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kitamars · 1 year
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rejoice. baby vashwood be upon ye
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denndrawings · 7 months
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Roronoa Zoro you will always be famous
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ecoamerica · 15 days
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tsukk1 · 1 year
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let then know i’m yours
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poisonedfate · 18 days
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bbc merlin - 02x11 The Witch's Quickening
pendragon siblings for the win? i think so!
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xjustakay · 9 months
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(8/8) prompt: tattoo — 648 words (mildly nsfw) @jegulus-microfic
“Regulus?”
There’s a shakiness in James’ voice that has the corner of Regulus’ mouth ticking upward smugly. He knows exactly why his boyfriend’s gone all breathless and awed. Not that it’s an unusual state for James to be in once he’s got Regulus like this —laid back on their bed, stripped bare save for his briefs, legs parted to make room for him in his favorite place.
Still, there’d been a bit of a surprise when he pushed Regulus’ knees apart and began mouthing along the soft skin of his thigh.
Heaving in a deep breath, Regulus pushes up onto his elbows, looking down toward James with a brow arched. “What is it, baby?”
James exhales a wavering sigh, hot against him. His forehead drops onto his thigh dramatically, a soft groan escaping him as he tries to collect himself. Regulus’ smirk inches wider, watching the mild crisis he seems to be having. Between Regulus nearly naked beneath him, the low-spoken pet name, and what he’s just found, James’ brain has likely stopped firing on all cylinders.
Regulus shifts his opposite leg, sliding his calf continuously against James’ bare shoulder in a soothing, coaxing gesture. “You gonna survive?”
“No,” James mumbles immediately, his lips brushing over black ink.
Because Regulus has gotten an unexpected tattoo and not told him about it. More than that, Regulus has taken an example of James’ name written in his own hand and gotten it permanently etched into his skin. As if James had merely taken a pen and written it there himself, right along his inner thigh. Right where it’d never be seen by another. Right where no one else belongs but him.
It says my name on it, so it’s mine. As the saying goes.
Regulus knew exactly what he was doing.
He moves to be able to comb his fingers back through James’ dark hair, tugging gently at the root and humming when James shivers in response. “So you like it, then?”
“You’re actually the worst.” It’s petulant, damn-near whiny right against his thigh, and Regulus can’t help but laugh airily. James presses two quick, gentle kisses over his own name, traces the tip of his tongue to underline it, too, before asking, “When did you get this?”
Regulus scratches along James’ scalp with a soft noise of contentment. “Little over a week ago.” 
It’s been the most self-restraint Regulus has shown in his fucking life, not presenting any opportunity for James to find the tattoo until it had healed a little bit.
James makes a sound of acknowledgement and lifts his head. Instead of meeting Regulus’ gaze, he stares down at his name written into pale skin. Even from this angle, Regulus can see the look in his eyes —feral adoration undeniably there in the blown pupils and unfocused shine. 
Yeah. Yeah, James definitely likes it.
Regulus slips his hand from James’ hair, trailing down his jaw to hold loosely at his chin and turn his face up toward him. The second their darkened gazes meet, James squeezes his hands at Regulus’ hips, his arms hooked beneath his legs over his shoulders. He splays his fingers out wider, trailing warmth over exposed skin. He toys with the waistband of Regulus’ briefs as hazel eyes drag a heated path up his body.
“I think I’ll stay down here a while,” James says finally; the slow and thick sweetness of a drop of honey in his promise.
“Yeah?” Regulus breathes, hips tilting upward in his buzzing anticipation.
He drops back down from his elbows with a sharp inhale when James drags his nose along the covered length of his half-hard dick, nuzzling into it further with the nod of his head.
“Want to be right here to properly appreciate this.” James moves his hand to Regulus’ thigh in order to brush his thumb back and forth over his new tattoo. “Obviously.”
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"Just imagine you are my morning tea"
"IMAgInE you ARE a TeA??"
"I don't even drink tea. Did anyone get a tingle"
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londonknights · 1 month
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(mark blinch)
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hawkeyeslaughter · 4 months
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when the hawkeye/trapper/radar trio is onscreen early in the episode you know it’s about to be absolutely top tier
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secondshark · 3 months
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My favorite men 🖤
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airlocksandaviaries · 2 years
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THE WINGS MAKE A HEART THE WINGS MAKE A HEART THE WINGS MAKE A HEART THE WINGS MA
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keinbutterdieb · 10 months
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I will never get over "Do you wanna come with me? Sporus?"
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emolgana · 10 months
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my dads trying to figure out how to facetime me
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birdclowns · 1 year
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homosexuals
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c1nto · 8 months
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icb tan caused a scene to get off the flight. using his brat powers for good
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anotherfandomtrash · 1 year
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women
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xjustakay · 8 months
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(8/15) prompt: attention— 666 words @jegulus-microfic
Regulus has been very obviously watching James across the room for too long now, but clearly the way his gaze is boring into the side of James’ head has not fazed his boyfriend in the slightest. He’s still chatting away to his mates; all bright eyes and wild hands. Really, he’s lovely like this, when he’s lost in the passion of how he talks about something he’s excited about.
But he’s been at it for a half hour now and Regulus is bored (and maybe feeling a little needy, but he’ll be dead before he admits that).
Regulus crosses the room to the sofa James is sitting on with McKinnon on his other side, fiddling absently with one of Dorcas’ braids where Dorcas sits on the floor in front of her. Dorcas clocks Regulus approaching and smirks, earning a brief glare when he perches on the sofa’s arm. Regulus’ focus darts to Remus on the armchair across the way when he hears his soft snort. James, however, hasn’t looked at him yet.
Sighing shortly, Regulus slides backward over the arm of the sofa to plop onto the cushion and lay with his head pillowed on James’ thigh. It halts James’ sentence for just a moment long enough for him to look down and flash him a dazzling smile before going back to what he was saying.
And that. Well, that’s just not going to cut it, unfortunately.
James goes on talking to McKinnon —something about some sport or another that Regulus might care about on a normal occasion, but not at the moment. For a few seconds, he watches the animatedness of James’ face, the way his eyebrows bounce between lifted and furrowed, the soft flush in his cheeks from talking hurriedly at length. 
God, he’s beautiful, James Potter.
Reaching upward, Regulus snatches one of James’ hands out of the air, pulling it down toward him. He toys with his subtly calloused fingers between his own, twists the gold ring on James’ pinky around and around, brushes a couple kisses against his fingertips.
Nothing.
In a sidelong look, Regulus catches Remus’ knowing smirk before he gets up and walks away, presumably to find his own boyfriend. Regulus doesn’t care. What he cares about is the fact that he’s right there and James is still talking. 
Dorcas knocks Regulus’ shoulder with the back of her hand, and he tilts his head back against James’ thigh to glance at her upside-down. There’s an entire silent conversation in arched eyebrows and the twitch of lips before Dorcas pat’s McKinnon’s knee twice.
“Babe, I’m thirsty, come get another drink with me?”
James makes a vaguely affronted sound when McKinnon clicks her tongue and ends their conversation to go off with her girlfriend. 
Fucking great, now Regulus owes Dorcas one, that won’t bite him in the ass later. 
More importantly, though, it does leave him and James alone.
Finally, James looks down at him fully, a fond smile on his face. His hand that Regulus doesn’t still have hold of falls against the top of Regulus’ head, fingers sinking into dark curls and swirling in slow circles against his scalp. Unbidden, a content hum escapes, despite Regulus’ annoyance.
“Noticed I’m here finally, did you?”
“Like I didn’t know you were here,” James scoffs, rolling his eyes playfully. “You’re a bit like a cat, you know. Demanding attention whenever you want it like this.”
Regulus bites sharply at his knuckle in response and James exhales an airy laugh.
“All you have to do is ask. It’s not as if I don’t like giving you attention.” James pushes Regulus’ hair back from his forehead, cards his fingers through it in a way that feels wonderful.
“This is me asking,” Regulus argues weakly, lips brushing the back of James’ fingers.
James snorts, drags the pad of his thumb across his mouth, tugs a little at his lower lip just because he can, because Regulus merely lets him. “We should probably work on that, love.”
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