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Hear me out… rosestarkillerchaser but James is the mean dom… he stopped bullying people because his parents advised him to (his parents are number one then his boyfriends) but he had so much mean in him left Hes bossing everyone around. Fucking them so rough and nasty. Making them do what he says. Regulus gets the worse. Barty next then Evan because James and Evan kind of dom together

omg, you have been heard. this is amazing. I strongly agree that pent-up mean energy manifests into him becoming a dom.

-Regulus getting the worst of it is so real. It's possibly because he's the easiest for James to get a handle on. He just needs to call Regulus a good boy and he'll do whatever James wants him to. But he's also the one that likes being the brattiest. He believes he should be spoiled, that everything should be placed in the palm of his hand. When he doesn't get what he wants, he throws a fit.

James loves throwing regulus over his lap and making him count as he spanks him. Then he'll have regulus look him in the eye and apologise (which regulus hates doing). Regulus is almost always kneeling at James' side after a punishment. It's kind of for both of them, James gets his ego boosted and regulus gets to show his devotion.

-Barty is very different, he doesn't break rules because he's spoiled. He breaks rules because he wants to and it irritates James to no end. Barty is mouthy, mouthier than most people. The only way to get him to shut up is to put something in his mouth, a dick being the main 'something'. While getting his throat fucked isn't necessarily a punishment, not being able to pass an annoying remark is.

He is always being gagged. Always. Ball gags are James' personal favourite because he can still hear barty's moans and barty drools around it. He's also chained up a lot because his hands have a tendency to wander to places James didn't allow them to be.

-With evan, I always see it as evan domming James, so maybe evan would kind of be the control in the relationship. He'll step in to boss James around when he feels like it. He basically makes sure James' ego doesn't inflate too much. Sometimes, he'll come home to regulus over James' lap and James is so focused that he doesn't even realise it until evan is telling reg to leave.

"Why did you stop me? I was punishing him. He broke a rule."

"James, what did I tell you to do?"

"Not to punish them when you're not home.."

"Oh, you can listen. So why should you punish them when you don't follow your own rules?"

Evan has soooooooo much fun with him. he let's Regulus and Barty use him as their toy and then gets regulus and barty to put on a show for James to watch. The three of them fuck each other and all James is allowed to do is watch.

this had sort of a twist ending? Sorry if that's not what you wanted, I'm kind of struggling with asks at the moment, I'm sooo drained so I'm just typing and hoping it's good lol🫶

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nsfw

Barty 'whore' Crouch Jr. with a humiliation kink.

Evan 'slut' Rosier with a blood kink.

James 'daddy' Potter with an oral fixation.

Regulus 'good boy' Black with a praise kink.

and they all fuck each other in every combo

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barty calls james mi amor because it's the only spanish he knows

james calls regulus mon étoile because he already calls sirius mi estrella

regulus calls evan mine because he is a possessive bastard

evan calls barty whore because he is a whore

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the inside of james’s thighs are always covered in hickeys

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I believe in regulus black who is super bitchy when going through cock withdrawals. evan who has to let regulus have evan's dick in his mouth so he'll stop whining. remus who has to fuck him twice a day or else regulus will start snapping at people. barty who constantly has regulus sitting on his cock completely satiated and happy. I believe in regulus black who is either so cock drunk he can't talk or miserable without one. in short I believe regulus black to be a whore.

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a moment of silence, please, for the image of regulus pushing James down and straddling him. His hair falling perfectly as he looks down at James. Grinding down in small figure eights, telling James, "I've been good, haven't I? I deserve to take what I need, Jamie." And James is just staring, nodding along wordlessly, ready to agree to whatever regulus wants of him.

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fic idea where regulus is james’ therapist & james talks a looot about sirius but he never mentions him by name and uses analogies for sirius’ situation bc sirius asked him not to share his personal details. so regulus calls james out on this best friend being imaginary bc he sounds too made up to be real. james being who he is forces sirius to go with him to one session to prove to regulus that his best friend is a real person. all hell breaks lose

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dirtbag runners b-sides: tuesday afternoon | 1.8k

James is irritated and he fucking wants.

James and Barty did zone 2 training this afternoon, a long looping run that ended at Barty’s place. It was just this side of too slow. James is antsy sitting next to Barty on the couch in the living room, the two of them are watching whatever Reg put on before he left. All James can think about is Barty sitting next to him, whipcord legs just out, wearing his godforsaken slut running shorts. He wants. 

James reaches over, puts his hand on Barty’s leg and traces small circles with his thumb just above Barty’s knee. Barty doesn’t react, doesn’t tense up, doesn’t look at James at all. James dips his fingers to trace up and down the back of Barty’s knee, where the skin is soft. He hooks his fingers up into Barty’s taught hamstring and digs his nails in, leaves crescent shaped bruises that map to his hands. Barty looks bored, just watching TV, relaxed as if he was sitting alone. 

James needs to get a reaction out of him. His slides his hand further up Barty’s thigh, stopping midway, right on the edge of what could be considered indecent. He kneads at Barty’s quad, works his thumb into a knot he cal feel, tight under the skin. He presses hard enough that Barty’s breath hitches but otherwise he’s acting like James isn’t in the room.

James has to be the center of attention. He backs off with a gentle squeeze and returns to running light circles across the top of Barty’s knee. Barty still won’t look at him. James stills his hand, fingers wrapping long around the Barty’s thigh, and just holds. He lets his hand sit on Barty’s leg until they can both feel their skin get warm at the contact. Barty is still under his hand, hasn’t even looked up from his phone. James is irritated and he fucking wants. 

 James taps his fingers, pressing them in a little bit, watches Barty’s skin turn white under the pressure. When that doesn’t work, James gives in to the spiky, burning feeling in his belly and pulls the hair on Barty’s thigh, sharp and hard. Barty shifts on the couch, a finally a little restless. Barty looks over at him, face flat, unimpressed. James stares back, a tiny smirk dancing at the corners of his mouth, he’s winning now. 

James goes back to just lightly petting over Barty’s inner thigh, Barty elbows him hard in the side for his efforts but now that he knows, he can be patient. He wants to make Barty wait. When James stills his hand again, Barty pouts and lets his legs drop open. James huffs a laugh and scratches up Barty’s inner thigh leaving a trail of long red marks for a reminder for later as he drags his hand up. Barty lets out the beginning of a sigh before covering it with a fake yawn. James wants more, wants Barty to give him everything. 

He dips his fingers under the hem of Barty’s shorts, let’s himself play with the elastic hem of the liner, fingers pushing at it idly before it smoothing back, teasing at the hair caught between the fabric and and his fingers. It reminds him of Sirius’s panties. At the thought, James pulls the elastic and lets it snap back, harsh on the soft skin at the crease of Barty’s thigh. A low groan escapes from behind Barty’s clenched teeth. Barty’s trying to steel himself, he’d rather die than just give James what he wants. James has taken an irrefutable lead. 

Barty’s getting hard, has been getting hard since James first dug his nails in. James has big hands. Long fingers, broad across the knuckles leading up to tanned, musclebound forearms. Barty is, quite honestly, pissed at how big James’ hand is, how unrelenting. Barty reaches down to adjust himself, sliding his own hand into his shorts, his fingers briefly brushing against James’s through the liner, moving his dick so the head is just peaking over his waistband, pressed against his belly.

James runs his fingers up and down the underside of Barty’s cock through the liner, a facsimile of how this whole thing started. The touch is so gentle Barty feels like he’s being burned. James feels Barty tense and relax under him so he twists his hand up under the liner and cups him. Despite himself, Barty’s mouth drops open. 

James’ hand sits heavy and hot. He fingers at the head of Barty’s cock, sweeping his thumb across his slit, feeling where he’s starting to drip. James squeezes once, edging on the side of too hard, a little mean about it, before pulling his hand back completely. Barty whines. At the sound James looks up from where his eyes were burning holes into Barty’s lap. His smile could cut glass. 

“Is something wrong?” 

Barty’s heart rate is ticking up, he’s waiting for his Garmin to ping saying he needs to take a deep breath. He can feel thick fingers wrap around him again and he looks up to meet James’ eyes. James tightens his grip but still doesn’t move. He whimpers and bucks his hips, tries to get some friction but James won’t let him go far, forearm pressing his hip back down into the couch. Barty doesn’t answer, won’t give James that satisfaction. 

James thinks even if he never won a race ever again after this he could still die happy knowing he got to have Barty squirming and panting under his hand. James squeezes him for a second time, but still doesn’t move. He doesn’t want to rush, not when he finally has what he wants, not when he can make Barty ask for it. He leans over and starts mouthing at Barty’s neck, leaving wet kisses as he works his way up to trail his tongue on the shell of his ear. 

“C’mon baby tell me what’s wrong?” 

Barty thinks he’s falling behind but that he can keep up the game for a bit longer. James pulls his earlobe into his mouth, teeth catching, stubble scratching against his neck. Then James sucks a mean mark on the hollow under his ear between his jaw and Barty knows, knows he already lost. 

“James, please.”

James laughs, victorious, and manhandles Barty into his lap, long legs straddling his hips. He whips off his own shirt then tugs off Barty’s. He pulls Barty’s shorts down just far enough to pull him out, tucking the waist band back up under his balls. Barty feels slutty, looking like a whore sitting in James’ lap with his hard cock hanging out in his goddamn living room, hoping that Evan and Reg don’t walk in the door. James fucking loves winning. 

James uses one hand to cup the back of Barty’s head, thumb pressed tight under the hinge of his jaw, fingers wrapping around the back of his neck. He pulls him forward until they’re forehead to forehead. He wraps the other back around Barty’s cock, lets Barty loop his arms over his shoulders around his neck. They’re eye to eye and panting into each other’s mouths, James looks unbearably smug. 

“Aww princess, you’re blushing.” The condescending, smirking tone makes Barty want to scream in his face. He settles for biting the ball of James’s shoulder hard enough to leave a perfect set of teeth bruised into the skin. 

James groans and finally starts to jerk Barty off in earnest. James spits over the head of Barty’s cock, once then twice, makes it wet, makes it his, and then kisses Barty, mouth open, all tongue and teeth. Barty's whining into James’ mouth, giving up any remaining pretense that he could both take the L and maintain his dignity.

James pulls back and moves his thumb to the corner Barty’s mouth. Barty turns his face, slipping James’s thumb past his open lips, allowing him to hook it into Barty’s cheek as Barty sucks. James is muttering filth about how how Barty just needed to be put in his place, how desperate he is, how easy, how needy, how sweet. Barty is teetering on a knife’s edge when James squeezes the back of his neck and whispers that he’s being so good for him. Barty’s eyes are wet and his hands clench in James hair. 

“Yeah? Gonna come? Lemme hear you.” 

Barty can only nod as James speeds up his hand and tightens his grip just enough. Barty comes with a moan, spilling over James’ knuckles and onto the dark hair running down James’ belly into his shorts. James works him through it, kinder and gentler than either of them were expecting. 

Eventually James stops and puts his fingers into Barty’s mouth, eyes hot on Barty’s face as he makes Barty taste himself. Barty is about to offer to blow him when James wraps his free arm around Barty’s waist and pulls him down hard into his lap. James grinds up, fast and dirty, breathing hard into Barty’s neck. Barty sucks hard at his fingers, sloppy and wet, before talking around them. 

“Yeah James? That’s all it’s gonna take?” 

James bites down hard on Barty’s shoulder, hips stuttering as he comes in his shorts against Barty’s ass. He takes his hand out of Barty’s mouth, cards it gently through his hair, before settling warm and solid to cup the base of his skull.

“Fuck you B. ‘That’s all it’s gonna take?’ Get the fuck out of here,” James is laughing into Barty’s shoulder. 

James picks his head up and they meet each other’s gaze. Barty leans forward and they kiss, deep and filthy and sated. James presses a final love bite to Barty’s collarbone before looking up at Barty from under his eyelashes — big, brown, cow eyes wide and glinting. 

“I like you.” 

“No shit Jamie, you like me so much you just came in your shorts like a teenager.” 

James twists out from under Barty, wrestles him back against the couch, catching his wrists in one hand over his head. He’s giggling, nosing up under Barty’s jaw. 

“Shut the fuck up, you’re the worst.” 

Barty wriggles out of James’s grasp and pulls James further on top of him, pressing James’s face into the hollow between his neck and shoulder, hands smoothing down James’s back. 

“Aww don’t be like that. You like me, remember? Thought you wanted to hear me.”  

James is smiling wide, Barty can feel it against his neck.

“Fuck dude, can I tell you a secret?” 

Barty’s heart thumps in his chest. 

“Yeah.” 

“You’re my favorite.” 

Barty plays with the short curls at the nape of James’ neck with a quiet, pleased smile. 

“I’m gonna remind you of that when I beat you on Sunday.” 

James laughs. He presses his face further into Barty’s neck, lips dragging against skin as he says,

“B, as long as you wear those shorts, you can do whatever you want on Sunday.” 

Barty rolls his eyes so hard it almost hurts. Pink cheeked and grinning madly up at the ceiling, he’s grateful to a god he no longer believes in that James can’t see his face. He tilts his head down so his lips are right by James’ ear. 

“You’re such a fucking cunt, Jesus Christ.” 

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art | writing | ao3

stoners series | sirius and his dirtbag stoner boyfriend remus

when I'm clumsy, you shimmer | remus keeps giving sirius UTIs walking in love | a wee slice of life after the farmer's market

i love the way you turn to me | sirius is pretty, remus pierces their ear

read the room | james absolutely cannot fuck his roommate's brother

your heart is heavy and red | sirius plays with remus

runners series | james and barty hate each other and kiss about it

part i | james hated barty. barty hated james. part ii | james can taste barty's blood on the back of his teeth tuesday afternoon | james is irritated and he fucking wants after dark | aftercare microfic asking for it | barty and james are fighting, for real this time

microfics

buzzcut | sirius's hair is matted, dirty with blood and grief always forever | sirius and remus make coffee in october by the end he only had himself | remus is grieving i don't know what you want me to say | james and lily break up left waiting | james is anxious about regulus

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" 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐏𝐏𝐋𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐉𝐎𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 "

— " 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐏𝐏𝐋𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐉𝐎𝐑 " , A collection of yandere oc's, who're from the same world !! They're all apart of the same friend group . .

return to previous | requesting rules | advent . .

𝐘𝐎𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐈 𝐌𝐈𝐊𝐀𝐌𝐈 , Insomniac yandere . . Nsfw!Character information | Introduction . .

♡. nsfw/submissive!yandere [ gn reader ] the goodiest boy <3

♡. nsfw/submissive!yandere [ fem-bodied reader ] he eats you out <3

𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐀𝐒 𝐁𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐘 , jock yandere . . Nsfw!Character Information | Introduction . .

♡. nsfw/submissive!yandere [gn reader] Lucas gets a little carried away in the locker rooms . . .

♡. suggestive [gn reader] all things hickies !!

𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐎𝐓 𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐄 , bully victim yandere . . Nsfw!Character Information | Introduction . .

♡. nsfw/submissive!yandere [gn reader] reader carves their name into his skin . . .

♡. nsfw/submissive!yandere [gn reader] overstimulating him <3

@ rxmye , do not repost, plagiarize, translate, or adapt my work/theme without prior permission and or confirmation.

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Barty: Like, all I want is for a guy to choke me and then kiss me and tell me I'm beautiful, like is the TOO MUCH to ask for!?

Regulus: Evan is RIGHT THERE! will you shut the FUCK Up!

Evan:

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dirtbag runners b-sides: tuesday afternoon | 1.8k

James is irritated and he fucking wants.

James and Barty did zone 2 training this afternoon, a long looping run that ended at Barty’s place. It was just this side of too slow. James is antsy sitting next to Barty on the couch in the living room, the two of them are watching whatever Reg put on before he left. All James can think about is Barty sitting next to him, whipcord legs just out, wearing his godforsaken slut running shorts. He wants. 

James reaches over, puts his hand on Barty’s leg and traces small circles with his thumb just above Barty’s knee. Barty doesn’t react, doesn’t tense up, doesn’t look at James at all. James dips his fingers to trace up and down the back of Barty’s knee, where the skin is soft. He hooks his fingers up into Barty’s taught hamstring and digs his nails in, leaves crescent shaped bruises that map to his hands. Barty looks bored, just watching TV, relaxed as if he was sitting alone. 

James needs to get a reaction out of him. His slides his hand further up Barty’s thigh, stopping midway, right on the edge of what could be considered indecent. He kneads at Barty’s quad, works his thumb into a knot he cal feel, tight under the skin. He presses hard enough that Barty’s breath hitches but otherwise he’s acting like James isn’t in the room.

James has to be the center of attention. He backs off with a gentle squeeze and returns to running light circles across the top of Barty’s knee. Barty still won’t look at him. James stills his hand, fingers wrapping long around the Barty’s thigh, and just holds. He lets his hand sit on Barty’s leg until they can both feel their skin get warm at the contact. Barty is still under his hand, hasn’t even looked up from his phone. James is irritated and he fucking wants. 

 James taps his fingers, pressing them in a little bit, watches Barty’s skin turn white under the pressure. When that doesn’t work, James gives in to the spiky, burning feeling in his belly and pulls the hair on Barty’s thigh, sharp and hard. Barty shifts on the couch, a finally a little restless. Barty looks over at him, face flat, unimpressed. James stares back, a tiny smirk dancing at the corners of his mouth, he’s winning now. 

James goes back to just lightly petting over Barty’s inner thigh, Barty elbows him hard in the side for his efforts but now that he knows, he can be patient. He wants to make Barty wait. When James stills his hand again, Barty pouts and lets his legs drop open. James huffs a laugh and scratches up Barty’s inner thigh leaving a trail of long red marks for a reminder for later as he drags his hand up. Barty lets out the beginning of a sigh before covering it with a fake yawn. James wants more, wants Barty to give him everything. 

He dips his fingers under the hem of Barty’s shorts, let’s himself play with the elastic hem of the liner, fingers pushing at it idly before it smoothing back, teasing at the hair caught between the fabric and and his fingers. It reminds him of Sirius’s panties. At the thought, James pulls the elastic and lets it snap back, harsh on the soft skin at the crease of Barty’s thigh. A low groan escapes from behind Barty’s clenched teeth. Barty’s trying to steel himself, he’d rather die than just give James what he wants. James has taken an irrefutable lead. 

Barty’s getting hard, has been getting hard since James first dug his nails in. James has big hands. Long fingers, broad across the knuckles leading up to tanned, musclebound forearms. Barty is, quite honestly, pissed at how big James’ hand is, how unrelenting. Barty reaches down to adjust himself, sliding his own hand into his shorts, his fingers briefly brushing against James’s through the liner, moving his dick so the head is just peaking over his waistband, pressed against his belly.

James runs his fingers up and down the underside of Barty’s cock through the liner, a facsimile of how this whole thing started. The touch is so gentle Barty feels like he’s being burned. James feels Barty tense and relax under him so he twists his hand up under the liner and cups him. Despite himself, Barty’s mouth drops open. 

James’ hand sits heavy and hot. He fingers at the head of Barty’s cock, sweeping his thumb across his slit, feeling where he’s starting to drip. James squeezes once, edging on the side of too hard, a little mean about it, before pulling his hand back completely. Barty whines. At the sound James looks up from where his eyes were burning holes into Barty’s lap. His smile could cut glass. 

“Is something wrong?” 

Barty’s heart rate is ticking up, he’s waiting for his Garmin to ping saying he needs to take a deep breath. He can feel thick fingers wrap around him again and he looks up to meet James’ eyes. James tightens his grip but still doesn’t move. He whimpers and bucks his hips, tries to get some friction but James won’t let him go far, forearm pressing his hip back down into the couch. Barty doesn’t answer, won’t give James that satisfaction. 

James thinks even if he never won a race ever again after this he could still die happy knowing he got to have Barty squirming and panting under his hand. James squeezes him for a second time, but still doesn’t move. He doesn’t want to rush, not when he finally has what he wants, not when he can make Barty ask for it. He leans over and starts mouthing at Barty’s neck, leaving wet kisses as he works his way up to trail his tongue on the shell of his ear. 

“C’mon baby tell me what’s wrong?” 

Barty thinks he’s falling behind but that he can keep up the game for a bit longer. James pulls his earlobe into his mouth, teeth catching, stubble scratching against his neck. Then James sucks a mean mark on the hollow under his ear between his jaw and Barty knows, knows he already lost. 

“James, please.”

James laughs, victorious, and manhandles Barty into his lap, long legs straddling his hips. He whips off his own shirt then tugs off Barty’s. He pulls Barty’s shorts down just far enough to pull him out, tucking the waist band back up under his balls. Barty feels slutty, looking like a whore sitting in James’ lap with his hard cock hanging out in his goddamn living room, hoping that Evan and Reg don’t walk in the door. James fucking loves winning. 

James uses one hand to cup the back of Barty’s head, thumb pressed tight under the hinge of his jaw, fingers wrapping around the back of his neck. He pulls him forward until they’re forehead to forehead. He wraps the other back around Barty’s cock, lets Barty loop his arms over his shoulders around his neck. They’re eye to eye and panting into each other’s mouths, James looks unbearably smug. 

“Aww princess, you’re blushing.” The condescending, smirking tone makes Barty want to scream in his face. He settles for biting the ball of James’s shoulder hard enough to leave a perfect set of teeth bruised into the skin. 

James groans and finally starts to jerk Barty off in earnest. James spits over the head of Barty’s cock, once then twice, makes it wet, makes it his, and then kisses Barty, mouth open, all tongue and teeth. Barty's whining into James’ mouth, giving up any remaining pretense that he could both take the L and maintain his dignity.

James pulls back and moves his thumb to the corner Barty’s mouth. Barty turns his face, slipping James’s thumb past his open lips, allowing him to hook it into Barty’s cheek as Barty sucks. James is muttering filth about how how Barty just needed to be put in his place, how desperate he is, how easy, how needy, how sweet. Barty is teetering on a knife’s edge when James squeezes the back of his neck and whispers that he’s being so good for him. Barty’s eyes are wet and his hands clench in James hair. 

“Yeah? Gonna come? Lemme hear you.” 

Barty can only nod as James speeds up his hand and tightens his grip just enough. Barty comes with a moan, spilling over James’ knuckles and onto the dark hair running down James’ belly into his shorts. James works him through it, kinder and gentler than either of them were expecting. 

Eventually James stops and puts his fingers into Barty’s mouth, eyes hot on Barty’s face as he makes Barty taste himself. Barty is about to offer to blow him when James wraps his free arm around Barty’s waist and pulls him down hard into his lap. James grinds up, fast and dirty, breathing hard into Barty’s neck. Barty sucks hard at his fingers, sloppy and wet, before talking around them. 

“Yeah James? That’s all it’s gonna take?” 

James bites down hard on Barty’s shoulder, hips stuttering as he comes in his shorts against Barty’s ass. He takes his hand out of Barty’s mouth, cards it gently through his hair, before settling warm and solid to cup the base of his skull.

“Fuck you B. ‘That’s all it’s gonna take?’ Get the fuck out of here,” James is laughing into Barty’s shoulder. 

James picks his head up and they meet each other’s gaze. Barty leans forward and they kiss, deep and filthy and sated. James presses a final love bite to Barty’s collarbone before looking up at Barty from under his eyelashes — big, brown, cow eyes wide and glinting. 

“I like you.” 

“No shit Jamie, you like me so much you just came in your shorts like a teenager.” 

James twists out from under Barty, wrestles him back against the couch, catching his wrists in one hand over his head. He’s giggling, nosing up under Barty’s jaw. 

“Shut the fuck up, you’re the worst.” 

Barty wriggles out of James’s grasp and pulls James further on top of him, pressing James’s face into the hollow between his neck and shoulder, hands smoothing down James’s back. 

“Aww don’t be like that. You like me, remember? Thought you wanted to hear me.”  

James is smiling wide, Barty can feel it against his neck.

“Fuck dude, can I tell you a secret?” 

Barty’s heart thumps in his chest. 

“Yeah.” 

“You’re my favorite.” 

Barty plays with the short curls at the nape of James’ neck with a quiet, pleased smile. 

“I’m gonna remind you of that when I beat you on Sunday.” 

James laughs. He presses his face further into Barty’s neck, lips dragging against skin as he says,

“B, as long as you wear those shorts, you can do whatever you want on Sunday.” 

Barty rolls his eyes so hard it almost hurts. Pink cheeked and grinning madly up at the ceiling, he’s grateful to a god he no longer believes in that James can’t see his face. He tilts his head down so his lips are right by James’ ear. 

“You’re such a fucking cunt, Jesus Christ.” 

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asking for it

jarty | fighting | 1100 words for @sixlane ♥️

James is running captain’s practice and Barty is just sauntering in late. Lips swollen, cheeks flushed, he’s clearly just-fucked. James thinks he might be able to see fucking come in his hair. Barty looks good. James is furious.

Barty takes one look at James’s face, jaw clenched, eyes tracking the marks running down his neck and knows he’s about to have some fun. 

“Like what you see Jamie?” 

“Are you serious?” James’s voice is flat, he’s looking at Barty like he’s a piece of garbage on the side of the road. 

Barty raises his eyebrows, a smile dancing at the corner of his mouth, dimple threatening to pop out. “Of course I’m serious.”  

James sucks his teeth, “No Barty. I do not like what I fucking see.” 

“Aww—are you jealous?”

James barks at him. “Who was it.” 

“You don’t know them.” Barty’s dimple is fully visible now. 

“I don’t know them.” James licks his teeth while he stares at Barty. 

“Nope.” Barty pops the p, lying through his teeth.

James face spasms. “Why don’t I know them?” 

“Why don’t you know them?” Barty’s laughing now,  he can play this game all day. He knows it and he knows James knows it too. 

James knows who it was. “It was Evan.” 

If James hadn’t spent hours studying Barty he would have missed the flash in his eyes. 

“It was not Evan.” 

“You’re lying.” 

Barty hates being on the back foot but he’d rather die than tell James the truth. “I’m not lying.” 

James just fucking rolls his eyes. 

“Why are you fucking lying. It was Evan. You know I know that.” James’s voice is cutting as he continues, “Did he even look you in the face this time? Or did he just fuck you with dead eyes and tell you to get out when he decided to go back to murdering small animals or whatever the fuck he does all day” 

Barty hates him. That stung. Evan had fucked him, got him on his hands and knees, pushed his face into the sheets and told him to be quiet.

And he did kick him out. Said that Barty was being annoying and he needed him to go. Barty still had Evan’s cum dripping down the backs of his thighs as he crowded him out the door. 

“It was Regulus.”

James knows Barty is lying but he feels like he’s been slapped anyways. He spits the name back “Regulus.” 

“Yeah.” Barty knows the soft spot he wants to dig into, wants to make it hurt. 

James is starting to get proper angry now. “It was not fucking Regulus.” 

Barty sees the fire in James’s eyes and stokes it. “Jealousy is a good look on you. Might just give you enough motivation to keep up today.” 

James knows it was Evan. He knows Barty knows that he knows it was Evan. And he’s fucking livid. 

“Does it get you hard knowing that even though you love him he doesn’t give one single fuck about you? It’s the daddy issues right? God you’re so fucked up.” James can’t stop. “Must feel the same, down on your knees begging for anything he’ll give you. Did you learn that from watching your mom?” 

James is fucked, he should not have said that. He knew as he was saying it was too far, that he crossed the line. James only ever crosses this line with Barty. He hates that he loves crossing the line because it means he has 100% of Barty’s attention. 

Barty’s eyes are drilling into his face. Barty takes a step forward, his arm shoots out, fisting James’s shirt. He pulls him close, breath hot on James’s ear. 

“Jamie, baby, the only thing I learned from watching my mom was how to take a hit.” 

“Barty—” 

James barely gets the name out before he feels a fist connect with his nose. He hears the crunch before he even registers the pain. And then there’s a fist in his stomach. James’s fist is at Barty’s mouth before he can stop himself. 

Barty and James are fighting. For real this time. 

James thinks wildly for a second that he’s losing. Somehow he and Barty are on the ground. James on his back, Barty’s fist connecting with his face. He feels his cheekbone split under Barty’s knuckles. He feels Barty laughing on top of him. 

James hears Sirius in the distance yelling at them to stop, feet pounding on the track to come pull them apart. His face hurts. There’s blood dripping in eyes. 

He berates himself for forgetting that Barty fucking loves to fight. That Barty’s strong. That Barty is maybe the only person on earth who knows just how mean and angry James really is. That Barty’s the only one who could meet him on it, tit for tat.

Finally, Sirius gets his arms around Barty and yanks him back. Remus is stumbling forward at the sight of how much blood there was between the two of them. 

As Sirius fucking finally pulls him off, Barty leans forward and spits blood. It lands with a smack on James’ cheek and drips down the side of his face onto his neck. James can feel it, tacky, hot, and wet. He’s watching Barty watch him and feels sick from how much he likes it. 

Barty lets Sirius tug him away laughing, eyes burning, reading exactly how James feels from the look on his face.  “If you really wanted me to hit you, Jamie, you could have just asked.”

Sirius hisses something in Barty’s ear, shoves him further away as Remus finally gets to James. 

James’s ears are ringing. Remus’s face swimming in front of his as he pulls up to sitting.

“Prongs what the fuck was that about, Barty is fucking crazy, Jesus Christ.” Remus’s voice sounds a million miles away.

James doesn’t even know how to begin to say that this was his fault that he wanted it that he pushed and pushed and pushed until he got what he wanted.

“James, hey, James!” Remus is snapping his fingers in front of his face, trying to make sure he’s not concussed. 

Sirius squats down in front of them, takes James chin in his hand and waits for his eyes to focus. “James, bud, I sort of need you to pay attention to us right now.” 

James shakes his head and moves his hand to harshly wipe Barty’s bloody spit off his face. He pushes himself to his feet, black spots dancing in front of his eyes, and sees Barty booking it to his car. 

He looks at the team standing off the side of the track. 

“Practice is fucking canceled.” He barely grits it out before taking off towards the parking lot, Remus and Sirius staring after him in disbelief. 

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BURN, BABY, BURN — TOP MALE READER X TRAFALGAR LAW

synopsis. when omega! law gets thrown into burning heat after smelling one of your shirts, it's only sensible that the origin of his misfortune compensates for it. in this case, you, an alpha, have no choice but to pleasure him throughout his heat until he's well-pupped and satisfied.

tags. omega! law, alpha! reader. breeding (pups), knotting, mating press, stomach bulge, law has a pretty pussy, vaginal sex, biting, scenting

Law was burning up. 

He hadn’t meant to take a deep inhale of your scent lingering on the oversized hoodie you left at his room—it had been so darn tempting, you couldn’t blame him. But now there he was, lying on the bed and wearing it, pressing the collar to his nose to smell as his insides burned, ached with a searing need. 

He was conscious enough to understand what was going on, but his heat wasn’t due until next week and he had taken blockers, so something wasn’t adding up. Nothing could explain the way he woke up sweaty, cunt oozing with slick and skin itching for a certain touch, feeling safe because it was your scent that wrapped around him. 

“Fuck,” he moaned, eyes squeezing shut as the tip of his finger snaked into his boxers to tease his clit. He hadn’t even realised when he had taken off his pants, but the thick material of the hoodie was already suffocating him with a pleasant warmth, and only god knows if he’d die of a heat stroke right then if there was one more extra layer of clothing sticking to him. 

Law wanted. He wanted a nest of things that smelled good, one where his alpha could make fervent love to him in a blissful flurry of endorphins and pheromones, of cock and knot and more, more, more—

It felt so empty. Not enough. 

He blinked his eyes open to find his neatly arranged pillows and smoothed out bedsheets way too clean and bare, devoid of sin. The mouth-watering scent from the hoodie had slightly faded now that his scent had mingled with yours, and he found himself spreading his legs to a ghost of a figure. 

Law wanted to cry. 

He was so painfully wet, soaked enough to keep going for days on end, give his alpha pups, let you breed him and be so good for you—but he knew that was just wishful thinking. You would never want him. To you, he was just another friend. And there Law was, playing with himself to dirty, unholy thoughts of you claiming him, one good, strong bite on the neck would do, bloody canines sinking down into his swollen scent glands, marking him as yours—

His chest gave a lurch, and he shamefully pulled out his hand from his boxers, letting out a shiver as the skin-tight cloth slapped onto his oversensitive crotch. 

His alpha wasn’t interested. Law wasn’t good enough. No tits for suckling, a toned build that people often mistook for an alpha’s, a body not meant for mating. His alpha wasn’t interested, wasn’t there for him at his most vulnerable, and Law understood why. 

In a trance-like state, he half-dragged himself to his feet and shoved everything that smelled like you onto the bed—things that you had touched during your stay: books that your hands had once opened—the pages now lingering with scent, clothes that you had helped him fold—now they smelled faintly of you. There was the one lamp that sat at the corner of his desk—you had switched it on earlier, and he found himself pressing his nose to its knob, trying to catch a whiff of your scent. Almost anything would do.

He roughly piled them all onto the mattress to form a ring where he could sleep in the middle, desperate to fill the void in his wanting heart. 

Law woke up to a thick, comforting waft of pheromones that immediately flooded his senses. 

The fever that had been brewing inside him for the past few hours hadn’t simmered at all, and he rubbed his thighs together to feel slick running down them, viscous and sticky. There was a damp sensation on his cheeks, probably from crying himself to sleep, earlier. He didn’t feel good, he felt miserable, but the ache had now dulled. 

“Law?” 

His eyes snapped to the door. There was someone out there. Law couldn’t tell if they were an alpha or not, but no one, not even his crew, should be approaching him right now. Not when he was in this state. He had a reputation to maintain, he was a feared captain of the seas, one that sent men trembling to their knees, not a whiny, pathetic mess of a horny omega—

“It’s me. I—came back to get my hoodie. I think I left it here. Fuck, I can smell you from here. Are you okay?” 

Oh. 

His omega crooned softly as his thoughts cleared enough to register that yes, this was your voice, you were there for him, he was going to be okay. That was enough to ease the hurt in his chest and prompt an ungodly amount of slick leaking from his cunt, but whenever he opened his mouth to say something, all that came out were soft purrs that beckoned you closer, closer, inside. 

You persisted when he stayed quiet. “Are you in heat? Do you need anything? Should I… get someone to help you?” 

Law growled low in his throat at the absurdity of the suggestion—getting someone to help him when his alpha was right there. You had to be fucking insane to suggest that. 

“Come in,” he demanded, or more like tried to, because he had whined at the same time and it sounded more like a sultry moan. 

“W-what? I can’t. If you’re in heat, that would make it worse—” 

Law didn’t know if he wanted to laugh or cry. You were the only person out there who could ever soothe the agony his body was going through right now, and there you were, saying that you would make it worse by being near him. 

“Y/n-ya, please. I need you.” 

And then he did the next most despicable thing he wouldn’t ever do if he wasn’t in heat, wasn’t aching for his alpha’s touch. He craned his neck, purposefully letting out an obscene amount of pheromones, waiting for it to pervade his room before it seeped out from under the door. Making sure you could smell how much he needed you. 

“Law, are—are you sure about this?” Your voice was strained from holding back, and you wanted to take him already, mark his pretty neck up with purple teeth marks until he was sobbing with how good he was feeling, how full he felt. 

“Yes—hurry.” 

The creak of the door opening barely dawned on Law before it was slammed shut again, his alpha’s hands on the back of his legs, spreading them wide, feeling warm and smelling good. 

“Alpha,” he panted. “Alpha.” 

“You’re so fucking wet. Shit, are you wearing my hoodie? Is that mine?” 

Law nodded, not that he had a use for it anymore—you were right there, scent heavy and pressed up against him so close that he could almost feel the outline of your cock against his cunt. He wanted it inside, and it wasn’t happening fast enough. 

“Take everything off,” he murmured. “Inside, now, hurry, alpha—”  

You shrugged off your shirt and jeans before pulling your hoodie and Law’s boxers off—they were completely drenched, and you were certain that you could squeeze slick out if you twisted it. 

A needy whine cut your thoughts short. “Hurry!” 

“Wait—fuck, I need a condom, do you have any—?” 

Before you could finish, Law had reached up to wrap his arms around your neck, dragging you down for a wet, messy kiss. To your bewilderment, he had started nudging his lower half towards you, rutting his unclad cunt on your cock while he shuddered and whimpered into the kiss. 

“Want pups,” he pleaded, eyes glassy. “Can’t give you pups that way.” 

Carnal desire ripped through you at the thought of impregnating him, marking him as yours in a way even a mating bite couldn’t—ruining him for anyone else, because by the time you were done with him, he would be bearing the seed of your sin. You let out a snarl, fingers digging into his thighs to put him in a mating press, thrusting forward once, twice to get your cock sliding against his folds. 

Law gave a little wail, his cunt tightening as his hips bucked up, trying to get you inside him. “Y/n-ya—fuck me, please, want it, need it so bad—” 

You nudged the fat, blunt head of your cock into his hole, feeling the rest slide in easily with all the slick he was producing. His burning walls pulsed around you as he keened, relishing in the feeling of finally, finally, instinctively trying to get you to knot him already. 

The first slap against his hips was loud and filthy, but then you started to pick up the pace as you felt him loosen up, get even more wetter, trying to be good and easy for you. 

“Law—” you moaned, “you’re so good. I’m gonna give you what you want, ‘kay? Gonna make you round with my children.” 

He answered you with a choked-up cry, nails raking down your shoulders as he desperately nodded yes, as though saying please, alpha, breed me, make me yours. 

You fucked into his sopping cunt over and over, pinching his clit to feel him clench around you harder, making him scream your name. At some point you had leaned down to kiss him, swallowing his pretty moans, and he had crushed his legs around your waist so suddenly, making you jolt forward. 

And then he was cumming hard on your cock, locking up tight and trying to keep you inside, whining and sobbing as you fucked him through his orgasm. You felt your knot start to build as the friction inside grew with each thrust, mindlessly muttering about how perfect he was and felt, almost high on the good kind of hormones that made your cock leak heavy with pre-cum, easing the ride. 

“So, so fuckin’ pretty, and good, wanna bite you so hard—” 

“Do it,” Law sobbed out, “‘m all yours, alpha.”

You settled for biting his shoulder instead of his neck, making him whimper loud, cunt locking up around you again to cum for a second time. A gush of liquid pushed out around your knot as you drove forward to the brim, and you felt it get heavier and heavier, making you gasp and heave with pleasure so intense it was going to send you into overdrive. With one more heavy thrust, you groaned out as you came, tainting his hole with the impiety of your seed. 

Your knot swelled inside him until it bulged out from the surface right below his heart tattoo. Law gaped in awe while you tried to get a grip on yourself. 

“It’s your—?” he asked uncertainly, eyes wide with disbelief. 

“—fuck, should be, yeah.” 

He raised a finger to press into the small bump, shuddering when your knot dug into his insides deeper. 

“It’s,” he muttered, frowning adorably as he looked for a word to describe it. “Rather cute.” 

“Is it? You like it?” 

Law continued to remain fixated on the bulge. “... No, not really.” 

You chuckled at his blatant lie, leaning down to kiss him—sweaty and exhausted now, chest slightly heaving with breath, but feeling full and pupped. 

“You—didn’t mark me,” Law muttered, all of a sudden. 

“Wanted to save it for later,” you assured him. “Hope that’s okay.” 

His eyebrows furrowed, but then you started distracting him by planting kisses on his neck, at the same time letting out your scent until you couldn’t differentiate between his and yours. He purred at this, going lax in your arms, exposing more of his neck to let you do whatever you wanted. 

“Think I might be able to go again,” you murmured against his skin, “in a few minutes.” 

“Good. I’m not done with you yet, y/n-ya.” 

Your knot felt sore already, and your muscles ached—but with Law underneath you, soft-eyed and pliant and so unlike his usual self, all you wanted to do was to keep him happy and satisfied. Even if it took draining you dry for a week to achieve that. For now, he was all yours, and you would do almost anything to make it stay that way.  masterlist! p.s. based on this drabble. good lord. y'all asked for this - i hope i delivered. uhhh this is totally not favouritism by the way

[pandora-rosier1]

call me crazy but barty kidnapping sirius after they break up is honestly too likely of a scenario. Sirius waking up blindfolded and tied up, screaming at the top of his lungs for help and barty being so pleased with himself. "Shh, you don't need to go anywhere, sweetheart. I'll untie you soon, you just needed to learn your lesson. I needed you contained."

sirius proceeds to let barty fuck him that very same afternoon.

[pandora-rosier1]

fic reqs w/ pervy james OR pervy barty??

even better if its jarty

OH DO I HAVE THE ONE SHOT FOR YOU.

Apartment 26 by ecstarry and star4daisy on ao3 has both pervy James AND pervy barty. It's jarty (although they don't sleep together) and it's so delicious, I love it.

personally waiting patiently (and indefinitely) for a sequel lol

if you have read that, then alas, I'm not sure what I can recommend you.

[pandora-rosier1]

james who likes to share his bf (reg) with his best friend (remus) from time to time!

oh yes anon, sunmoonwater (i think???) is exactly this.

Remus will come over while regulus is still fucking himself on james' cock on the living room couch. He makes himself a cup of tea and just casually watches, talking to james. "I'll be ready in a minute remus, I just need to finish him off. Unless you want to?" Remus' tea goes cold.

Regulus doesn't care who's getting him off as long as he has a big cock to do it. Regulus crawls onto remus' lap so easily, letting james get ready to go out. He lets remus scold him about how they'll be late now because of how much of a cockslut he is. Remus lets regulus ride him at his own pace, it was regulus who needed to come after all. They're super late to the group meet up but remus doesn't get any blame so yk he doesn't care.

Remus will come over sometimes just to relieve some sexual frustration. Regulus is free use when remus is over. James will busy himself with cooking while remus fucks reg into the mattress.

Most of the time James is there, telling regulus what to do, making sure everything is still in his control, that regulus is still his. He does love to watch the two of them though.

"Do you like the way he fingers you reg? or do you still feel empty?"

He does, in fact, still feel empty. James tries to satiate him by putting his cock in regulus' mouth but it still isn't enough. Regulus is still grinding back onto remus' fingers, wanting to be full in every hole.