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barty: i think i would genuinely fuck my clone and enjoy it, does that make me fucked up?
evan: i think itd be fucked up to pass up an opportunity to fuck you
barty: sorry?
evan: huh?
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ok girlies we are at a sleepover. we know how many crush confessions you’ve given and received. now tell us how many people you’ve kissed
#never counted but more than 500 lmao#then i did try to count and it was almost 800 so I'm never counting again#in my defence carnaval exists#and i happen to live in the country we party for a week
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nobody is doing it like neil im insane
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i do not think the reason james was obsessed w lily in canon and regulus in fanon bcuz james likes to be degraded. no, he took it as a challenge. he was cocky and knew that he was hot shit, he knew he could get anyone he wanted but lily/regulus were acting uninterested and that made him mad and he wanted nothing more than make them fall in love with them. he wanted to say "i can get anyone i want, look at you (lily/regulus) i wanted you to love me and u did, i won" not that he is a happy dog who is waiting for treats and likes it when people gets mean w him. no actually, he wanted to make mean people beg for him so he could ego boost. that was his motive and maybe on the way he fell in love with lily/regulus who knows lol
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kissing the duct tape that’s over her mouth so she knows i still care about her
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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.
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i was curious so i looked up what story alana was reading to abigail and it's about a inmate who escapes a prison and ends up killing an entire family. she was reading that to a teenage girl who just narrowly escaped being killed by her serial killer father. anyway i never want to hear about how normal and well adjusted alana is ever again
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list 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the ask box for the last 10 people who liked or reblogged something from you! get to know your moots or followers 🩷
eating good food
going out with my friends
reading a good book
playing handball
going to the beach
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@jegulus-microfic | run - april 21 | 670 words | NSFW
Regulus liked to run away from James, a bit much.
And now he was escaping from him, in the middle of their lovemaking, just to piss him off.
He didn’t know how much James was into their prey-predator foreplay, but he loved to surprise him.
He was in the middle of sucking James off, and then he started to run.
“Regulus!” James screamed behind him, “Where the fuck did you go?”
Regulus had left the house, running in the woods butt naked, and James wasn't any different. This was on his mind the whole day, playing James and expecting the outcome with excitement. He always loved the drill, the unknown. And James was full of surprises. He never failed to amaze him.
“Regulus!”
His voice echoed through the trees while adrenalin flowing in his veins. He ran fast, he didn't even wait to breathe. He was just that curious. This was the first time he pulled something like this on James.
He ran and ran. He didn't know how much he ran until he noticed James stopped screaming after him.
He stopped and looked behind him, not even a single leaf was moving. And then his voice of reason started to creep in. The house was far away, he didn't see anything but trees. And there was no trace of James.
He turned and started to walk towards the Potters Mansion, he even considered shouting James’ name.
He opened his mouth and ended up thrown onto a tree.
“Don't you fucking run away from me.”
James' voice behind him sent chills down his spine. Before relieving, James pushed him onto the tree again, harder this time.
“You want to be chased and fucked, Regulus?”
The tranches were biting into his skin, he was still facing the tree he was pinned against. All he could do was breathe, he couldn't even find his words to speak.
“Jam-”
“Shh,” James shushed, he spread Regulus’ ass cheeks and Regulus’ breath caught. He couldn't believe it, James was following his lead and actually doing it.
Oh, he couldn't be turned on more.
He heard him spitting and right after that, his fingers covered with his saliva caressed his hole and he shivered. They were doing it regularly, he didn't need much preparation but he loved the animosity of it.
“James,” he moaned when James pushed his two fingers into his hole, “Jamie.”
“You get what you deserve, baby.”
He pulled out his fingers and shoved his thick cock in one go. Regulus forgot how to breathe. It hurt, so much. But he loved every second of it.
He tried to hold onto the tree but James didn't let him, he grabbed both of his wrists in one hand and pinned them behind, right above his hips.
He couldn't even think clearly, James pulled out all and shoved it right back in him, bottoming out.
Regulus moaned out loud like a whore.
“Thats right,” James said next to his ear, pinning his cheek to the tree, “Fucking moan for me.”
He couldn't even touch himself, but he was already there, rutting onto the tree like a dog.
“Oh, fuck,” he cried out, trying to seek a friction.
James was fucking him hard, pulling it all out and slamming in him right after. He was at his mercy, and he couldn't think of anything else.
“Fuck, you are tight, it doesn't matter how many times I have to fuck you inside out, you are always tight.”
Regulus choked on his words, “‘s for you— all for you—”
James pressed his head to the tree harder, fucking his ass faster, rougher. He bit his shoulder, he was like a hungry animal, unstoppable.
“James— oh, fuck, right there, right there— faster—”
“Beg for it,” James whispered into his ear and thrust in him faster.
“James,” he warned, but it was no use. He knew it when James got like this.
“Please, please, fuck me faster, I'm begging you.”
“Keep on begging,” James said, smiling sinisterly.
Regulus created a monster.
#WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME YOU HAD BEEN WRITING THIS BEAUTIES OMFF#im gonna kill u#and gonna keep ur brain in a glass jar to appreciate and kiss it at my leisure#LEMME LICK UR BRAIN MATERIAL TO ABSORB UR GREATNESS
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Jeremy and Jean are living inside my head and I don't care that they don't pay rent (working on some redesigns for these two)
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ooops i ACCIDENTALLY unfollowed u 😏😏😏
yeees yk what they say about people who do that
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Just thinking about the chemistry between James and Evan in Daylight
I LOVE ITTT
Everything’s so good written
aaaa they do be hitting different heheh this made me so happy fr can't thank u enough <3 <3
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Rip Barty Crouch Jr you would have loved getting matching friendship tattoos with your besties—oh wait
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