Detailedit: Ajuscha, by Franz Xavier Kosler (1864 - 1905).
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Detailedit: Ajuscha, by Franz Xavier Kosler (1864 - 1905).
@into-the-jeggyverse / jewelry / 428 words // for @velanavis & @del-stars
“Is it possible for you to not be the center of attention for one moment?” Regulus grumbled.
James smirked, a smug grin spreading across his face. “What else could you possibly be doing that’s more important than admiring me?”
Regulus closed his eyes. “Anything would be more important, James.”
As arrogant as ever, James leaned back and bit into his apple, his shirt riding up just enough to reveal a happy trail. Regulus absolutely did not get distracted by it. No, under no circumstances.
“You’re such a fucking slut, Potter.”
James moaned dramatically, followed by a laugh. “Oh, say that again.”
“Prick,” Regulus muttered, glaring at him.
James set the apple aside and ran a hand through his hair, eyes closed and panting, “Keep going, baby. I love it when you get mean.”
“Whore,” Regulus bit out. But his blown pupils betrayed him completely.
James turned to look at him fully. “I suck dick like one too.”
Their interaction was interrupted by a mocking laugh. Shit. He’d forgotten that Barty was in the room.
“Don’t stop on my account,” Barty said, shifting in his seat to face them, his smirk just as insufferable as James’. “Please, go on—what exactly makes James Potter such a distracting slut, Regulus?”
James’ eyes widened, and he leaned forward, clearly more than a little interested in Regulus’ response.
“You won’t do it,” James challenged. “Always too careful not to stroke my dic— I mean ego, right?”
Regulus narrowed his eyes. “It’s that slutty fucking jewelry piece you wear around your neck.”
James laughed, undoing a few buttons to reveal the dainty gold necklace with a heart-shaped pendant.
“Yeah, that fucking thing,” Regulus replied, biting back the thought of how often he’d pictured that pendant swinging above his face while James fucked him senseless.
“It is pretty slutty,” Barty chimed in, clearly enjoying himself.
“It was my mom’s,” James countered.
“Well, then your mom is a—”
“Lovely person, I’m sure,” Regulus interrupted, shooting Barty a warning glare. “Unlike you.”
Barty shrugged, unbothered. “I stand by what I said.”
James leaned closer, his cocky grin returning full force. “Didn’t know you kept such a close watch on me, Regulus.”
“Get over yourself.”
There was something about fighting with James that always lit a fire in Regulus. He was insufferable, smug, and annoyingly clever—but god, he was also hot.
“You’re the one who called me distracting,” James teased.
“Maybe if I find something to keep your mouth full, you’ll stop talking,” Regulus shot back.
This time, James actually blushed.
“Yeah,” he said, his voice quieter. “Maybe.”
Happy 316.
May there be great, real, hard racing for our boys.
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WIP Belle and Nicole under the cut
Wreck is stronger than me because there's no way I would be able to watch my boyfriend live with a girl for three years while I wasn't even allowed to visit. I'd be in my bed crying and stressing about him catching feelings for her, platonic or otherwise, because what if they became friends. What if he didn't need me anymore. What if she became his best friend and he was still my best friend but I was no longer his. What if we drifted apart and he started enjoying his time with this random girl I didn't even know. And I couldn't do anything because of some stupid job.
I'd be out there arguing with treeman that I could play 2 roles it's fine, keep casting me as the villain but please please please please let me be a hero as well, just so I can go in the tower. I could be Nice's sidekick or something. Any excuse idk. Just let me see my boyfriend again.
My loser self insert in da pitt 🧚♂️
if i only had a breath left to give, i'd spend it begging for you to hurt me