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[tolinn]

I'm looking for a fic I've read a long time ago , pretty sure it's gone but I wanna still try. It was a Jegulus arranged marriage au James was widowed and had 5 yr old harry I'm not sure but it was probably a oneshot and there was also an explicit scene and also a scene with a maze or back garden idk James was a good few years older than regulus. pls help me find it🙏🙏🙏

[tolinn]

I'm looking for a fic I've read a long time ago , pretty sure it's gone but I wanna still try. It was a Jegulus arranged marriage au James was widowed and had 5 yr old harry I'm not sure but it was probably a oneshot and there was also an explicit scene and also a scene with a maze or back garden idk James was a good few years older than regulus. pls help me find it🙏🙏🙏

[fag4got]

"wow you talk about sucking cock a lot" um yeah. he plays with my hair while I do it and then pushes me down all the way on him so he can cum down my throat. need I say more..???? or ....????

[tolinn]

Regulus black reincarnated?😱

[fag4got]

excuse me?

[tolinn]

You heard me😼

[vamppuppyy]

Reblog if you agree 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

[tolinn]

:Regulus black

[fag4got]

"wow you talk about sucking cock a lot" um yeah. he plays with my hair while I do it and then pushes me down all the way on him so he can cum down my throat. need I say more..???? or ....????

[tolinn]

Regulus black reincarnated?😱

[thepiscesactor-deactivated20121]

Just an experiment. Reblog if you actually give a fuck about male victims of domestic violence and rape.

[minotaursauce]

Of fucking course

What sick bastard doesn’t

[dragon-in-a-stew]

Obviously????

[inspiredwriterstory]

The amount of people who think boys aren’t capable of being sexually assaulted and being a victim of domestic violence is wild. Like EVEN GOOGLE GIVES WOMEN ACCESS TO A NUMBER FOR HELP IF THEIR HUSBAND IS YELLING, BUT FOR MALES IT JUST LISTS OFF RANDOM BULLSHIT!

Now look, it doesnt happen as often as female sexual assault or domestic violence, IS WHAT I WOULD SAY.

People think Florida is wild cause of Florida man memes. But those originate from the fact Florida has open police record laws. If other states had that, you’d realize the amount of phsycopaths in America. Point I’m making?

JUST BECAUSE YOU HEAR ABOUT SOMETHING MORE DOESNT MEAN THE OTHER STUFF DOESNT HAPPEN!

This kinda shit happens all the time, but because of a mix of past stereotypes and people not giving a shit, you only hear about one side taking the shots.

People will experience terrible things no matter their gender, what matters is acknowledging it and helping

[tolinn]

*sees jegulus*

ah yes this will do lovely

have a star! ⭐️

It's nice seeing somebody else crazy about them😭 I love you

[angarchive]

super cool caption here

[chericheribaby]

Jegulus "hear me out" cake but it's just Regulus putting Fleamont's picture on it over and over again

[georgeismexx]

Jegulus fucking all night and regulus is so sore he can only sit on James' dick. at breakfast? He's getting spoonfuls of youghurt while on his lap. On the sopha? He's napping peacefully ,his head in the crook of james's neck while James is watching a movie. James is busy working ? Regulus cockwarming him till he's finished to give him the attention he needs. you also best believe it's james's favourite thing in the world

😍😍 You best believe I’m taking inspiration from that 🤭 (if that’s okay ofccc)

[moon-and-star-illustrations]

Jegulus fluff

[tolinn]

Love love love

[jamesontheoutside]

Reg calling James “Jamie” is my equivalent of cocain

[jamesontheoutside]

Reg calling James “Jamie” is my equivalent of cocain

[byldthings]

[tolinn]

Babiessss🥺🥺🥺

[bloodbruise]

thinking about regulus getting to be chest to chest with james for the first time after top surgery. no binder, no tape, just skin against skin. they’re so much closer now, and james is beaming at him—almost blinding, so regulus can’t help but match him.

they probably look so stupid, arms wrapped around each other, giggling into each other’s faces. and regulus is trying to keep it together, he really is, but he’s been waiting for this for so long. and because james is james, he’s saying something so unbelievably tender, “this is how it was always meant to be,” like it’s the most obvious thing in the world, and regulus is just absolutely done for.

[ecstarry]

@jegulus-microfic / pottery / 314 words / @sixlane @velanavis

“Okay open your eyes.” Regulus dropped his hands from James’ eyes to his waist. 

“Reg, this is—” James kept glancing between Regulus and the scene in front of him. They were in a small studio, with a pottery wheel in the center and two seats facing each other.

“I have my moments too, you know.” Regulus smiled, guiding James to the chair opposite him. “Alexa, play Unchained Melody.”

He expected James to laugh at his cheesiness, but instead, James gave him the sweetest, most grateful smile he’d ever seen. For the first time since they had started dating, James Potter was speechless.

Regulus had spent the past month taking pottery classes to surprise James with an early birthday present. He rested his chin on James’ shoulder, intertwined their fingers, and slowly began to work the clay together.

Woah, my love, my darling

I've hungered, hungered for your touch

They stayed in silence, quiet laughs escaping their lips as they got messier and closer. Regulus traced tender kisses along James’ skin, basking in his lovely giggles.

As the song ended, James finally spoke, “How did you know?”

“Don’t kill Sirius, but he was the one who told me that Ghost is your comfort movie… I just wanted to make you feel special.”

James stopped molding the clay and turned to face Regulus. Without thinking, he cupped Regulus’ face with his messy hands. He quickly realized what he had done, and was about to pull his hands back, but Regulus gently held them in place.

“You don’t mind?”

“I never do with you.”

James smiled and slowly leaned in to kiss Regulus. It was messy and hungry, as if it were their first kiss, as if they hadn’t made love the night before, as if this wasn’t simply another lifetime where they had found each other.

“I love you,” they both whispered at the same time.

[static-radio-ao3]

jegulus microfic // words: 1.5k // cw: drinking, implied sexual content

sometimes you just have to make out with a hot guy at a party and if that hot guy happens to be your best friend's brother, well...

James watches with laser focus as Regulus’ tongue slips from between his lips. He has a half-done cigarette in his fine-boned fingers and licks a long stripe along the length of the rolling paper.

Regulus rolls it up with practiced ease, making James' eye twitch, and he passes the cigarette off to Barty.

“Thanks, baby boy,” Barty says as he pushes himself off the too-low couch across the room and wanders to the open window so he can lean outside to smoke.

He flicks open his mildly offensive lighter and James nearly wishes Barty would take a little tumble, but his horniness hasn’t quite shifted into homicidal tendencies so he takes a steadying breath and tells himself to fucking relax.

His eyes shift back to Regulus, who is rolling a new cigarette, presumably for Evan. James wishes he could zoom in, just to get a closer look at how nimbly Regulus spreads the tobacco in the rolling paper.

“You know, you could at least pretend to listen to me,” Sirius complains with a shove to James’ shoulder. His beer nearly sloshes out of the bottle with the sudden movement.

“Sorry. I was,” James says. “Listening, I mean. Not pretending to. I got… distracted.”

“What on earth could be more important than me right now?” Sirius questions, shifting in his seat and pressing his cheek against James’ so he can follow his line of sight. His skin is soft and warm and the familiar scent of amberwood fills James’ nostrils.

It doesn’t take long for Sirius to realize what James was zeroed in on. “No,” he gasps, falling back into his seat with a betrayed gasp.

“I’m just—” James starts, but Sirius’ withering look silences him with ease.

“Just what?”

“Just looking!”

“Look elsewhere! Literally anyone else, I beg of you.”

“Remus,” James says immediately, eyebrow raised in a challenge.

Sirius’ face falls minutely. “Okay, except for Remus.” His eyes shift off to the side, as if picturing something, and then he adds, “Although…”

“No,” James is quick to interrupt. He shoves Sirius’ face away for good measure, fingers damp with condensation from his glass beer bottle. “Nip that thought right in the bud.”

“Whose butt are we nipping?” Remus asks, because of course he chooses this very moment to reappear. He stands in front of them, hands on his hips and eyebrow cocked.

Sirius turns to face Remus, not unlike a flower to the sun or a moth to a flame.

“James is ogling my brother.” His tone is accusatory and petty, but his eyes are molten ice when he looks at Remus.

Remus leans in to press a quick kiss against Sirius’ waiting mouth and James also purses his lips in a mocking invitation, but Remus settles for flicking his forehead instead.

He surveys the seating arrangement and after a moment, he settles on the armrest of the couch. It’d be a tight fit with the three of them on there and the party is keeling on the wrong side of too hot. A smoky haze fills the room and the thumping bass makes the floor hum with every song.

“Ogling is a strong word,” James argues. “I think admiring is more accurate.”

“From a distance. A long, long distance. In fact,” Sirius says as he turns to face James again, “how about we move to another room?”

“Actually,” Remus says, “that’s precisely why I came here… Do you wanna…?” He lets the sentence trail off suggestively, fingers slipping into the ripped fabric of Sirius’ jeans. James watches as a barely-there shiver skitters its way up Sirius’ spine and his eyes flutter shut at the slight touch.

Sirius wastes no time shoving his full beer bottle into James’ hands while Remus gets up. Over Sirius’ shoulder, James mouths a silent thank you at Remus, who simply winks at him in return.

Sirius wiggles his fingers at Remus in a silent request to be pulled off the couch, but before they leave James to his thoughts, Sirius whirls on him again. “No funny business with my brother, okay?”

“None at all,” James swears as solemnly as he can. Hands full with Sirius’ discarded drink and his own, he settles for mentally crossing his fingers.

“All by your lonesome, Potter?” Regulus asks, dropping onto the couch with a quiet oof. James glances up just in time to see his best friends disappear around a corner.

His eyes settle on Regulus, on the dark shade of his shirt and how it brings out his eyes. And his collarbones.

James hums, not quite trusting his voice. He takes a sip of his beer for liquid courage and if it turns into more of a swig, well, who’s to say?

“Knocking ‘em back pretty fast, huh?”

“This one’s Sirius’. He disappeared with Remus to go do unspeakable things to each other’s bodies.”

“Might need to steal that from you just to get that image out of my head,” Regulus says, those nimble fingers James was eyeing earlier appearing in front of him and deftly plucking the bottle from James’ hand. “Thank you very much.”

“I do hate to suffer alone,” James says, tipping his own beer toward Regulus in a cheer.

“Can’t have that, can we?” And Regulus taps their bottles together.

The clink of the glass is drowned out by the loud music —something about releasing one’s inhibitions?— but James feels it down to his bones.

“Enjoying the party?” James asks, wincing as soon as the words leave his mouth. He brings the bottle to his lips again just to keep more stupid words from tumbling out, letting them fall into the drink instead.

“Come on, Potter, your game has to be better than that,” Regulus says, head lolling on the back of the couch lazily. His hair tousles with the movement, careless waves of inky black spilling across his forehead.

“What do you mean?” James asks, hands tightening around his drink to keep from doing something insane like reaching out and fixing Regulus’ hair.

“Everyone knows you never leave a party alone. No way people fall for that line.”

“It’s not a line.”

“No?” Regulus asks, sitting up straight again. “You genuinely want to know if I’m enjoying the party?”

James hums. Lifts his shoulders in a shrug. A wordless What can I say?

“Well, that’s disappointing.”

Regulus’ mouth, usually down-turned, tugs down even more. It would look like a pout if it weren’t for the fact that the corners of his mouth twitched in amusement.

“You wanted me to use a line on you?” James asks.

This time, Regulus hums. Lifts his shoulders in a shrug. A wordless What can I say?

“This might surprise you, but I don’t need to use lines on people to get them to come home with me. Some people are into me, if you’ll believe it.”

Regulus’ face says that he does believe it. His mouth says, “Maybe you can give me some pointers on mine, then.”

James scoffs, turned on beyond belief and trying valiantly to drown it out. “Happy to.”

“Good.”

“Good.”

“Great.”

They’d inched together unknowingly until the space between them had shrunk to near-nonexistence. The world starts and ends in the breath between their faces, Regulus’ lips a focal point.

Instead of replying again, James catches Regulus’ mouth in a kiss, hot and heavy from the beginning. He blindly sets his drink aside and hopes that it doesn’t get knocked over. Then again, he has other things on his mind than potentially staining the carpet.

With both hands free, he is able to shift on the couch. One hand comes up to cradle the back of Regulus’ head while the other moves to his hip as if magnetic. He can’t help the thrill of excitement when he realizes his hand fits just right.

He faintly hears someone whoop but then Regulus’ hands shift from James’ back to the sides of his face. He gently knocks his glasses askew in the process, but that’s fine. James doesn’t need to be able to see to do this.

There is nothing else in the world but this. Them.

Eventually, Regulus’ hands end up in his hair, and he pulls James back with a mean fist.

“What?” James asks, punched out and breathless.

Regulus doesn’t say anything, just pushes James back against the couch and moves to straddle him. It takes James no time to get with the program, hands changing course to settle on Regulus’ thighs.

James isn’t sure how much time passes. All he’s sure of is the comforting weight of Regulus on his lap, the feel of Regulus’ tongue in his mouth, and the warmth of Regulus’ hands on his face.

The earth could explode and James is fairly sure he wouldn’t realize, too caught up in the heady path Regulus is tracking down the side of his neck.

A needy sound spills from his mouth, hands clenching on Regulus’ things, and Regulus is quick to meet him in another kiss.

“James!” Sirius’ voice filters into his ears from somewhere behind him a lifetime later and the sound of the party rushes back in pieces.

Music.

Chatter.

The crash of a vase toppling over.

“I told you, no funny business!” Sirius whines, reaching out to smack the back of James’ head, and James can’t help the way he bites into Regulus’ lip on impact.

With a disgruntled groan, Regulus pulls back. “We’re not laughing,” he says, lips pink and breath stolen.

Sirius’ reply is indignant, surely, but James can’t hear anything except for the sound of his heart thundering in his ears when Regulus leans in again to kiss him.

He’ll apologize in the morning.

Or not.