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hadesrise · 9 months

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𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐔𝐋𝐔𝐒 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐁𝐋𝐄.

warnings ➳ nsfw content, foul language, ftm!regulus, praise kink, pussy worship, cunnilingus, consensual feminization, fingering, squirting, cross-dressing, reggie wears makeup, tiniest bit of dumbification, pet names

author’s note ➳ i did it, ftm!reggie anon... 😔 obviously i'm a fucking sucker for squirting and cunnilingus

MINORS DNI !!

Regulus felt so dizzy and so, so good.

He’s never felt so euphoric before, wearing clothes designed for the pretty girls while being treated so divinely that he can’t help but believe he’s one of those pretty girls. The moans and whimpers escaping his lips having underlying tones of girlishness that he thought he didn’t have anymore.

His fingers grasping the sheets tightly, Regulus fails to compose himself as your tongue skillfully flicked his clit and three fingers fucked his pussy, the long and thick digits stretching him just enough and reaching deep inside where his fingers can’t. One thigh on your shoulder as he had the other spread to give you more space.

“Fuck,” You hissed, the vibration making Regulus’ hips buck onto your face as he gasped. “Got such a pretty pussy, Reg. Puffy n’ swollen n’ all wet f’me, shit!”

A whine slips past Regulus’ throat and his cunt tightens around your fingers in a tight grip in response. “Please, pleasepleaseplease.” He begged, tears streaming down his face and ruining his makeup yet still looking so fucking pretty your heart jackhammers.

You start pistoning your fingers faster and curling it at the sensitive walls, assaulting the spot that makes his toes curl and sparks fly in his vision. “Lookin’ so pretty for me, princess. Good fucking girl, taking what I give you so well,” You groan before clamping your mouth down on his clit and sucking, Regulus crying out at the sheer pleasure.

“Oh- Ohhh, fuck! Feels— feels s-so good!”

“Yeah? Am I making a pretty girl feel good?” You let out a breathless chuckle, gently scraping your teeth against his sensitive clit and Regulus’ eyes rolled back into his skull, moaning a series of yes’s loudly. “Fuck, good girl. So tight and suckin’ my fingers in, can’t get fucking enough of this cunt.” You pulled away from the already swollen clit, only to spread his walls as wide as possible with your three fingers before shoving your tongue inside, the erotic smell of his sex making you moan.

“Oh my god—!” Regulus threw his head back, one of his hands flying down to grasp your hair instead, the euphoria clouding his mind and preventing him from having any rational thoughts.

You could feel his walls pulsating against your fingers and tongue, making excitement rush through your body. With one hand grabbing the back of his thigh, you place his other leg over your shoulder as Regulus instinctually locked his ankles together behind your neck, bucking his hips to push his cunt more on your face, almost desperate.

“You close, sweetheart? Are you gonna cum?” You cooed, pulling your tongue out and fucking him roughly with your fingers.

“Yes, yesyesyes, please-!” Regulus babbled, nodding his head dumbly.

It felt so, so good to be treated like this. You, rewarding him with pleasure and giving him all the treatment he deserves, being praised constantly by just laying there, looking pretty and taking it all in while wearing girl clothes and makeup he used to hate so much because he thought he doesn’t look good in them. But you tell him they look pretty — gorgeous, even — on him, and Regulus just loses all coherent thoughts and becomes so obedient.

He had always envied his brother for being able to wear them so confidently, but now he doesn’t, because he is your pretty girl and he will forever be. He doesn’t have to shy away, or hide his want to be beautiful anymore.

“You’re such a perfect dumb girl f’me, darling.” You groaned, your fingers abusing every sensitive spot and thumb circling his clit that makes him keen. “Cum, baby. Show me how much a gorgeous girl you can be, show me how much this perfect pussy can be so fucking good.”

“Yesyesyes— oh God! Please, please, m’your good girl, please,” His face wet and messy from the smeared makeup, tears, and drools as he cried out to you, searching your empty hand that he intertwined his fingers with quickly. “Gonna be pretty f’you, gonna be good— fuck! Gonna cum, gonna cum—” A girlish squeal escapes his mouth as his pussy squeezed your fingers tight and gushed all around your hand, body convulsing and visions turning white, back arching.

You moaned erotically at the juices that squirted out of him, absolutely soaking your hand and the sheets below. Fuck, Regulus looked so fucking pretty, it makes your head spin as you couldn’t help but palm your erection straining against your boxers, feeling a dump patch forming at the precum that spilled.

You slip your fingers out and taste his juices, groaning loudly.

Pretty taste for a pretty girl.

You look down at him and Regulus looked utterly fucked out, full of bliss and breathing hard. His black locks dishevelled, pastel green sweater riding up to expose his torso that’s almost entirely covered in your hickeys, black skirt falling to his waist and revealing black stockings that you ripped a hole in to devour and fuck his pussy, drenched by his slick and juices. You feel yourself get even more hard at the sight, leaning down to press a kiss on his lips that he lazily reciprocated.

One of your hands fiddle with his skirt as you kiss him passionately, pressing your crotch to his exposed pussy. Regulus whimpered, then moaned when you started grinding, his body shuddering at the small stimulation.

“Reggie, please, just one more?” You whispered against his lips, smiling when he wrapped his arms around your neck. “Wanna see your pretty cunt squirt all around my cock this time, make my princess feel so full and warm, watch you be my good girl again.”

His mind was foggy, but Regulus could never deny your request. He pulled you in for a kiss before pushing your boxers down with one hand, grinding his dripping pussy on your now exposed cock. You groaned into his mouth and he breaks the kiss, trailing his hands slowly down from his chest to his heated core, your eyes following his every movement like a hawk.

Finally, his hands reach where he most need it to, fingers with black painted nails spreading his cunt to show you how it clenches around nothing. You swallow thickly, keeping the urge to shove your tongue in and taste him again, eyes darkening and pupils dilating.

“Make me even more prettier, please. I can handle it.”

Fuck.

It will be a long fucking day.

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sommerregenjuniluft · 1 month

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@croptopjames submission for mr james fleamont potter's birthday<3

2598 words - NSFW - cw: spanking, squirting, dirty talk, lil bit of degradation theyre being nasty idk it escalated

aka feral fucking your husband after seeing him in a shirt that doesn't quite fit like it used to~

“Baby, I’m home,” Regulus shouts after entering the front door, kicking it closed behind him with his foot as he balances the huge ice cream cake precariously on both his hands.

They’ve invited the whole family as per usual, what with their first year with Harry out of the house coming back from uni for his dad’s special day, Sirius and Remus driving down and picking up Effie and Monty on the way. All their friends will come later this week for brunch.

Today it’s just the few of them though and Regulus finds himself with a spring in his step at the thought of all of them together today.

James has taken the day off and Regulus was able to weasel his way into only half a shift today which he nearly missed entirely after the way James had sat down in his lap first thing in the morning and ridden him until he was shaking, cursing and babbling incoherently, all the while his husband was seated on his throne, smiling brightly, happiest man in the world, practically taking the matter of his birthday gift into his own hands.

“Hi love!” comes from somewhere on the higher level of the house.

Regulus brings the cake into the kitchen, shrugging off his jacket and quickly dispensing the celebratory sweet in the freezer before James sees it.

Not a moment after Regulus closes the drawer to grab a bowl of blueberries from the fridge James comes into the kitchen, huffing and cheeks flushed, a presumably heavy box of just…stuff in his arms that he must have gotten from the attic.

“James,” Regulus starts, blinking, “You were supposed to take the day off.”

His husband smacks a content kiss onto his cheek, grinning brightly. His glasses are smudged and sitting crookedly over his nose and Regulus is pretty sure he spotted a bit of spiderwebs in the mess of his hair.

“Ehh,” James makes dismissively, “I still felt restless after I hit the gym this morning once you left.”

He places the box down with a heavy thunk, petting its side like a horse—he’s such a dad, “And we’ve been wanting to get started on these babies after spring cleaning anyway, remember?”

Regulus rolls his eyes, fondness betraying him when the corners of his mouth tug upwards, “Mm, that might be true. Still it’s your birthd—”

Regulus halts.

“Love?” James looks at him inquiringly, hands propped on his hips.

On his very much naked hips. A palm length sliver of skin exposed between the indecently thin and short gym shorts and the—

“James, baby, what are you wearing?”

Oh, Regulus’ mouth is so, so dry.

“Huh?” James looks down at himself, shuffling in place before his head snaps back up to Regulus, “Oh! Yeah I found one of my old shirts from uni.” His husband snickers, giving a little twirl and shaking his hips from side to side like he isn’t currently taking five years off Regulus’ life expectancy.

“You–” Regulus stops again, eyes glued to the small swell of his stomach over the band of the white shorts, the dark hair splattered all over and coiling at the center, carving a path up and downwards. It’s downright indecent. His arms fill out the shirt just how they used to back in uni but with the difference that it’s more fat than muscle now—though Regulus knows well enough from personal experience how strong his husband still is. His pecs are visibly straining the material, the washed out, maroon letters spelling HOGWARTS cracking from the stretch.

Even more so when James leans back on his palms against the dining table, draping himself all prettily against the edge and smiling coyly, blinking doe brown eyes from under long lashes at Regulus as if he didn’t already have him warpped around his finger hook, line and sinker.

“Baby,” Regulus rasps and he barely recognises his own voice.

“Yeah, Reg?” James purrs, tilting his head and exposing the expanse of his neck.

“How long until Harry arrives?”

“An hour or two, depending on traffic,” James responds, voice all husky. Regulus is going to wreck him. Reduce him to a stuttering, squirting mess in the matter of half an hour, take his fucking word for it.

“Good enough,” Regulus grits out and then he crosses the distance in two long strides, already yanking at his tie.

They meet in a mess of parted lips, clicking teeth and tongues nudging, eager as ever, trying to lick into each other’s mouths and taste. Greedy for it, happily swallowing moans and tugging their bodies close. They slot into each other easily, practiced after all these years, decades and Regulus reckons that’s how they somewhat safely find their way onto the couch.

Regulus’ back hits the cushions with a soft oompf, barely time to gasp another breath and reach for his husband before James is straddling his lap, clasping Regulus’ stubbly jaw in warm, calloused palms and pulling him right back into their kiss. They don’t stay there for long with the way James is restlessly shifting on top of him, grinding his crotch right against the bulge in Regulus’ slacks, making them both groan.

At some point Regulus abandons James’ mouth in favor of kissing over the stubble of his cheek and jaw and latch onto his throat while simultaneously trying to get his stupid shirt buttons open. When the takes too long however James seems to grow impatient, batting his hands away and fumbling with them himself while they pant and grunt into each other’s mouths.

Regulus is nipping at James’ lower lip, already swollen and an obscene kiss bitten red and his husband makes a sound. Downright needy and he’s sitting there on top of Regulus, flushed and with that dazed look in his eyes, moaning like a little slut, so Regulus can’t quite help himself when he pulls one hand around and smacks James’ firmly on the bum.

It elicits a gasp, high pitched and followed by a long, drawn out moan and James sinking deeper into his lap, recapturing his mouth and desperately rutting down against where Regulus is hard and already throbbing. It’s a medical miracle, truly, that no matter how many times they’ve had sex, Regulus’ erection is always at its best form for James.

“Mnh,” James makes, their lips parting with a wet smacking noise, “Need you, baby.”

Regulus grunts, fingers digging harshly into the meat of James’ arse, “Slut.”

Just like expected, James whimpers, and so prettily at that. Eyebrows scrunching pitifully and he grinds once more, helplessly, “Please, please.”

“But of course, sweety,” Regulus relents easily, licking a hot stripe up his neck, along his jawbone and then right across his slack mouth, “Anything for the birthday boy.”

James moans in response, nodding his head frantically.

Regulus nods his head towards the end of the couch where the pillows are piled, “Scoot up.”

His husband does so dutifully and it doesn’t take longer than a second for Regulus to make James lift his hips and rip the sheer piece of nylon off and throw it over his shoulder, not quite surprised yet still horribly taken off guard by the lack of boxer briefs underneath.

Regulus is left with nothing to do but stare at the mess of wet, thick curls and pink fold glistening with James’ slick, spit pooling under his tongue in an instant. He grabs James’ ankles, settling them over his shoulders, trainers still on and letting his hands drive over white tennis socks, hairy shins and strong calves. Digging his thumb in there and relishing in the gasp he elicits from his husband that way, hips twitching with the suspense. Regulus strokes up his boney knees, massages the big muscle of his thighs, the hair tickling his palms softly, all the while letting himself pitch forward, making sure to spill warm breath over where James wants him most right now.

He goes further, letting his hands rake up and over his stomach, rucking the shirt up as he goes and tucking it over the swell of his pecks, exposing him for Regulus to play with.

James is panting, short little puffs of breath, brimming with excitement and barely refraining from whimpering on the way out each time.

Predictably, he breaks once Regulus lazily swirls a tongue around his exposed nipple, holding the eye contact and watching with satisfaction as James’ eyelids flutter. He can’t help but grin, nipping at the hardened nub before he retreats, settling himself comfortably between James’ thighs and without warning diving right in.

James positively screams the moment Regulus closes his lips around his cock, sucking him into his mouth and rolling him around between his lips until the bucking of his hips throws him off. Regulus hoists an arm over James’ hips, belting him down, and wastes no time inserting one finger into James’ searing wetness, sinfully hot inside.

“Ahh yesyes, please more, love, please m-hah—” James babbles, throwing his head back when Regulus drives into him with another finger, crooking them upwards and watching shamelessly as his husband’s precum pools all over his digits before diving back in to lick at his little cock.

He works them steadily up to each finger until he is four in deep, repeatedly hitting that spot inside of James and sucking and mouthing at the bundle of nerves until James’ noises grow an edge.

“You gonna cum for me, baby?” Regulus asks, muffled between licks, jaw aching slightly.

“Yeah, yeah, gonna– hnng,” James breaks off, screwing his eyes shut when Regulus gives a particularly harsh suck, noises obscenely loud.

He’s fisting the cushions like his life depends on it, white knuckling them in his grip, and it only takes a handful more thrusts and licks before James is shuddering through his first orgasm. Breaths coming quicker until he eventually breaks off into a keen, thighs quivering around Regulus’ head, squeezing at his skull and riding it out, grinding his cunt uncoordinatedly forward into Regulus’ face all the while convulsing around his fingers.

He squeezes in waves of pleasure and it makes Regulus so delirious that he blinks and the next thing he knows is him kneeling against James’ ass, belt undone, slacks shoved down just enough and prodding at his slick, puffy entrance with the head of his cock.

James is staring unblinkingly at the ceiling, mouth agape and pupils so dilated they’ve swallowed most of the beautiful, dark chocolate brown.

“Baby,” Regulus prompts, bending James’ knees towards his ears with a grunt, “Jamie, be a good boy and hold these there for me.” His husband slowly blinks him back into focus, silently obliging and hooking his fingers into the bend of his knees—thank the higher powers James still does yoga once a week.

Regulus leans in, one hand holding him up off the couch, the other fisting around the length of him and smearing it through James’ wetness, “Now are you going to be able to be good and keep yourself wide open for me or are you already fucked too stupid, huh? An old man? Maybe we should postpone it for next year, ay papi, what do you say?”

James whines pathetically, rubbing his head into one of the throw pillows, knotting his black hair up even more before he swallows frantically, “No, Reg, pleaseplease, I can take it. Please, love, I’m gonna be good for you, I prom–Aah—”

Regulus bottoms out in one smooth thrust, vision dotting with black spots at the mind bending heat and vice grip James has on him, already pulsing around him shallowly.

He grants James a moment to get used to being full, slowly rocking his hips back and forth and listening for when his whimpers turn into soft moans, turning needy again, and then he reaches up to grip his chin, “Then take it, slut.”

The pace he picks up into is hard, not too fast but unforgiving and steady, a sure way to drive James crazy. Regulus nips his way along his husband’s chest, nuzzling his nose through chest hair and biting and licking at his dark nipples, tasting salt and sweat, feeling his cock twitch at the taste deep inside his husband.

When Regulus feels himself lose rhythm he hikes James’ legs impossibly higher, draping one of them over his shoulder before he starts spanking him again. The angle is awkward but it’s working, going off of the way James keeps jerking at the stinging contact, clenching around the length of Regulus and working himself into a frenzy, gasping and whimpering and groaning like he’s getting the best cock of his entire life.

“Touch yourself, baby,” Regulus demands, breath stuttering as he watches a fat tear roll down the side of James’ face, disappearing into the shorter hair at his temple.

Regulus keeps James’ thighs wide and open, rolling his hips with abandon, groaning and panting with every thrust, feeling sweat bead on his forehead and desperately trying not to lose control when James snakes a hand between his legs, frantically circling his cock while Regulus keeps pumping in and out of him.

“If you could only see yourself, baby,” Regulus grits out, “Fucking masterpiece, splayed out for me like this. Obliging my every demand, so fucking good, baby.”

James moans happily, tongue lolling out and without thinking Regulus sticks two of his fingers into his mouth, rubbing over his tongue and feeling the saliva coat them thickly.

“Can you go ahead and cum for me again, Jamie?”

James whines an affirmative around his digits, slurping messily, a trickle of drool trailing down the corner off his mouth.

“Think you’ll be a good boy and squirt all over me, baby? You know how much I love when you cum like that, hm?”

James breath hitches impossibly, eyes threatening to flutter shut as he nods deliriously.

Regulus quickly grabs him by the jaw, “Keep looking at me, James. I know you can do that for me, baby.”

And so he does.

On the next thrust James starts quivering again, fingers working furiously over his cock, mouth falling open around a silent scream and gazing Regulus right in the eyes as he pounds into him and James squirts around him. Spraying everywhere, absolutely in all directions and fucking messy, wetting Regulus’ torso and the couch—Regulus wouldn’t be surprised if the carpet wasn’t unscathed either.

That’s really all Regulus can take before his hips stutter in their pace and he buries himself deep inside James, letting the pulsing of his husband’s orgasm milk him dry as he spills and spills his cum into James for what feels like minutes on end.

At some point James lets his trembling legs back down, crossing his ankles tightly under Regulus’ bum as this one keeps jerking into his husband’s hole.

Once they’re both done Regulus is too exhausted to do anything else but collapse forward into James’ chest which he accepts with a happy hum.

They take a few minutes like this, James slowly coming to and starting to play with the curls at Regulus’ nape and Regulus breathing in the comforting scent of James, raking his short nails up and down the side of his ribcage.

After a while James presses a feebly kiss into the side of Regulus’ head, huffing out a big breath that makes Regulus rise with the motion of his chest before he snickers, “Well, happy fucking birthday to me.”

Regulus chuckles into the crook of James’ neck, dropping a kiss there before lifting and staring into his husband’s droopy eyes, “Yeah, happy fucking birthday to you, baby.”

#sirius arrives and is like: huh since when do you have a blanket draped over ur couch like that? that wasn't here two weeks ag-#jegulus #*gets forcefully elbowed by regulus*#jegulus microfic #jegulus oneshot #starchaser #sunseeker #james potter #regulus black #marauders #lune writes #lune’s tiny fic #trans james potter #ftm james potter #sub james potter #dom regulus black

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