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my-castles-crumbling · 21 hours
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birthday - @jegulus-microfic - word count: 306
James's birthday might as well have been a school holiday. It meant a huge scene at breakfast, a catastrophic prank, and a gigantic, alcohol-filled party, the entire room giving James everything he asked for.
And Regulus in the corner, looking on.
Girls fawned over the birthday boy, leaning on his shoulder like he was their only means of balance, whispering in his ear in a way that Regulus assumed they though was seductive but was actually hard to watch, giggling and laughing and blushing as James politely spoke to all of them.
Lily and Pandora sat on either side of him, trying to engage him in conversation, even as he clutched his plastic cup and ignored them both.
But after a few minutes, his stomach lurched. Because James was watching him. And carefully, always so polite, he separated himself from the crowd surrounding him, apologetically shrugging and grinning good-naturedly, before walking toward Regulus with purpose.
And damn, maybe Regulus shouldn't have had a drink, because his stomach felt all bubbly.
"Reg! What're you doing over here?" James asked, face a bit red from drink.
"Letting you have your moment," Regulus responded, trying to smile, even as jealousy coursed through him.
But James frowned, and said sincerely, "But...I don't want my moment. I want to spend my birthday with you."
Affection flowed through Regulus's body at the words, and Pandora nudged his side with her elbow, looking at him expectantly.
"I..." he sighed, knowing he would regret asking, but he always did cave when it came to James. "D'you want to dance, James?"
The birthday boy's face lit up. "Yes! Oi, Moony! Start the music!"
And, allowing himself to be dragged into the crowd and pulled into James's embrace, Regulus smirked despite himself.
Because even as all eyes were on James, James's eyes were on him.
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doyouknowlahee · 2 hours
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Azeyma's earring is my new fav ♥
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florsial · 19 hours
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for anyone wondering, Vampire James' daily routine is meet Regulus' current incarnation, spend some decades all fine and dandy and in love, and then break down for like a a year or two, the go hunt for Regulus new incarnation and rinse and repeat.
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sommerregenjuniluft · 24 hours
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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.”
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messrsage · 10 hours
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Crop Top James
my contribution to the @croptopjames fest is finally here!! happy (slightly belated) birthday to our favourite birthday boy!! here's a lil senate twink au scene!!
wc: 1490
tw: mildly nsfw mentions but no actual smut
It was payback for yesterday.
Regulus was sure that it was payback for yesterday.
There was no other explanation for why James Potter was standing in the middle of the office wearing what could only be described as a cutoff university sweatshirt — which provided Regulus with what was quite frankly an unholy sight — and grey sweatpants, sitting low on James's hips in a way that made Regulus’s mouth water and his teeth ache for something to bite into. 
There was sweat dripping down the contouring muscles of James's stomach and clinging to his temples, where his curls had started sticking to him. The flush on his golden skin reminded Regulus of yesterday, when James had been on his knees with his face between Regulus’s thighs and—
Oh God. 
Regulus was screwed. 
This had to be some kind of punishment for the red heartshaped lollipop he'd been sucking on all-throughout meetings yesterday. 
At the time he remembers being pleased as he watched James become distracted by the sticky sweetness he was sucking on. 
At the time he remembers being proud of how James's eyes went dark anytime they landed on him, of the way he subtly put a stack of documents in front of him, covering his crotch. 
At the time he remembers hiding a smirk when James claimed he'd stay behind in the meeting room while everyone else left because he needed to discuss something privately with Regulus. 
(And oh, did they discuss things.)
But now?
Oh, Regulus was definitely not smirking now. 
“Good morning, mr. Black,” James says, sounding slightly out of breath. He reaches for the water bottle on his desk, holds it up and gulps down the water greedily, head bending back and leaving Regulus with an unobstructed view of James's throat. 
Regulus stands there, unable to do anything other than watch as the water dribbles and makes little rivulets down his chin, over his skin and onto the crop top that’s already half-drenched in what Regulus can only assume is sweat. 
He’s never wanted to put a crop top in his mouth before but suddenly it’s the only thing he can think about. 
He wants to lick the sweat off of James’s midriff. Wants to follow the water droplets all the way from his collarbone to his lips. Wants to taste each and every flavour on James’s body.
James squeezes the bottle tightly, does his best to get the last of the water out. Regulus is too busy imagining himself being the bottle to reply to his boss.
Eventually James puts the bottle down again and turns to Regulus, eyebrow raised.
“You’re evil,” Regulus manages eventually.
There’s a glint of something in James’s eyes. Amusement, he thinks. 
“Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning,” James says and Regulus has to put his hands into fist and let his nails dig harshly into the palms of his hands just to distract himself from the blood that’s still rushing south at the sight before him. 
“This is unfair,” he says.
James raises an eyebrow. 
“What’s unfair?” he asks, feigning innocence. 
Bastard, Regulus thinks.
Evil, Regulus thinks.
So fucking hot, Regulus thinks.
"You're playing dirty," Regulus says.
James gives a chuckle.
"I have no idea what you're talking about," he says and Regulus might've believed him if it wasn't for that glint. 
James was a good politician, which naturally meant he was a good liar but Regulus had studied him. Had spent time observing him. He knew his ticks and tricks. His tells. He knew James Potter and James Potter was playing dirty. 
"Really? So you just happened to decide today of all days to show up looking like— like—"
James raises an eyebrow.
"Like?" he parrots back.
"Like this!" Regulus replies, gesturing towards the other man as he takes a few steps closer. He can't help himself. He's drawn to James as if they were magnets. He can't fight the force of nature that makes him orbit the man in front of him. 
Trust him, he's tried.
James looks down at himself, frowns. 
"What's wrong with this?" he says, looking back up at Regulus through thick lashes as he cocks his head to the side. 
His glasses are falling down the bridge of his nose the way they always are and Regulus has to suppress the urge to push them back in their right place, the way he always has. 
He's less successful at suppressing the urge to look away from James’s body, eyes taking in the happy trail dusting the pretty, golden skin and the drops of sweat that cling to the black hairs around James's navel.
"You have never, in my entire time working here, showed up in workout clothes to work."
A smile tugs at James's lips but he does his best to hide it. It's not enough to fool Regulus though.
"Someone kept me up all night so I accidentally slept in. Didn't have time to get my morning run in before getting here so I thought I'd just take it here and hit the work showers instead."
Regulus swallows harshly. Looks away. 
He refuses to acknowledge those words. Refuses to acknowledge the blood painting his cheeks red as a result of them. Refuses to think of what exactly had kept James up last night.
"And your workout clothes just happen to be... this?"
James gives a slow grin.
"Oh, absolutely."
Regulus wasn't going to win this. Not today. That much was clear the moment he'd laid his eyes on James when entering the office. This was always going to end like this. Regulus knew that. It was only a matter of when, not if, he would give in.
He sighs. Bites his lip. Finally looks back at James, looking up at him through his lashes in the way that he knows that the other man likes.
"Am I the first one in?"
He can see James's eyes widen, just a smidge, before his lips stretch even further into a full blown smile.
"Yeah. Ms. Figg is usually here by now but she had a dentist appointment this morning. Such a shame."
James did not sound as if he felt it was a shame.
"And the others?"
James leans closer. Tugs on one of Regulus's curls teasingly.
"Won't be here for another half hour, at least. I told everyone we're starting late."
His voice is low. Raspy, from years of smoking clove cigarettes. Regulus has never had a voice make him shiver the way James's does. Has never had a voice make goosebumps breakout on his skin. Has never had his heart beat so loudly before. 
"Except for me," Regulus points out. 
James is close now, the finger that had been playing with his curl slowly tracing the sides of his face. His hands are soft but the fingertips are slightly hardened from age and work and life and they feel so good against Regulus's skin that he has to close his eyes. Has to focus on the feel of James against him. As if there's an invisible line between James's finger and Regulus's skin, taunt and electric and absolutely vital for Regulus's survival. 
"Oops. Must've forgotten to tell you," James whispers and Regulus can feel his warm breath hit his face. Can smell the sweat dripping off of him. And it's gross, he knows. It's gross that he's attracted to it. That he wants to smell it, always. That he wants to put his tongue to James's skin and lap it up. It's gross. But it's all that he can think about.
Regulus swallows hard. He can't find it in himself to be embarrassed about how loud it sounds in the otherwise quiet office. Admitting defeat in this little game they're playing is that much more embarrassing anyway. And he’s just about ready to wave a white flag if it meant getting his hands on James and his mouth under that godforsaken crop top.
"So," he says eventually. "You were going to use the work showers?"
He opens his eyes finally, watches James's face closely. The gold in his eyes is almost gone, swallowed up by the darkness that has taken over. 
"That was the plan," James quips back, too focused on tracing Regulus's bottom lip with his thumb to notice the matching dark look in Regulus's own eyes.
"Think the stalls can fit two?" 
James scans his face in amusement before letting out a startled laugh.
"You're going to ruin me, aren't you?" he says fondly, voice low.
Regulus raises an eyebrow, quietly waiting for an answer.
James moves the hand on Regulus’s face until it's cupping his neck instead, closes the distance between them and gives Regulus a small kiss. 
It's barely anything, just a peck. A tease. A preview of what's to come.
 It’s barely anything and yet Regulus is already hungry for more. 
Finally, James answers his question.
"Well, let's find out."
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sixlane · 21 hours
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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.
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my-castles-crumbling · 18 hours
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Terrible at Friends With Benefits- A Jegulus Oneshot
With only ten minutes left to James's birthday (in my timezone), here's a gift for you guys!
Rating: M Pairing: Jegulus (briefly mentioned wolfstar) Length: 2.4k (complete!) Summary:
He was “Potter” during the day. When they passed in the halls or attended the same parties, he was always only given a head nod or a “Hello, Potter.” It was only at night that things were different. It was only at night that he was “James.” Only in rare, heat-filled moments that “James” turned to “Jamie.” -x- He was “Regulus” during the day. Sometimes “Reg” or “Reggie.” Potter was so…familiar in the way he greeted people, even though they were clearly not friends, or maybe just so. But Potter was as bright as the sun, constantly shining his warmth wherever he went, and it seemed natural for him to use Regulus’s silly nicknames even though they didn’t really…they weren’t really… But at night, it was different. He was “darling” and “love” and sometimes “baby,” when Potter was really gone. -x- In which James and Regulus are maybe friends. Or maybe friends with benefits. Or maybe more?
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chasingthestarss · 9 hours
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James: What did you think I just kissed you all those times for suits and giggles??
Regulus: In my defense you did get a kick out of sticking your tongue down my throat in public places.
James: Well yeah, but that’s because it annoyed Sirius and it was funny.
Regulus: Yeah I enjoyed that too.
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ecstarry · 9 hours
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moodboard for this absolute masterpiece by @sixlane
"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."
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starchaserwrites · 19 hours
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@croptopjames / birthday boy James gets one of his birthday wishes / word count: 333 / stay tunned for a surpise!
An 80s-themed birthday party should be completely harmless… or so Regulus thought. When he walks through the door to enter the house that's roaring to the beat of Relax by Frankie Goes to Hollywood, and finds James dancing on a table top, it's not a new experience for him at all. However, the fact that the birthday boy is wearing a tee shirt that appears to have lost the bottom half in a fortunate accident, and jeans that hug his hips dangerously low, leaving his abdomen completely on display as he moves, is something entirely new. James Potter dressed as Glen Lantz in Nightmare on Elm Street wasn't on his bingo card for this year, but heaven knows Regulus isn't about to complain about it. The feverish feeling that possesses the silver eyed man is nothing new either, but the intensity with which it takes hold of him is definitely a novelty.
"Three wishes, James! Don't forget the three wishes!" Sirius can be heard shouting over the noise of the party about an hour later as his best friend is about to blow out the candles on his ice cream birthday cake. After pretending to think for a few moments, James looks up, then down at the cake and then to the front, stopping when he connects his gaze with Regulus'. The candlelights make his eyes glow fiercely and he almost takes Regulus' breath away as he winks at him. Suddenly, the room goes dark as the older boy ends the ritual by extinguishing the flames.
When Regulus gets the tiniest stain on the jacket of his Danny Zuko costume after The Marauders smear James with a cream cake solely made with that purpose, is the perfect opportunity to sneak off with James to his room with the excuse of needing to clean themselves as soon as possible, and end up licking the remnants of cake off James' abdomen.
“So birthday wishes do come true,” James says as he strokes Regulus' hair.
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eucalyptusbrainrot · 10 hours
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in this one au i am world building Regulus has a chest of nickknacks (it ties into his character!)
James calls Regulus, Trinket.
JAMES’ NICKNAME FOR REGULUS IS TRINKET!!
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aithusarosekiller · 3 hours
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Jegulus haters make me giggle bc yeah maybe you hate them but you're the one missing out bc we have all the best content and you know it 🤡
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stormygrievances · 6 hours
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@jegulus-microfic march 28th, skinny-dip, 200 words
“Oh, come on baby,” James whines, pouting and looking straight at Regulus. “I promise you’ll have so much fun!”
Fuck. James is not playing fair right now. He knows Regulus can’t say no to him when he looks like that. Sneaky git.
“Can’t we just go for a normal swim?” Regulus offers.
“Then it won’t be skinny-dipping,” James counters. “I promise you’ll enjoy it!”
Regulus clicks his tongue, determined to make his boyfriend work for it a little more. “Hm, I don’t think so Jamie,” he hums. “What if someone sees us naked?”
“Let them,” James replies, looking like he’s already won. “You’re mine anyways.”
Bless James’ heart. “The police, my love,” Regulus counters. “What if the police sees?”
“I won’t get jealous, I promise.”
Regulus chuckles, rolling his eyes. “I don’t think that’ll matter much when we get arrested for public indecency, Jamie.”
James pouts again, getting close to Regulus and wrapping his arms around his waist. “Pleeease, baby? I’ll make you that lasagna you really like afterwards.”
Regulus rests his head on top on James’ shoulder smirking to himself. “Deal,” he says, pressing a kiss to James’ cheek. “I was going to do it either way.”
“I know.”
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rweoutofthewoods · 6 hours
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Tennessee Baby chapter three
Making a proper post for this chapter now that it’s not 1am.
The ever so slow shift of regulus beginning to think of James as JAMES rather then Mr. Potter is just 🙏🙏
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bellaxisworld · 23 hours
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february, i'm yours.
29 days of jegulus microfic prompts: the whole collection, posted on ao3.
jegulus | 18.8k words | 29/29 chapters
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A random Slytherin guy: Hey handsome. Am I your type?
James: No
Slytherin: What's your type?
James: I have a boyfriend
Slytherin: So what's your type then
James: My boyfriend.
Slytherin: What does he look like?
James: He looks like my boyfriend.
Slytherin: What would you rate me out of ten?
James: I can't do that.
Slytherin: Can't rate me at all?
James: Can't rate you at all.
Slytherin: What would you rate your boyfriend out of ten?
James: He broke my scale because he's so gorgeous.
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