#starkillerchaser

[rablovergirl]

jartylus is so.. james and barty doing couple stuff w reg, holding hands, opening doors etc but they spent so long pretending to hate each other that they're too proud to act lovey dovey.

"Hold Potter's hand? I like him but not that much."

"Pay for his clothes? Barty has enough money to do it himself."

And yet, Regulus will always come home to find them wrapped around each other, sleeping peacefully on the couch or in bed.

[yourshiningautumnoceancrashing]

"i'll be in the middle while you two get along"

but its regulus black @ sunkiller

[stardefiled]

Pregnant Regulus and his overprotective boyfriends that refuse to let him to anything on his own

[thegatheringdust]

✩ a kindness, highness

barty/james/regulus | ch. 3 of start carving, darling | explicit | 4.1k words | threesome | dom/sub

With his chin forced back as it is, James can only follow Regulus with his eyes as he leans in, putting more weight on his hand. His fingers tighten, compressing arteries, restricting the vital flow of blood to James’ brain. Wisps of dark hair tickle against James’ skin, and his vision blurs, light-headedness quickly encroaching.

“You’ll work hard for me, won’t you?” Regulus’s nose brushes along his jaw, a sensation that James is only distantly aware of. He is caught up in the pressure of the hand on his throat and the haze bearing down on him, the delightful, frightening cloud of it suffused with the fresh scent of Regulus’ cologne. An opponent hardly even exerting himself.

When Regulus lets go, the sudden rush of oxygen hits James like a tidal wave, so good it leaves him shivering and giddy. Regulus steps back, hand returning to his side like he never tried to choke James at all. In his unsteady state, James almost doubts whether he ever really did.

[my-castles-crumbling]

Starkillerchaser?

Someone requested starkillerchaser (Barty/Reg/James) so here I am, disappointing my parents more by writing a threesome. Enjoy!

Warning! NSFW, EXPLICIT, MINORS DNI

Regulus let out a whine, the high pitch leaving his throat solely of its own accord. He would’ve been embarrassed if he wasn’t so distracted. 

“There you go, baby,” a deep voice mumbled into his ear, hands gripping at his hips tightly. “You take me so well.”

He moaned again, this time longer, more visceral, the result of the cock inside him moving so deeply that he felt it in his throat. He knew that if he moved his hands (currently clasped tightly around the neck of the man in front of him) to his flat stomach, he would feel a bump there, from the way he was being penetrated so entirely. 

“James,” he gasped, shifting his hips so he rode James’s cock harder, took him more, eliciting a gasp from both of them. “Please- more.”

“You want more, baby?” Another voice said from behind him, a hand trailing over his spine and making him shiver. “Want both of us to fill you, love?”

“Please, B. Please, yes,” Regulus panted, allowing James to continue to fuck him from the front as Barty’s lubed finger slipped into his arse. “Both of you, please.”

“He’s such a slut,” Regulus heard Barty mumble to James as he slipped another finger into Regulus’s stretched hole. “Such a good boy for us.”

Allowing himself to completely let go, Regulus groaned, falling forward into James’s chest, James’s cock shifting inside him as Barty’s fingers pulled him apart. It was too much, but not enough. He needed more. “Need your cock, Barty,” he whispered into James’s sweat-soaked neck, his thighs screaming as he tried and failed to lift himself up to fuck himself on both fingers and cock.

“Well, we have to give our baby what he wants,” James cooed, sitting back a bit to shift Regulus and give Barty a better angle. Regulus felt James’s head shift, so he was looking at Barty. “Think we can make him scream, B?”

“I think so,” Barty agreed lightly, and before Regulus could utter a single word, he felt Barty’s cock fill him in one sure push.

Barty and James both groaned at the feeling of the tightening of Regulus’s body, the closeness of nearly sandwiching Regulus between them. Barty’s arms wrapped around both Regulus and James, pulling all of them together as one sweaty, sticky, unbearably hot mess.

But Regulus- Regulus let out a wanton groan, so loud and animalistic that he nearly came with the sensation of being filled so completely and by both of his lovers.

But his reaction didn’t satisfy James or Barty, who were grinning at each other through hazy, sweaty, half-lidded gazes. “Together?” James asked, snaking his hand between himself and Regulus to Regulus’s small, red, swollen cock, resting his fingers there and making Regulus whine.

“Go, Jamie,” Barty grunted, hardly able to stay still.

And with that, both men began to shift their hips, fucking into Regulus with abandon, all while James’s skilled fingers flicked at his cock with such precision that soon, the man in between them was screaming both their names, coming completely undone as heat built and broke at the base of his spine, come flooding down his legs and over his two lovers.

James and Barty both groaned as well, falling over the edge within seconds of each other, spilling into Regulus and gasping, clinging onto each other desperately.

And as the three men came down from their high, it was James who spoke first, one hand stroking Regulus’s tangled curly hair, the other still clasping Barty’s hand.

“Dibs on the shower first,” he said, grinning madly at his two husbands.

[alter-ego-xxx]

Someone mentioned jartylus with a degradation kink (barty) and praise kink (james) and i demand examples

(please i beg you)

nsfw

To whoever came up with that: Where tf is our marriage certificate? It's gonna be a three-way-wedding, including you, anon

BUT YEAH!!

The first thing that came to my mind here was Reg tying them both up next to each other and treating them the same. They both get a cock ring and he presses a vibrator to both of them. However they act will determine how they get treated. James is all puppy eyes and begging words, trying his best, not to squirm away from the stimulation, while Barty is being a right brat, talking back to Regulus and ignoring his words, just until he gets gagged up and can only let out whimpers and groans. This is when Reg decides to make use of their opposite kinks and says something along the lines of "You're such a slut, all tied down and gagged up, you still can't keep your mouth shut, you pathetic slut. See how well James is handling it? You could have gotten the same treatment as our good boy next to you, but you had to mess it up, so now take it!"

[hedgehog-troops]

i doubt anybody cares but for an application i had to write about my greatest betrayal so i wrote about finding out about jkr's views.

heres the short essay if anyones interested. (constructive criticism is open pls give it to me)

Please reflect on a time when you changed your opinion about another person. What was your understanding of this person previously, what caused you to see them differently, and what did you learn from this? [400 words]

Through the flow of time, day turns to night, winter to spring, and black hair, gray. However, there are some things that stay with you. It is the comfort of your favourite late night meal, it is your first fight, it is the book series that you achingly waited to get your hands on, and it is reading those books.

It is reading through the story, book by book, wanting to understand all the inside jokes, the tears shed at the death of characters, the fanaticism. It is not batting a singular eye at any deaths, any tragedies, until book 5 has been reached and suddenly, the one character you’ve connected with, in a way you didn’t know was possible before, is now falling through a veil and you’re sobbing through the night.

It is, then, after finishing the book, when the expected deep dive into everything remotely related to the book begins and there's the expectation that the writer of your favourite characterisation must also be something just as great and profound only to find out the author is everything you never wanted to be, upholds world views which threaten the mere breath you intake, and then, the world seems too small for the disappointment and the guilt that crushes your soul.

It is learning that the phrase “too good to be true” speaks of nothing but the truth, it is being made to write ten things you have learned from the book series by your dad, but suddenly the words inked on those pages are changing meaning as every one of the ‘weird’ things your eyes skipped past start to make sense. It is re-reading through a critical lens and battling with being unable to ignore the newfound underlying meanings — a new depth to the writing which didn’t exist before — and the love and understanding you feel with the character.

It is growing up and engaging mindfully with the by-products of the fiction, it is reading more and falling in love with other characterisations, it is somehow circling right back to that one character, it is the passage of 5 years and still holding the betrayal in the hidden depth of your heart.

It is learning that the art can never, truly, be separated from the artist.

And perhaps, that was your sunset, the first dreary weather, and the first strand of gray in a lake of brown.

[bloodbruise]

Barty and James fucking reg at the same time

reg would get all drunk on the feeling of being so full. eyes fluttering, biting his lip and smiling as his head slips forward into james’ collar. he’s boneless, james completely holding him upright against his chest; kissing his cheek and telling him he’s so good for taking both of them. barty’s at his back, pulling a whimper out of him when he’s like, “think we’ll need to plug you after this reggie.” biting his shoulder blade and kissing it after, “you’ll be so empty without us, need something to help you feel full again”