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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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tiredofthehumanlife · 7 days

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Not to be a bitch or anything but I feel like the marauders fandom is losing their flavor and sense of whimsy

Like maybe it's bc it was a new sparkling thing for me to enjoy but I feel like before I had stumbled into a room with everyone sitting in a circle with their monster high dolls out and like sharing clothes and they were like "hey have you seen these two guys in the Harry Potter movies? Yeah well they kiss now wanna play with us?" And then I went and sat down with them and it was all gravy and there were so many new characters to relate to and put in different scenarios and it was so fun bc like everyone was just like little bottom dwelling queers with raccoons as their role models like "actually so I think Sirius is genderfluid what do we think?" And the crowd went wild

and now its like all white characters with no flavor and people are like "guys James Potter is a swiftie" and "Taylor Swift wrote all the young dudes" and "Sirius black is manly and I hate the way you twinked him it's so unrealistic" and "Jily is the only acceptable ship bc jegulus nor regulily wouldn't have happened" and it's just like when the annoying kid in your class goes "no I'm tired of you guys they're my friend now" and then sits next to you and pretends to be asking you genuine questions all while glancing over at their friends and its like we spent all this time playing with our monster high dolls and diy-ing their outfits and made our doll houses out of shoeboxes and these guys come in here and start stomping on all our toys and bringing in their two story barbie house

Basically it used to feel like playing with monster high dolls with all my cool monster high doll friends and now I feel like everyone is playing with Barbies and I miss our MOTHER FREAKING CARDBOARD DOLL HOUSE

Anyways going to get back to writing rosekiller smut

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sommerregenjuniluft · 1 month

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Regulus halts.

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

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

“James, baby, what are you wearing?”

Oh, Regulus’ mouth is so, so dry.

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

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

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

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

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

“How long until Harry arrives?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

James moans in response, nodding his head frantically.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And so he does.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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regulus-books · 5 months

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wc: 577

warnings: slight smut, lace underwear, switch!reg, switch!james

Regulus knows what he's doing when he slips on the fully lace red underwear. He knows how much James likes him in red.

It compliments his pale skin, and shows everything. He knows how James will react. So, he slips on a shirt and walks out of their bedroom, he finds James in the living room, watching something on their muggle television. "Jamie, love?" Regulus says, walking around the backside of the sofa.

James' eyes don't leave the screen when he says, "yes?" Regulus smirks and moves to walk in front of the television, and finally James' eyes are on him. Scanning his body and stopping at the underwear. James' face heats up, turning a little pink in the cheeks, Regulus nearly laughs.

"Do you know where my black trousers are, darling?" He keeps his voice steady.

James makes a noise, one between a moan and him trying to form words.

"James?" Regulus' smirk grows wider.

"On the dresser." James ushers out, Regulus watches as his pants fill out.

"Perfect, baby, thank you." Regulus walks over to him and tilts his face up, kissing his lips gently and tugging at his lip with his teeth.

"Reg, wait." James grabs onto Regulus' milky thigh, stopping him from walking away. Regulus looks back at James, false innocence written all over his face.

"Yes?"

"Um..." James' eyes look downward, right at the bulge in his trousers.

"Aw, sweetheart," Regulus smiles and faces James again, "what's got you all hot and bothered?" James whines, hands on both of Regulus' thighs, pushing him forward to sit in his lap. Regulus puts both knees on each side of James, moving to sit on him.

"You know what." James almost growls, face in Regulus' neck, giving it small kisses.

"I'm not sure I do." Regulus teases, grabbing both of James' cheeks, forcing him to look up.

"These," James grips onto Regulus' ass, Regulus can feel his sweaty palms through the lace. "You look so pretty in red."

"I thought you would like them." Regulus kisses James softly, pushing his tongue in to taste his lover. James moans as Regulus sits up on his knees and drops back down, right on James' cock, never breaking their kiss.

"Fuck," James kisses down Regulus' jaw to his neck, "so fucking gorgeous." When James moves to cup his dick Regulus pulls away, standing back up, placing one last lingering kiss on James' lips.

"We have dinner reservations." Regulus says, pulling the lace back up on his hips.

"Cancel them, then."

"No, come on. You love this restaurant, I love this restaurant." Regulus places his hands on his waist.

"You know what I'd like to eat more?" Regulus laughs and kisses James again before walking back towards their bedroom. He slips on the nice trousers that he laid out for himself, before stalking back out into the living room.

"Absolutely not," James says, Regulus tilts his head. His semi cropped shirt and low waisted trousers show just a smidge of lace, just enough to drive James mad. "You look," James struggles to find the right word, "phenomenal. But I'll be horny all night long, baby. Please change."

"Non, I am fine. You are the one with the problem," Regulus kisses James' cheek and walks towards the door, slipping on his converse. "Are you driving or am I?"

"You." Regulus nods, taking the keys off of the hook, stepping outside into the fresh air. This will be a fun night.

#regulus books #marauders #jegulus #marauders era #jegulus smutshot #james potter #regulus black #james x regulus #regulus and james #regulus x james #james and regulus #regulus black smut #sub james potter #james potter imagine

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rxsilabeth--er · 1 month

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You really had with that fic (gorgeously written)..like what about detective!reg and partner reader who is also secretly the killer they are assigned for?

(Nsfw, degrading kink, trans!Regulus, murder, blood, knife kink, male!reader, alright!!! I love this, enjoy this drabble!! minors dni...pretty long, sorry about that..)

Detective! Regulus who is on the top of his field, his smart brains, cunning personality, charisma and more helps him get criminals out of him easily. He is quite surprised to be with you for a case over a murderer. You, a pretty little intern, following him behind like a little puppy, how cute!~

Detective! Regulus who is always happy to make you understand things you don't understand or accompany you to question witness and people if you find it hard..

Detective! Regulus who softly falls in love with you as you open up your shy and nervous shell to show your extreme intelligence, critical and logical way of thinking along with your amazing communication skills making you quickly rise in the place for being a good detective.

Detective! Regulus who starts to fall in love with you, not knowing your real identity. Who softly tries to keep you at arms length to make sure some other girl or guy doesn't steal you away, you're so close with him!

Detective! Regulus who gets so close to finding the person behind the murders, but slips at the last moment and you offered to help him release stress, you're a virgin but you're eager to help your seniors!

Detective! Regulus who rides you as roughly as he want, letting him release his anger, you're always so happy to help other people, especially your senior who is so stress from looking for the murderer and looses him at the last minute...

Detective! Regulus who of-course finds riding you will be the only way to relax, he'll feel better now, bouncing on top of you, his head thrown back, his pussy squelching around your dick and make obscenely loud noises through his office which makes it blatantly obvious to all his co-workers...

Detective! Regulus who now finds it a regular occurrence to get fucked by you after work whenever he needs you, you're so soft, holding his waist as you thrust in him, praising him and worshiping him as you cry out and whimpers from when his pussy clenches around you, sending waves of shock through your body...

Detective! Regulus who shoves his nimble fingers in your mouth to shut you up. His fingers will be in your mouth as you gag around them, tears down your cheeks sometimes, not that he cares, you look better with your mouth shut and if he can't use his fingers, his panties will work the same!

Detective! Regulus who one day goes to your house, just to surprise you, as he stands beside the long plains where you house is located, looking inside the window to find a scene he didn't think he would see...you with a bloody hammer in your hand as you cleaned up a pool of blood from the floor, before your eyes caught his...fuck, you caught him..

Detective! Regulus who tries to run away, but can't cause he didn't prepare well enough and is tied up in your house as you straddled his waist and before he knows it, he's choking on your dick as fuck his throat, laughs and moans and mocks leaving your mouth as you look down at him...

Detective! Regulus who finds a whole another side of you as your fuck him against a wall, filthy degrading words leaving your mouth which make him all the more wet on your dick, "Fuck slut...are you seriously my senior? What type of senior cries and whines and chokes on their intern's cock?.....Oh? dripping wet as well...tch, you're such a slut..." you said sighing as a hand wrapped around his throat tightens before you pull just as he was about to cum...

Detective! Regulus Whom you edge or overstimulate for hours on end, he's basically your sex toy now! your stupid, little, whorish pet who turns wet simply when you yell at him...a bit of a cheap slut, but he's a good boy, so who are you to say anything?

Detective! Regulus who gets more turned on when you hold a knife to his neck or a gun against his head or when you use the gun to rub against his clit..this is messed up! "Stop..what the fuck...this is messed up, Y/N!", "Then why is he getting more wet if it's so bad...just admit it Regulus, you like being a whore...my personal whore~♡"

Detective! Regulus who refuses to go to the police because he's fallen for you, that's completely wrong and goes against his morals! But you promised him to stop killing, so you will listen right? Well....maybe after a few more kills...

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theicarusconstellation · 7 months

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kinktober day seven

prompt: virgin // pairing: jegulus // word count: 1.3K // includes: cunnilingus, daddy kink, daddy!james, sub!regulus, trans regulus

“Hey, baby,” James murmurs, coming up from behind and wrapping his arms around Regulus’ waist. He presses his face into the other man’s curls with a deep inhale.

Regulus turns around and meets James’ waiting mouth with his own. He can taste pomegranate juice on his lips.

It’s been a long day for the both of them. Despite being new Hogwarts alumni, their collective fortunes make it so that they don’t need to work, but James insisted on enlisting into the Auror program anyway. He’s gone for hours at a time, sometimes at night, to complete his training, and every day, he comes back dead on his feet.

Regulus, on the other hand, does no work at all. Waiting for James is work enough. They might be a bit codependent, but he couldn’t care less, honestly. His world spins when James is with him, and it stops when he’s gone. That’s all that matters to him.

“How was training?” Regulus asks between kisses. James is always extra touchy after work, always cuddling and kissing like his life depends on it. Tonight though, he’s practically lifting Regulus up off his feet with his arms as his mouth travels up and down his neck.

“Good. Fine. Tiring,” James replies, the words rushed like he can’t get them out fast enough. Regulus pulls back for a moment, raising a brow.

“Are you alright?”

“Very,” James mumbles. Regulus sucks in a breath as the other man’s teeth capture the soft skin of his neck. “A little tense though. Missed you a lot.” He runs his hands up Regulus’ body until they’re cupping his face and kisses him fiercely.

There’s something different about the way James is touching him tonight. They’re usually very intense, sure, but they’ve never…he’s touching Regulus like this time, he wants something more.

They’ve talked about it. Sex. Talked about what they’d like and wouldn’t like. However, Regulus neglected to mention a very crucial detail that seemed pathetic to say in the presence of James Potter at the time, and he’s been too prideful to bring it up ever since. Now though, with James touching him more and more insistently, a question burning between his palms against Regulus’ hips, he knows he has to.

“Baby…” James whispers below his ear. Regulus shudders and leans into his chest. That same unspoken question wraps around them like a blanket.

Instead of answering verbally, Regulus loops his arms around James’ neck and hides his face in the man’s shoulder, hopping to allow James to press his hands to his thighs and hoist him up. James carries him through the flat to their bedroom despite his obvious exhaustion from Auror training. He sets him on his back on their bed and props himself up over him, barely letting him breathe before going in for another deep kiss.

“James,” Regulus half-gasps as James’ hands begin working Regulus’ shirt off. “I haven’t — I’ve never —“

James stops immediately and falls to his side so that he’s laying beside him, concern in his eyes.

“What? Reg, are you…you know I don’t care that you’re trans, right? You know that, right? I promise, Regulus, I don’t —“

“It’s not about that.” Regulus shakes his head. He feels his cheeks flush hot and bright. “It’s not…it’s…James, I’m a virgin.”

James’ eyes go wide, and his perfect, perfect mouth drops in a way that makes Regulus want to crawl under the floorboards and never come out.

“Oh. Oh, Regulus, I’m sorry. I should have — Merlin, how did I not — I’m so stupid. I’m sorry, baby,” he rambles, frantically kissing Regulus’ face. “We don’t have to — shit, I’m so stupid —“

“You’re not stupid, James, I was just too embarrassed to tell you,” Regulus snaps in the firm tone he always uses whenever James starts to berate himself. “You’ve been with so many people before…I just thought…maybe you wouldn’t want me.”

James blinks furiously, looking wildly confused.

“Wouldn’t want you? Regulus, I want you more than anything. I don’t give a fuck about experience or — or whatever people told you the standard was,” he insists. Regulus shakes his head, but a smile tugs at his lips.

“Besides, “ James continues with a new spark in his eyes. “I’m a very good teacher.”

“Hm?” Regulus’ breath catches when he feels the pressure of James’ hand on his waist.

“If you’ll let me…” James kisses him again, more tender this time, and his hand snakes its way under Regulus’ pants.

“I’ll let you,” Regulus breathes. His heart pumps faster in agreement, let you, let you, let you.

“We’re not going to do everything all at once,” James says, which has Regulus feeling oddly disappointed. “You’ve touched yourself?”

“Yeah.”

“Good. We can go a bit further then.” James slides Regulus’ pants off, tossing them over his shoulder like they’ve offended him. Regulus’ legs are already shaking when James places his hands on his inner thighs and gently spreads them apart.

“Fuck, baby,” he groans.

Regulus’ fingers clench into a fist against the sheets as James attaches his mouth to his thighs, teasing at the skin with his tongue. James sucks dark hickeys into his pale skin, surrounded by bite marks that have Regulus swallowing back moans as they get closer and closer to the wetness between his legs.

“You still okay?” James lifts his head, and as he does, his glasses brush against Regulus’ folds. Regulus bites back a yelp, nodding feverishly.

“Yes,” he manages to get out. James doesn’t wait for further confirmation after that. He kisses Regulus’ hip, and then he lowers his head again, licking a slow line up between Regulus’ legs.

James goes at a leisurely pace, and Regulus feels every fucking second of it. James’ mouth sucks at the most tender of places, and when he bobs his head, the cool metal of his glasses teases Regulus’ clit with a shocking but welcome touch.

“D-daddy —“ Regulus whimpers the first time it happens, the word slipping out like it’s instinctual. He slaps a hand over his own mouth at this, thoroughly mortified, but James doesn’t miss a beat. He just hums happily, and his tongue takes on new enthusiasm as it flicks in and out of Regulus’ hole.

“Again,” he says lowly from somewhere deep within his throat. Regulus whines, his back arching when James licks at his hole again.

“Daddy,” Regulus whispers, “Daddy, please —“

“Good boy, baby,” James replies as he hooks his arms under Regulus’ thighs. Regulus can’t help the loud moan that he releases at James’ words. He wants to hear that over and over, wants to hear what a good boy he is, just for James.

“Fuck, Daddy —“ Regulus cries out much louder than he intended. James is properly sucking and licking at his clit now, swirling his tongue around it and lapping at it with quicker and quicker motions.

Regulus has no idea what an expert is actually like, but if he had to put a face to the word, it would be James. James and his masterful mouth and fucking excellent motions of his lips. The coil within Regulus’ stomach is so, so tight, squeezing and making him shake with need.

“Daddy, I’m — mm —“ Regulus’ voice breaks as James brushes his teeth against his clit, just enough to send a shock through him. “Coming,” he barely manages to gasp out before he’s rocked with the peak of his pleasure, his orgasm ripping through him in what feels like endless waves. James eats him out through the whole thing until Regulus tugs him away by the hair.

Tremors still spasm through Regulus’ body as he draws James up to his lips for a tired kiss. He can taste himself when their mouths meet.

“So, was I a good teacher?” James inquires with a smug smile. His lips are swollen, and Regulus suspects his might be as well.

“Teach me again tomorrow,” is all Regulus can breathlessly say in response.

James chuckles and pulls him closer, guiding him so that his head is against James’ chest.

“Anything for you, baby.”

#i am incapable of writing anything under 1K #it’s a problem #a vice #kinktober #regulus black #marauders #jegulus #starchaser #james potter #dom james #sub regulus #trans regulus #daddy james #ao3 writer #sunseeker #writing #jegulus fic

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remusslove · 1 year

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Dom reader and Dom James taking care of a bratty Regulus? I love your stuff btw

Punishment~ regulus x James x reader

“Regulus.” James snapped at him, clearly tired of his attitude. “What?” Regulus answered sharply narrowing his eyes at the dominate male sitting in front of him.

“Go to our room. Now.” James replied anger laced in his tone. You watched the scene playing out in front of you silently hoping that regulus would obey at least once. James is always the soft one, so if he uses even a bit of sternness in his voice it usually doesn’t end up well.

You sighed motioning for regulus to go up stairs as he locked eyes with you. He scoffed before stomping his way up the stairs and slamming the door shut.

“Why didn’t you help me!? You know he listens to you more.” James said to you. “He needs to learn that he can’t run to you for everything. Tonight will change that.” You replied with a quiet tone.

You both finished your drinks before heading upstairs to your bratty sub. “Strip.” “No.” Regulus bit back at James causing the male to scoff at him. “Regulus enough with the attitude. Strip.” You broke the silence with a quiet tone.

Regulus gulped looking in your eyes but quickly seeing no softness in them. He slowly took off his shirt and pants deciding to leave on his boxers. James quickly hovered over him beginning to suck on his neck. Regulus whimpered at a particular harsh suck, feeling James’s teeth bite into his sensitive skin.

“I’ll be back. M’ gonna go to Marlene’s to get something.” Your words made regulus let out a sound of confusion. You smiled before making your way towards him.

“James’s gonna punish you today. Just do what he says and he won’t go as hard as you. Bye bunny.” You whispered to him placing a kiss on his pouty lips that already were a bit swollen due to the rough kiss James he just received from james.

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“Please daddy m’swear l’ll be good!” Regulus whimpered. You chuckled walking into the room seeing James harshly pounding into the smaller boys hole. “Wanted daddy to punish you so bad hm? Shut up and take it” his words surprised you a little but aroused you nonetheless. “Poor baby, already shaking hm?” You taunted removing your clothes. “Mommy” he whimpered through soft sobs of pleasure overstimulation.

James groaned cumming in the boys ass causing regulus to arch his back but whimper again as James pulled out.

His hole clenched with need to be filled up as cum seeped out of his hole and onto the bedsheets. “Can you do one more baby? I’ll let you cum this time.” You answered sweetly which sounded like heaven to his pathetic little self. He nodded making you chuckle and manhandle him into the doggy position motioning for James to go infront on him. James smirked positioning himself in front of the needy boy.

He grabbed regulus jaw for a moment forcing his mouth to open wide and for his tongue to fall out. “Already ready for our cocks? Slutty little thing” James degraded him while slapping his cock on regulus tongue so the boy couldn’t answer. You pushed the tip of your strap into his ass making him whine at the contact. It took only a couple of seconds before you fully pushed it in. Regulus moaned taking James’s length in his mouth.

He gagged bobbing his head back and forth slowly. He wanted to tell James to go soft but was muffled by his cock. James groaned as the younger boys tongue moved up and down occasionally licking his tip in a circle. James let out a choked moan before tugging on regulus’s hair and shoving his cock down his throat. Regulus coughed and sputtered grabbing onto James thighs trying to breath through his nose.

You thrusted harshly into regulus giving him a few smacks on the ass. He moaned sending vibrations onto James’s dick making the boy see stars. You could tell on both their faces they were both gonna cum real soon. Regulus mewled pushing his head away from James’s pelvic bone that his nose was currently touching.

#sub!regulus #sub regulus #sub regulus black #sub!regulus black #dom reader #dom!reader #dom James #dom james potter #dom!james #dom!james potter #dom!james!potter

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beautifulbrainrot · 5 months

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regulus black x fem!reader

cw 18+ mommy kink, overstimulation

“gods, fuck! ah-”

you giggled at the pathetic cry, wrapping your hand slightly tighter around regulus’ hard, weeping cock.

“so, so much! i can’t!”

“yes you can, regulus. just one more for me, okay?” you whispered sweetly, nibbling on his reddened ear, inhaling the sweet scent of his shampoo.

he was sitting with his bare back pressed against your chest, with your hand reaching around to fist his cock. you had pulled two orgasms out of your sweet boy already, cum covering his overstimulated cock and your hand, helping you glide along his length.

“feels s’good, s’much ohh-”

“i know, it’s so much isn’t it baby..” you cooed condescendingly, smirking to youself. regulus nodded, not catching your teasing tone in his floaty state, leaning his head back onto your shoulder as you pumped his cock.

you stroked faster, harder, pushing him closer and closer to orgasm. you could tell he was getting very close, tears pricking in his eyes, whimpers increasing in volume, pale thighs trembling.

he came with a squeaky cry of your name, hiding his face in your neck as he shuddered, cum dribbling out of his spent cock.

the second his breathing slowed and he stopped trembling, you placed your palm on his red, pulsing tip, rubbing circles on it with the soft, slick palm of your hand.

he cried out, squeezing his legs together, shaking in your hold.

“fuck! fuck- s’much, mommy! oh god- fuck!”

you grinned at the name before slapping his clenched thigh with your other hand, and he immediately opened them back up again, desperate to be good.

you finally let up your delicious torture to his sensitive tip, both of you flopping back on the bed. he rolled over, burying his head in your shoulder, holding you close, softening cock resting agaisnt your thigh.

“was that good baby?”

“s’good mommy” he giggled softly, brain still a little floaty as cuddled close to you.

#regulus black #regulus black x reader #sub regulus black #sub!regulus black #marauders era fanfiction

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yvieliny · 6 months

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MARAUDERS

Shit my friends have said pt3.

Barty, Evan, Regulus and Severus on an road trip (Evan is Driving , Barty is the co-pilot leaving Regulus and Severus in the back)

Night time 2:50 am

Regulus: There is no way this is fucking happening right now (Regulus said removing his headphone)

Barty turns to look at the back seat: Well I am fucking sorry, how was I supposed to know how far 5 meters where?

Evan: Everyone calm down look there is a gas station up ahead let’s stop and ask for directions

Severus highly annoyed: So we are fucking lost in the middle of nowhere , with no cell service and a creepy ass gas station that looks from the 1600s and you idiots want to “stop and ask for directions” ??!!

Evan and Barty look at each other before nodding : Yeah

Severus : Idiots you both are fucking idiots , this is the type of shit that occurs in Horror movies

Barty: Don’t worry the virgins always survive in Horror movies

Regulus smirks: And the horny slut is the first to go so, don’t worry Barty we will have a nice cock filled funeral for you

Barty sticks his middle finger out

Evan: Fine let’s just turn and go back where we came from even if it is highly illegal since it is a one way road but fine

Severus: So our options are doing something ilegal or dying? Damn this is why my mom worry’s when I go out with my friends

Evan: Holy shit Sev, you got friends?

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a-constant-gay-panic · 2 years

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Reader Dom x Sub regulus (fem!reader) where regulus tries to get the reader's attention acting like a brat and reader spanks him as punishment and then overstimulates him making regulus beg for relief while apologizing to the reader (English is not my native language so maybe I have spelling mistakes)

i had fun with this one ngl-

Attention

masterlist

pairing: sub regulus black x dom fem!reader

summary: you haven't been able to spend much time with regulus recently and the lack of attention is getting to him. his mistake? thinking he'd get away with his “bratty” behaviour without some sort of punishment.

warnings: swearing, smut, spanking, overstimulation, punishing, light choking, brief involvement of a mirror, slight hair pulling, jealous regulus, kinda degrading at certain points, use of ma'am once, colour code in place (red not used)

word count: 1.5k

a/n: so i took a longer break than i intended… am i gonna apologise? no cause my mental health doesn't need to be apologised for but here i am, back at it! enjoy this regulus fic which i procrastinated on, anon <3

(not fully proof read but i did try-)

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“please…”

you smirk at the withering boy, his face contouring into one of pain and pleasure.

you're currently sitting at your desk, the chair positioned so you're able to get a good look at regulus who is bend over your knees, hand smoothing the skin of his bare ass.

“now, now. the time for politeness has passed love. you did this to yourself, remember?” your tone is teasing as your hand comes down again, a soft whimper escaping his parted lips.

“i'll be good… i swear! jus’ please…” he trails off as your hand grips the back of his thigh. “please touch me.” he finishes with a quiet sob.

you make eye contact with him in the mirror, a sickly sweet smile gracing your lips. “but i am touchin' you.” you say simply, landing another slap on his pale skin.

you admire the hand print which you leave, the red looking pretty on his fragile body.

he jerks forward, a loud moan finally being released and you silently thank merlin that no one can hear you, your advanced understanding of charms coming into play, more specifically, silencing charms.

his head falls forward, breaking your eye contact. you tut in disapproval, your free hand reaching to tug his hair, forcing his head back up and making him look at you.

“behave.” you whisper seductively in his ear. “yes ma'am.” he whispers back, voice breaking as his breathing quickens.

“you look away and i'll do more than just spank you. y'hear me?” his eyes widen at your promise but he makes no effort to answer. “i said,” your grip on his hair tightens, “do y'hear me, baby?” he squirms in your lap and nods frantically. “yes.”

“good.” your hand meets his ass again.

after a few more, regulus hasn't broken eye contact and just as you're about to stop, his hips jerk again as he lets out a deep moan, eyes rolling back.

you freeze. you know exactly what's just happened and your body is filled with excitement and anticipation.

you sit still, allowing the boy to come down from his high. he eventually regains his composure and lifts his head to look at you.

“enjoy that i take it?” you ask. he blushes and looks away. “what did i say about doin' that, hmm?” he quickly looks back at you. “good boy.” you coo at him, a blush dusting his blissful face.

you're still slightly pissed at him but you have to admit, his fucked out expressions are always worth it.

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you're sitting in transfiguration and trying to listen to what's being said.

“y/n?” you hear for the 10th time in the span of 5 minutes. you ignore your boyfriend and choose to continue your furious note taking, refusing to let anything slip.

you finally get some work done, breathing a sigh of relief when he stops pestering you. the moment the class ends, regulus shoots up from his seat and pulls you with him. “regulus? where are we going?” you grunt as the two of you walk down the corridor. you bump into a gryffindor, them glaring and you returning the gesture.

he doesn’t answer, instead pulls you outside and away from any prying ears.

“why are you ignorin’ me?” he asks, eyes searching yours. you frown, not knowing why he’s so worked up about it. “i was busy, reg.” he huffs at your response. “what’s wrong?”

“nothin’ ‘s wrong. jus’ askin’ why you’re ignorin' me today.” you roll your eyes at the dramatic boy. “well i’m not ignorin’ you, ok? now, ‘f you don’t mind, i need to get to divination before i get ragged out again.” you give him a quick kiss on the cheek and notice the way his eyes linger on your lips as you pull back, amusement written all over your face. “bye love.” you shout as you walk away from him, not noticing the determined and calculating look on his face.

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regulus is waiting for you at the bottom of the stairs after your class. he finally sees you but his smile soon disappears as he sees you laughing with a hufflepuff from your class, not liking the close proximity of the two of you.

you spot him and smile, continuing your chat with the hufflepuff boy. just as you’re about to end the conversation, two strong arms wrap around your waist and the smell of parchment, fire and cologne floods your senses. regulus rests his chin on your shoulder and you can practically feel him glaring at the boy.

“who’s this?” his voice is curious but you’ve known him long enough to hear the venomous undertone. “i’m-” “it doesn’t matter though, does it? all that matters is that you’re talkin’ to my girlfriend.” regulus cuts him off with a sickly sweet smile. you gape at him, embarrassment filling you as the hufflepuff stutters, trying to find something to say. you nod slowly at him with a sad smile, indicating that you’ll see him later.

as soon as they boy is out of ear-shot, you turn around harshly and glare at regulus. “what the bloody hell was that?” you ask. his once smug smile fades away as you grab his arm and pull him away, not wanting anybody to hear you.

“i-” he starts as you let go of his arm but you interrupt him quickly. “y’know what? i don’t need to know what’s wrong, i want to know i why you’re actin’ like a fuckin’ brat today.” he quickly gets flustered at your words, your dominant demenour slowly coming through. “ ‘m not actin’ like a brat…” he says weakly.

“oh yeah? you could’ve fooled me.” you walk closer to him, “now, be a good boy, and tell me what the fuck is your problem today.” he looks down, refusing to meet your gaze. you grip his chin and force his head up. “none of that.”

he swallows thickly and mutters something inaudible. “what was that love?” you ask. a blush appears on his face as he mutters, “jus’ wanted attention…”

you smirk. “really now? you wanted attention did you?” he nods slightly. “well, why didn’t you jus’ say so?” his eyes widen, not believing what’s coming out of your mouth. before he’s able to respond in any way, your lips meet his in a bruising kiss and your hand makes it’s way up to his neck where it finds home, applying the tiniest bit of pressure.

a soft moan escapes him before turning into a whine when you pull away. “no complainin', you're the one who started this.” you whisper, a small smirk on your face. “please…” he mutters. “please? please what, love?”

he takes a deep breath, eyes glossed over as he slurs, “please take care of me.” his words make an airy laugh escape you. “let me get this straight. you act like a whiny brat all day and embarrass me and now you're askin' me to take care of you?”

he looks down, face red. “that's not how it works honey. 'm not going to take care of you, 'm going to punish you.” you lean closer to his ear, “ 'm going to make you scream.”

a shudder runs through his body and you smirk at the sight before apparating the two of you to your dorm.

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he let's out a strangled moan, as he squirms in your grasp. you're now sitting against the headboard of your bed, legs spread as regulus leans with his back against you.

your one hand is wrapped securely around the base of his throat while the other slowly works him, creating a torturous yet heavenly sensation that runs through his body.

“shh, don't cry baby.” you coo at him, the mocking tone of your voice gets you yet another flustered look from the boy.

the pace of your hand slows as a high pitched whine leaves his mouth, him reaching another high.

you admire regulus, his post orgasm expression, his unruly hair, the countless dark spots which cover his body thanks to you, the way his hands grip the sheets beneath him, his beautiful leaking cock…everything about him is beautiful.

in your daze you hardly register the fact that he's breathing heavily, his soft cries echo in your ears. you bring your lips close to his ear. “colour?” is all you say. “green! green, green, green!” he whines, hips bucking up, causing you to chuckle darkly.

“why am i not surprised?” you muse to yourself. your hand moves faster, bringing him closer to the edge.

loud moans ring throughout the room as your pace quickens again, causing his eyes to roll back. “you like this?” you ask and he whines in return. “my little masochist, hmm? you want to cum?” you tease and he nods vigorously.

“then cum.” as you whisper those words, he's releasing all over his chest. again.

“wan'... more… please…” he mutters, grabbing your hand as you try to pull it back. you laugh and shake your head.

“oh trust me, i wasn't plannin' on stoppin'. you're in for a long night love.”

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#regulus arcturus black #regulus black #regulus black x reader #regulus black x fem!reader #regulus black x slytherin reader #regulus black smut #regulus black x reader smut #sub regulus #dom fem!reader #the marauders #the marauders x reader #the marauders x fem!reader #the marauders smut #smut #requested #dom!reader #fem!reader

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tiredofthehumanlife · 1 month

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Happy birthday James Potter

Ur immortal to me <3

He's Literally just a silly guy

#i love him so #james loves regulus #james x regulus #james potter x reader #james potter #sub james potter #maurders era #mauraders

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sommerregenjuniluft · 3 months

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sharing this absolute filth because i had to scrap it. enjoy? fjskf

“Touch me, Jamie.”

James proceeds to strip his shirt, leaving his torso bare, and dip a hand into the scalding water, squeezing Regulus where he’s hard against his stomach. He wraps his palm around the shaft only a few moments later and starts stroking carefully, the bath water rippling and lapping at the sides of the tub.

Regulus feels a tremor whack his body and he throws his head back with a soft groan that makes James moan helplessly in return.

“Look who’s being such a good boy today,” Regulus praises and James brows furrow and he adjusts restlessly in his kneel, undoubtedly uncomfortably hard in his own pants.

“Please,” James pants, voice husky when he’s finally found it again.

“No touching yourself, baby.”

“That’s not– ngh,” He gnaws on his bottom lip harshly, eyes squeezed close.

Regulus gently tugs it free, simultaneously stilling James’ ministrations on his cock with his own hand. “Talk to me.”

James eyes flutter shut as his thumb circles Regulus’ leaking tip underwater, like he’s getting off more on the touch than Regulus is.

His eyes flash with desire, cheeks tinting an even more vivid shade of scarlet. Regulus is obsessed with him.

His fiancee whimpers, swallows before he presses out, “Need you in my mouth.”

“Oh, yeah?” Regulus arches a brow, gripping him by the jaw, “Little slut needs something on his tongue to be satisfied, huh?”

James whines brokenly, face tilting into the hold, “Please. Please, Sir, I’m—”

He gets interrupted by Regulus shoving three fingers between his lips, rubbing over his sinfully wet tongue and pushing down his throat, making him gag a little.

“Nothing but a slick little hole,” Regulus comments indifferently as he makes a mess of James. “Look at you drooling over being used, baby.”

James’ moan is garbled around the fingers prodding in his mouth.

Once he wraps his hand around Regulus with renewed vigor it doesn’t take long for him to feel close.

He alternates between ruining James with little insults and letting him babble and beg to his heart’s content whenever he pulls the fingers out of his needy mouth for a moment.

Showing him the obscene amount of spit coating his fingers, drawing strings when he spreads them. “Look at it, baby. See how wet you are for me? How badly you want it?”

And James mouthing away on whatever body part Regulus allows him to get his lips on. A string of, “Please, please, need it so bad—wanna taste you, want you to fuck me and fill me up, Sir, please.”

#jegulus #jegulus fic #sub james potter #dom regulus black #the actual thing comes tomorrow night in form of a microfic

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𝐩𝐚𝐲 𝐧𝐨 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐚𝐲. 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢 𝐝𝐨.

ghostface!regulus black x fem!reader

smut / song used in title

nav • r.a.b m.list

dom!reg, sub!reader,p in v, knife play, oral f! and m! receiving, praise, penetration, blood, cum eating, hair pulling biting, face fucking, porn barely any plot, unprotected sex, use of “good girl” , finger sucking,

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regulus’ lips brushed against your inner thigh, slowly working his way to your cunt. you felt the plastic of his mask against your side, regulus had taken it off and tossed it somewhere onto your bed before he was in between your legs.

looking down at him, your blankets softly cradling your body, certain places having more fabric squished together. the moonlight coming through your window illuminated your room.

glancing at the ghostface mask, it still freaked you out no matter how many times youd seen it or how many times youve been in this situation with regulus, you hated how bad you still wanted him.

the feeling of something sharp trailed up your thigh, making your attention go back to regulus, you knew he hated when your attention wasnt on him. inhaling deeply as you looked at him. the tip of his knife going from your thigh to your panties, regulus ran the blade over the black bow that was in the middle. they were a gift from him, one he had left at your back door two weeks ago.

regulus moved the knife down, making sure to go slowly down your mound to your slit. gently grazing it against your covered folds. you twitched as he applied pressure where your clit was, watching regulus smirk before moving the knife back to your thigh.

pressing the blade against your thigh, making you whimper a bit. “calm down, im not gonna hurt you” regulus whispered, kissing your clothed cunt then turning his attention to where his knife was, glancing back up at you seeing that you were still slightly nervous about the knife.

“ive never hurt you before, have i?” regulus asked.

moving the knife to the hem of your panties, sliding it under and watching it come out the top. you shook your head ‘no’ but you knew he could if he absolutely wanted to.

the sound of the knife cutting the fabric of your panties was loud in your quiet room. “see? you’re fine.” regulus reassured and kissed the newly exposed area as the flimsy fabric slid down. regulus moved to the other side and looked at before cutting the fabric. the dark red fabric sliding down and revealing your cunt to him. making regulus smile softly.

regulus looked up for your permission, you nodded softly, “please” you whispered. regulus kept the eye contact as he leaned forward and ran his tongue up your cunt, humming at the taste of you. you gripped at your covers as you calmly sighed.

taking his tongue away from you, regulus now used the handle of the knife to spread you open a bit. leaning in and licking on your clit directly, causing you to moan quietly.

the handle moved up and down your slit and regulus would occasionally moved it to your entrance and collect your arousal and then spread it onto your cunt.

“youre so good for me” regulus praised before his tongue swirled around your clit and the handle of the knife brushed against your hole, slowly working the handle into you. your mouth hung open and your eye rolled back as he started thrusting the handle slowly.

curses fell from your mouth quietly, regulus’ free hand gripped your thigh harshly, warning you to watch your mouth. your hand made its way to regulus’ hair and you lightly tugged on his hair trying to bring him deeper.

“harder please” you begged, your thighs starting to tremble a bit. regulus complied, his movements now harsh as he moved the handle in and out of you. regulus could feel the slight sting in his hand from the blade, making him grow harder and the movements made his cock grind against his jeans and the bed.

regulus’ name spilled from your mouth like it was the only word you had ever learned and regulus couldnt be more happy that the only thing on your mind was him— the way it should be, the only way he wanted it to be. he knew your orgasm was building and building and you were so close, contemplating on stopping and watching you squirm and whine for him and only him to make you feel good.

but regulus decided not to, he wanted to watch you shiver has his tongue and knife brought you to your orgasm and see the sleepy look you get after you came and how you were so eager to get him off after and how cuddly you got.

your legs tried to close around regulus’ head but he prevented it. a loud moan came from you as you came on his knife. your chest rapidly moving up and down and your back stayed arched for a minute before his tongue became to much for your sensitive clit and your tried to softly move regulus off it. “ah- ah- too much” you whined loudly and regulus gave a couple final licks before moving his face away.

regulus kept the knife handle in you for a bit, sometimes moving it gently to hear you whimper as it grazed your walls. “such a pretty cunt” regulus complimented, slowly pulling out the handle. regulus smirked as he made his was up your body, you felt his jeans rubs against your cunt making you whimper slightly, regulus hovered over you, taking in your facial expression and watched as you lifted up a bit and rested on your elbows. regulus knew you wanted to be kissed, watching you play it off as just resting on your elbows but he knew you were testing the waters and didnt want to seem desperate.

except thats what regulus wanted, he wanted you desperate and begging for him to do whatever he wanted to you.

leaning in a bit so close to closing the gap between you, you started to close your eyes assuming he was going to kiss you and when you felt his lips brush ever so faintly against yours you longed for it.

feeling something hard press against your lips made you open your eyes.

“open” regulus ordered. he was looking down at you, pressing the handle a little harder on your lip til you opened your mouth. regulus gave a soft approving hum, though you shouldve just opened your mouth as soon as he told you to but he could help you fix that later.

regulus slid the handle into your mouth, pressing it on your tongue. “suck, go on, taste yourself” regulus said, his tone demanding. you closed your mouth around the handle and swirled your tongue around it, in your head wishing it was his cock.

sucking your wetness from it as you and regulus made eye contact. “tastes good huh?” regulus asked, cocking his head and nodding a bit as you hummed in agreement.

regulus glanced at the blade noticing that there was some of his blood on it from how he held it. he took the handle from your mouth and now held the blade close your face. “go on. you know what i want you to do. clean it up, for me” regulus said, making sure to emphasize the ‘for me’ part.

you ran your tongue on the blade, carefully and making sure not to cut yourself as you cleaned his blood from it. regulus smiled, moving the knife and tossing it to where his mask was.

smashing his lips onto yours, tasting his blood on your lips. regulus moved his hips, grinding on you.

regulus’ hand found its way to the back of your neck, pulling you with him as he leaned off you and rested on his knees. your hands kept you pushed up so you two could keep making out. moving yourself so that you could rest on your knees, making sure not to break the kiss.

now having your hands free they traveled to his body. nails running over his skin as he gripped you harder.

you started to lift his shirt, regulus broke the kiss to tug it off and toss it on your bedroom floor then his lips went back to yours.

moving your kisses to his neck then going down as you fumbled with his belt and zipper. kissing and biting his skin as you went, you could hear regulus’ breathing speed up.

you got his jeans down as much as you could, you sucked hickeys onto his vline before moving to his cock, swirling your tongue around his tip. looking up a bit and seeing regulus throw his head back in pleasure, his thighs burned from being in his position but it made it better for him.

“watch your teeth baby” regulus said softly as you bobbed your head on him. you hummed and kept what he said in mind as your swirled your tongue again getting him to moan.

regulus bit his lip, his hands moved to your head, holding you still as he started thrusting into your mouth. his tip hitting the back of your throat, almost gagging you as you tried to keep still.

“breath through your nose y/n, like a good girl” regulus instructed, you did as he said, trying to focus on your breathing as he abused your mouth. regulus’ muscles flexed as he thrusted causing your saliva to trail down the side of your mouth as he chased his release.

tears coming to your waterline as he used you as he pleased, wanting to move a hand from his thigh to your cunt that was growing needy once again but regulus would have to punish you for doing it without asking. keeping your hands on his thigh and feeling them flex under your grip. regulus was now giving his last final thrusts into your mouth, his moans turning whiny and his eyes closed.

you felt it, felt regulus’ cum shoot down your throat as you tried not to choke. his cum was like a reward, it always tasted good to you, a flavor that you couldnt get anywhere else but from him and he loved it, loved that you savored it in your mouth and that you needed him just so you could get a taste.

pulling out of your mouth a bit and you opened your wide, regulus tapped his cock on your tongue as end of his orgasm came. watching the white beads go onto your tongue as you softly hummed in delight. regulus smirked as you licked his slit, desperately trying to get more from him or any you missed.

you swallowed his cum, most of it already went down your throat. regulus gripped your face, bringing your attention back to him and he leaned down and kissed you. tasting himself on your tongue as you moaned into the kiss.

regulus’ other hand trailed to between your legs, his fingers on your clit, moving in circles as your hips started to move a bit and grind onto his hand. your hand held his wrist as you both made out roughly. regulus started move off your bed, stopping his movements and breaking the kiss so he could get undressed fully.

after his jeans and boxers were discarded and laid messily on your floor regulus’ hands went to your shirt, tugging it up and off your body then tossing it to where his jeans were. his mouth met with yours again, you pushed your blankets to the crack between your bed and the wall so you two could have a bigger space without the fabric getting in the way. feeling around for his mask and knife then finally finding it and moving it to lay on the bunched up blankets so they wouldnt fall between the crack.

regulus’ fingers ran over your nipples softly, then hed squeeze your breast and massage the tissue as his tongue made its way into your mouth. your legs spread for him to rest between as your head hit your pillow softly. you moved your hand down to his cock, he was getting hard again.

moving your hand on his cock as he whimpered into your mouth. taking your hand away for just a minute to dip between your folds and gather some of your wetness and then moved back to regulus, stroking him as he got completely hard in your hand.

regulus broke the kiss, breathing heavily and leaned back, taking his own cock into his hand. you let go of him and just watched him as he started to slide himself between your folds. biting your lip as he glided over your clit.

“reggie please. need you in me” you begged as he continued sliding himself on you, enjoying watching the way you spread open.

“get on your stomach” regulus said and catching his breath and you hurried into the position he wanted you in.

regulus gripped your hips, forcing your hips in the air and your back arched. you gripped your pillow as regulus dug his nails into the fat of your ass, his other hand positioning his cock to your entrance.

thrusting into you, making you both moan and take in the feeling. “fuck. you always feel so good” regulus panted as he started to pull out. your eyes closed as he thrusted back into you roughly, you gripped your pillow harder and pressed your face into it.

slapping sounds echoed as he sped up, your bed shook and softly made some noise. you felt regulus’ hand press your face more into the pillow as he kept thrusting, moaning faint swears.

feeling his hand leave from your head and his body move over you, feeling his lips graze your back as moans fell from your mouth freely. you yelped a bit when regulus bit down on your shoulder, then move over a tiny bit and his teeth sank into your skin once again.

kissing over where he bites and sometimes sloppily kissing you cheek then going back to biting you. your eyes started to roll back as the way he was thrusting was hitting every sweet spot of yours. “im so close- m’so close- m’so close” you rambled in a whiny tone, regulus could feel you clenching and spasming around his cock as he thrusted faster.

regulus kissed your back one last time before leaning up, his hand on your hip, pulling you back onto his cock and his other hand now gathered your hair and yanked it, forcing you to let off your pillow and crank your head back, your arms now holding your weight as you head was tilted towards the ceiling.

“cum. cum for me please” regulus moaned, feeling his own orgasm coming. you let out a loud moan and his name fell from your mouth as you came. regulus’ hung open as your cunt clenched tightly around him.

your arms and thighs burned, but you couldnt care less about it since it masked by your orgasm, regulus’ grip got tighter on your hair as his thrusts started to get uneven.

regulus thrusted a few more times before he came inside you, painting you with his cum, filling you up. you hummed as released inside you.

staying like this for a moment, catching your breath as regulus caught his, his grip released your hair and you leaned your forehead on your pillow.

regulus started to pull out and you wanted to tell him to stay inside you but you didnt. regulus started moving your body to you could lay on your back. “spread your legs” regulus said, tapping your thigh and you slowly opened them. his cum was starting to leak out of you, regulus took his finger, running it up your fold causing your to twitch and whine.

“shh, i know, i know” regulus cooed, gently teasing your clit then gathering his cum that was spilling out of you with his fingers.

regulus brought his fingers to your mouth, some dripping onto your lips. opening your mouth and regulus shoved his finger into it, licking and sucking his finger clean.

taking them out and then leaning in and licking the spot where it dripped onto your lip then kissing you.

regulus helped you into the shower, making sure you got clean and then got you dressed in a t-shirt and new panties. getting himself dressed in his clothes before and getting his mask and knife from off your bed and setting it on your dresser.

“stay” you begged as your got into your bed, you hated this, hated that he had to go. you knew he’d leave out the back door then two days later you’d get a gift from him with a little note and then he’d sneak into your house and the cycle repeated.

“you know i cant” regulus sighed, your hand gripping his shirt in a pleading way.

“just for a little bit. just til i fall asleep, please” you whined, tears almost coming to your eyes but you blinked them away fast. regulus huffed and shrugged off his boots.

“fine, fine.” he said as he climbed into bed with you.

“thank you” you whispered as you got comfortable with his arms around you, your back pressed against his chest.

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