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sixlane · 1 month

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@croptopjames submission | 1.5k words | NSFW - dom/sub, praise, degradation, spanking, gagging

Dedicating this to euge @ecstarry for brainrotting with me and lune @sommerregenjuniluft because we talked about dancer james once. Love you guys <3

Regulus walks the length of the studio assessing the attire of his dancers. He has a strict policy of professionalism that he makes no exceptions for, and James has been pushing his luck recently.

He had hired James as an apprentice only a few months ago, but he was already regretting the decision. Not because of James’ abilities, but because of his utter lack of respect.

James is a brilliant dancer, don’t get him wrong. He came from the most prestigious modern dance conservatory in the country, and Regulus had managed to sign him right out of school.

He’s inclined to say James wasn’t worth the work, but that wouldn’t be completely true. He may make Regulus’ life a living hell, but he’s fucking gorgeous on stage, all lean muscles and strong lines. It’s captivating to watch, even more so when he gets to see it up close.

As Regulus makes his way across the room, he catches sight of James in the back sporting gray joggers and— he has to take a minute to register what he’s seeing. Is that a fucking crop top?

James just flashes a knowing smirk, staring Regulus down. He’s been called out for wardrobe infractions at least three times this month, and it’s starting to get old.

“Sirius,” Regulus calls out to his brother, but more importantly, his rehearsal director. “Can you start the warm up? I need to have a word with Potter.”

A few snickers sound throughout the studio because his employees can be fucking children sometimes, and Sirius nods, getting up from his spot on the floor.

Regulus turns toward the door, knowing James will follow him, and makes his way to his office down the hall.

He only has to stand behind his desk for a minute, arms crossed, before James waltzes in, closing the door behind him.

“This is grossly unprofessional, you do realize that,” Regulus deadpans.

“I do realize that,” James responds innocently, batting his lashes.

Regulus runs his eyes over the man standing in front of him, something he didn’t want to do in front of everyone in the studio.

The top hits a few inches above his navel and exposes the soft lines of his abs and a stripe of dark hair that trails beneath his joggers.

“Eyes up here,” James says, bringing Regulus’ attention back to the matter at hand.

He gives James a stern look and leans forward on his desk.

“How many times do I have to tell you this won’t be tolerated in my company?” he asks.

James’ eyes darken and he leans forward to mirror Regulus. “Not sure. Will you tell me again?”

The audacity of this man… Well, Regulus thinks, maybe it’ll stick this time.

He reaches across the table casually, stroking a hand across James’ face. The dancer leans into it, fluttering his eyes shut for a moment, before Regulus reaches around his head to grab a fistful of his hair.

James opens his eyes and a slanted smile pulls at his mouth.

“Keep your hands on the table,” Regulus says before pushing James’ head down onto his desk. “Don’t move.”

James goes willingly, bending in half over the desk like a dream.

Regulus walks around to stand behind him, admires the curve of his ass and the ridges of his spine where they’re exposed under his shirt. He runs his fingers over them, eliciting a small shiver from James.

Regulus dips his hands into the waistband of James’ joggers, sinking his nails into the soft skin, before roughly pushing his pants down around his ankles.

James’ breathing picks up, his anticipation getting the better of him. Regulus would love to draw this out, but he’s afraid he hasn’t got the time today.

He smacks James’ ass once, causing the other man to jolt and let out a soft whine.

“Stay quiet,” Regulus commands.

James nods in confirmation. A lie, most likely.

Regulus lets a finger wander through the cleft of James’ ass, circling his rim in slow and deliberate movements. He keeps his eyes on James’ face where it’s pressed against his desk. His eyes are shut, mouth open.

“You’re so pretty like this,” Regulus says. “When you’re not talking back to me.”

James makes a needy noise pressing his hips back onto Regulus’ finger, searching for a fullness he knows is coming.

Regulus smacks him again across the same spot as before. “Don’t get greedy. You know how this works.”

James nods again looking at Regulus now. His pupils are absolutely blown and it’s all Regulus can think about. The desperate want in his eyes.

“Tell me,” Regulus instructs.

James rolls his eyes back as he starts to lightly circle his rim again.

“Words, James.”

“You’re in charge,” James breathes.

“And I can do whatever I want with you,” Regulus adds.

“Whatever you want.”

“Good boy.” Regulus pulls his hand away again, but James doesn’t get a chance to protest before it’s being pushed into his mouth. “Now suck.”

James moans around his fingers, hollowing his cheeks and making a show out of it. He knows this undoes Regulus every time, watching as he listens so well, follows every command. It’s a high he’ll be riding for the rest of rehearsal.

“That’s right baby, get them nice and wet for me,” Regulus praises, bringing his other hand up to grab at James’ hip, keep him from moving too much.

When spit starts to drip down his chin, Regulus pulls his fingers away, and the noise James makes is fucking filthy. A keen he’s sure the whole company just heard, and that just won’t fly.

Regulus moves his hand from James’ hip up into his hair, yanking him back until he’s hovering above the desk.

“James, what did I fucking say,” Regulus hisses. “Do you need something in your mouth? Hm? Such a slut for it you can’t follow simple directions?”

James moans loudly, a please falling from his lips somewhere in there.

Regulus releases him and he falls back onto the desk with a whine.

Going back around his desk, Regulus fishes through his bottom drawer with his clean hand, finding what he’s looking for. A dress code appropriate t-shirt he keeps for times like these, when James just can’t help himself. He shoves it in James’ mouth harshly then pats him on the cheek.

“There you go baby. Now you can tell me just how much you like it.”

And James does without a second thought, immediately filling the room with muffled noises.

Regulus resumes his position behind the dancer, running his spit-slick fingers against James’ hole.

“Ready?” He asks.

James is a mess, barely there at this point even though Regulus hasn’t even done anything, but he nods anyway, and Regulus pushes a finger in slowly.

“Always so tight for me baby.”

“Mmph,” James moans around the shirt. He tries to fuck his hips forward into nothing, desperate for some friction against his neglected cock, but Regulus holds him still. He should know by now that he’ll stay untouched until Regulus allows it.

Once he feels James is ready, he adds another finger, leaning down to spit into the place where they slide into James. He increases the speed, crooking them to brush the spot that reduces James to a moaning mess.

He sees James’ eyes roll back again as he makes a muffled sound, so debauched and fucked out already.

For the first time, Regulus notices his own wetness pooling in his briefs, but he ignores it. This isn’t about him.

“Can you be a good boy and take another,” Regulus asks, and James nods enthusiastically. If he wasn't gagged, Regulus knows he’d be begging, has heard it enough times to memorize the sound.

Regulus pulls out completely, watching James’ hole flutter briefly around nothing, before pushing three fingers back in.

James balls his fists against the desk, barely moving his hips, trying so hard to be good. Regulus decides to cut him some slack.

“Fuck yourself on them baby, it’s okay.”

James obeys immediately, pushing his hips back wildly and making ungodly sounds that he wishes he could hear unobstructed.

Caught up in the image of James losing control, Regulus reaches around to touch his neglected cock where it’s been leaking onto the floor. He collects the precome beading at the tip to soften the slide, and pumps James slowly in time with the movement of his hips.

“You close? Gonna come for me?” Regulus asks, sugar sweet.

James barely responds, but the crease between his eyebrows gives him away. Regulus knows it means he’s heading toward the edge of the cliff.

Quickly, before it’s too late, Regulus pulls his hand away, pulls his fingers out, leaving James empty and neglected once again.

He smacks James’s ass roughly, then digs his fingers into the flesh, punishing.

Leaning forward, he puts his mouth right up against James’ ear, “Only good boys get to come, James. I expect you back in rehearsal in five minutes wearing that shirt in your mouth.”

James sobs into the fabric, ruined and undoubtedly aching, and Regulus leaves him there to clean himself up.

Maybe this time he’ll finally learn his lesson.

#croptopjamesfest #jegulus #regulus black #james potter #regulus x james #james x regulus #starchaser #sunseeker #marauders au #marauders fanfic #jegulus microfic #sub james potter #dom regulus black #lane writes #microfic tag #dancer au

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ecstarry · 1 month

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spring break

James is willing to do anything to get Regulus' attention, including, participating on a wet t-shirt contest where Regulus will be the judge.

"The curly-haired man scanned him with his gaze, and the moment he reached his exposed abdomen, he blushed. James made him blush. He had found exactly who he wanted to spend his week with.”

Fic: Spring Break

for @malchai and beta-read by @bellaxisworld as part of the @croptopjames

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veryinnovative · 1 month

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little microfic for crop top james fest <3 happy birthday to my favorite orange cat. @croptopjames wc: 447. not explicit but dirty thoughts + talk.

It’s downright sinful how James prances about in the bustling living room of his shared flat with Sirius, body-packed and lively with the inebriated movements of twenty people or so raising the nth toast to celebrate his birthday. The mixed drinks are more liquor than anything else, concocted true to Mary’s diabolical taste since passing out drunk and enduring a three-day-long hangover has become a tradition following Lily’s 'sweet twenty-teen' ordeal. Yet, it isn't just the three shots worth of vodka and a hint of cranberry juice that fills Regulus’ mouth with a sour-bitter tang, no. It’s James, wholly James — sun-sculpted with the bodily proportions carved by God himself.

With every movement, the muscles of his revealed abdomen undulate, his skin left revealed beneath the hem of his crop top that stops just below the swell of his chest. As Regulus’ eyes zero in on the piece of shining metal on James’ navel, he finds himself needing another sip to prevent his thoughts from drifting further away, to the dangerous, lust-filled dreamscapes of dipping his tongue deep in James Potter’s fucking belly button. He knows what that feels like, to have the cold metal press against his tongue, nose buried in the dark dusting of hair that trails down the center. Has done it more than a dozen times.

And James knows. Of course, he fucking does. He arches his back just so when leaning across the pool table and smiles innocently when his nipples pebble underneath Regulus’ heated gaze. So, it’s no surprise to either of them when he ends up dragged away from the party to his bedroom, roughly shoved into the unmade bed that serves as an invitation for Regulus all the same. The sheets still carry both of their scents from the morning, the center still slightly damp where they had been tangled a couple of hours ago.

James stretches out underneath him, long and languid, bronze skin pulled taut around the ladder of his ribs, urging Regulus to climb them into heavenly ascension. And he will. He fucking will. Especially when he bats up his lashes at him, head lazily lolling to the side.

“I’m going to fuck you, James,” Regulus grits out. “I’m going to fuck you senseless.”

James grins, an edge of manic to his eyes as he grabs Regulus by the front of his shirt and drags him into a bruising kiss. “Yeah?” he breathes out into Regulus’ parted mouth, hand reaching out to palm where he’s hard and trapped in his pants. “Put this cock inside of me?”

“And so much more,” Regulus promises against his lips before slipping his hand behind the elastic band of James’ joggers.

#croptopjamesfest #ino microfic tag!#jegulus #james x regulus #jegulus microfic #i coulda written the smut. i could have #but im gonna continue with deadlines #they fuck but james' crop top stays on btw

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starchaserwrites · 29 days

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so... life happens and it took me more than expected but here is the surprise for this post!

i hope you like it and invite you to watch me fight my demons (aka digital illustration) on instagram!

for the @croptopjames fest!

#james potter #jegulus #marauders #the marauders #starchaser #digital art #illustration #len draws #my art #croptopjamesfest #art

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prongsfish · 30 days

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@croptopjames / 1,015 words / happy bday jfp <3 - nsfw but fades to black

Regulus thought he might die, honestly.

This couldn’t be allowed. It was surely against the rules. Regulus wasn’t exactly sure what rules he was referring to (Laws against public indecency, maybe?), but somebody had to stop James Potter.

He knew exactly what he was doing, too. Chest puffed out, arms crossed, and leaning against the wall, all while idly rolling his wrist, the red cup in his hand moving in circles. Regulus couldn’t see into the cup, but assuming it wasn’t yet empty of beer, he thought the liquid sloshing around inside was likely reminiscent of the feeling inside his stomach. His smile too, of course, betrayed his self-satisfaction. The glint in his eyes said that he knew just how much he was affecting the other party-goers.

Regulus huffed over the man’s ridiculously large ego and tried not to think about how, at that moment, he was the perfect example to prove it justified.

And he definitely wasn’t thinking about the strip of brown skin between the top of his jeans and the hem of his shirt, which was much too small for him. The skin that was covered by it was only barely less inappropriate as he may as well have not been wearing a shirt at all with how tightly it clung to the contours of his defined torso.

He looks ridiculous, Regulus thought, like he’s wearing a kid’s t-shirt. He ignored the contrasting reaction his body seemed to be insisting on, but still couldn’t bring himself to tear his eyes away.

“Jesus Christ, mate, try not to drool,” Barty said from beside him. Regulus scowled but didn’t so much as glance over at him, despite having no clue when he got there. “I’ve seriously never seen you look this desperate. I’m a bit worried you’ll combust.”

“Shut up.” He replied through gritted teeth. Barty just sighed and pet him roughly on the back.

“Alright, whatever, I’m gonna go see if Dorcas has found anything stronger to drink yet. Have fun with your ogling.”

Regulus didn’t bother answering, instead taking a sip of the drink he’d been nursing for a while by then. He wasn’t exactly sure what was in it, but Pandora made it, so he wasn’t worried. Any other of his friends and he wouldn’t have dared touch it.

James had been talking to people most of the night and had only been on his own like that for a few minutes. Regulus watched him as he watched everyone else, had been watching him all night, really, but appreciated that he was standing still now. He swore that the man couldn’t stay in one spot for more than thirty seconds.

He didn't know why he felt caught out, then, when James' eyes finally wandered over to him, smirk widening to find Regulus’ eyes already trained intently on him. He wasn’t exactly being subtle, and James had been watching all around the room, of course he’d look his way eventually. If his brain hadn’t been occupied with… other details and he’d thought about it, he would’ve expected it.

He wouldn’t have expected James to then push off the wall and start walking towards him, though.

“Hey Reg,” He said once he was close enough to be heard over the music blasting around them. God, he looked so full of himself. Disgustingly pleased. It made Regulus’ blood burn.

“Potter,” Regulus raised an eyebrow.

“Don’t take that tone with me after I caught you staring.” James wasn’t that much taller than Regulus, but the handful of inches between them meant he looked down at him when they spoke. It definitely did not make Regulus’ stomach flood with butterflies.

“I was simply astounded by your ridiculous attire. I don’t quite know what you were going for there, but it’s a bit of a train wreck.”

“Y’know it’s useless lying to me, baby. It’s written all over your face what you’re really thinking.” God, his voice was good. Deeper than usual, and thick and sweet as syrup. Did he just call him baby?

“And what exactly, would you say, I’m thinking?” Regulus narrowed his eyes, staring directly into James’ own.

James' free hand lifted to rest lightly on Regulus’ hip, just grazing the side of his waist. He tried to hide the way he sucked in a breath, but James’ grin told him he was unsuccessful.

“Similar to what I am, surely.”

Regulus swallowed hard. He wouldn’t give in this easily. “What would Sirius think about you touching his little brother like this, hm?”

James just exhaled a laugh. “Sirius isn’t here right now.” His grip tightened slightly as he leaned forward to murmur only inches away from his face and Regulus couldn’t resist how his eyes snapped down to watch how muscles both covered and uncovered by his shirt shifted. “Don’t change the subject.”

Alright, maybe Regulus would give in that easily.

He swayed forward, suddenly, hands moving up to cup his face and pulling him into a kiss. James’ lips reacted quickly, moving against his own, and his arm shifted around his waist to place his palm on his back. James’ tongue slid against Regulus’ lips and he opened them without hesitation, groaning into his mouth as they hurried to escalate. The sound seemed to spur James on some more, and he started walking them both away, speaking words at a time between devouring Regulus’ mouth with his own. “C’mon, baby, the- fuck- bathroom, this way.”

Normally, Regulus would've challenged his assumption he’d follow him into the bathroom, but this time he only nodded quickly and let James lead him away. Barty was right, he was acting like some common fucking whore. At this rate, if they hadn’t moved into the bathroom, James pushing him against the wall as soon as they were in, they really would’ve been at risk of trouble for public indecency.

As James' mouth left his, moving to trail hot kisses down his body as Regulus writhed above him, all he managed to get out between quiet gasps and moans was “Whatever you do, just, keep- ah-, the shirt, on.”

#IM NOT LATE #I AM JUST ON THE EDGE #this is so dumb n i had less than 2h to write it but i couldnt not #microfish tag #croptopjamesfest #regulus black #james potter #jegulus #marauders #fanfiction #jegulus microfic

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shootingthe-stars · 1 month

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happy birthday to my little beefcake 🫶

#james potter #the marauders #marauders #marauders era #jily #jegulus #using my anatomy classes for what god intended #croptopjamesfest #guys he’s so fine i’m sorry #making this i kept going oh my god okay. alright. jesus.#rip james potter you would’ve loved turning 64 #my art

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donotwishonme · 1 month

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I've done more thinking about James in a crop top than writing about James in a crop top today - 200 words - @croptopjames

"James, please, take it off," Regulus pleaded, again.

"Why, you got it for me," James responded, feigning innocence, but Regulus could see he was enjoying it tremendously.

"Yes well, I bought it online, I didn't know it was a crop top, you look indecent." For their anniversary Regulus had given him a shirt with the text 'I heart my boyfriend' with a picture of himself in the heart. However, when the shirt arrived it turned out to be rather short, still James insists on wearing it.

"Come on, Reggie, I look good, don't you want to show me off?"

And Regulus must admit he does look good. The shirt is tight, hugging him in all the best places. The sleeves are stretched around his arms. On his stomach his happy trail is on full display, leading up to his belly button piercing.

But the best part was that James’ new tattoo was visible. He got it as a surprise for Regulus. And everytime he looked at it he wanted James for himself. Tattooed on the side of his ribs: R.A.B.

One more look up and down James' body, he didn't need more convincing than that, "Alright, let's go."

#croptopjamesfest #james potter #regulus black #jegulus #jegulus microfic #izzy's pocket-sized fics

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tadaxii-i · 1 month

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CONTRIBUTING TO THE CROP TOP JAMES FEST because HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY FAVOURITE HIMBOOOO

I wrote this microfic and it's really horny and kind of Reg centric because I can't help it but! It still fits the demand.

Happy Birthday - 1,550 words - Starchaser, Wolfstar, Background Marylily, Suggestive.

@croptopjames

Regulus had woken James up this morning.

Which was highly unusual, seeing as James usually rose before the sun and Regulus had to mourn his getting up every morning, reaching helplessly around his empty bed.

Today, though, Regulus kissed him awake just a mere minutes before his alarm clock rang.

"Mon coeur," Murmured Regulus against his cheek, the incessant presses of affection slowly but surely pulling James out of his slumber. "Mon amour, please wake up."

"Mghh…" Grumbled James, and the incoherence must have been funny to Regulus, because he chuckled quietly against his skin. Unwillingly, it made James smile too.

"Good morning." Smiled Regulus as he climbed above James, his head hanging like chandelier a few inches from James'. He didn't think he'd ever get used to waking up to the most beautiful sight in the whole world every single morning, with its unruly hair and returning freckles.

"Good morning." He hummed back, and Regulus pressed a kiss to the bridge of his nose, right where it was permanently indented from his glasses.

"Happy birthday, Jamie."

Oh yeah, it was his birthday. James liked seeing Regulus first on his birthdays - spring was returning, so his pale skin tended to brown up incredibly quickly, a myriad of freckles settling on his cheeks and shoulders. His ears took on that constant pink flush that warmed James' heart.

He must have been staring, because Regulus tilted his head to the side, his hair falling into his eyes, but still smiling. Regulus always smiled on his birthdays. James liked to joke that it was always his best gift, but he was actually always serious.

"Come on, you're falling back asleep, I can feel it." Exposed. "Get up, get up! You're only getting older from now on."

"Okay, okay, I get it." Protested James, pushing himself up on his elbows and sitting up against the pillows. Regulus scooted backwards on his knees to give him space, scrunching his nose when James brushed his sleep-puffy eyes. Regulus handed him his glasses, and suddenly the world was clearer.

"I've got a gift for you." He perked up, pushing himself off the bed to reach out into their closet. James had a premium view of the tall expanse of his legs in his shorts from here, so he was more than happy to wait for a bit.

"Why did you wake up so early? We don't have anything until this afternoon, you could have slept a little bit more." James reached out for Regulus' waist as he slid back atop the covers, a thin box clutched in his pretty hands. He leaned into his lover's touch, straddling James' legs and making himself comfortable - which was a wonderful idea, if you asked James - pushing the package against his chest.

Regulus avoided his question, instead opting for: "Open up."

James raised his brow at that, but Regulus only stuck out his tongue, so James thought it was nothing bad. He still tugged at Regulus' tongue with his teeth, though.

At a closer inspection, the box was a flat, burgundy thing with a small carving, that James recognised as a gift box he'd used for Regulus' Yule present a few years ago - probably recycling, then.

Inside, there was a small heap of fabric, meticulously folded into a neat square, of the same dark red that James knew Regulus liked on him. James unfolded it under Regulus' watchful eyes.

It was a crop top, with an inscription on it.

"Boytoy?" Scoffed James, his eyebrows shooting to his hairline. "You're so rude to me! On my birthday!"

But Regulus only leaned forward, whispering against his lips.

"It's true, though."

And it was, yes. So.

Regulus kissed him, so James would do anything he asked of him. It was clockwork, at this point.

"Wear it today?" His baby murmured in between kisses, desperately fighting against the smile threatening to cut James' face in half.

"I thought it was my day." James' hand locked into Regulus' curls.

"It is. Don't act like you don't like it. I've seen your butchered band tees."

"They're not butchered!"

"Okay, 'Fleetwood' fan. No 'Mac' in sight."

"Bitch."

"Sure."

And Regulus' body against his was so very warm.

"PRONGS!" Sirius basically ripped his ears off as he jumped into his arms, and James caught him just before he smashed his head against the hardwood floors. "HAPPY BIRTHDAY!"

"Indoors voice, Pads." Reminded Remus, but Sirius ignored him to pepper James' face with sloppy kisses.

"Thank you, Padfoot!" James pressed Sirius against him, practically crushing his smaller frame into his arms. He knew it was the way Sirius liked hugs anyway.

James had definitely mellowed out after settling down with Regulus - his fiancé, thank you very much - but he was sometimes reminded of the way he used to be whenever he saw Sirius jumping around like an overexcited puppy. He envied the way Sirius hadn't changed a bit since high school.

Behind them, Remus and Regulus exchanged a nod and a smile, sighing at their mutual disasters. The both of them weren't much better, but they hid it better, the little shits.

James did a round of hugs and kisses for every guest, receiving 'happy birthday's and low whistles from those who dared look below his pectorals.

"Damn." Marlene slapped his ass on his way to greet Dorcas, her dimples digging into her cheeks. "You're out of control today!"

"It was Reggie's idea." He denounced, ignoring Regulus' dark stare.

"Of course it was." She winked, and he winked back.

The party wasn't really a surprise, because Sirius organised a surprise party every year at the same place, same time. James had stopped pretending to be surprised after a few years, but he still appreciated the sentiment.

Still, after so many years, everyone kept coming. There was not a birthday where someone was missing - Mary had gotten a gift for Evan, for fuck's sake! And they had nothing in common. They were their own little village, an ecosystem coexisting for more than seven years for some, and almost fifteen for the rest.

"Barty J!" James cried out, slamming his hand against Barty's and smashing their shoulders together.

"You look good!" Retorted Barty, those sly eyes wrinkling at the corners. One of the first conversations he'd had with Barty once he and Reg had started dating was some teasing, good intentioned sex advice - He and Regulus had almost been together once, actually - and a weird kind of shovel talk much too similar to Sirius'. knew he had a friend in him, whether or not anyone liked to admit it.

James let go of him and Regulus kissed both of his cheeks, smiling.

Then Evan, Pandora, and late comer Mary who - according to her words - had been snogging Lily in the bathroom, then Lily, who looked like she'd, in fact, been snogged in the bathroom.

And even as they all fell through their yearly routine of hugs, bad American movies and cake, Regulus' eyes were on him; on the expanse of skin on his stomach, on the lingering hands he grazed as he circulated, on the kiss he pressed there as he got settled on the couch with a drink in his hand.

James didn't even get to get a glimpse of the inside of their flat before Regulus pressed him against the entrance hall's wall.

In a matter of seconds, hungry lips were on his, and James could only reciprocate, sighing and breathing against the warm, warm, hot pressure. Hands in hair, hands on arms, hands on shoulder blades, hands on bare waists, and it might just as well been Regulus' birthday from he indulged himself. James thought he was no one to stop him, really.

"Baby," James sighed against his hair as Regulus began trailing down his throat. Regulus hummed against his throat, scraping his teeth against his Adam's apple. "Baby, please."

"What do you want?" Regulus caught his lips again - James felt like he was being stringed at the tune of Regulus' violin, something to be played with and discovered.

He didn't know what he wanted, truly. Nothing, everything, just for Regulus to touch him, for fuck's sake. It was never enough, never enough, and James wanted more more more too much.

Regulus dropped on his knees, a beautiful sight with bright blue eyes - Regulus said they were grey but he didn't believe him one second - and rosy red cheeks. He was a bit tipsy from the liquor, that peach delight Dorcas kept pouring into his glass all throughout the night and he just accepted. His lips trailed the crease of James' belly button, peering up through his lashes.

James' breath caught in his chest.

It was easy to predict that Regulus would bite. It still brought James to tears when he did, sinking his sharp canines into the flesh of his flanks, willing the blood to the surface in tiny pools. Regulus' fingers trailed where his tense muscles rippled in shock, looking every bit the blood-sucking demon James knew he was.

"I just want you, my love." James whispered, never ever willing the shame the shake in his voice if it meant Regulus would grin at him like that.

"Your wish is my command."

#croptopjamesfest #james potter #jegulus #regulus black #kat you’re insane for this #this fest was unexpected #but absolutely welcome #starchaser #my art #my writing #:p

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daysofnights · 1 month

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For the @croptopjames fest | Implied Sexual Content (and general horniness) | around 700 words (maybe more that was pre-editing)

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James is dancing. Hands held high in the air in a way almost cruel to the crop top he’s wearing. Forcing it to tortuously stretch in an attempt to cover anything.

Any hint of modesty the top held before is gone and Regulus is using every ounce of his remaining self control not to jump him right there on the makeshift dance floor.

He leans further back against the wall and watches instead. Appreciates. Waits. Allows a small smile when James looks for him across the room. Lets the feeling sink warmly into his skin.

James has always liked being the centre of attention, thrives on it. Regulus doesn’t really understand but he can enjoy the view while James shines.

He likes to know that while everyone else can watch, and watching they are, James continues to choose him. They can watch as much as they want. He’s Regulus’ to touch and be touched by.

He waits until James is walking over to the drinks table to make his move. Gulps down the last of his drink and weaves through the crowd, appearing by James and taking his rightful place. Tucked into James’ side. “Hi, baby.”

He lets one hand slip around James’ waist and squeezes slightly in greeting. Well, more to feel him up, but Regulus never claimed to be a saint. Just pretends to be one sometimes.

He looks up through his eyelashes, puts on his most innocent face. “Wanna do a body shot with me?”

James laughs at the suddenness of the request. “Right now?” he looks back at his friends who have quickly accepted that James isn’t coming back anytime soon. “Sure.”

They stop off for James to grab a drink before making their way over to the kitchen. It’s already set up. Salt, tequila, and lime slices ready to be used.

James hops up onto the end of the counter easily. “So, how do you wanna do this?”

Regulus lets his smile turn a little devilish. “Lie down.”

He places one hand on James’ stomach and pushes gently until he lies back.

The line of James’s abs work as an excellent map for the salt, using far more than he needs to create a trail up his torso. He prompts James to open his mouth and places the lime, lets his fingers brush James’ lips before slowly pulling away.

He’d like to think that he pours the shot slowly to add tension but who is he kidding. He’s itching to be done. Barely processes it.

It’s easy to start licking up the salt just above the trail of hair on James’ stomach. He takes his time with it, keeps eye contact throughout and watches James’ pupils blow as he slowly licks up to the crop tops bottom. The crevices and muscles creating a whole world under his tongue.

He nearly keeps going, further up and up and then back down but he stops himself just in time. Downs the shot to distract himself and barely notices the burn as he swallows.

He can feel James’ eyes following him. Tracing the movement of him swallowing. Knows that if he makes eye contact again he’ll give up on this whole thing right now.

He leverages James’ shirt to pull him up slightly to bite the lime. Lets it act as the only barrier between their lips before stepping back. A string of saliva still attaching them together and he has to resist the urge to spit the lime out on the floor and dive back in.

He moves away to stop the thought, lets go of his hold on the oh so tempting crop top and turns away to throw the lime out. He takes a deep breath before turning back.

James had lain back down when the grip on his shirt disappeared, and is lying there still on the counter. Regulus’ thoughts momentarily turn away from his dick and become slightly more concerned that his small revenge broke his boyfriend.

The fear quickly dissipates when James jumps up to sitting, grinning as he does so, and encourages Regulus to stand between his legs. Leaning forward so that his lips are just a hair’s breadth from his ear. “The lucky thing about being the birthday boy is that my room is just down the hall.”

Regulus suddenly becomes very aware of the large bulge currently digging into his stomach.

He raises an eyebrow, even though James can’t see it, tries to act unimpressed. “Really?”

James pulls back to show off his very smug grin. “Really.”

#croptopjamesfest #if james is wearing a crop top #regulus is going to lick his stomach #its just natural #everyone else is very happy when they finally get a room #even if it is james’ bday #james does in fact miss most of his bday party #also the crop top stays on in the bedroom #i think people should know that #im so tired #cannot edit any more this is it #this is all i can do lmao #jegulus #regulus black #james potter

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ye-olde-trojan-horse · 1 month

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haven’t been writing much lately… but did have a lil time to film something in honour of @croptopjames fest (to the sweet sound of hozier 😌)

<3 you and all your work, kat @messrsage

xoxo nate

#croptopjamesfest #JUSTICE FOR CROP TOP JAMES #THIS ONE IS FOR ALL THE HATERS #WHO ARE WRONG #that’s all #nathara is active? what.#james potter x regulus black #james potter

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thatrandommatildafan · 1 month

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My contribution to the James Potter in a crop top fest

@ye-olde-trojan-horse it's here hehe (praying to every god out there he likes this because his writing is *chef's kiss*)

@croptopjames happy to serve this community 🫡

My Idiot

Word count: 1023

TW for mentions of transphobia and dysphoria, it's mostly people gossiping and Reg being insecure about his gender (are his insecurities based on mine? possibly 👀)

“Dora?”

Pandora opened her eyes.

It was late at night and everyone else in the dorm was asleep, if Pandora went by the snores of Barty who was practically laying on Evan, and the smile Dorcas always made when she was dreaming.

It was one of their monthly sleepovers, since, with Dorcas not getting along well with the girls in her dorm and Pandora being in Ravenclaw, they didn't get the chance to meet up apart from meal times and classes. They’d organized their first sleepover together in second year, when Dorcas had come into the boys’ dorm saying she’d had a nightmare, and Barty sent Regulus to get Pandora, since he was the only one able to solve the puzzle needed to open the common room. They spent the whole night in Barty’s bed, holding onto each other for comfort.

It was now 4 years later, and Pandora turned their head around to see Regulus, who was the one who’d called her. He looked worried.

“Yes?” Pandora asked. Regulus usually didn't talk this late at night, especially with other people around.

“You know how i’ve been out to the school for a few weeks?”

Pandora frowned. She didn't like the way this was going. “Yes?”

“I’m a bit afraid of wearing the male uniform. In front of everyone, I mean.”

“Oh.” Pandora couldn't help but relax. They smiled softly.

After Regulus ran away two months ago, he was able to come out as trans to the whole school, and simultaneously make his relationship with James public. There were some negative reactions, but those were toned down pretty fast by James and his friends. Regulus still struggled to talk to Sirius, but he was slowly getting closer to the Gryffindors, especially Lily and Remus.

“Do you want to talk about it?”Regulus silently nodded, before taking a deep breath, and diving in.

“I feel like an imposter every time I make sure to look masculine. If I was an actual boy, I wouldn't need to make such an effort to look like one. I know it’s just my brain talking, but it’s still hard to ignore.” He lowered his head.

Pandora placed their hand on his shoulder. “Do I look feminine sometimes?”

Regulus looked back up at her. “Yes.”

“And do I have to do stuff like wear a binder or wear masculine makeup so people see me more as androgynous?" “Yes."

“Does that make my identity any less valid?”Regulus sat up, frowning. “What? No!”

Pandora laughed, bringing him down to a laying position to avoid waking up the others. “And that applies to you as well. You can wear the uniform now, or tomorrow, or never. It’s your choice. But do it because you want to, not because others want you to.”

Regulus relaxed, and put his hand on Pandora’s. “I love you.”

They couldn't help but smile. “I love you too, Reg.”

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the next morning

As Regulus walked into the Great Hall, wearing the male uniform, he couldn't help but notice a few whispers from people looking over at him. He took a deep breath, remembering Pandora’s words, and walked to his assigned spot at the Slytherin table, between Dorcas and Barty.

The two of them welcomed him, and, with the help of Evan, properly hid him off from the other tables and cussed off the ones who dared to look. Regulus looked down at his plate, feeling self conscious, and stared at the table as he felt the looks of others digging into his skin.

He started to regret his choice, even considering going back to his dorm right now. He repeated Pandora’s words of comfort as a mantra in his head, hoping to empty his mind.

He was taken out of his spiraling by the sound of a door opening suddenly, and talking all around the room. He whipped his head up, and what he saw was one of the most unexpected but delightful sights he’d ever encountered.

James was walking to his table as usual, except for the small detail that caused every student to whisper along themselves and a few wolf whistles to fly through the room.

James was wearing a crop top. A fucking crop top.

Along with his usual uniform trousers, he was wearing an old Quidditch jersey that was cut up to his belly button. And Salazar on a cross did he look good in it.

Regulus looked around for any form of clue as to why his boyfriend was parading in a crop top, and all he found was Pandora's eyes, looking at him from the Ravenclaw table with a knowing grin on her face.

They told him.

Regulus could feel his cheeks heating up as he saw James casually sit down at the Gryffindor table as if everything was normal, and couldn't help but stare at his boyfriend more than usual, that is.

“What’s up Regulus? Not feeling so well? Your cheeks are a bit too red, you must be sick.”

Regulus turned his head to see Barty with a face-splitting grin on his face, then turned the other way to see Dorcas and Evan looked the same

they were all in this. Dumbasses.

Regulus felt a smile climb up on his face.

They did this for me. So I wouldn't feel bad.

“But hey, At least I can see the appeal now. I get it, Potter’s smoking hot. Would you mind sharing, actually?”

And fuck no. That was not possible, in any sort of way.

Regulus only now realised all of the whistles going around the room, and he got up without a thought.

He shrugged off Barty’s calls and practically ran up to the Gryffindor table.

As he arrived close to James’ spot, his boyfriend looked up with a smile. “Hi, Reg! You-” James was interrupted as Regulus grabbed him by the collar, forced him up on his feet and kissed him in front of the whole school, one hand on his collar and the other at the back of his head.

As they parted away, James now a blushing, stuttering mess, Regulus smiled.

“You’re an idiot.”

My idiot.

#this is so short #but it's sweet #I like it #marauders #jegulus #croptopjamesfest #marauders era #fanfic #james x regulus #i love genderqueer pandora

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reg-cann0t-swim · 1 month

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as soon as my ao3 comes back i am going to be o annoying about @croptopjames fest

babe you have NO idea. hbd jamiepooo you get to be a slut for your husband.

#croptopjamesfest #dead gay wizards #marauders fanfiction #marauders #starchaser #regulus black #james x regulus #james potter #and his slutty little waist #happy birthday james!

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starchaserwrites · 1 month

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

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

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

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

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

#happy birthday james #jegulus #regulus black #james potter #starchaser #sunseeker #james x regulus #microfics #croptopjamesfest #len writes

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