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teddynottss · 22 days

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• - FUCK ME IF IT MAKES YOU FEEL BETTER - •

PAIRING(S): theodore not x fem. reader

WARNING(S): smutt

SUMMARY: after winning his quidditch, you realize that your bf wasnt as happy as he usually is, and when you ask him about it, his jealousy is to be revealed

A/N: sorry this is a bit short im a bit unmotivated rn!

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You were at your bf’s quidditch game, watching as theodore leads his team to victory, him being captain. Throughout the game, your eyes never leave your bf, you loved watching him play, he looked so good.

Then, you notice your boyfriend clench his jaw as Cormac, flies around where you’re standing. He manages to push the Gryffindor boy hence making him fall to the floor. The game ends with slytherin winning and so the team decides to celebrate the night with champagne in the common room.

Later that night, you get to the common room, ready to meet him since you haven’t talked since the game. He was sat on the couch with a cigarette in his hand, an expression on his face you could read, he’s pissed.

Astoria who also just arrived meets her partner Mattheo and sits on his lap beside Blaise and Enzo. On another couch Regulus and Tom were sat next to the fireplace whispering something inaudible.

You get on your bf’s lap and greet him with a kiss on his cheek. He kisses your forehead sliding his hand down your hair to play with it. “You did so good today baby” you speak. He replies with a quick hmm, his jaw clenched. He was lost in thought, although, you weren’t sure what it is that he’s thinking about.

“Is something wrong teddy?” you hesitate. He looks at you, then says, “Cormac, he was looking at you and flying around you the whole time today, and i got jealous so i pushed him off and hurt him.. bad. And now i’m kicked out of the team for the rest of the season.”

A big wave of guilt hit you as you shuffled on his lap, “theo i am so sorry.. i promise i wasn’t looking anywhere near Cormac, i mean why would i? you were perfect baby, you looked so handsome playing and you were so good at it.”

Theo smiled at you, kissing your temple. “Dont blame yourself for this, i know you would never even glance at him i trust you, but i got so mad and.. yeah.” “what can i do to help you?” you question. “Let me fuck you real hard please” he says, gulping.

“uhh.. theo are you sure-“ “yes yes” he nodded. “okay then fuck me if it makes you feel better”. At your mark, theo removes you carefully off him and stands up before taking your hand in his and leading the both of you to his dorm.

“Please no loud sounds, im tryna sleep soon” Blaise joked. Once you got to his dorm, he began kissing you hungrily and desperately while removing your clothes. Remaining in your matching set of lingerie, he pushed you to the bed and got on top of you. Still kissing you, you helped him get out of his clothes, shirt, pants, then boxers.

He then began leaving trails of kisses down your stomach, his finger-trip trailing the curves of your body until it reached your panties. He slid your panties down, flipping you over so that you’re on top. He removed your bra and then used his hands to slowly lower you on top of him.

You moaned as he entered you, adjusting to his size before you began riding him. Your hands on his stomach, you ride him increasing your pace a bit every now and then. Your hair wrapped around his fingers, as whimpers leave his mouth. He grabs your neck, lowering you to him so he kisses you. He bites your lip making you feel your orgasm near.

Then, he flips you over, making the position deeper, and starts thrusting in an out of you. His pace quick, he kisses you, your tongues intertwining, he then moves to your neck and starts biting on your skin.

Thats sends you releasing your cum without a warning instead a scream which makes theo throw his head back “come inside me” you ask him to which he does. You both come down from your highs as he slumps next to you on the bed.

“If i get to fuck you like this i might as well never play on the team again” he joked. “oh shut up theo,” you slapped his arm. he chuckled picking you up bridal style “come lets get you cleaned up principessa”.

#harry potter #slytherin #slytherin boys #smut #theodore nott #theodore nott fanfiction #theodore nott x reader #theodore nott smut

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genderqueer-giraffe · 1 month

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@jegulus-microfic | may 1: animagus | word count: 333

This was the third time Regulus had found himself in the Forbidden Forest, staring into the eyes of a massive stag, and he was willing to bet it had been the same stag each time.

He hesitantly approached the animal, careful not to startle it as he reached a hand out toward its head. He began to gently stroke between its eyes as it leaned into his hand.

“Hey,” he said softly. He studied the stag’s face, its soft brown nose and big chocolate eyes that felt so familiar, but he wasn’t sure where he’d have seen them before, other than on the stag itself.

The stag cocked its head, and suddenly Regulus knew where he’d seen them before.

“It’s funny, my boyfriend makes that same face,” he mused, smiling lightly at the thought. “You have the same eyes as he does.”

And if he didn’t know any better, he’d have thought that the stag smiled at him.

Twenty minutes later, he found himself sitting against a tree on the floor of the clearing, the stag lying next to him, curled up against his legs.

Hours passed peacefully as he studied with the sleeping stag. Eventually, the sun began to set, and he stood up, unintentionally alarming the animal. Its head snapped up, ears at attention.

“Sorry, I have to go back now,” he said sadly, gesturing back toward the castle. It was almost unnerving how uncannily human the sadness in those chocolate eyes seemed.

He turned to go, but a familiar voice stopped him.

“Wait.”

He turned, and jumped a bit, because the stag had disappeared. In its place stood the one and only James Potter.

“I- what-” Regulus started, but was interrupted when James began to attempt to explain himself.

“I’m sorry, I was gonna change back but then you just looked so peaceful and I didn’t want to disturb you, I’m sorry, please forgive m-”

It was then that Regulus’ brain finally caught up to him. “You’re a fucking animagus?!”

#jegulus microfic #jegulus #james potter #regulus black #dead gay wizards #marauders #starchaser #sunseeker #microfic

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themarvelmarauder · 5 months

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Regulus: before you hear some dirty lies from someone else, yes I'm dating a gryffindor

Barty: Aw, i knew you'd get with James

Regulus: ha ha ha

Barty: does this mean we have to stop sleeping together?

Regulus: see another bed in here?

Barty: Oh yeah, you're totally my bitch forever

Regulus: so, about the whole gryffindor thing don't tell too many people

Barty: hey, you know me

Regulus: I mean don't tell my brother

Barty: *starts texting Sirius* you know me

Regulus: who are you texting? *phone starts ringing*

Sirius, on the phone: A GRYFFINDOR?! MY BEST FRIEND?! SCANDAL!

Regulus: that's not true. Who told you?

Sirius: Barty duh!

Regulus: that gossipy bitch

Barty: you know me

Regulus: BARTY!

#marauders #marauders era #regulus black #james potter #barty crouch jr #platonic bartylus #sirius black #jegulus #starchaser #sunseeker #text from scott pilgrim vs the world

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ellecdc · 3 months

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Mother, i have another poly!moonwater request but its a little angsty and tbh its probs mostly Barty appreciation because i 100% believe he'd be the best support system.

So, it doesnt happen very often but Reggie and reader are fighting. Idk what about, maybe she put herself in unnecessary danger or hid a wound?? But Remus has to take Reggies side or maybe he refuses to get involved.

Anyway, as a result she runs to Barty (i imagine she's his James and hes her Sirius) because he's her safe space and is surprisingly soft and comforting. If its readers fault he would be gently upset with her but calmly talk it out with her however he's still on her side and would hide her away for a couple days and let the boys panic for a minute because thats his person aaaaaand he is a little insane.

Hope that all made sense, and then a happy ending or i will cry.

Love youuuuuuu 🫶

'happy ending or I will cry' say less, babes 🫡 Barty to the rescue

poly!moonwater x fem!reader who's best friends with Barty

CW: mentions of fainting, angst, hurt/comfort, mention of blowjobs, Barty wishing people dead (what's new?)

Remus, throughout his life, has not been a stranger to conflict. His father spent Remus’ earliest years in constant battle at the Ministry fighting against werewolf rights. That conflict turned into Remus’ own lifelong curse of lycanthropy as a form of revenge. Remus’ muggle mother and wizard father spent many years in conflict over how to best love and support their werewolf son. Remus and his father experienced a lot of conflict when Dumbledore invited Remus to attend Hogwarts despite his lycanthropy. Remus experienced a lot of conflict with pureblood supremacists at school. Remus experienced conflict with his own friends, namely Sirius, after an unfortunate ‘prank’ that nearly cost both Remus and another student their lives.

But one aspect of Remus’ life that had yet to be a source of conflict had been his relationship with you and Regulus.

It seems almost unfathomable that the three of you managed to intertwine your lives without so much as a clash, but it was true. Regulus brought a confident and assured energy to the relationship, you brought an empathetic and quiet energy, and Remus supposed he was perhaps the most easygoing of the three of you, and that was good for the group.

It is because of this lack of conflict that Remus was very confused to walk into the private study room that the three of you had reserved to find you and Regulus in the middle of a very heated spat.

“And since when don’t you tell me these kinds of things?” Regulus barked angrily at you. Remus actually had to shake his head as if he were hallucinating; he could have easily mistaken Regulus for his brother who was far more hot headed.

“I didn’t know I had to keep you posted on every little thing that happens, Regulus; I was busy.” You spat back.

“Whoa, okay. What have I missed?” Remus asked cautiously, placing his book bag down slowly on the table as if the situation in front of him were a live wire.

“Your girlfriend” Regulus spat as if girlfriend was a dirty word, “fainted today. And I had to hear about it from Pandora!”

Remus ignored most of the things that came out of Regulus’ mouth at the sound of ‘fainted’.

“Dovey! What happened?” He asked, looking to you in horror.

“What happened is she’s been overworking, under-sleeping, under-eating, and she needs to learn to say no to people!”

You scoffed at that. “You mean learn to say no to McLaggen. Just say it Regulus, this about me tutoring the sod in Herbology.”

“This isn’t about some bloke, Y/N!”

“You fainted?” Remus interjected, looking you over as if he may see signs of a fall. He did suppose you looked slightly peaky, but you were clearly worked up over whatever was going on with Regulus.

“Only a little.” You mumbled; voice still taut with impatience though you lowered the derision in your voice when you spoke to him.

“Right. And tell me, how does one only faint a little?” Regulus sneered.

You met him head on, grunting “Knock it off, Regulus. I mean it.”

Remus noticed a slight quiver in your lip, but you stood your ground. He couldn’t say he completely disagreed with Regulus, but he didn’t think shouting at you like this was particularly helpful.

“Dove, we’re only worried about you. It makes us nervous if you’re not taking care of yourself and we don’t know about it, if we at least knew-” He tried, but you scoffed again, but this time at Remus.

“Of course you’d side with him. I don’t need the two of you looking after me!”

“Well apparently you do.” Regulus barked. You didn’t bother dignifying that with an answer.

“Can we just talk about this later, please?” You asked quietly, eyes turning towards the table.

“No, we’re talking about this now. Because Salazar only knows what I’ll be hearing from Pandora next!”

“Maybe I didn’t say anything because this is exactly how I knew you would act.” You glowered at him.

“Are you even supposed to be out of the infirmary yet? What were Madame Pomfrey’s instructions?” Regulus demanded.

“I’m not doing this right now. You’re acting-”

“What were the matron’s instructions?” He asked again, voice threateningly low.

“Stop it, Regulus, I'm ser-”

“When I ask a question, you answer me.” Regulus ordered; voice booming and full of authority.

You paused in packing up your bag to look at Regulus, holding his gaze as if daring him to utter another word. The atmosphere went from the heat of battle to ice cold in a matter of seconds.

Remus took one last look at Regulus, knowing this would be it; this was how they would lose Regulus. He’d have to tell Sirius that his brother was dead, and it was just better if they all moved on. Cause of death? Oh, Y/N burnt him to ashes with nothing but a glare.

You dropped your bag back onto the table and took a step towards Regulus, dropping into a verydramatic curtsey, making sure Regulus watched.

“Yes, Master Regulus.” You sneered with contempt before returning to your full height, eyes still never leaving Regulus’. “I seem to have forgotten myself. I live to serve the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black.”

And with that, you snatched your book bag and left the study room, slamming the door behind you.

Remus was admittedly very surprised everyone survived this ordeal, though he took a moment to examine Regulus’ form.

“Well...” Remus started. “You’re not bleeding.”

Regulus let out a breath he’d been holding and sunk into his chair. “I don’t...I don’t understand. Was I wrong?”

Remus felt like this may have been a trick question. “Well, I don’t think you were right.”

Regulus looked over miserably at that, eyes begging Remus for comfort. Remus unfortunately couldn’t give it.

“I’m sorry, love. You went too far.”

“I should go after her.” Regulus sighed, looking like he was thinking of getting up.

“Do you value your life?”

“Remus...”

“You need to let her cool off, Reg.”

“But-”

“I mean it, Regulus.” Remus said sternly, raising his eyebrows at the shorter boy. “You were too angry to see it but she was very upset – probably even more so if she’s already not feeling well.”

Regulus crossed his arms not unlike a petulant child being told they weren’t allowed to have a cookie before supper.

“Fine, but soon it won’t just be Y/N I have to convince to forgive me.”

Remus, completely unsympathetic to his boyfriend’s grumblings, smirked as he took out his homework.

“Well, perhaps that’s what you get for acting like your father.”

Regulus let out a very inelegant groan and let his head fall onto the table with a thunk.

Everyone had their person, for better or for worse. Sirius had James, Regulus had Pandora, Remus had Lily, and you...well, you had Barty.

And perhaps whatever Barty lacked in terms of critical thinking skills and sanity, he made up for in terms of loyalty and enthusiasm.

You knocked on the door to Barty’s dorm from the hallway when you heard a muffled “occupado!” through the wood.

“Barty? It's me.” You called quietly, hearing the sound of a locking charm being lifted from the door immediately.

You pushed open the door to see Barty laying back against his pillow with a cigarette in his hand and Evan Rosier laying on top of him with a book as he read.

“Hiya, treasure. Where’d ya leave Reggie?” Barty asked, blowing smoke away from Evan’s book.

“We got into a fight.” You admitted quietly.

Suddenly, Barty’s cigarette was flicked towards the fireplace and Evan was, very roughly and unceremoniously, dumped from his lap.

“Ah! Fuckin’ hells Junior, what was that for?” Evan muttered as he rubbed the back of his head, standing from his newfound place on the floor.

“Out! I need time with my beloved!” Barty squawked, sitting up further against the headboard and opening his arms for you as an invitation.

“Wha- what do you mean? I’m your sodding boyfriend!” Evan beseeched. Barty spared the boy a glance at that.

“Exactly, you’re only my boyfriend, Y/N is my soulmate. Now out with you.” He dismissed, returning his eyes to you.

You (somewhat meekly as you passed Evan) made your way over and crawled into Barty’s lap as Evan let himself out of the dorm room (his own dorm room, mind you).

“Alright, my sweet treasure, spill. What are his crimes?” He murmured into the top of your head.

“He yelled at me.” You said meekly, voice turning up at the end as you felt tears well in your eyes.

“Dementor’s kiss.” He proclaimed without hesitation. “Egregious, absolutely horrific crime.”

“Barty...” You moaned.

“What? I’m not kidding, I want him dead. Yelling at my sweet girl like that. For shame.”

You let out a sigh as the first few tears fell onto Barty’s shirt. You knew he was seriously hurt on your behalf for not saying anything about ruining his silk button up.

“What reason could he possibly have had to yell at you?” He murmured again into your hair, rocking you back and forth.

“I fainted... in class today.” You admitted with a grimace.

As you expected, Barty paused in his movements and lifted you up off of his body to examine you.

“Fainted!?” He hollered. “How, treasure?”

You groaned and leaned forward, wanting to hide your face in Barty’s chest again. Thankfully, he allowed you to do so.

“I don’t know...Madame Pomfrey said it could be a few things. Not enough sleep, not eating enough, stress.”

“And he yelled at you for that?”

“Well...sort of.”

Barty hummed in acknowledgement but allowed you to sit in silence as he rubbed circles onto your back.

“He was mad because he found out from Pandora.” You admitted.

“Hmm, sounds like Regulus felt stupid. Not an easy task, sweets, Salazar knows I’ve tried.” Barty determined.

“How do you mean?” you asked into his chest.

“He just always seems to know the answers when I-”

“Not that, Barty!”

“He didn’t know you had fainted, and it sounds like he perhaps didn’t even realize you were unwell. He would have thought that made him look like a fool, which it does.” He explained, lacing the words at the end of his sentence with disdain.

“Barty...” you chided.

“I mean, come on treasure; you have two boyfriends, and one of them is a Slytherin! You’re telling me neither of them noticed their most perfect, sweetest angel was struggling? Foolish. You can’t blame Lupin, though, he is a Gryffindor after all; hanging with the likes of those oafs ought to cost him a couple brain cells each day. Hey, listen... you say the word and you and Lupin are more than welcome to shack up with me and Evan.”

“Barty!”

“I’m just saying!” He yielded, holding his hands up in surrender. His faux-serious façade fell away when he noticed the corner of your lips quirk into a smile.

“I’m sorry he yelled at you.” He offered.

You half sighed half groaned as you fell back into Barty’s chest.

“I guess he was just worried about me...” You relented.

“Yes. But don’t make it easy on him, okay? It’s fun to see the sod sweat every now and again.”

“Regulus...I don’t know if this is a good idea. I really think we should let her come to us.” Remus muttered quietly from behind Regulus, but he wasn’t having any of it.

This had gone on too long, in Regulus’ opinion. You were hiding in Barty’s dorm room whilst Regulus stayed in Remus’, and while he loved Remus, he hated Gryffindor, and he missed you.

“Enough is enough, Remus. I want her back.” Regulus declared as he stepped up to his door and banged on the back of it none too gently.

“Junior!” He barked through the door. “I want my girlfriend back!”

“No one’s home!” Barty called through the door.

Regulus rolled his eyes so far back into his head even he was sure they were going to get stuck there.

He put his hand on the door handle and was hit immediately with a localized stinging jinx, causing him to rip his hand back off of it and hold it to his chest protectively.

“Ow! Fuck Junior, what did you do!?” He called through the door.

“Leave a message!”

“Oh, I’ll leave you a message alright.” Regulus spat.

“Dovey?” Remus tried calling gently through the door. “Can we come in? Please?”

It was quiet for a moment before Barty answered for you. “No.”

Remus shared an eyeroll of his own before cautiously touching the doorknob – apparently it had only been cursed against Regulus.

“Okay, I’m opening the door.” Remus warned.

“I wouldn’t do that! I’m shagging your girl in here.” Barty called.

Regulus watched Remus’ face and knew two things to be true: that Remus was 97% sure that wasn’t true, and that Moony was very worried about that 3%. Ultimately, it appeared that Moony had won, causing Remus to barrel into the room rather ungraciously.

Barty was sat in a chair with his feet kicked up on a desk and a book in his hand, which he lowered to examine the two intruders casually.

“That was very rude, you know. What would you have done if the lady had been indecent.” Barty scolded, using his book to point at your curled up form on Regulus’ bed, pointedly facing away from Remus and Regulus.

Regulus felt his heart crack painfully at the sight, sharing a look with Remus who gave him an encouraging nod.

“Amour?” Regulus called gently, moving around the side of the bed in an attempt to see you. His heart cracked again when you hid your face in your arm.

“Please, my love. I’m...I’m so sorry.” He pleaded, kneeling down in front of you and cautiously stroking your arm. “I should never have spoken to you like that, I...I was wrong. And rude. And out of line. I’m sorry. Please? Please look at me, mon amour, laisse-moi arranger ça?”

You turned your head up at that, and the final splinter that carved Regulus’ heart into two was the tear stains on your cheeks.

“Oh, mon amour, je suis vraiment désolé. Je suis le pire, je suis vraiment désolé.”

“Your fancy sweet talk won’t do you any good here, Black!” Barty hollered from his place across the room. “I’ve already told her that she and Lupin are more than welcome down here with me.” He added with a lascivious wink in Remus’ direction.

Regulus could see Remus’ cheeks pink at the compliment, but he also gulped at the threat.

“Say it ain’t so, mon amour.” He said to you, caressing your arm with one hand and delicately taking yours in his other, bringing it to his lips for a delicate kiss. “Is it finally happening, are you going to leave me for another? Surely you can do better than Junior, non?”

Regulus’ heart sped up almost double time as you offered him a watery smile. “No.”

“No? You can’t do better than Junior?” He teased.

You rolled your eyes as you sniffled and tried to wipe some of your tears away. “No, I’m not leaving you, you sod.”

“Oh, thank gods.” Regulus sighed dramatically, letting his head fall into the bed in front of him. He heard you chuckle above him, and you moved your hand into his hair, gently massaging his scalp.

“Oi! How come he gets head scratches for being a wanker and I get jilted?” Remus pouted from the middle of the room.

“Oh, come here lover boy.” Barty cooed at him, opening his arms and spreading his legs to make room from the lycanthrope.

Remus let out an awkward ‘erm’ from the middle of the room before you chuckled and invited Remus to join you for his own head scratches.

He opted to curl up behind you as the big spoon and wrap his arms protectively around your middle, adding his hand to Regulus’ shoulder as he still knelt on the floor at the head of the bed. Perhaps not the best angle for head scratches, but he was clearly very happy with his current predicament.

“Right then; have either of you tossers seen Rosier?” Barty asked as he stood from his chair.

“Common room.” Remus and Regulus answered in unison.

“Thanks.” He said as he made his way to the door. “Stay out of the bathroom for a while, yeah? I owe that sod so many blowjobs after all of this.”

#ask elle #marauders era #marauders au #marauders fanfiction #reader insert #self insert #remus lupin #remus lupin x reader #remus lupin x you #regulus black #regulus black x reader #regulus black x you #remus lupin x regulus black #moonwater #poly!moonwater #poly!moonwater x reader #poly!moonwater x you #ellecdc fics

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nixnight1 · 6 months

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I just saw this video and I had to recreate it:

Jegulus texting:

Regulus: Why did you leave me a 20 dollars bill with a note saying "Bye ♡"

James: For the bus. Wtf are you still doing at my place Reg?

Regulus: I just woke up

James: Why the hell did you sleep for so long? Lily is off work, she's probably going home

Regulus: Shit shit shit she's here

James: Hide somewhere!!

Regulus: I'm under the bed. You do something!! Take her out, she's wandering around the place.

Regulus: The note and the bill are on the table

Regulus: James?

Regulus: Potter?

Regulus: ANSWERE ME

James: sorry I was on a meeting

Regulus: FOR A DAMN HOUR

Regulus: when is Evans leaving?

James: Tomorrow?

Regulus: I CANT STAY HERE TILL TOMORROW

James: Just sleep, I'll try to make her pick me up

Regulus: Someone rang the bell

James: whom?

Regulus: a girl, I think she is your neighbour

James: Does she have dark hair?

Regulus: I don't know James, I'm under the bed

Regulus: Holy shit they're on the bed

James: Doing what?!

Regulus: You don't really want to know...

James: Hold on! I'll be there in two minutes

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Regulus: That's you opening the door?

James: There's no one here, did you lie to make me come home sooner to help you?

Regulus: She's hiding under the bed with me

#regulus black #regulus deserved better #jegulus #starchaser #james potter #james x regulus #lily and james #lily evans #marylily #mary mcdonald #incorrect slytherin skittles quotes #incorrect marauders quotes #marauders era #the marauders #james potter loves regulus black #lilys a lesbian but they dont know it yet

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veryinnovative · 1 month

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random microfic based on this royalty au with arab jegulus <3. word count: 1.320 NSFW

“James,” Euphemia begins, the corner of her mouth lifted in poorly veiled amusement as she approaches her son, the filigree-laced end of her dress trailing behind. “Why do you have Salazar’s prince slung over your shoulder?” There’s an again hidden somewhere in her wording.

“Ah.” James perks up like it’s a common occurrence, which it has become considering hauling Regulus around is now part of his daily routine. “I’m acting somewhat of a personal convoy this fine morning.”

“I see.” Euphemia nods. “Arranging a transfer to your personal chambers that is?”

There’s a muffled yet embarrassed groan where Regulus buries his face deeper into James’ lower back. James just grins, “Indeed.”

“Do not forget about the assembly. The King,” she emphasizes for good measure, more mother than Queen, “does not like to be kept waiting.”

“I wouldn’t dare,” James assures his mother as he strides past her to continue his journey, winking at the servants in passing who quietly giggle at their predicament.

True to character, Regulus isn’t forgiving in his string of obscenities, calling James every name and insult available in their shared vocabulary. Spewing vitriol and, “I’ll have you beheaded, hmar!” as well as being so lovely to call him, “—a stupid oaf who couldn’t boil oats if the wellbeing of the kingdom depended on it—”

But James isn’t in the least deterred when it comes to Regulus’ startled rattle of affronts, not when he’s long come to know how sweet and pliant he can truly get, melts like butter underneath James’ softened touch. He has him like that nearly every night, with stimulated shudders and sated sighs and tender sentiments shared between them, Regulus’ mouth hot against his jaw as the noise becomes a fading concern.

Of course, it requires work and patience to work through the reinforced steel that is Regulus’ obstinacy, but James succeeds every time.

“You fiend,” Regulus hisses as he’s deposited on James’ bed, caught between the sprawl of bedsheets and bracketing thighs. “Insatiable. Gluttonous. Your behavior is properly indecorous, unfitting of a crown prince. You prance around the castle like a—”

“Harlot?” James muses, working the ribbons of Regulus’ tunic. “Whore?” He pulls it off in one smooth flourish before bending down, draping himself over Regulus’ body and relishing in the red that blooms across the apples of his cheeks. “Slut?”

Regulus sucks on his teeth, wholly unimpressed, and makes a move to crawl away. However, turning onto his stomach proves to be a fatal mistake, especially when James presses down onto him with his whole weight. A faint, garbled sound escapes Regulus as he finds himself face-planted right into the bed again.

“Do you smell it?” James quietly asks. “The sheets.”

The scowl in Regulus’ voice is audible as he speaks, “What about them?”

“They still smell like us,” James whispers into the nape of his neck, biting back a grin when it rewards him with a full-body shudder coiling down Regulus’ spine. “I refused to have them changed.”

“What—” the word breaks down into a soundless gasp. Regulus’ hand tightly curls around the blanket when James’ tongue is replaced by his teeth.

“You left before sunrise.” How loathsome to wake without a warm body pressed against his, the absence nothing more than a pressing sore.

“I—“ Regulus stammers, still struggling for words as James continues sucking a long line of blooming patches down his spine, adding to the fresh bruises he left before dawn. “The kitchens…”

“You left quietly.”

Regulus starts squirming underneath him when James starts nosing along the edge of his undergarments. “I did not see a point in rousing you from your sleep.”

It earns him a bite on his hip, causing Regulus to breathe in sharply. James recognizes a stifled moan when he hears one. “I do not like seeing you gone from my bed without notice. You know this.”

“Your sense of entitlement astounds me,” comes the failing retort if the pink flush on Regulus’ shoulders is any indication.

“It cannot be worse than yours,” James muses as his hands palm Regulus’ ass, thumbs teasing the crease through the flimsy cotton. “You certainly don’t complain when I see to each and every one of your demands.”

Regulus grumbles something, ever the feisty one, and James can’t help but bite into his rear before climbing up again to plant his chest right against Regulus’ rapidly warming back.

He wriggles in place, which inadvertently causes his ass to push back against James’ groin. His hand slips down, traveling across Regulus’ bare stomach, and comes to rest between his thighs where he can feel his budding arousal.

“You like this,” James whispers against the shell of his ear, smiling when Regulus reaches back, fingers coming to tangle in his unruly curls. “You want this.”

“James…”

He gently tugs onto him. “Yes, rouhi?”

Regulus gasps, hips vainly thrusting into the loose grip of James’ fist. It’s difficult in their position, especially with the weight bearing down on him.

“James—” comes the half-plea again, thick like honey and James knows he tastes just as syrupy sweet.

“Mhm,” he hums, showering Regulus in idle kisses and touches until he’s properly restless. “You call a crown prince by their name? What happened to royal etiquette?”

The hold in his hair tightens in a clear warning he shouldn’t dare push his luck anymore and being the ever-attentive lover, James gives in by tightening his grip.

Regulus moans into the sheets, hips bucking as James allows him to fuck into the tight tunnel of his fist in a slow rhythm. His hand is wet from the leaking head, aiding with the friction and filling the room with the wet, slick sounds of Regulus’ cock slipping back and forth between his fingers.

“That’s it.” James angles his head just so, mouth charting a hot path across Regulus’ skin until he finds his parted lips. Nails rake down his scalp to his neck, bringing with them a delicious sting when James guides Regulus’ hips down with his own, rutting against him.

A bell chimes somewhere in the distant hallway with seeming urgency, signaling the dwindling time they have until James’ presence is expected at court. Regulus whimpers a small, desperate sound, hips drawing back with the fleeting intention of pushing James off since he’s always been so headstrong about royal duties even when it comes at the expense of himself. James, however, incorrigible and blinded by nothing but pure want, seizes the moment to flip Regulus around, wasting not even a second before he’s cradling the space between his legs and holding his cock in his hand again.

His dad can wait. King be damned.

Regulus’ fingers dig into his arms with a bruising grip, lips still parted as his moans and gasps spill into the limited space between them. James drinks them in, leans in impossibly closer, and alternates between watching his pinched expression and the way his dark cockhead keeps pushing through his fist. Regulus’ head tips back, the long, pale column of his throat exposed, inviting him in. James mouths against the fevered thrum of his pulse.

“I’m going to miss you, rouhi, you will encompass every single one of my thoughts until I return.” It’s barely worth mentioning the meetings will barely take up most of his day, but the thought of leaving Regulus until evening empty pains him terribly. He’s always been one with a penchant for dramatics.

Regulus moans, speech suspended in favor of his staggered breathing, and claws into the flesh of James’ muscled arms with renewed desperation.

The bell chimes again, twice this time, and James knows that by the third someone will have half the mind to come barging on behalf of the King’s orders.

So, he lets go, almost guilty when Regulus whines at the loss, and slides down the sheets to swallow him down to the root until he’s got him convulsing.

ok i lost muse towards the end im so sorry xoxox regulus cums down james' throat and fleamont has 2 pretend to scold james in front of his small council but secretly he's proud of his son for taking care of his lover first

#ino microfic tag!#jegulus #james potter #regulus black #jegulus fanfiction #marauders #marauders au #james calling regulus rouhi will do it for me always

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magswrite · 2 months

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prompt: heart (april 9th). 268 words. @jegulus-microfic

It’s the middle of the night, when James first says it.

Regulus is half-asleep, his chest rising and falling with a steady rhythm, the borders of sleep just barely gracing his mind. He can feel the weight of James’ body next to his own, curled around him, all warm.

James, it seems, has woken in the night. Regulus can tell both by his breathing—more irregular—and the hand that seems to be tracing its way up Regulus’ side. It’s a light brush, and it sends shivers up his body, though Regulus does his best not to react. He’s a bit curious to see what James is up to.

Eventually, the hand reaches his neck (James presses upon a bite he’d left, the night before), and comes to tuck a stray curl of Regulus’ back behind his ear.

“Fucking gorgeous,” James says, in a slight whisper. His fingertip traces over the helix of Regulus’ ear, and then falls away.

It’s quickly replaced by the press of his lips, light and chaste, in the very same place. The kiss is quick, over as soon as it’s begun, and then soon enough James is settling back down, pulling his arms back around Regulus’ frame.

And then he hums into Regulus’ shoulder. “I love you.”

He says it easily, and as he does, his thumb runs in circles over Regulus’ chest, again and again and again, soothing the beating heart there. James does it until his breathing sinks back into the rhythm of sleep, and then the thumb falls lazily away.

“I love you too, James,” Regulus whispers, into the silence.

#short today bc i have way too much going on <3 #jegulus #regulus black #james potter #sunseeker #starchaser #james x regulus #regulus x james #microfic #jegulus microfic

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c0mbatchameleon · 3 months

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Snippet / microfic / something idk

Aka where Regulus wakes up half drunk on the floor of his brother’s apartment and forgets that the spare bedroom is no longer a spare bedroom

The moonlight has carved out a hollowness into the room when Regulus opens his eyes. There’s music playing, still, for an audience of empty cups and a few toppled chairs and the snoring bodies of his friends on the couch.

Barty is splayed out over Evan, face buried into his neck like he doesn’t need air, but rather, he lives and breathes the boy beneath him. Evan’s hand has planted roots in his skull, twisted into matted hair. Flecks of glitter sprinkle every inch of the boys, a sparkle here and there in their hair, embedded in their skin, their eyelashes and parted lips. They’re a grimy sort of angelic in their blacked-out state, sleep blanketing them in an innocence you’d never find otherwise.

It’s not the first time he’s waken here, stiff back and sour taste in his mouth. He stumbles to the kitchen sink and sticks his head in, letting the water run rivers down his face and neck as he drinks it in gulps. It’s about a full minute of that, and then running his hands over his face for good measure, before he continues his trek to the bathroom, scouring the cabinet for mouthwash and taking a swig straight from the bottle and then swishing it and spitting into the sink, hands gripping the porcelain to hold up his own weight. It’s a wonder he’s been able to stand for this long with exhaustion dragging him down like an anchor tied to his limbs.

He trails behind himself into the hall and then his usual room, hands held out in front of him in the absence of sight. It takes a minute to find the bed. Once he does, he’s unceremoniously tugging back the covers and collapsing onto the mattress, sleep already overtaking him.

He sighs, half in relief and half in pain, pulling up the covers and-

“Well this is new.”

“JESUS FUCKING CHRIST.”

Regulus’s skull collides with the headboard before he can form a cohesive thought.

Sleep has made a hasty retreat, driven out by adrenaline and pure fear. The man in his bed—James, to be specific—instinctively shoots a hand out, clasping onto his arm.

“Shit, are you okay?”

“What the fuck are you doing here!?” Regulus whisper-yells, propped halfway up on his arm with the other hand clutching his head.

“What am I doing in my bed?”

Regulus blinks. Fuck. He forgot this bed actually belonged to someone. Not just someone. Of course, never just someone.

“I… forgot you lived here.”

His eyes have adjusted to the darkness, now. He watches James stare at him, dumbfounded, for a few beats. And then he bursts into a fit of laughter.

Of course the fucker is laughing. It blooms on his face like Spring itself; even here, dimly lit and squinting, it’s blinding. Rays of sunlight cutting through his teeth as he gasps for breath inbetween. Flower and leaf and fruit sprouting from his throat, and Regulus is just too tipsy to avoid the vines coiling around him, his arms and legs and chest, taking root in his own throat, planting seeds in his lungs.

He’s too tired to fight the branches stretching out like hands and pulling at the corners of his own lips, coercing a smaller laugh. He doesn’t even think it’s that funny, maybe James is just delirious. Maybe he’s still a little drunk, too.

“You forgot I lived here. In my room. In my apartment.” James relays, his hysterics reigned in to a splitting grin. Blinding, blinding, still blinding. He’s on his side, head resting in his hand—the other hand is still on Regulus, a light touch burning holes through his clothes, the skin on his shoulder, the muscle and bone marrow, planting more seeds, sprouting more life. He’s staring up at Regulus with sparkling eyes. Who gave him this much joy? Who gave him the idea to direct any of it his way?

Even here, in the middle of the night, waking him up just to shed glitter on his clean sheets and yell at him for existing in his own home.

Regulus doesn’t deserve it. But he can’t find it in himself to deny it right now.

“I may have, uh, passed out in here drunk a few times when you weren’t here last year.”

“A few times?” James asked, eyebrows raised, hand still there.

“Ok. Maybe a lot. Forgot it wasn’t actually mine,” Regulus admits, trying not to shortcircuit from the contact. Trying to relocate the mask of indifference he misplaced after the 3rd or 4th shot. He can just barely feel he’s still smiling, stupidly. He can’t find the right muscles to make it go away.

The analog clock on the dresser across the room reads 3:27 AM in a blue glow. Regulus knows the sensible thing to do now is get up, but the soft arms of sleep are extending from somewhere below, furling around his body and pulling down. The mattress, James’s mattress, might be the softest thing he’s ever laid rest on and it’s enveloping him like quicksand. He lets his head drop forward like dead weight as he musters the strength to move.

“Well don’t let me stop you, then,” James says, amusement and something strangely resembling adoration painted on his face. “I can sleep on the couch, if you want.”

It’s all way too casual for the absolutely absurd offer.

Regulus stares at him in disbelief. “You’re just gonna let me kick you out of your own bed.”

James shrugs, “You look comfy.”

There’s the distant hum of a car engine passing outside, an intermittent clicking sound from the run down heater in the room. The window shade is somewhat transparent, which defeats the whole fucking purpose of the thing, much to Regulus’s annoyance—he’s awoken, against his will to many a sunrise in this room—and a nearby streetlight gently pollutes the darkness, illuminating James from behind in a halo of muted yellow light.

“That’s fucking ridiculous,” Regulus replies, still not moving. James laughs softly. A few daisies sprout in the garden growing between them. “Barty and Evan are on the couch, anyway.”

“I’ll take the floor then.”

“You’re not sleeping on the fucking floor for me.”

“Well I’m more than happy to share, then.”

“You’re not- what?” His bemusement distracts him momentarily from the growing effort of keeping his eyes open. James squeezes his shoulder lightly, the bastard, drawing a small breath from him that he hopes to god goes unheard, before finally drawing back his hand.

“I sleep on the floor or we both sleep here. Your choice.”

“And if I sleep on the floor?”

“I’ll still sleep on the floor out of spite. I don’t think you could get up if you tried, right now, anyway.”

“Oh, fuck you,” Regulus groans. He fully collapses in defeat onto the pillow as he says it, which might take some of the edge out of the remark.

“I really don’t mind the floor, love. Good for the back and all. I’ve got tons of extra pillows and blankets, anyway,” James says, gesturing to the floor next to his bed.

“Just sleep in the god damn bed,” Regulus sighs. He shuffles so he’s on his back, one arm bent over his head rather dramatically, and closes his eyes. He’s fully relented in his battle with his own exhaustion now, and it’s closing in fast.

James doesn’t move for a moment. Regulus can feel his gaze like a beam of sunlight through a magnifying glass. He doesn’t need to open his eyes to smell his own clothes begin to smoke in the wake of it. “Are you sure?” he finally asks, playful tone receding. “I just- I should warn you I’m a bit of an.. active sleeper. And I know you don’t always like people touching you-“

“It’s alright when it’s you.”

It comes out nearly a whisper now as he sinks. He’ll blame it on alcohol or delirium, tomorrow, if he’s not outright denying having said it. He doesn’t actually know why he said it out loud. Regulus usually keeps the truth to himself, as a general rule.

The last thing he hears before falling asleep is James’s small intake of breath, followed by a faint “Oh. Yeah?” and then reality rescinds entirely.

#this is my first time writing fanfiction since I was 13 #it’s also a random scene from a bigger story that’s been in my head the past couple months #but yeah #idk what I’m doing #jegulus microfic #jegulus fic #jegulus #james x regulus #regulus black #james potter #starchaser #sunseeker #unnamed physics fic #writing stuff and things

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ktittycat · 2 months

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regulus black x female reader | sleeping beauty

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* somnophilia, perv!reggie, masturbating, basically non-con, innocence kink, cuz reggie’s like a brother to you :( he calls u good girl, p in v, unsafe sex …. if there’s more tags tell me

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you were a deep sleeper. it would take more than 5 alarms to wake you up— and if someone were to slap you across the face… you might wake up, but would immediately go back to sleep. it’s 12 AM when your best friend, someone who you view as a brother, enters your dorm room. it’s just you in there, since all your dorm mates had gone out that night.

you don’t even notice, deep asleep and snoring quietly. he smiles lazily at your hello kitty shirt., and fuck, you aren’t even wearing shorts. you’re wearing these cute hello kitty underwear to match. his pants tighten at the sight.

he knows it’s wrong. you’re sleeping and completely unaware of what he’s about to do to you. and regulus knows you view him as a brother. but with your cute frame and those doe eyes— he’s bound to fall in love. he moves a piece of hair out of your face.

“you’re just so fucking gorgeous,” he mumbles as he kisses your cheek, tugging up your shirt to reveal those perky boobs he’s been dying to see. “fuck.”

he fondles with them for a bit before pulling down his sweatpants, his hard cock popping out. it’s tip is throbbing with a bright red. he so desperately needs you. he holds your chin gently, positioning your face so he can see you. and he strokes. strokes to the sight of your boobs and your unconscious face.

“fuck,” he lets out a low groan. he squeezes his cock harder. you whimper in your sleep, and turn back around. he smirks and cups your breast, still jerking off to the sight of your body. he moans quietly until he reaches his high, shuddering as his cum spurts all over your chest. he chuckles quietly.

“such an innocent girl,” he whispers. he peppers small kisses down your body as he moves your panties to the side. “you’d be such a good girl for me.”

regulus grunts quietly when he sees your pussy. he’s immediately hard again. his tip teases the entrance of your cunt. he bites his lip. “you won’t mind if i stick it in just a little bit, hm?”

you’re still fast asleep. as he enters just the aching head of his cock inside of you, you unconsciously spread your legs wider. he lets out a small chuckle, rubbing your thighs. he grinds against you desperately, whimpering like a bitch in heat just from your virgin pussy.

oh my god, he thinks as he thrusts, pushing himself inside even more. i’m taking her virginity and she doesn’t even know.

“so fucking tight,” his breath hitches as he bottoms out, his large cock reaching deep inside you. “pretty little virgin.”

he pounds into you desperately, and you stay asleep during all of this. his moans become hoarse as his orgasm comes close. he knows he shouldn’t come inside you… but the way your pussy clenches around him and how warm your insides feel— he spills inside immediately. his head throws back as he comes, mouth wide open and he’s gotten completely reckless. he’s moaning loudly.

regulus pulls out. he takes out his phone and takes a picture of your disheveled state. it’s wrong, and he feels an immense amount of guilt, but oh, he’s gonna jerk off to that later. he spends the next few minutes using his fingers to scoop his cum out, and cleans your cum-covered boobs. just a few minutes later, and you’re back to normal. he kisses your lips softly before leaving your room.

he sees you in the morning, eating breakfast in the great hall. you smile and wave at him, regulus immediately walks over to you.

“hi reggie,” you smile as you eat your food. “how’d you sleep?”

“good…” he chuckles nervously. “and you?”

“i slept good but,” you frown. “i must’ve slept wrong because my legs are so sore.”

“oh. that’s weird. you want reggie to massage your legs for you?” he smiles, feigning innocence. you nod and make plans for him to come over to your dorm later so he can massage your thighs.

pt 2 pt 3

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