! I’m gonna cum! Please can I cum?” He begs tears now freely falling down his pale cheeks. “Of course baby boy, cum for me.” That’s all it took for him to tip over the edge. Roped of cum stain his stomach as he takes short breaths in between over stimulated whines.

“Such a good boy regulus, can mommy get the towel?” You asked him rubbing his slightly sweaty forehead to get his falling hair out of his face. Usually regulus likes to cuddle after a session, so when he’s finally asleep you can sneak out of bed to clean him up so he won’t wake up all sticky.

He nods pushing the duvet under his head as a sort of pillow. You quick waltz into the bathroom in and out, and wipe him down. He whined as you cleaned his cock. Poor thing all overstimulated.

Finally joining him in bed so he could talk about his day before drifting to sleep laying on your chest.

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[lulublack90]

Prompt 2 - Pool

@jegulus-microfic March 2 Word count 686

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Once they made it back to the beach, they apparated away from that godforsaken cave. They apparated first to the lake district, then the Yorkshire Dales and finally to the safe house. Mad-Eye had instilled in all Order members the importance of multiple apparation’s before going to their final destination. Regulus saw no real point to it, but after that cave, he felt like all his senses were on high alert, so he didn’t argue when James took them across the country. 

The safe house was small. Regulus supposed it didn’t need to be massive, with only the two of them meeting there. They passed through the wards and protection charms with no bother. Regulus hoped there was somewhere soft to sit down. He was exhausted, and the realisation of what they’d just done was starting to catch up with him. 

They walked into the cosy living room to find a gigantic, shaggy, black dog standing in the middle of the room. Regulus yelped and jumped backwards as the dog lunged forward. 

Arms wrapped around him, and he opened his screwed-shut eyes to find Sirius hugging him tightly. 

“What the fuck is happening?” He asked James as he scanned the room for the dog. 

“We’re animagi,” James said simply. “He’s the black dog.”

“What? How? You’re not registered!” He paused and stared at James. “You said we’re. What animal are you?” James went to the sofa and collapsed on it. 

“I’m a stag.”

“As in a deer?”

“The very same.”

“Can I see it?” Regulus had forgotten all about Sirius latched onto him. He absentmindedly stroked Sirius’s back. James looked around the room, seeming to be debating something. 

“No,” He said. “The room’s too small.” Regulus’s eyes went wide. 

“Just how big are you?”

“Huge.” 

They let a few moments pass as they took in their success. “Sirius, let go of Regulus. We need to examine the locket.” Sirius reluctantly unwrapped his arms from Regulus but took his hand and pulled him to the sofa. The sofa wasn’t made for three, but they squashed onto it anyway. 

Regulus groaned at the softness of the cushions. He hadn’t realised how achy his body was.

“What happened in there?” Sirius asked, his eyes darting between his brother and his best friend. 

“There was a secret cave behind the cave.” James began, “We got through it using a blood sacrifice—”

“Blood magic!” Sirius butted in. James nodded. 

“Yeah, then there was this huge pool—” James tried again. 

“I’d say it was more of a lake,” Regulus spoke over James. 

“Okay, a lake and there was this boat that would only let one of us over to the island unless I covered myself with the invisibility cloak and…” James continued the story, describing the potion and how Regulus had drunk from the lake, disturbing the Inferi and how they only just escaped. “We left a replica of the locket. Hopefully, Voldemort won’t go back and check anytime soon, but if he does, fingers crossed, it’ll fool him. 

Regulus pulled the locket out of his pocket and held it before them. 

“Wait, I know this locket.” He turned it in his hands, trying to find the memory. “It’s Slytherin’s locket!” He gasped.

“Are you sure?” Sirius held out his hand and twirled the locket on its chain. 

“I walked past Salazar’s Portrait nearly every day, multiple times for seven years. I think I know his gaudy locket when I see it. Just look at the snake.” James moved closer.

“I think he might be right, you know.” 

“Well, let’s call a meeting and get Barty and Evan to confirm it, and we still need to figure out how to destroy them,” Sirius said as he stared at the locket. They could all feel the evil pulsating from it. Regulus put it back in his pocket. 

“Right, let’s just have a few minutes to recuperate and then head over to Rosier House. Reg can check that the coast is clear, and then we can figure out what to do with the Horcrux.” James proposed.

All three of them fell asleep almost immediately.  

Next part

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[aniwahstan]

The Jegulus 1999 Record Store AU

Ff: Meet on Telegraph Avenue

The one where Regulus moves from London to crash with Sirius in California, then falls for his roommate who is an absolute prick to him for months before he finally admits that he’s in love with him

(Smut below the cut)

They crawl through the window and discard their glasses in the sink on the way to James’ room. Regulus sits on the edge of the bed while James runs a hand over his CD collection. “What do you want to listen to?”

Regulus lays back onto the mattress. “You pick.”

“Alright, but you asked for it.”

Regulus hears the click of the play button. Under the Bridge by the Red Hot Chili Peppers starts to play. Regulus sits-up immediately. “No, why?”

James raises his eyebrows. “What is your problem with RHCP?”

Regulus groans and falls back to the bed. “All of their songs are about doing drugs in California.”

James lowers himself to the bed and lays back beside Regulus. “I know. It’s perfect.”

Their heads fall to the side and James reaches across his body and lays it on Regulus’ cheek. “I’ll distract you so you won’t even know what’s playing.”

Regulus smirks as James rolls on top of him and lets his full weight drop onto Regulus’ body. His hand wanders down to Regulus’ waist and slips under his t-shirt. They kiss for a few minutes before James stands beside the bed. It’s art - how James undoes the second button of his overalls and lets them fall to the floor in one smooth motion.

James makes quick work of undressing Regulus and throwing his clothing to the floor. They laugh in between their tongues in each other’s mouth, a bit sloppy from the alcohol in their blood.

James guides Regulus’ head to the pillows and trails down his stomach with his tongue, then back up again. He takes him into his hand first, making Regulus’ back arch into the touch. When his mouth replaces his hand Regulus throws his head back, letting a shameless groan slip from his mouth as James adds pressure with his tongue. Regulus is going to implode if he keeps going.

James stops just before Regulus loses it, knowing exactly what he’s doing with his torturous pause. He kisses Regulus’ neck and reaches for the drawer beside his bed, finding the condoms and lube that he always keeps there.

James looks at him from above, hovering over his body. “Your turn?”

Regulus’ eyes go wide with surprise. He’s topped before, but it’s rare. Very rare. Guys usually just assume what he likes because he’s smaller, and gentle, and listens to love songs.

James’ eyes swim with unholy desire at Regulus’ surprise. “I believe you promised me a little payback from my actions on the bus.”

Regulus takes the condom between his fingers and leans in to bite James’ shoulder - an impure act to match James’ impure eyes. “Fuck yes.”

James turns and falls to the bed. He watches as Regulus rolls the condom on himself and drips lube onto his hand. James’ gaze never leaves where Regulus’ hand strokes, touching himself and purposefully drawing it out to make James agonize over having to wait.

Regulus climbs over with a leg on each side of James’ hips. He trails his slick fingers down his stomach and returns the patience James gave him, making sure he’s ready and all but begging for more.

“Ready?”

The smirk that crosses James’ face is downright a sin. He nods his head as Regulus positions himself between his legs. He moves in slowly, inch by inch, soaking in every moan from James’ mouth as he pushes further and further. James’ neck cranes as he stays inside of him without moving, pulling James hips into him from below. The feeling of being inside of James barely allows Regulus the mental strength to tease. He wants to make it slow, make it torturously slow. But he’s not that strong. He has to move.

When he’s found his rhythm, Regulus leans up and supports himself with one hand on the mattress, leaving enough space for him to reach between them and tease James with his fingers as they go. When he wraps his fingers around James and starts to stroke him in rhythm with his thrusts, James’ gaze lands on Regulus’ face with a slack jaw. James’ thighs press into the sides of Regulus’ body as he looks down at what Regulus is doing to him. He licks his lips, watching Regulus move in and out with the stare of a hunter. Regulus has a sudden realization, and moves his hand from between them up to James’ neck. He lays his palm on James’ throat, just barely adding pressure.

Out of nowhere, James starts to buck from under him. James’ arms wrap around his back, pulling him into his chest. He whispers directly into Regulus’ ear. “Harder.”

Regulus is blind with pleasure as he moves faster, relinquishing himself fully and burying his body within James. James was right. Regulus can’t even hear the music over their shared moaning and heavy breathing. All he can hear is James’ inhales getting shorter and shorter, which takes Regulus right to the edge with him. Regulus comes just as James lets out a final long groan and throws his head back to the pillow.

#regulus as a top is my religion #they’re both vers in this AU which is the highlight of my writing life #also the 90s music hits and there’s a playlist obviously #jegulus #regulus black #james potter #jegulus fic #starchaser #regulus fanfiction #jegulus smut #James Potter smut #regulus black smut #jegulus fanfiction

[starchaserwrites]

@croptopjames / birthday boy James gets one of his birthday wishes / word count: 333 / stay tunned for a surpise!

An 80s-themed birthday party should be completely harmless… or so Regulus thought. When he walks through the door to enter the house that's roaring to the beat of Relax by Frankie Goes to Hollywood, and finds James dancing on a table top, it's not a new experience for him at all. However, the fact that the birthday boy is wearing a tee shirt that appears to have lost the bottom half in a fortunate accident, and jeans that hug his hips dangerously low, leaving his abdomen completely on display as he moves, is something entirely new. James Potter dressed as Glen Lantz in Nightmare on Elm Street wasn't on his bingo card for this year, but heaven knows Regulus isn't about to complain about it. The feverish feeling that possesses the silver eyed man is nothing new either, but the intensity with which it takes hold of him is definitely a novelty.

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"Three wishes, James! Don't forget the three wishes!" Sirius can be heard shouting over the noise of the party about an hour later as his best friend is about to blow out the candles on his ice cream birthday cake. After pretending to think for a few moments, James looks up, then down at the cake and then to the front, stopping when he connects his gaze with Regulus'. The candlelights make his eyes glow fiercely and he almost takes Regulus' breath away as he winks at him. Suddenly, the room goes dark as the older boy ends the ritual by extinguishing the flames.

When Regulus gets the tiniest stain on the jacket of his Danny Zuko costume after The Marauders smear James with a cream cake solely made with that purpose, is the perfect opportunity to sneak off with James to his room with the excuse of needing to clean themselves as soon as possible, and end up licking the remnants of cake off James' abdomen.

“So birthday wishes do come true,” James says as he strokes Regulus' hair.

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[xjustakay]

(9/7) prompt: early — 1,461 words (nsfw; explicit sexual content; shower shenanigans) @jegulus-microfic

Regulus knows that James had the day to work from home, but when he gets back to their flat, it’s quiet inside. The lights are off in the living room, the late afternoon sunshine slanting through the blinds. There’s no clack of computer keys, no overlapping voices of a Zoom meeting or phone call. James isn’t at the table or even on the couch. Upon listening closer, Regulus realizes that the shower water is running.

Which is perfect actually, because despite the fact that his last class of the day got abruptly canceled, allowing him to head home before he usually would, it’s been a long day. Overly priced course reading, pretentious teachers, and an obnoxious group project already assigned; he’s fucking done with this whole university thing and he’s got a long way still to go. Finding his boyfriend in the shower and being able to join him feels like exactly what he needs.

Regulus leaves his school bag in its usual spot, toes his shoes off just inside the door, then heads to the bedroom. He’s halfway stripped out of his clothes before he’s even in the adjoined bathroom. Seconds after he pushes the door open he freezes, thumbs hooked in the waistband of his briefs and darkened eyes staring toward the distorted glass of the shower.

James must not have heard him come in over the sound of the water. Or perhaps he’s too focused on his current task, as Regulus can make out the shape of exactly what James is doing beneath the shower water that’s filling the bathroom with steam. James hums, low and throaty, unintentional more than likely, and Regulus feels like the sound drags down every groove of his spine, making him shudder faintly.

He watches for a few seconds, can just make out the distinct shift of James’ one arm as he tugs over his cock in quick strokes. Another soft groan from inside the shower has Regulus hurriedly shimmying out of his underwear and moving to the door. As soon as he carefully slides one side open, it’s James’ turn to freeze. Wide eyes land on Regulus where he stands outside the shower still, the hand James has wrapped around his heavy, leaking cock halting.

“Well, don’t stop on my account,” Regulus murmurs slyly.

There’s zero shyness in the way that he takes James in. Every inch of him on display where he’s half-turned toward the open door, there’s more than plenty to look at. Water rolls down his tan skin, steam dances around him, and he’s honest to god a picture perfect wet dream right now, naked and dripping with his cock in his hand and nothing but undeniable want in his gaze.

James exhales a punched out breath, eyes dragging down over Regulus’ naked body. His hand glides along his cock in a slow pull, teeth grazing his bottom lip before he says, “You’re home early. I was supposed to have two hours to myself.”

“I mean, I can go and leave you to it, if that’s what you really want.” Regulus points with a thumb back over his shoulder.

“Fuck off,” James huffs, half a laugh, teetering into a groan when he tugs at his cock again. “Get in here.”

Regulus definitely doesn’t need to be told twice. James turns fully to face him, hands immediately curling at his waist and tugging. There’s no time for Regulus to adjust to the heat of the shower water on his skin before James is leaning down to kiss him.

Immediately, James licks into his mouth, two matching moans bouncing off tiled walls as they get a taste of each other for the first time since early this morning. One of Regulus’ hands grips at the back of James’ soaked hair. After a few seconds, he yanks at it sharply to pull him back. He doesn’t go far, mouthing along the edge of James’ slightly stubbled jaw until he gets down to his neck and bites. 

James moans, long and loud, as Regulus sucks his skin between his teeth, leaving his mark on him in the way that he so loves. Their cocks slide against each other when James’ hips jerk forward, seeking out friction he’d been giving himself moments prior. Regulus swears under his breath right into the curve of his neck, already just as hard as James is. 

His opposite hand scrapes down James’ chest, clipped fingernails over one nipple earning another moan before he moves all the way to his intended destination. The moment Regulus’ long fingers wrap around James’ length, a whine escapes James’ lips.

“What were you thinking about?” Regulus keeps the motion of his hand along him slow, tantalizing. He’s dragging this out now that he’s got the chance. “Tell me.”

James hisses when the pad of Regulus’ thumb circles the slick head of his cock. “Shit— You. Always you.”

“Oh, you can be more creative than that, baby, come on now,” Regulus teases. “What was I doing?”

It’s clear that James is having a difficult time with this, already worked up from getting started on himself before Regulus got there and made things harder for him. James drops his forehead against his, water from his hair dripping past the fluttered blink of Regulus’ eyelashes.

“Was I doing something like this?” He goads him further, quickening his strokes for a few seconds then slowing back down again.

James sucks in a shallow breath, head shaking against his. “Not your hand.”

“My ass then?” Regulus hums. Pulls his hair again to jerk his head around while the other doesn’t let up. “Thinking about how you fucked me so good last night you left me aching all morning?”

James moans between parted lips, no words available to him, it seems.

Regulus grazes his teeth along his jaw in a path to his ear, licks hotly down the shell of it. “Or maybe it was my mouth, huh?”

James’ fingers press harshly into his hips, inevitably painting new purple over what already twinges slightly beneath it. Regulus will never tire of those ten little bruises coloring his skin, reminding him of the fucking perfect hands that left them there.

“Was that it, then? Thinking about my mouth on your dick?” James knocks his forehead down against Regulus’ shoulder, grips his hips so tight it nearly hurts. “Picturing how pretty I look on my knees for you while you fuck my throat, make me cry with it?”

“Regulus, Jesus fucking—”

“I can give you that, baby, just say the word.” Regulus squeezes around the base of James’ cock and revels in the way James shudders in response.

“M’not gonna fuckin’ last at this rate,” James manages after a low groan.

“Mm, at least I’ll get to taste it.”

The shower water’s gone lukewarm as it pours over them, but Regulus is on fucking fire as he drops down and wastes no time taking James into his mouth. He pushes forward as far as he can, relaxing his throat, nose brushing a familiar trail of dark hair. James grips at his dripping curls with both hands and thrusts shallowly right there at the back of his throat again and again and again. 

As warned, he doesn’t last long, managing little more than five or six thrusts before he’s crying out with his head thrown back, spilling down Regulus’ throat as he swallows every drop eagerly. As Regulus pulls off and inhales a ragged breath, there’s still a thick string of drool connecting them for a moment before the raining water between them rinses it away. Regulus blinks a single built up tear loose from the corner of his eye, hazily looking up at where James is slowly working to catch his breath.

“Happy I got home early?” His voice is positively wrecked, but he knows that’s one of James’ favorite ways to hear it.

James’ laugh teeters on delirious as he shakes his head. He leans forward to extend one arm and brace his hand against the shower wall. His other hand tucks beneath Regulus’ chin so he can trace his thumb over reddened lips slick with spit.

“Probably just as happy as you’re gonna be when we get out of here and I realign your spine again,” James murmurs.

Regulus hums and shifts from his subtly aching knees to stand back up. He takes a brief moment to kiss at the corner of James’ mouth before he purposefully turns his back to him. Regulus knows exactly what he’s doing when he wiggles his ass back into him then tilts back to loll his head onto James’ shoulder.

“Wash my hair for me first, I earned it.”

James laughs again, wholly amused this time, but he does exactly what Regulus asks.

#jegulus #jegulus microfic #*jazz hands* back at it again with dead of night smut microfic #been a few days since i did these had to come back with a bang #the shower is clean but the talk is dirty #what a time #kay’s microfic #kay’s writing

[musicoftheheart]

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prompt: “Teach me to fight.”

word count: 629

It had started four months ago. Sirius had just ran away, leaving Regulus alone. Mother bore down on him harder than ever, and Father drowned himself in his bottles more often than not. It was hell, quite frankly, but there was perhaps one light in the darkness of it all.

James.

Though Regulus struggled to come to terms with it, Sirius must still have cared enough about him to send James stalking around the school grounds, following him like some sort of bodyguard. And as much as part of Regulus wanted to snap at him, tell him to piss off and run back to his brother, having James around was a small comfort in his days.

Somehow, even on the days where Regulus skipped classes to hide someplace secret and mourn the loss of his brother from his life, James still found him. He never judged, he just… held him. Stroked his hair, whispered soothing words in his ear, and hugged him. It eventually became a disappointment on the few nights where James wouldn’t find him, though Regulus never learned why he didn’t; he’d guessed by now that James and his friends likely had some sort of spell or something to find people, because they’d started getting caught pranking far less often, so it couldn’t have been that Regulus was getting any better at hiding.

Tonight, they both were laid under the stars, up in the astronomy tower. It was one of Regulus’ favourite spots to hide when he most missed his brother. With his head in James’ lap, he sometimes even fell asleep there. It was peaceful, and James never complained, so Regulus didn’t try to fight his exhaustion when he did.

This time, though, Regulus was wide awake. His eyes were fixed on his brother’s star shining brightest in the midnight sky, and it had him thinking, just as it had last night, and the night before that.

”Teach me to fight,” Regulus said suddenly. James’ hand stilled where it had been stroking through his curls.

”What?” asked James, laughing in slight astonishment.

”You heard me.”

”Okay,” he conceded, “but I don’t understand. You’re a really good duelist, Reggie.”

Regulus shifted slightly, trying not to blush under the praise. “I.. I know. I just— You’re a Gryffindor.”

James blinked down at him. “I’m not seeing your point here, love. Treat me like an idiot?”

Regulus rolled his eyes, now actually blushing. “Gryffindors are… brave. I want to— to be brave. I want to stand up to my parents, like Sirius. I want to fight instead of running or hiding like I always do.”

”You don’t alwa—“

”I’m hiding from Sirius,” Regulus pointed out. “And I hide at home behind a stupid mask of obedience. I’m… I’m hiding from you,” he added in a small whisper. “I don’t want to hide anymore.”

James paused then, eyes raking over Regulus in a way that was both uncomfortable yet hopeful. Eventually, he asked, “What are you hiding from me, Regulus?”

Regulus swallowed. In a sudden surge of courage, he burst upwards and locked his lips against James’. Sparks like mini fireworks seemed to explode in Regulus’ chest, bursting like all those months of slowly falling for James had been building up in him until he couldn’t keep it under control any longer. He felt hands tugging through his hair, holding him up in place until finally, James pulled back, panting.

”Come stay with me, for Christmas,” he breathed, looking so beautifully blissed out and wrecked that Regulus had no other option than to agree, uncaring of how angry his mother will be.

”Yes.” He nodded, resting his forehead against James’. “Okay. Yes.”

“You’re already so brave, my love,” James whispered, pecking another short kiss to his lips. “My little lion.”

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