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harianaswhore · 4 months

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⟡ other drivers ⟡

NONE OF THESE ARE WRITTEN BY ME

ᵐʸ ᵒᵗʰᵉʳ ʳᵉᶜˢ

— ᵗʰᵉ ᵍʳⁱᵈ ⟡

barty the 2nd (smau) - @lorarri

thirsty thoughts (VERY suggestive) (^)

missing piece (angsty) - @katebishopsbow

grid kids (series, sebastian vettel and grid) - @pucksandpower

vettel reincarnate (series) - @disneyprincemuke

positions (by ari) fics (this is everything to me btw) - @turcott3

birthday wishes (smau) - @mclqren

drunk bf texts (text message format) - @csainzoperator

written in the stars (soulmate!au, different drivers) - @oofthwoods

points have been made (lestappen x reader) - @sinofwriting

— ˢᶜᵉⁿᵃʳⁱᵒˢ/ʰᵉᵃᵈᶜᵃⁿᵒⁿˢ ⟡

makeup shopping with the boys (f) - @verstappen-cult

getting caught making out with the boys (sexual references) (^)

boys reacting to being called pretty (mostly f) - @ln444

a privilege called love (f) - @inblurtub

dating f1 drivers (mostly f) - @hauntedrain

moment f1 boys realized you were the one (f) - @itsvelyria

"where they would like to kiss you" (^)

in a relationship with the f1 drivers (suggestive) - @its44indahouse

f1 driver's favorite spot to kiss you - @mirohlayo

names the f1 drivers would call their partner - @lightsoutletsgo

— ᵒˢᶜᵃʳ ᵖⁱᵃˢᵗʳⁱ ⟡

rookie love (smau) - @astonmartinii

kiss it better (^)

cherry lip balm (^)

the smile (smau) - @dreamauri

stick around (f) - @scuderiahoney

my valentine (s) - @thatsdemko

confidence (smau) - @maplesyrupsainz

barbie (smau) - @isimpoveryou

call me your fool (s) - @userlando

he likes my american smile two three four five six seven eight nine - @f1byjessie

heaven won't be the same - @81folklore

angel eyes (smau) - @keerysfreckles

high definition (smau) (^)

heart eyes (smau) - @planetpiastri

when in rome (smau) - @nxrrislando

— ˡᵉʷⁱˢ ʰᵃᵐⁱˡᵗᵒⁿ ⟡

king of my heart (smau) - @cieloclercs

keys to the benz (smau, sexual innuendo) - @imnameimswrld

fashionable couple (smau) - @formulaa-1

hi barbie ! hi ken ! two (smau) - @redbullgirly

him being a simp for you (headcannon) - @itaipava

thick and thin (f,a)- @agendabymooner

around the world (f)- @lewisvinga

him mentioning you (f) - @pickingupmymercedes

— ᵐⁱᶜᵏ ˢᶜʰᵘᵐᵃᶜʰᵉʳ ⟡

jealous!mick (f) - @folkloresthings

i see the light (f) - @writingshushf1

santa doesn't know you like i do (f) - @f1version

interrupted (mentions of smut) - @russellsppttemplates

leclerc!reader (smau) - @pucksandpower

maahi ve (smau) - @love-belle

vlog (smau) - @absolutelynotmate-archive

count me in (smau) - @verstarppen

lovers rock not allowed christmas kids (f) - @luckylzclerc

a vettel and a schumacher walk into a bar (f) knock knock (smau) - @monzabee

sweet dream was over my hand was the one you reached for (a) - @v5ttelfilms

— ᵈᵃⁿⁱᵉˡ ʳⁱᶜᶜᵃʳᵈᵒ ⟡

ultimate wing man (smau) - @astonmartinii

keep it private (smau) - @marlenesluv

forever kind of love (smau) - @chrisevansonly

— ᵃʳᵗʰᵘʳ ˡᵉᶜˡᵉʳᶜ ⟡

kissing in the rain (f) - @thebearchives

forgiveness (f) - @starlost97

fan behavior (smau) - @lxclerc

black cat gf (smau) (^)

it's you and me (smau) - @lecsainz

party girl two (smau) - @natailiatulls07

— ˢᵉᵇᵃˢᵗⁱᵃⁿ ᵛᵉᵗᵗᵉˡ ⟡

jealousy jealousy (s) - @uluvjay

just you wait sunshine (a) - @unsolvedjarin

helmet kisses (headcannons) - @forteafy

drink water, not alchol (f) - @sebscore

me and my husband (smau) - @starkwlkr

i wait for you two three (smau) (^)

cherry flavoured (rbr!seb my love) (f) (^)

you've got a 9 to 5 so i'll take the nightshift (a) - @httpsleclerc

always an angel, never a god (!!!! EASTING DISORDER !!!) (a) (^)

come back to me (CRASH) (a)- @lucyrose191

a shared history two three (f) (^)

history series (f,a,s)- @vettelsvee

about you two three four five (f (for now))- @drvscarlett

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winnienora14 · 24 days

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Rosekiller girl dads

Professor: Misters Evan, your daughter threatened a classmate today and we do not accept that kind of behavior at this school.

Barty(very serious):And what did she threaten them of?

Professor: Pardon me?

Barty:What did she threaten them of?

Professor:She told him she would kill him and eat his eyes.

Barty(impressed): mmmmmh not bad

Evan slapping the back of Barty’s head*

Barty: owwwhhh!!!!

#marauders fandom #marauders tumblr #marauders #rosekiller #evan rosier #barty crouch jr #girl dads #gay #queer #gay dads #bartemius crouch jr #barty x evan #barty is loco #barty is unhinged

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foursaints · 2 months

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love it when regulus is just there in the bg while rosekiller is being freaky . barty could be literallt stalking evan rosier in his fuck ass car that evan clearly recognizes but is more curious abt it than worried so he literally doesn’t care . and there’s regulus in the back seat. refusing to eat the taki’s barty brought bc they are toooo messy and regulus is literally wearing shushu/tong and complaining abt the smell of weed in barty’s car . he’s just there out of codependency . james is in class . he has nothing better to do with his friday night . he is like barty this is so weird why are you camping outside but he’s also rating evan’s interior design through the window. he’s in denial abt it but hanging out w barty has made him a freak by association .

at this point do you want the keys to my blog because i think you should take over. i think you’d do a better job

this hits on a really key point of regulus characterization to me which is him, with great lofty dignity, lamenting why everyone up to and including his own parents consider him a freak, when he spends 99% of his time engaged in freak behavior. at least the slytherins know he’s complaining about it the whole time. obviously he was shaking his head disapprovingly while putting a ski mask on barty so he could fake-kidnap his boyfriend and that makes it okay duh…..

#a #i love this one i can’t stop thinking about it #HIS FUCKASS CAR PLEEEEEAAASS #fave

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tiredofthehumanlife · 1 month

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Poly? In this economy?

Barbie dolls: moonwater x you (regulus, Remus, you)

Words: 1.8k ish

Summary: okay so you and regulus had a fwb and then you get upset with each other and then start dating Remus at the same time and then regulus is like 🥺 I miss you boo bear come back to me

Warnings:Fwb regulus to rival kinda to lover, poly angle to triangle, regulus and you hate each other and then are like "ha nvm", making out in partial public spaces, suicide mentioned you tell regulus to kill himself but with sexual tension behind it kinda, pathetic reg gives loser apology and you forgive him, mentioned that you wear chapstick, Remus calls you darling, that's all

You liked Regulus first. You had started as friends. You were close, you know so much about him. You helped him through panic attacks, homework, and moments of overstimulation. You were so close, when he first suggested friends with benefits you barely blinked. You had shrugged and agreed. It was quite simple, really. You both cared so deeply for each other, as friends of course, why not care for each other sexually as well?

You both met up in secret. Regulus ushered you into his bed late at night. He pulled the dark green curtains together tightly. Regulus pulled out his journal. You were confused for a little before he started writing. So that night you both spent whispering to each other and writing up a contract. To be perfectly fair you weren't really shocked he needed a contract to have a slightly peculiar relationship with you. Within the contract you both agreed it was purely sexual not romantic and if you do happen to catch feelings it is mandatory you tell the other so the relationship can come to a close. It was nice Regulus was very caring as a friend and a sexual partner. He took his time and you returned the favor. You often only met under the blanket of night. When the sun was out it felt different, like it was out in the open for everyone else to see.

Unfortunately for you and Regulus you were both terrible at staying friends. The lines between friendship and a loving relationship started to blur very early. Regulus became more touchy. You started kissing his cheek and lingering with your lips on his skin. It became clear to your friend group something had changed. Barty started joking about it more often. If anyone asked where you two went he responded with 'fucking.' Because your behavior with each other and your friends blunt although not wrong accusations, people thought you two were dating. You were just close friends. You first saw Remus when you were with Regulus in the Library.

Remus had pulled himself into an armchair next to a small side table. A lamp was sat on top of the side table. Remus had a book open in his lap. He had one leg pulled up against his chest. You were picking up Regulus to walk him to dinner. You stood next to Regulus' table, staring at Remus. Regulus stood up and joined you at your side.

He watched Remus turn his book page. You slid your hand up Regulus' arm, over his shoulder, and up to his hair. You twirled a curl around your finger as you admired Remus. Regulus moved his hand over your back. He nudged the hem of your shirt up. Regulus pressed his hand against the skin of your hip. You both kept your eyes on Remus, dragging them over every inch of him. Remus glanced up at you. His eyes shot back to his book. He sat frozen, staring down at his page. Remus looked back up slowly, returning your stares. He looked scared if anything. Startled was maybe more accurate but scared felt right. You hummed. You dropped your hand from Regulus' hair to his hand. You pulled him away from the table walking him out of the Library. You and Regulus debriefed later talking about how ridiculously hot Remus was.

Soon after that Regulus sat you down and spilled everything. He caught feelings. Which was against the contract. Regulus apologized over and over again. You comforted him and told him it was nature and you weren't mad at him. You had assumed if someone caught feelings you'd stay friends, but after Regulus' confession he got sour. He gave the cold shoulder and even if you were able to get him to speak to you, he was rude and mean. So you returned his attitude. Insulting each other was the only way you two spoke to each other.

However, Remus was interested in both of you and you were both interested in him. So you both started dating him separately, aware of the other. It was an odd conversation to have with people. Sirius knew first, Regulus spilling it all during their regular catch up times. Sirius first thought Remus was cheating on Regulus with you. Regulus had to stop him from giving Remus a shiner.

In the end though you three were comfortable and that's all that really mattered. You liked dating Remus. You liked lightly bullying Regulus. Remus liked dating you both even if you both seemed to consider homicide everytime you were near each other. Regulus liked dating Remus. He liked threatening to kill you. You and Regulus did hate each other but you both loved how the other made Remus happy so you had a small silent alliance to not kill each other. That didn't stop you from insulting him though.

You were reading In the library, comfy in your armchair. You knew Remus and Regulus had a date later today, so you were perfectly fine with sitting on your own. You were having a lovely time, enjoying the joy your quiet brought you. Until Regulus showed up. He was decked in Remus' sweater, it swallowed him. If you didn't deeply hate him you'd say it he looked cute.

"See you're wearing my boyfriend's sweater." You muttered without looking up from your book. You truly just wished he would get annoyed with you and leave now.

"Our boyfriend, but that's just semantics." Regulus joined you, sitting in the armchair next to yours. You sighed. He doesn't seem to be leaving anytime soon.

"Did you take my suggestion into consideration at all?" You glanced at him out the corner of your eye. Regulus leaned over the small table, proping his head up on his fist. He quirked an eyebrow up.

"What to kill myself?" He asked. You nodded and gave him a bright smile.

"If you can't come up with any ideas, I have some." Regulus rolled his eyes at you. You looked back to your book, maybe he'll leave now? Regulus dropped his hand onto your arm resting on the table.

"I think we should have a genuine serious conversation about our relationship." He was staring at you with a slightly concerning face. You looked at him worried. Regulus stood and pulled his bag further up his shoulder. You rolled your eyes and bookmarked your page. Maybe he wants to kill you less, a small friendship to blossom. You know what they say second times the charm. Close enough. You stood and followed after him. He led you out of the library and outside into the courtyard. Regulus sat down under a tree and looked up at you expectantly. You sighed and sat next to him, leaving a space between you. Regulus stared at you with sad eyes. You sent a glare back.

"I'm really sorry. For everything. I miss you, so much. I miss your friendship. I care for you so deeply, when you leave I feel like flowers with no water. I don't think we should've stopped being friends when I caught feelings. I need your love. I need you." Regulus let out a deep breath when he finished his rant, staring at you so he didn't miss a second of your reaction. You sat there blankly. If he could throw you away so easily the first time what's stopping him from a second time?

"Are you asking me to be your friend again?" Regulus bobbed his head side to side. He groaned at your question and pressed his lips together.

"More so begging you to be my friend again." You sat silently for a moment. You looked off towards the school. Technically speaking, you could run away from him now and never speak to anyone ever again.

"I don't want to be your friend." Regulus' face fell. He sat up straight, fixing his posture and looking around the courtyard. You quickly noticed your phrasing and started speaking again. "I wanted to be more, when you first told me you liked me." Regulus glanced back at you.

"Really?" Regulus whispered. You nodded. He stared at you for a moment. You waited patiently, you felt an even colder shoulder coming your way after this. "I want that too." You looked at him partially shocked before remembering his feelings really started this whole ordeal in the first place. You gave him a soft smile, much to his delight. He made you smile again.

"I'm glad. Although I do believe we'll have to have a conversation with Remus." You added. Regulus nodded and gently intertwined your fingers. You felt your body swarm with a buzzing sensation. You had deeply missed his touch, it was nice to be back. He tilted his head to the side, lightly knocking your forehead with his.

"I would really like to kiss you now." Regulus' words were barely above a breath. You grabbed the front of Remus' his sweater and tugged him forward. You pressed you lips against his. He rested his hand on the back of your neck, pulling you even closer. You dropped your hand from his sweater to his knee, pulling it into your lap. Regulus' body was pressed against yours and if he pulled his leg all the way over your lap he'd be straddling you. You nipped at his bottom lip, pulling back for a split second.

"My chapstick will get all over your face." You whispered against him. You knew you'd have to reapply after this.

"Good, I'll taste like you." He pulled you back in, pushing his tongue into your mouth. Kissing him was like nature. It was so easy to fall back into your old habits. If the tree root wasn't pressing into your leg you'd think it was the middle of the night in his bed. It was slightly different this time, it felt more loving. It was in the sunlight, anyone could see, and there was a promise of a relationship behind his lips. You smiled into his kiss, pushing your hand up under his sweater. You heard someone clearing their throat. You both quickly pulled away to look up at the cause. You met your eyes with Remus. You coughed and wiped at your mouth.

"Hey guys." You and Regulus both muttered a hello looking around at anything other than Remus. "This is new" Remus said, gesturing between you two.

"We have decided to put aside our differences." Regulus explained to Remus. Remus chuckled and nodded.

"Yeah I can tell." Remus said. You snorted. Regulus glared at you. You looked away off to the left, avoiding Regulus' eyes. "Alright well up you get, Regulus. We have a date, and darling we will be discussing this later." Remus gently tugged Regulus up by his forearm. Remus pulled Regulus' bag up over his own shoulder, carrying it for Regulus. Remus turned to you and dropped a kiss to your cheek before moving back to Regulus. Regulus linked their elbows together walking off towards their date night. Regulus looked over his shoulder and blew you a kiss. You smiled to yourself, happy to have both of your strange boyfriends.

#moonwater #moonwater x reader #remus x you #remus x reader #remus lupin x reader #remus lupin #regulus black #regulus black x reader #regulus x you #regulus x reader #trans regulus #regulus deserved better #regulus black x #the marauders era #the marauders #marauders era #marauders

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luizd3ad · 8 days

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Every Step Of The Way | Regulus Black x Reader

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 ࣪˖⤷ .𖥔 ݁ ˖ ࣪ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 ˖ ⤷

Pairing: Regulus Black x GN!Reader WC: 1,213 TW: heavy talks of depression, depressive episode, depressed reader, self invalidation, no use of Y/N. Author's Note: I've been having a hard time lately and I just needed a comfort fic, this is purely based off my own experience with depression and how I feel when I'm in a depressive episode. If you don't feel like me that's okay, mental health is different for everyone! Just remember you're so valid and so loved <3. Summary: You're just having a hard time but Regulus is always there for you.

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At some point your mind wasn't supposed to be your enemy anymore right? At some point the ‘teen angst’ was supposed to go away and you were supposed to be an adult with relatively healthy mental health right?

The crippling depression and anxiety was supposed to go away with puberty. At least that's what you'd been told, that things would get better and your mind wouldn't mess with you as much.That was what was supposed to happen, but when do things ever go as planned?

The only difference between now and your teen years was that you recognized the symptoms faster, you understood what was coming before it was fully there. Now every so often you can catch it, do things to make the bad thoughts go away or lessen, then other times… you would feel paralyzed.

The numbness would consume you, invite you in like an old friend, along with the loss of appeal to do anything. You didn't want to eat, drink, read, or listen to music.

You didn't want to do anything and sometimes without even realizing you would spent the whole day looking into nothingness.

Regulus would notice the mood change almost immediately. He would pick up on the sign and the overall change in your personality.

Not only would he notice because he was hyper aware of the behavioral changes around him (thank you Walburga. Sarcasm) but also because he dealt with the same feelings.

The emptiness and numbness of it all, it wasn't until Pandora explained it to him that he learned that those feelings were not exactly ‘normal’.

It was normal to be sad, to have a depressive episode here and there especially following a tragedy but it was the consistency that wasn't normal.

The feeling of emptiness that always felt like a shadow following you, the feeling of being the happiest you've ever been but still feeling that emptiness in the back of your head.

It was one of the things you both shared. Sometimes it wasn't a good thing. When both of you were in that state of mind it was hard to help each other, to be there for each other.

How could you stop someone from drowning if you're drowning yourself?

But other times it was a good thing. You knew each other's signs, you two could pick up on the signs before the other person even realized that they were slipping, sometimes. It gave you time to either try and stop it before it went too far or just get prepared.

This was one of those times Regulus knew he needed to prepare.

He had seen you starting to detach for about a day now. Regulus knew this was going to be one of those episodes he couldn't stop, the kind where you were there physically but not mentally.

You just were floating through your days, you were on auto pilot almost the whole day; you weren't really listening, hardly responded and if you did it was short.

Regulus preparing for this meant doing a few things, taking a few days off work, letting Sirius, Pandora and Barty know that he wouldn't be really available so that he could focus solely on you. Making sure your favorite foods were home and ready to encourage you to eat, having some of your favorite movies, books, everything and anything accessible in case you were in the mood to do anything or if you just wanted to try and distract yourself for a while.

It also meant mentally preparing himself to be understanding and patient since it wasn't exactly his strong suit but he'd do anything for you.

When an episode fully hits it isn't always you wake up and start to feel depressed. Sometimes you would be fine most of the day and then suddenly you were hit with a wave of nothingness.

Most of the time nothing would trigger it, nothing would happen, your brain would just decide that it was time to be sad, to be numb, you guessed.

“Mon Amore, would you like to eat something? You can have anything you want.” Regulus touched the side of your face and brought you out of your head. You just shook your head not really looking at him. “No, thank you.” You whisper.

He just nodded and sat next to you. He knew when to pick his battles and since you ate that morning he knew this shouldn't be the hill he dies on.

The rest of the night was spent mostly silence with a few words exchanged here and there, Regulus was there ready and willing to do whatever you needed him to do to make you feel better.

He got you to eat a little eventually and you shared a shower with him. He had helped you wash yourself since you didn't have any motivation or energy to do so.

By the end of the night you were both cuddled up in bed while Regulus ran his hand up and down your back just to let you know he was there.

He liked when you knew he was there, he felt like it helped even just a little, especially to make you feel a little less alone.

Eventually you broke the silence with a sight. “I'm sorry.” You felt regulus's hand stop moving, he stayed silent for a moment.

“Why are you apologizing? You haven't done anything.” By the sound of his voice you knew he was frowning, he knew exactly why you were apologizing but a part of him was hoping, praying, that he was wrong.

“For being this way. You shouldn't have to deal with this. We're not kids anymore, I should be over these feelings by now.”

Regulus sat up, making you sit up in the process, reaching over to the lamp on the bedside table turning the light on. “Do you choose to feel this way? Do you make the conscious decision to feel like this?” Regulus was looking you in the eyes with raised eyebrows waiting for a response.

“Not necessarily, but-”

“Exactly, you don't. You can't control your emotions. You didn't ask to feel this way nor do you choose to. There's no point in apologizing for something that you have no control over. Your brain is amazing and beautiful but sometimes it isn't the nicest to you and that's okay. Do you know why? Because even if your brain is mean sometimes it still makes you who you are and you're so amazing, mon cœur. We’ll take care of this together like we always do. It's going to be hard sometimes but it is not impossible, and I'll always be here with you every step of the way, because I love you more than anything, tu es ma raison de vivre, mon amour.”

Regulus cupped your cheek and whipped a few tears you didn't know you had shedded. All you could do was whisper a ‘thank you’ as you threw yourself in his arms.

You fell asleep that night in Regulus’s arms while he whispered sweet nothing to you.

You weren't better by any means but you felt loved, you felt understood. You knew that no matter how hard things got, Regulus would be there for you, every step of the way.

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xjustakay · 9 months

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taking care of you

(2.2K) nsfw — explicit sexual content; daddy James, brat Regulus, spanking for my love damagecontrol since they finished their readings and i promised<33

Regulus knows that he’s been playing a dangerous game all day.

Hanging up mid-phone call on James’ lunch break. The way he stopped answering texts after being snippy when James told him he’d be home late from the office. Then he’d gone and made it worse, got himself all dressed up —picked James’ favorite leather skirt out of the closet and a fishnet tee cropped above his slim waist. Sent James a mirror selfie in the full getup and a quick ‘going out with Barty and Evan’ after not texting at all for two hours.

Of course, Regulus hadn’t actually gone out. In fact, right after sending the message, he’d stripped back out of the outfit, put his phone on silent, and done a necessary reading. Since then, he’s run himself a bath, sunk into the steaming water without a care in the world for the fact that he’s been one hell of a brat all day.

A new semester starts again tomorrow and he’s stressed out, fucking sue him for being a little bitchy about it.

The point is, Regulus is well aware that he’s pushed the limits of James’ forgiveness of his attitude for the day. Which means he’s got another thing coming once James finally gets home. James has been flooded with work, has had cases piling up that involve clients that make him want to pull his hair out some days.

So, yeah. Regulus is going to be in trouble. He’s struggling to find the issue with that, however, when he knows what the punishment tends to look like.

He’s been in the bath for about fifteen minutes, already debating getting out, but then he hears the chirp of the penthouse’s code lock on the front door. A smirk twitches at the edges of his mouth and he sinks further into the water instead. He tilts his head back against the tub’s edge and closes his eyes, the picture of relaxed ease.

It takes active restraint not to smirk again when he hears James come into the adjoined bedroom and huff a dry laugh. Another several moments and he’s coming into the bathroom, Regulus finally opening his eyes with a flutter of his lashes.

“Didn’t go out, I see,” James says.

His tone doesn’t give anything away yet, but Regulus notes the tension in his jaw as he clenches his teeth together. James is a touch too rough about the way that he rolls the white sleeves of his dress shirt up to his elbows. Regulus eyes the flex of his fingers, the chorded muscle of his forearms.

“Changed my mind,” He mutters, passive.

James lets out a short hum, nodding once. “Right.”

Regulus pulls his lower lip between his teeth when James kneels beside the bathtub. Instinctively, Regulus shifts in the water to lean closer to the edge, closer to James. His eyes drag along the line of James’ jaw, darkened by five o’clock shadow he’ll shave away again later. Before Regulus can fully lean over the tub and kiss at it like he wants to, James’ hand catches him beneath his jaw, palm against his throat.

“You’ve been a brat today.”

“Sorry.” Fingers press harder into his skin, tilting his head back a little further; James clearly unimpressed with his flippant tone.

Darkened hazel eyes flicker over the dwindling suds in the bath water then back up to where Regulus is held in place, waiting for the next move.

James squeezes one more time then sucks his teeth. Says in a low tone, “Get out and dry off. Don’t bother getting dressed.”

Regulus waits until James is at the bathroom doorway before replying, “Of course, daddy.”

James pauses to narrow his eyes at the false sweetness of it, then exits the bathroom. Despite his behavior of the day, Regulus knows better than to push it further in the moment. He’s already in deep enough shit, so he does as he’s asked, getting out of the bath and drying off quickly to reenter the bedroom.

At the end of the king size bed, James sits fully clothed in his suit trousers, dress shirt, and tie still, making Regulus feel particularly on display as he approaches him fully naked. James’ thighs part to make room for him where he stops, but there’s still nothing else to give away what his plans are.

“Do you know how many texts you ignored today?” He asks. Regulus shakes his head and James lifts his phone, opens their messages, and turns the screen toward him. “Go on, have a look.”

Regulus does, counting the blue bubbles silently before saying the final number out loud because he knows James expects him to.

“Fourteen,” James repeats pointedly, tossing his phone up the bed after the fact.

He scoots back, legs still hanging off the bed, but obviously making room. Regulus knows exactly what for. Still, James darts his eyes down toward his open lap anyway in indication. Biting his lip, Regulus takes a slow deep breath through his nose, then moves exactly how he’s wanted.

Laid across James’ lap, forearms and elbows dug into the mattress on one side, knees on the other, hips hovering over James. A warm hand smooths down the line of his spine, over the curve of his ass, along the back of his thigh. He does his best not to shiver, cock twitching as his arousal increases.

“You’re gonna count,” James instructs, no room for argument. He settles the same hand on Regulus’ left ass cheek to confirm what’s expected. “One for every text.”

“Okay, daddy.” Regulus nods, voice already going breathless before they’ve even begun.

He knew something like this was coming, some subconscious part of him craving the static that fills his head when James is like this. If this is what he gets for being a brat, then so be it. It’s better than the irritation that’s had him by the throat all day —he’d always much rather it be James.

The first crack against his skin has him gasping, but he still counts like he’s meant to. The second, third, and fourth merit biting into his lip in between when James purposely spanks in the exact same spot, leaving the sting and an undoubtedly obvious red print behind on his ass. Five, six, seven and the numbers come out sobbed.

It’s become difficult for Regulus to steadily hold himself up, his arms shaking and twinging in protest, but he tries to ignore it. His cock is hard and leaking, smearing precum against James’ trousers when his hips jerk forward every time a harsh palm comes down. He’s got seven more of these and god knows what else is coming his way, so he tries to collect himself, let the dull buzz between his ears take over.

James has got him, he trusts that, that’s all that really matters.

“Doing so well, baby,” James murmurs. Like he knows Regulus needs to hear it even though he’s in trouble.

Regulus can feel the rigid line of James’ cock straining against his trousers, nudging up against his belly. He sucks in a shaking breath and nods his head, giving the silent okay to continue with the second half of the doled out punishment.

James drags his palm over the inflamed skin on the left side of his ass and Regulus flinches, whimpering. A low hum of appreciation from above before James settles his hand on his right asscheek. He gives Regulus the briefest moment to breathe in again before bringing his hand down.

“Eight.” It’s a wavering groan, something Regulus barely recognizes as himself at this point.

Nine, ten, and he’s grinding earnestly against James’ thigh now, can feel the wet patch he’s left on the stiff material. Eleven, twelve, there are tears in his eyes, his counting coming out strangled between whines. Thirteen, Regulus hangs his head heavily, the number muffled as he shakes visibly in his position.

James grips his hair with his free hand, tugging him back up, and Regulus moans, long and lewd.

“Last one, baby, make it count, then I can really take care of you.”

“Please, daddy,” Regulus sobs. A tear slides down his cheek when James uses his hold to knock his head around on his neck.

“Last one,” James repeats.

He makes Regulus nod his head in a mockery of agreement, fingers still tight around dark curls. Regulus squeezes his eyes shut and braces himself. Maybe it’s the reality of it being over, maybe it’s the delicious sting burning on both sides of his ass making him positively dizzy, but that fourteenth smack makes him see fucking stars.

He’s going to have a bitch of a time sitting through classes tomorrow, but he doesn’t even care. There’s not a fucking thought in his head right now.

Finally, James relinquishes his grip on Regulus’ hair, instead towing him up onto his knees by his shoulders. Regulus’ face is hot, sticky with the few more tears that have slipped free. He sways on his knees, blinking heavy lids as his dazed eyes try to focus on where James is watching him carefully.

“Ready to be good?” James asks. He’s gentler than when he first came home, the agitation with him gone, making room for the way that he’s so damn good at taking care of him, even in this way.

Regulus nods, having to catch a hand on James’ shoulder when the motion sends the room spinning a little. He’s not even sure what he can manage without being in pain, because his ass fucking hurts, James having not held back each time another spank was delivered. As James lays backward, legs still dangling off the bed, he tugs on Regulus’ hand to move upward.

He shuffles a bit awkwardly on his knees, another whimper escaping when he straddles James’ hips. That’s not what James was intending, evidently, because his hands curl around Regulus’ hips and he guides him up, up, up, until—

“Oh.” It slips past Regulus’ lips the moment his thighs bracket James’ shoulders, the head of his leaking cock nudging at his chin.

“Let daddy take care of you properly now, yeah, baby?” He asks the question but follows it by tilting his chin down to his chest, swirling his tongue around the tip of Regulus’ cock.

Regulus feels like he can’t fucking breathe, but he somehow manages, “Yes. Please. Ple— Thank you, daddy.”

“Good boy.” James hums before taking him into his mouth.

Regulus shudders immediately —at the praise, at the hot, wet feeling of James’ mouth sucking tightly around him? No fucking clue. He can’t focus long enough to form a coherent thought, not as James starts bobbing his head, likely straining his neck at the angle he’s at. James seems to make it a point not to touch his ass, all things considered, and instead he rests one hand at the small of Regulus’ back, the other against his thigh, to press him forward.

Fingers sinking into dark waves of hair, Regulus rocks forward to meet him, reveling in the way James moans around the push and pull of his cock over his tongue. It doesn’t take long at all to feel the familiar coil in his belly, so worked up and desperate for release.

“Daddy, can—” Regulus cuts off on a broken moan, squeezing around James’ hair. “Can I come? Please, can I come?”

James pushes him forward, Regulus’ cock at the back of his throat, before he hums an affirmative ‘mhm’ around him. That’s all it takes for Regulus’ thighs to squeeze inward, head thrown back and an incoherent slew of swears and ‘thank you’s loudly filling the room. James keeps sucking him off through it, swallowing everything Regulus gives him, and not letting up until Regulus whimpers at the overstimulation.

They’re both completely out of breath when James lays his head back, lets Regulus’ cock slip from his mouth with a wet sound. Regulus knows in the back of his mind that James is still hard, still requiring some of his own attention, but he feels fucking outside of himself right now, on a new high with no sign of coming down fast.

Regulus blinks lazily, shaking faintly still and pleasantly out of it, as James moves, slinking out from beneath him. The covers on one side of the bed get pulled back before he’s guided from his knees to lay down on his side, allowing James to handle him however he sees fit. It’s not until James is brushing dark curls from his sweaty forehead that it dawns on Regulus that James is off the bed, squatting to his level in front of where he’s laying.

“What about you?” He mumbles. Even he can’t deny how spent he sounds, wrecked and exhausted, bleary-eyed and trying to keep focused.

“You clearly needed the attention more than I did, baby,” James chuckles quietly, brushing the back of his fingers down Regulus’ cheek. “You’ve got a big day tomorrow, too.”

Regulus huffs something vaguely resembling a laugh, his energy running on empty. “Always takin’ care of me.”

James hums, his fond smile a stark opposite to the tension in him when he first got home. “My job, right?”

“Sorry ‘bout today.” Regulus tilts his head downward, presses a couple kisses against James’ knuckles. “Love you.”

Leaning forward, James presses a lingering kiss to his forehead, lips brushing the spot as he murmurs back, “Love you.”

#jegulus #dead of night smut we meet again #fun fact: first time writing daddy kink #congrats for getting me here #okay i love them bye #kay’s writing #kay’s microfics #<- at what point is this not a microfic anymore lmao #nic tag<3

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fresiants · 11 months

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I'm tired of people comparing Regulus to Severus and arguing that Regulus is better because he switched sides and sacrificed himself to switch the Horcrux.

1 — They're ignoring the fact that we barely know anything about Regulus. Personally, I see little difference between Regulus and Severus when it comes to changing sides: Regulus betrayed Voldemort after Kreacher's life was threatened, much like Severus betrayed Voldemort after Lily's life was endangered.

2 — In another comment, they claim that "Severus had no issue joining a group of mass murderers while Regulus was forced by his family." However, there is no evidence indicating that Regulus cared about Muggleborns at all. He was perfectly content with aligning himself with a group that targeted and killed both Muggles and Muggleborns until someone he cared about faced danger.

3 — If stealing a Horcrux makes Regulus a good person, then dedicating nearly half his life to the Order makes Severus an even greater person, doesn't it? Why would you highlight one character's contributions to the war while disregarding the other's?

4 — Nobody is defending Severus' mistreatment of students. Get over it. We're simply tired of people idolizing characters like Barty, Regulus and Rosier while simultaneously vilifying Severus.

5 — It was easier for Regulus Black to betray the Death Eaters than it was for Severus Snape because Regulus wasn't bound to the group through trauma. Regulus didn't join the Death Eaters because he felt it was the only place he belonged. On the other hand, Severus had nowhere else to go. He suffered abuse, bullying, and neglect his entire life. When he was sexually assaulted or nearly killed by a werewolf, nobody at school showed any type of care towards him. It was undoubtedly more difficult for Severus to betray Voldemort to join a group that had consistently shown him no concern—a group we've considered the "good side" all along.

6 — The only reason people think Regulus was a better person is because he is DEAD. We never witness him interacting with others or speaking with Muggleborns. We will never truly know what kind of person he was. It's merely an assumption that he must have been an angel who was forced to join a group full of mass murderers. (Get your headcanon out of my face.)

7 — Comparing a privileged, wealthy child who never experienced any form of discrimination his whole entire life to a child born in poverty and constantly bullied for merely existing is very weird. Naturally, they would exhibit different behaviors.

To clarify, I love Regulus Black, but believing that he is better than Severus, who devoted his entire life to the Order, is very wrong.

#severus snape #pro snape #pro severus snape #pro severus #harry potter #hp #snape defense #snape content #snapedom #snover #anti snaters #my take

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bri-cheeses · 6 months

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The Skittles Finding Out About Rosekiller Pt. 1:

Based partially on this post by @asoldasss

It happens slowly, and maybe that’s why it takes so long for people to start to wonder. Just a brush of fingers here, a hand on the small of the back there. And Barty’s always been a touchy person, so it isn’t like random touches were too out of the ordinary for him. He did these things with all his friends, Regulus, Dorcas, Pandora, Evan, anyone and everyone he cared about. But then Regulus and Dorcas start dating other people, and he realizes that he no longer has quite the same privileges as before, and that’s okay. He understands that, so he stops being as touchy. With them, at least. And then Pandora starts dating someone seriously, too. So the same thing happens with her.

And maybe consciously, maybe subconsciously, Panda, Reg, and Cas know why Barty stopped treating them in the way he stills treats Evan, with small touches that are his way of showing that he cares. So, they don’t much wonder as Barty and Evan get much more touchier; standing extremely close to each other, sitting with their legs pressed together even though there’s plenty of space, resting their head on the other’s shoulder, you get the idea. It makes sense to them, whether consciously or not, that since Barty can no longer spread his attention evenly between his all of his friends, that he would instead lavish all of his affections upon Evan and Evan only. And of course, they reason, it makes sense that Barty and Evan would progressively grow touchier as Barty’s “temporary” break from being touchy with the three of them stretches longer and longer.

None of them think to wonder why Evan, whose love language is not and has never been physical touch, is the one to initiate the contact at least one third of the time.

As Barty and Evan start being more obvious about their relationship, the whispers around the castle start. It starts in the Slytherin common room, when Evan comes in and plops down on the couch, resting his head in Barty’s lap. Their friends, used to Barty doing this, dismiss this almost immediately. But the others, who are typically in bed when Barty engages in this behavior (usually drunk after coming back from a party to find his friends still up, because they like the common room best when it’s almost empty), raise an eyebrow at this. Is that not something that a couple would do?

The talk dies out a short while later—only to come back with vengeance when a fourth year Gryffindor sees Barty in the library, standing with his arm around Evan’s waist while they talk to Pandora about a particularly challenging potion that Slughorn is having them brew. The Gryffindor proceeds to immediately go to their friend in fifth year, telling her that “That Crouch kid and Rosier guy are dating, did you know?”

Naturally, the fifth year interrogates the fourth year to get all the details, then mentions it to her Ravenclaw friend, who mentions it to his friend while studying in the common room, and the entire Ravenclaw common room overhears. And since the Ravenclaw are such good friends with the Slytherins, they mention it to them. And it jogs the Slytherins’ memories to a few nights ago, when I told you, Susan, that sitting with your head in someone’s lap is definitely a couple-ly thing to do, why didn’t you believe me?

The gossip tree works fast in a school like Hogwarts, and the next day, people are coming up to Dorcas and Regulus and Pandora and asking them straight out if Barty and Evan are dating. And they are shocked and beyond confused because why are you asking, what even gave you that idea? Except for Pandora, who simply smiles and gives such a vague answer that it just confuses anyone who talks to her. But Dorcas and Regulus vehemently deny these rumors, because Barty’s always been a very touchy person, how have you not noticed? It’s not anything out of the ordinary.

But then a third year asks Regulus why he hasn’t been seen with Barty’s hand around his waist, and it gives Regulus a pause. And then he finally starts paying attention.

#rosekiller #evan rosier #barty crouch jr #barty x evan #evan x barty #marauders era #slytherin skittles #marauders fandom #the slytherin skittles #regulus black #pandora rosier #dorcas meadowes #rosekiller microfic #bri’s microfics

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