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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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vini213 · 3 months

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t4t jegulus :D all u marauders followers heres the marauders art there’s been a lack of 🫡

been working on this a bit at a time since july (so like half a year 😭) and finally decided im at a point where im alright with it (it’s been a pain to draw. anatomy 😖)

#vini’s art #jegulus #jegulus fanart #marauders #marauders fanart #starchaser #sunseeker #james potter #regulus black #trans regulus black #trans james potter

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hedgehog-troops · 18 days

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after james comes out as non-binary to sirius:

(Remus watching sirius eat james' candies)

Remus: whY ARE YOU EATING JAMES' CANDIES??

Sirius: because i wanted to???

Remus: do you have ANY idea how agry he'll be??

Sirius: they said i could!!

Remus:

Remus: WHO IS THEY???

Sirius:

Sirius: shit.

#james potter #marauders fandom #sirius black #james fleamont potter #remus lupin #marauders #remus x sirius #wolfstar #trans james potter #dead gay wizards

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stagpdf · 3 months

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jegulus microfic, 1.2k words, explicit // trans james, collars, & fisting

“Oh you poor baby, I’m hardly three fingers deep in you and you already look gone,” Regulus taunts, angling his fingers just so and pressing into the spot that makes James see stars. When he doesn’t respond quick enough, eyes glazed over and looking miles away, Regulus gives a sharp tug on the leash. James finally looks back at him, confusion washing over his features like he doesn’t quite know what Regulus wants from him.

Regulus pulls his fingers out, ignoring the whimper James lets out at the loss, and moves to hover over him. Wrapping his hand around his neck, he says, “You’ve got to pay more attention to what I’m telling you, princess.” He punctuates the sentence by squeezing James’ throat, cutting off the blood flow to his head.

“S-sorry,” James chokes out, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as he relishes in the lightheadedness getting choked brings.

Admiring his squirming boyfriend for a moment, Regulus smiles as his eyes catch on the thick, black leather collar adorning James’ neck. It sits just below where his hand currently rests, looking so lovely against brown skin with the assortment of silver hardware and, of course, the tag dangling in the front which reads Property of R.A.B.—a rather nice touch if you ask him.

Finally releasing his grip, Regulus gently caresses James’ cheek as he tries to catch his breath.

“Are you ready for more?” he asks, taking note of how present James really is.

“Yes, please, need you—need more.” James begs, blinking his large, wet eyes up at Regulus as he does.

Regulus is only a man, how could he possibly say no to that?

He moves back down James’ body, leaving a trail of kisses in his wake. Before pressing back inside James, he takes a moment to spread him open, get a good look at how absolutely soaked he is for Regulus.

Practically drooling at the sight he says, “God, you’re going to be absolutely fucking gaping soon.”

Without waiting for any sort of reply from James, Regulus uses one hand to hold down his hips, the leash still wrapped tightly around his hand, and the other slips three fingers back inside his cunt. James lets out a string of curses, unable to move away from Regulus’ assault as he holds him down and maintains a tight grip on the leash.

It’s not long before Regulus adds a fourth finger, making sure to stretch James open and prepare him for his whole hand. This wasn’t new for them, but every time threatened to entirely disarm Regulus, to make him lose his mind completely. He could hardly look away from the sight of his four fingers disappearing inside James, completely enthralled by the view.

“Reg—fuck, please—more. Want your whole hand.”

Regulus pulls his fingers out, pressing them together along with his thumb to form an almost cone-like shape. He positions his hand at James’ hole and checks in with him one last time.

“Ready, princess?” he asks, now rubbing soothing circles into James’ hip, “I know you can take it. Your greedy hole will swallow my hand right up.”

“Y-yes, yes Reg, please.”

James groans as Regulus starts to push in, throwing his head back and continuing to moan as he gets his whole hand in. After giving him a moment to adjust, Regulus starts to slowly push his hand in and out, watching in fascination as the entire thing disappears inside James, stretching him obscenely wide.

As if he wasn’t already loud enough, James’ whines only increase in volume as Regulus lays the leash to the side and presses small circles onto his clit. James’ thighs twitch like he was trying to close them but knows better than to do that.

“Good boy,” Regulus praises, increasing the speed of his thrusts, “Keep those legs nice and open for me, okay?”

“Close, ‘m close Reg,” James says, voice breathy and raspy from the strain he’s put on it.

“You can come whenever, Jamie.”

Only a few moments laters, James clenches down on Regulus’ hand, body jerking as he comes and tears leak from his eyes. His thighs continue to shake even as he starts to come down, looking completely out of it.

Regulus only pulls his hand out as James starts to whimper from oversensitivity. He brings his hand up to his lips, sucking two of his fingers into his mouth and groaning at the taste of pure James on his tongue.

He crawls back up James’ body, hovering over him and pressing a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth, getting a soft smile in return.

Finally, Regulus catches James' eyes, and they look clear. Well, as clear as expected.

“You with me princess?”

“Mhm,” James responds, nodding, “Will you fuck me? Please?” He pouts up at Regulus, yet again using his big brown eyes to get his way. There will never be a time when Regulus develops an immunity—he’s only alive to serve James, to bend to his every will.

“Sure thing, Jamie.”

Regulus moves back into position, settling himself between James’ legs. He pushes open his thighs even more, eyes trained on the puffy, red hole sitting between them. Even in the time since Regulus’ hand had been in there, it’s still gaping, completely wide open.

“Fuck, look at you,” Regulus mumbles to himself, “Fucking stunning, all spread out and open just for me. Gonna fill you up like the slut you are.”

“Please.”

Regulus lines himself up, bottoming out in a single thrust. James is wet, and it’s a whole other feeling to be inside him once he’s been stretched open and is lax from his first orgasm. Already worked up from the fisting, Regulus is quick to set a brutal pace, knowing he isn’t going to last much longer.

He presses his fingers back onto James’ clit, wanting to bring him to another orgasm as well. Still oversensitive, James sobs at the contact, hands white-knuckling the sheets as he both tries to push himself further into Regulus’ fingers and fuck down onto his cock.

James falls over the edge quickly, clenching around Regulus’ cock and crying out. His body shakes with the orgasm, falling limp as it ends.

Regulus is soon to follow, groaning as he buries himself inside and fills James up. He throws himself onto James’ body, panting into his chest as he comes down.

For a few minutes, it’s just the two of them laying together catching their breaths, returning to reality. As James starts to shift, likely getting uncomfortable with the sweat and other fluids drying on them both. He whines as Regulus slips out of him, even doing it as gently as possible.

Regulus watches with rapt attention as the come leaks out of James’ cunt. He dips his fingers into it, bringing them up to James’ mouth for him to suck on. James moans happily at the intrusion, shutting his eyes as he cleans Regulus’ come off his fingers.

“You alright, James?” he asks once James is done, unhooking the leash from the collar and looking down at him with concern.

“Never better,” James slurs, a dopey grin taking over his features. “Clean me up please?”

“Of course, anything for you.”

#making my james gets fisted dreams come true #my writing #microfics #jegulus #james potter #trans james potter #regulus black #james x regulus #regulus x james #james potter x regulus black #regulus black x james potter

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platonicsoulmatesstobin · 6 months

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the marauders fandom really said "fuck JK Rowling they are all trans cuz I said so" and I think that's beautiful

#marauders #the marauders #marauders fandom #marauders era #sirius black #sirius orion black #trans sirius black #trans james potter #trans regulus #trans remus lupin #trans #trans lily evans #trans pandora #trans marauders

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mydarlingdearestdead · 1 year

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Trans Remus Lupin who picked a wolf name to please his father.

Trans Regulus Black who chose the heart of the Leo constellation for his favourite myth.

Trans Sirius Black who said "Fuck you!" to changing her name and kept it.

Trans James Potter who asked his mother what she would have named him should he have been assigned male at birth, and took that name for her.

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tiredofthehumanlife · 5 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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fromagony · 18 days

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james f. potter - where you go, i go (stalker au)

villainy was nothing new to him, and even murder was understandable and clear-cut. but love was still a mystery.

#fic: where you go i go #trans james/cis regulus fic #soon on ao3 #trans james potter #trans james agenda #james potter #jegulus #regulus black #jegulus stalker au

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freakish11037 · 19 days

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Okay, but hear me out

What if James, Lily and Regulus were all trans??

#james potter #lily evans #regulus black #jegulily #jegulus #regulily #jily #marauders #marauders era #trans james potter #trans lily evans #trans regulus black #polyamory

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sommerregenjuniluft · 2 months

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@jegulus-microfic march 4 - hair - 1125 words - NSFW

aka t4t jeggy for ino @veryinnovative <3

“Nah uh,” Regulus chides, tightening his fingers in the mess of James’ hair, pulling his head back, “Don’t start again.”

James whines pitifully, big baby cow brown eyes welling with tears where he’s blinking long lashes up at Regulus pleadingly, trying to get his movements back under control.

“No squirming, baby,” Regulus presses out between shudders as he keeps riding James’ bare thigh, small cock gliding back and forth easily with all the slick and sweat between the two of them.

The hand on Regulus’ hip twitches and James throws his head back into the mountain of pillows keeping him up with a whimper.

“I know, darling, I know,” Regulus coos, caressing James cheek with his free hand, leaning closer, letting his breath spill over James’ parted mouth, the roll of his hips never relenting, “But we said no cuming for a while, didn’t we?”

James’ eyes squeeze shut with another helpless noise, his thumb digging into the soft spot of Regulus’ waist harshly, “Mmgh, baby, can we—please—please, need–”

Regulus tugs at the roots of black hair again, harder this time and James cuts off with a high-pitched sound.

He repeats, pointedly, “What did we say?”

“We said–” James swallows roughly, eyes continuously dipping down to watch where Regulus’ pink folds slide over the tan muscle of James thick thigh, smearing pre-cum and getting the dark, coarse hair at both their centers obscenely wet, “We said I only get to cum once you have.”

His voice is a thin, fragile little thing that Regulus wants to cup his palms around carefully and then devour down his throat, swallow it in one big gulp, letting it slide down the length of his tongue like the sweetest nectar. It whacks Regulus with giddy shivers and he leans in to lick into James’ mouth as reward.

His boyfriend trembles helplessly through it, always so much more turned on with just that little bit of oral stimulation, moaning and whimpering against Regulus’ tongue. He stays miraculously still all the way through it and Regulus parts their lips with a satisfied hum, scratching at the back of James’ skull soothingly as this one chases after his mouth.

“Look at you doing so good,” Regulus purrs, frotting closer in James’ lap and feeling his thigh slot farther between James’ legs.

He draws in a sharp breath, one hand immediately fisting in the sheets at their side, “Baby.”

“Ssh,” Regulus dismisses his protest, fighting hard not to let his lips twitch into a devilish grin, “Gotta get closer to you to make myself cum, baby. You understand, don’t you?”

Another roll of hips, more uncoordinated the more Regulus feels the coil in his gut tightening and he can’t help the delirious little chuckle that presses from his chest when James keens, visibly troubled about finally receiving friction but still under the confines of their agreement.

“Regulus,” James presses out, chest heaving with the challenging task of reigning in his arousal. He’s glowing with sweat, beading on the stubble over his top lip, mouth kiss bitten, swollen and red, and eyes shining warmly with the afternoon sun coming in from the window over Regulus’ shoulder. There’s a now permanent knit to his full brows, sheen of tears layered over his agonizingly prettily eyes and a look on James’ face like he’s equal measures despaired and also couldn’t love Regulus any more than he does in this very moment.

It gives Regulus his own little high, cunt pulsing, cock twitching and with a sudden lap of arousal washing over him, making his skin prickle, he’s pushed so much closer to the edge. Regulus blames it on that then, he thinks, stuttering through a moan of his own, what comes out of his mouth next, “Don’t you wanna be a good boy for me?”

He accompanies it by thumbing at the swell of James’ lower lip and watches closely as the scale tips for his boyfriend. Equal parts panic and arousal dumped into both cups on either side of the brass device, simply making it fall off the table entirely. Watching as James’ eyes roll back and he’s forcefully shoved over the edge.

It looks like James tries to put up a fight against it at first, breath hitching precariously, short little pants and puffs, high pitched noises but with every thrust of Regulus’ hips, every push of his own thigh against where James himself is sinfully slick he breaks eventually.

Gushing warm and wet over Regulus’ skin with a shout, face contorting with ecstasy, grip tightening on Regulus’ hip and in the end that’s all it takes to give Regulus the release he’s been chasing as well.

His hand clamps down over the nape of James’ neck with a strangled moan, muscle in his arm straining as he ruts his groin uncoordinatedly down into the meaty muscle of James’ thigh, quivering with the force of his orgasm.

That’s when James blinks his eyes back open only for them to flutter again at the sight of Regulus cuming, a moan punching out of him in response to witnessing Regulus’ climax and then tipping his chin up and reeling Regulus into another kiss like a can’t help himself.

They ride out their orgasms together, groaning and humming into each others’ mouths until they’re lazily making out and twitching at the occasional shift of muscle pressing into their oversensitive cocks.

Regulus separates them eventually, driving both hands through James’ hair from front to back and digging his short nails into his boyfriend’s head, hair damp, and content to just look at him for a bit.

James blows out a breath, cheeks puffing out adorably before he slips into a blissed, dimpled grin, gazing back up at Regulus with stars in his eyes. “Fuck,” he breathes, radiating and looking entirely too handsome in the orange sunset hue for Regulus’ post-orgasmic weak spot.

Regulus hums in response, a smile tugging on his lips and he’s frankly too exhausted to keep it in check. Still, he cocks an eyebrow at James, “Thought I was supposed to be the one cuming first?”

James groans openly, hips giving a feebly twitch, and then quickly slings his arms around Regulus’ back, burying his face in the crook of his neck, “You were so mean about it– calling me a good boy, what did you think was gonna happen?”

His body is warm and sturdy pressed against Regulus’ front, his breath humid and equally warm against the skin of his neck and Regulus would bet on the fact that his cheeks are back to tinted a faint scarlet.

The grin sneaks onto his face without notice and Regulus only breaks it for a moment to press a kiss against the side of James’ head.

#this is also for the anon that said James thighs deserve to be ridden #because they were 100% right obviously #jegulus #jegulus microfic #starchaser #sunseeker #james potter #regulus black #marauders #jegulus fic #t4t jegulus #lune’s tiny fic #trans regulus #trans james potter #trans regulus black

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that-vampire-loser · 4 months

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T4t jegulus raising their son Harry

#maybe Harry is trans too you never know #jegulus #trans regulus black #trans james potter #they’re the best dads #trans harry potter #mauraders #dead gay wizards

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broadwaycantdie · 9 months

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Jamie

James sat on the Gryffindor common room couch twirling his wand, trying to get Regulus’ attention. Regulus, reading a book, did not look up.

James turned to Lily, who was sitting next to him.

“Reggie’s ignoring me again” he whined.

“He’s just reading, love. You’ve been with him all morning”, she replied.

James rolled his eyes and threw himself into the couch. Regulus continued to read, as he was very invested in his French copy of The Lady of the Camellias. He had to focus a bit harder to read the French so he blocked everything else out.

After what James would describe as forever, Regulus spoke up—not looking away from his book.

“Jamie?”

James froze. No one’s ever called him that before.

He thought about how it made him feel. He liked it. He couldn’t understand why, but he felt comfortable in it. Just as comfortable as when someone called him James. He twisted in his seat and felt his cheeks start to blush.

He internally panicked, but responded naturally.

“Yes?”

“Tu es belle ma chérie”

James’ face now fell to a full blush. He looked lovingly at Regulus.

“I don’t know what you just said but I love you too.”

#idk what this is i just got this idea and thought it was cute #jegulily #marauders #harry potter #james potter #regulus black #lily evans #jegulus #french #french regulus black #trans james potter

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stagpdf · 4 months

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01/01. decent. 1155 words. NSFW. @jegulus-microfic ft. lesbian jeg + top regulus

“Reg–fuck–Regulus, love, please.” James tries to close their thighs around Regulus’ head, but she keeps them firmly in place with her hands, spreading them out to allow her complete access to their cunt. Regulus moves her thumb back and forth along one of their thighs, feeling the coarse hair under the pad of her finger as she tries to soothe her girlfriend. There’s a slight twinge in her scalp as James tugs at her hair, pulling her face closer. “Feels so good, ‘m so close,” James slurs, their speech having long since lost its clarity.

Regulus taps their thigh twice in succession, their signal for James to know it’s okay for them to come whenever they’re ready. She keeps her mouth working at the same pace, years of being with James leaving her knowing exactly how to bring them to the edge, how to best bring them over. It would be their—well, Regulus actually isn’t sure how many orgasms James has already had by this point, but that hardly matters. What Regulus does know is that she’s been between their legs for hours now, and despite the soreness settling into her jaw and tongue, she’d stay right here for many hours more just to bring James any amount of pleasure.

It’s not much longer until James’ legs are shaking, their back arching off the bed as they hold Regulus’ face impossibly closer and let out a litany of moans. Once the waves of pleasure seem to subside, James is left panting and limp on the bed, weakly pushing at Regulus to get her off their clit.

“Hurts,” is all they say, looking dazed and only half-awake. Regulus moves to kneel between their still-spread legs, gently rubbing her hands along their still-shaking legs, providing some amount of comfort.

“Do you think you could take another one?” Regulus asks softly, “Rather, do you think you need it?”

It’s been ages since James has gotten a decent night of sleep. Whether it was them constantly tossing and turning, staying up until the early hours of the morning, or waking up after only a few hours, James hardly got more than a few hours of sleep for far too long. Regulus has tried her best to be supportive, but spending extra time in the gym, taking allergy medications, and anything else James tries hasn’t helped a bit. Even sex hasn’t been working to get them properly to sleep.z

So, Regulus decided she was going to help in the best way she knew how—give James as many orgasms as she possibly could until they couldn’t physically stay awake.

“You jus’ wanna fuck me,” James says, a grin tugging at the edges of their lips. Regulus smiles in return, her white teeth glinting in the low light of the bedroom.

“Well, I certainly wouldn’t mind,” she says, smiling wider when she succeeds in pulling a laugh out of James.

James hums as they reach an arm out, motioning for Regulus to come closer. She climbs over their body, laying down so that they are chest-to-chest. James’ eyes flutter close for a moment as Regulus cards her fingers through their hair, lightly brushing through the sweat-soaked curls.

After a moment, James blinks their eyes open and says, “I think I could do with one more.” They bite their lip in a failed effort to conceal another grin.

“Oh, could you?” Regulus teases, pecking a kiss onto James’ lips and climbing off the bed to fetch her favorite strap, “Don’t worry, Jamie, I’ll fuck you so hard you’ll have no choice but to sleep for ten hours minimum.”

She rummages through the top left drawer of their dresser—a place they both determined was far more convenient than a box under the bed or hidden away in the closet—and finds the dildo and harness with ease. James watches as she puts everything into place, the pupils dilating and swallowing the brown of their irises as their arousal picks up again.

“Mhm, I know you will,” they mumble, attention entirely on Regulus.

Climbing back onto the bed, Regulus moves James’ legs apart once more and settles between their thighs. They’re absolutely soaked, wet and ready for her to fuck them past the point of coherency.

“Ready, baby?” Regulus asks, lining herself up.

“Yeah,” James breathes, moaning as Regulus pushes inside, bottoming out in a single thrust. “Fuck, that feels so good.”

James’ moans pick up as Regulus starts to fuck them, setting a brutal pace from the start. As she fucks them, she admires how stunning her girlfriend looks like this—fucked out from the hours of oral and countless orgasms they’ve already had, lips red and shiny from being bitten, the way their chest scars stand out from their skin, the way their legs are spread open just for her. Everything about James is absolutely perfect and Regulus wouldn’t trade them for the world; nothing compared to the way she felt with them.

Regulus rubs Jamesz’ clit in time with her thrusts, giving them absolutely no reprieve from the onslaught of sensation.

“Reg—shit, just like that—love, ‘m already close, lemme come? Please?” James begs, blinking up at her, their wide brown eyes shining with unshed tears.

“Just a little bit longer, I know you can take it,” Regulus responds. James goes to speak again, no doubt to continue begging, but breaks themself off with a loud moan as Regulus changes her angle slightly and starts thrusting even harder. She keeps rubbing her fingers on their clit, making it nearly impossible for James to hold themself back.

James squirms; their hips jerking both to meet Regulus’ thrusts and to press up against her fingers. Their begging picks up again, broken up by strings of curses.

Regulus leans over them, their faces hardly an inch away, and says, “Are you going to make it? Are you going to be good for me Jamie?”

James whimpers, multiple fat tears finally falling from their eyes. “Please, ‘m trying so hard to be good but I can’t—I need to come, please let me come.”

Regulus moves her head so that her lips just barely brush against their ear. “Okay, baby,” she whispers, “Go on, come for me.”

James’ whole body jerks, their head thrown back, lips open in an ‘o’, and their legs shaking. They let out a near-scream, eyes rolling to the back of their head as the waves of pleasure course through them. Soon after, they fall back to the bed, their body boneless and limp.

Regulus is sure to be careful as she pulls out, but James still whines softly at the emptiness they now feel. Taking a moment to admire her girlfriend once more, Regulus undoes the harness before climbing off the bed. She takes one look back at James, their eyes closed and rapid breathing beginning to slow down.

By the time Regulus gets back from the bathroom with towels, James is fast asleep.

#happy 2024 here are some lesbians <3 #microfics #jegulus #james x regulus #regulus x james #james potter x regulus black #regulus black x james potter #female regulus black #nonbinary james potter #trans james potter #jegulus fic

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