He ends up pushing him against one of the tiles in the communal showers. Bodies pressed against each other, still damp despite the towels around their waists.
Regulus can smell James’s scent from this close. Normally, it’s strong, with that smoky edge that burns the young Black’s nose. It’s easy to tell this is one of his warnings; Potter doesn’t need to bare his teeth to assert dominance, and that inevitably makes Regulus’s mouth water a bit, tempted by the challenge. He knows he has urges that aren’t normal for most alphas, and that his instinct to bite comes from what’s totally taboo.
If he’s honest, he’s never liked the idea of an omega as a mate—too soft. He grew up around alphas and had to fight for dominance over the others. Over time, it all became a game and a thrill for him. Unlike many, he doesn’t let his alpha out too often and enjoys winning by controlling others, but he’s still flesh and bone, and as such, falls into temptations.
And what a lovely temptation he has right in front of him, with James pressed so close and the reverberating sound from his throat that threatens a growl. Regulus finds it utterly adorable, even though it’s an attack on himself and he should take it more seriously. James’s body, a few inches taller, warm and with tense muscles, everything seems wrapped in a delicious gift that Potter has no idea he’s delivering for his delight. He could purr with pleasure if not for the fact that it might give the boy a glimpse into his inner world, and Regulus, being the good player he is, knows it’s not time to let that show just yet.
“What’s the matter, Jamie?” His voice slips out sweet like honey as his eyes roam over the view in front of him again, and he reaches out a hand to caress the boy’s chin. There’s a rush of power surging through his body as he sees how James squares his jaw and tenses even more than before. The effect he has on him drives Regulus crazy, and he forces himself not to bare his teeth just yet. “You’re acting like a mutt, maybe you’ve been hanging out with my brother too much.” And as quickly as he says that, his fingers leave the taller boy’s chin
Regulus feels absurdly pleased after that, thinking he’s at the top of his game, and his mind can only focus on how James’s eyes, despite all his bravado and attitude, flicker between anger and confusion. There’s so much innocence or maybe ignorance in them, round and framed by long lashes, the prettiest eyes he’s ever seen on an alpha, more like a frightened deer than a predator.
If James were an omega, he wouldn’t hesitate to sink his teeth into him. And that thought sends him spiraling.
HELLOOOO! I have to say I’m really excited about working on the world and concept of this. English isn’t my first language, but I really want to make this happen, so I hope to be posting my progress regularly ^.^
I’m a fan, but also a hater with what I like to think is critical thinking. I vibe with the whole deconstructing gender stereotypes thing, but I feel like when we do that, we just fall into others. And it always makes me wonder: Why does almost every Jegulus and Wolfstar fanart look like this?
Okay, I get that everything about the Marauders is headcanon at this point, but like, there’s no crime in keeping some things from the books as long as we’re not supporting JKR’s problematic stuff, right? No need to change the characters so much they’re not even recognizable anymore.
For starters, it really bothers me how Sirius and Regulus are always made shorter, like it’s a must or something. Sirius is literally canonically the tallest of the boys, and Regulus is just described as shorter than Sirius. Plus, another Black family member (Bellatrix) is described as tall, so it’s not a stretch to say the Blacks are generally tall people. But nooo, they’re always drawn as these small, delicate dudes. Why though? Do we really need one of them to fit the twink stereotype in a BL ship? In the end, I think the way they’re drawn just pushes more harmful stereotypes, when the whole point was to, like, fight against gender norms. And it’s worse when they’re almost always made the passive ones in their relationships.
Then there’s Remus Lupin. Honestly, it feels like people don’t even like his character for what he is, so they just make him something totally different. Like, yeah, he’s tall, but he’s supposed to be kind of scruffy, not this ripped sex symbol the fandom’s turned him into. He’s a guy with a literal chronic illness (his lycanthropy) that makes him physically weaker, and there’s so much potential in playing with that. Why not lean into those traits? I’ve always hated the whole ‘Casanova of Gryffindor Tower’ vibe because it just feels unnecessary and waters down what makes Lupin interesting. Why turn him into this prime example of hegemonic masculinity when we’re supposed to be avoiding that?
With James, I don’t have as much to say, because most of his traits are personality-based. But even he gets hypermasculinized, and it’s just not necessary. They’ve basically turned him into another beefy, square-jawed dude with zero flavor, aside from occasionally making him a token ethnic guy, usually Latino. And as a Latina (born and raised in LATAM), I feel like the way they describe him crosses the line from representation into fetishization. Like, he’s just ‘exotic’ enough to make him ‘interesting,’ but come on—do some actual research when you do stuff like that.
Anyway, I have so much more I could say, but... whatever. I’m open to debate as long as it’s respectful. That’s why I personally prefer mixing headcanon with canon instead of just throwing canon out the window.
And just when I think my mind is finally focused on one single AU and that the first chapter of my A/B/O Jegulus fic is dropping next month, I have to watch a movie and end up crafting an entire story in my head with the ship I’m obsessed with. So, here’s my next WIP... I guess.
Jegulus as Labyrinth—or, more like, that kinda weird Jim Henson movie with puppets starring Jennifer Connelly and David Bowie. And yes, this definitely started because I watched the Magic Dance scene and thought about how good Regulus would look in Jareth’s outfit.
As a quick breakdown of the AU, I gotta say (and I was kinda saving this idea for another fic) that I’ve always imagined that if James’s parents divorced or one of them died and the surviving one remarried, he wouldn’t take it well. Like, at all. I mean, who could blame him? Heavy life stuff, right? And I feel like his parents probably spoiled him a bit, so he’d be totally unprepared for something like that. That’s why I can totally see him as Sarah, plus I could totally see him making a rash wish for the goblins to take his little brother away (almost a newborn, someone who doesn’t really fit into his ‘old’ family and is part of something he still struggles to accept).
On the other hand, it’s super hard for me not to imagine Regulus as Jareth—kinda manipulative but also kinda desperate for a real connection... with intentions that aren’t super clear, at least until halfway through the story. He’s been watching James ever since he caught him wandering around all grumpy and frustrated on the grounds of his new house, fascinated by the human, and slowly deciding he could just take him away and only needs an excuse to do it.
Peter would be a perfect Hoggle too, too scared to properly help James when he meets him and easily intimidated by his sovereign.
That’s what I’ve got so far. Maybe I won’t make it exactly like Labyrinth, but the concept is definitely there in my opinion.
As a bi person who was in love with her best friend, I don’t get how people just ignore Marlene x Lily (like, does it even have a ship name?) and Prongsfoot, and like, so many others. I’m mostly talking about Marlene x Lily here, ‘cause in my opinion, it has such amazing potential with what the fandom has done with them... Not that I’m complaining or anything, Dorlene and Pandalily are cool too, but I’d love to see more of my two fave girls. I’m planning on writing fanfics for them, but I don’t think I could ever draw them—I don’t have that kind of talent—so I guess I’ll just sit here quietly hoping someone else gets the same idea.
@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.”
This might be a bit controversial, but I actually like a darker, more canon-accurate Regulus Black (even if it’s the Regulus written by someone like JKR). I love his complexity and how he can’t be fully considered a good person. That morally gray character, almost tipping into darkness, who was so fanatical about Voldemort that he kept clippings of his attacks at home, but still had the guts to betray him after what happened with Kreacher—because that’s what makes his character so strong... the loyalty to his own that you can sense he had.
I know we’re in a new era and a lot of people struggle to like characters like that, but I’d love to see that Reg more often.
Honestly, I'm like constantly thinking about writing a dark A/B/O Marauders fanfic where Regulus and James are both alphas, but Reg uses some old Black family magic to turn Jamie into his perfect omega~.
Maybe I should think more about the world-building and develop it in the best way possible, so I'm gonna use this tumblr as my little notepad. I'm taking suggestions too!
