#sub regulus black

[beautifulbrainrot]

I NEEEED sub!reggie rn. Maybe something with him slipping into subspace and u can’t get him out for ages, to the point where Barty n his friends walk in and Regulus is still DEEP in subspace?

sub!reggieeeeee ahhhh, he’s such a sweet boy ! this is basically just fluff, looking after your delicate boy <3

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“reg, baby, can you look at me?” you ask, your voice soft and gentle. your sweet boy immediately looked up and you sighed softly.

his eyes were damp and glassy, still clearly deep in his subspace. he had been for a while now, nothing you’d done had helped him out of it.

you had settled for just holding him close on his bed, with him wrapped around you like a little koala, snuggling into you.

you were deep in thought about ways you could help your boy come back to himself when barty and evan walk into the room, immediately looking at you and regulus cuddled up on the bed.

“he okay?” evan asked, noticing how regulus snuggled even further into your chest, barely acknowledging the other boys presence.

“sort of. he just needs a hug.” you answered softly, brushing your hand through his soft black hair, and regulus sighed contentedly in his sleepy state.

“should we go?”

you thought for a second, looking down at your boy.

“no, it’s okay. he’ll fall asleep soon, and feel better when he wakes up.”

the other boys nodded, making there way over to their respective side of the room. you smiled softly as regulus breath evened out as he fell asleep. you held him closer, closing your eyes as well.

[rxsilabeth--er]

oooffffffffffff that reminded me of this post

"i should be tied up with a vibrator on my clit, getting soooo overstimulated from cumming over and over and just waiting for daddy (let it be mommy) to get home from work so he can finally turn off the vibe and stretch open my soaked pussy instead <3"

Like why is that such a slutty thing that Reg would definitely write in his diary and you would read it????

Only if it's okay with you, of course! I'm just a sucker for your writing!

OH MY GAH! I LOVE THIS~ You seriously ate..

I'm just imagining you with Regulus in a submissive head-space who proudly shows off his diary and his works written in and you read them, until you say you actually want to try and he gets all shy and goes,

"No-no, no, mommy I didn't mea-mean it literally! I don-don't even think I can sta-stay like that!" he would whine but not even stop you if you pulled him in and just put a bullet vibrator to his clit and left him there as you turned on some movie, refusing to give him ANY attention as he simply cries, whining and trying to get you to do something.

Until he simply cums, but he doesn't like to cum because you're not paying attention to him, praising him, kissing him or even guiding him no matter how experienced he may be, he enjoyed it when you guided his hips..

Crying he was refusing to let his body cum, but not like he could keep it longer, his cunt gushing over your thigh as he crawled on your thigh, trying to get your attention as you simply waved him, as he came again..

You definitely did not pay attention for the entirety of his orgasms, of-course he would never dare to disobey your words and take off the vibrator, unless it was you who did it.

Until you finished your movie and even a season of your favourite show, did you finally pay attention to him, completely spent, his cunt going numb, as you softly removed the vibrator and shoved your fingers in or you cock, your choice, it's being greedy and so sopping wet. Or you'll just let him ride your thigh and finally pay attention, kissing him while he rode you or your thigh..

At this point, the sofa was soaked and his juice dripping down the leather onto the floor as he cried in your neck, his cunt was hurting but the pleasure was not stopping either..fuck he fucking loved you and loved being fucked by you..

[remusslove]

Hi I love your work! Could you make a story where mommy!dom!reader is degrading sub!regulus and they get caught by sub!james and he joins them? Thank you for your consideration! Much love!

My masterlist I’m working on<3

“So pathetic regulus. Begging for me to touch you like if you weren’t an ungrateful brat this morning.” He thrashes against your hand as you pull it away for the fifth time. “Please, please, M’sorry! Just want to cum mommy please!” He sobs as his hands are trying to get out of their tied up situation.

Regulus is so far gone he doesn’t even notice james walking in. James is absolutely floored by the sight. Regulus with tears streaming down his face and completely naked and vulnerable with his hands tied above his head with your tie.

“You gonna record us or are you gonna join James? Maybe you could be a better boy than regulus.” Your comment made regulus whine and roll his hips. “I-I what do I do?” Jame stutters eyes flicking to you and regulus.

“Strip. Then come over here and show regulus what he’s missing out on. Regulus; why don’t you tell Jamie what you want him to do?” You teased. James’s cock hardened the second the smaller boy made eye contact with him at his fucked out state.

“Use me Jamie, please?”

[regulus-books]

wc: 1.4k+

warnings: mentions of bruising, blood, and wounds (unrelated to the smut), oral (m receiving), unprotected sex (p in unmentioned), name calling. tell me if I missed smth<3

notes: bodyguard jamie as promised:)) this was supposed to be top!reg but it turned into him bottoming, I'm sorry

"Who was it?" James asks once again, stroking the skin around the gash on Regulus' face. James is livid. He gave Regulus simple instructions, do not give the men the guns until they pay. Instead, he thought he could work out a deal, he gave them the guns and they didn't bring the money, so they beat him.

"James, it doesn't matter, I'll be able to track them down and take the guns back. It's really not that big of a deal." James can't even start to understand how Regulus could be so calm, he just got jumped for Christ's sake.

"It does matter. It matters to me, Regulus. You could've died, and I wasn't here," James swiftly stands up from where he was kneeling, walking over to a cabinet and taking out a first aid kit. "I mean, how bad of a bodyguard am I?" He scoffs a laugh.

"You're not," Regulus stands from his chair, walking over to James and running his nimble hands over James' broad shoulders. "You're a great bodyguard, I was being stupid," Regulus places a soft kiss on James' neck. James doesn't react, instead he turns around and pours a little rubbing alcohol on a cotton swab, dabbing away the dried blood on Regulus' face. "Lighten up, darling, I'm okay."

"Yeah, but you could not have been. I can't let that happen again," James pushes the aid kit into his duffle bag, then tosses away the bloody cotton swabs. He zips up the bag and slings it over his shoulder, grabbing Regulus' hand. "Let's go home."

The ride back to their manor is quiet, Regulus keeps a hand on James' thigh, keeping his anger to a slight. When they arrive James opens Regulus' door for him, as usual.

James walks into the kitchen and pulls out a water, he's currently taking a break from alcohol, though right now he'd do anything for a glass of beer. "Baby, don't be mad, I'm sorry." Regulus says, staring up at James' face with his big, grey eyes, his arms around James' waist.

"I'm not mad at you, beautiful, I'm just scared. You know that, don't you?" Regulus smirks, and kisses James' lips gently, thankful he doesn't taste like beer.

"I know that, James. Why don't I show you just how sorry I really am?" James chuckles a bit, his bright smile wide.

"Me being scared and angry makes you horny?" James puts his large hand on the back of Regulus' neck, playing with his hair.

"Maybe it does," Regulus stands on his tip toes, kissing James' neck.

"Alright," James grabs Regulus' chin, leaning his face up to kiss him. He hooks both his hands underneath Regulus' thighs, lifting him onto the counter with ease, never breaking their lips apart. Regulus moves his arms around James' neck, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss further. He whimpers as James pulls his hair with his other hand gently before pulling back.

"Couch or bed?" Regulus asks, unclipping James' suspenders quickly.

"Bed." James lifts Regulus again, carrying him up the staircase, Regulus unbuttoning his dress shirt in the meantime, kissing James' collar bones and freckles that are painted around his chest. James tosses Regulus onto the bed, stripping off his own shirt and trousers while Regulus does the same.

James kneels on the bed, flipping Regulus on top of him. "Ready?" Regulus asks, stroking James with his palm through the cloth of his boxers. James nods and leans further back into the plush pillows that decorate their bed. "Good." Regulus kisses up and down James' stomach, moving his hands underneath James' boxers for his dick, stroking him softly. James' eyebrows turn up and his mouth is left agape, Regulus smirks at the reaction.

"I've been a bad boy, daddy, I'm sorry," Regulus grins as James arches his back, trying to get more friction under Regulus. Regulus uses his other hand to pull James' boxers down the rest of the way, leaning in to kiss James' crimson tinted tip. James whimpers and laces his fingers in Regulus' inky black hair. "What do you want, daddy, I'll do anything." Regulus says in a false innocent voice.

"Suck my dick, baby," James keeps his eyes peeled open as Regulus looks up at his, blinking several times before swallowing James' length. "Fuck!" James moans out, tightening his grip on Regulus' locks.

Regulus bobs his head, sucking gently around James, who pushes his head down further, James' pubic hair tickling his nose as his eyes fill with tears. "C'mon, pretty baby, you can take it, can't you?" James asks, one hand coming down and wiping some tears that have fallen off of his face. Regulus hums, nodding as best he can. "Take breaths from your nose, sweetheart." James pushes him down as far as Regulus' throat will let him.

James lifts his hips up, fucking into Regulus' tight throat. "Feels so good baby, you're being so good for me," Regulus whines at the praise, his stomach knotting up at the sounds of James' moans. James spits on his fingers and smooths it around the rim of Regulus' entrance, slowly pushing the tip of one of his fingers in. Regulus' knees buckle, glad he's already sitting down or he'd have fallen.

Regulus pulls off of James with a pop and he kisses the skin next to his cock. James plunges his finger the rest of the way in, letting Regulus let out a wail. "God you're so beautiful, baby, even with that black eye, hm?" He was right, Regulus did look beautiful, his lips covered in a mix of precum and spit, his eyelashes stuck together with salty tears, his face flushed red from barely breathing.

"Thank you, daddy," Regulus swallows, sticking his tongue out and dragging it along the side of James' cock, James groans quietly. Regulus places kisses along the length.

"Are you gonna ride me, baby?" James asks, moving his finger in and out of Regulus, adding a second in, and doing the same.

Regulus pouts his lips, "But you taste so good, daddy, I want to keep going down here." Regulus leans in for another lick, James' fingers still roughly fucking into him.

"Please be a good boy, baby, you've already been so bad," James smirks because he knows he's won. Regulus sits up, James pulling out his fingers, Regulus whines from the lack of warmth. "Don't be upset, baby, you'll be full soon enough."

Regulus climbs up on James' lap, grinding down onto his dick, he moves his hips forward and backwards, spreading his spit all over his ass.

"Go on, love." James grabs his hips so hard Regulus knows it'll leave a bruise. He mindlessly grinds down again, but this time when he pops back up, he makes sure it's at the perfect angle, the tip of James' cock hot on his rim.

"Please, daddy, fuck me full of your cum," Regulus whines, pushing down onto James, he moans at the full feeling as James bottoms out.

James pushes slowly, in and out, trying his best to be gentle with Regulus. "Fuck, Reg," James groans desperately, buring his face into the pillow on his right, "So tight." He finishes his sentence, fastening his movements. Regulus places his hands on James' chest, his legs already tired from moving up and down on James' cock. James is now harsh with his movements, pounding in and out of Regulus, who is moaning and writhing above him.

James' thumb circles one of Regulus' nipples, smiling as Regulus tosses his head back.

"I'm gonna cum," Regulus whines, grinding down further, "can I cum?"

James pats his hair, pulling him down for a short lived kiss, "cum for me, sweetheart," and Regulus needs no more confirmation, he lets his knotted stomach untense, James continuing to fuck him through his high, he becomes overstimulated quickly.

"Please, James," tears start to fall down his cheeks once more, James wiping them away in annoyance.

"Shush, baby, let me finish," James only has to rutt up into Regulus 3 more times before his cock is pulsing, filling Regulus up with his cum.

When James stills his movements, Regulus let's out a big breath, his body collapsing ontop of James, with his cock still inside of him.

"Are you okay, my love?" James asks, stroking a hand down Regulus' spine.

"Mhm," Regulus says, all fucked out, "you forgive me?"

"I forgave you the moment I saw those bruises across your pretty face." James smiles softly down at Regulus, kissing his forehead and eventually forcing him out of bed to clean him up.

[moonyswarmsweaters]

Regulus: I’ll kill you

James: You want to fuck me sooo bad

Regulus:*pulls out a knife*

James:

[lexithwrites]

james is putty in regulus' hands, especially when he's in his lap and running his hands over james' shoulders, in his hair, down his chest, then putting two fingers in his mouth to keep it slack as he rocks his hips down, never breaking eye contact as james falls further and further into that perfect headspace regulus puts him in where he'll do anything and everything for him

[sommerregenjuniluft]

@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.”

[siriussslut]

I was wondering if you could do a regulus x reader smut. Where they're in a relationship and one night they're chilling in his dorm a bit drunk and regulus like sketching and drawing reader and she offers to be anatomy refference which leads to him edging her and sketching her while she's laid out infront of him while he's in her. And then after it's like ON.

this turned into sub!regulus which i wasn’t planning but is so 🤤🤤🤤

warnings: unprotected sex, praise kink, anal fingering, cutie sub regulus

masterlist

you take another swig of the bottle and then toss it back on regulus’ pillow. the two of you are lounging on his bed, drunk and giddy. he’s sketching you in the journal in his lap, glancing at you every few seconds as he draws.

you stick your face over his sketchbook.“how’s it going?”

“well, i’m drawing you, so beautifully.”

“you’re such a dork,” you giggle, glancing down at his page. your eyes stick to the way he drew your cleavage, obviously one of the parts he focused on the most.

“you only ever draw my top half. why don’t you draw a full body picture of me?”

“i need anatomy practice, i’m rusty,” he answers, continuing with his drawing.

your brain is fuzzy from the alcohol, stupid, so you push your tits above the neckline of your top. “draw my tits.”

his head snaps up. he flips to a new page, sketching the soft outline of your breasts.

you sit mostly still, slowly scooting closer and closer, bringing your chest nearer his face.

when he’s finished with his drawing of your breasts, he shows it to you, pressing a kiss atop one as you study it.

“it’s really good, regulus.” you look up at him through your lashes. “maybe i could help you with more anatomy?”

“yeah. why not?” his voice is breathy, a little too high. you remove your top completely, and then slip out of your skirt and your panties, tossing your clothes to the floor.

“you’re so pretty,” he whispers, staring as if he hasn’t seen you hundreds of times before.

you roll your eyes. “draw!”

he flips to a new page and begins his rough sketch, lining up your body parts. you’re sitting on the bed, legs spread wide, your dripping cunt on full display.

you slide one finger inside of yourself, moaning. regulus is now looking at you more than he’s drawing.

“i told you to draw, reg,” you say, breathy.

“can i… please can i touch?”

you nodding, pulling your fingers out.

he runs a finger through your folds, collecting your slick before pushing his pants to the floor. his cock is inside you in seconds.

you push his head back, hands on his throat, feeling his heart race beneath your fingertips. “draw, baby.”

his cock is quivering inside of you as he continues his drawing. you play with your clit, moaning and dripping on his erection.

you can tell how hard he’s resisting to fuck the living daylights out of you.

hours later, you’ve came more times than you can count, and he’s still waiting inside of you, drawing.

“i’m finished!” he suddenly exclaims.

you circle your fingers around your puffy clit. “show me.”

he turns the sketchbook to face you. you gasp. “oh, regulus it’s beautiful.” his cheeks color.

on the page, you’re finger fucking yourself, eyes shut tight, face screwed into a moan. your pussy is glistening wet, dripping on his cock.

you push his sketchbook aside, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to his lips. “i have never been more turned on in my life.”

you run your tongue along his face, licking. you want to devour him whole, there is simply too much love and desire inside of you for one person.

you mumble against his slippery jawline. “you’re such a good boy, reggie. i know that was hard for you, and you did such a good job.” you grab his balls as you speak, tugging.

he gasps, cock twitching against your walls. “i love you,” he whispers, looking at you with blown out pupils, eyes foggy with lust.

you kiss his lips, pushing him down to the bed. “i’m gonna treat you so well,” you mumble between kisses and tongue. “you’re gonna come so many times.”

you fuck yourself on his cock, thrusting up and down. you pump lube onto your hand and slide it beneath his ass, grabbing onto a cheek before slipping into his hole.

he screams, arching his back. you fuck him with your hand, sliding in and out to the rhythm of your thrusts on his cock.

his ass clenches around you, cock jerking.

you don’t stop fucking him as he comes, instead grabbing his balls with your free hand, adding more stimulation. he shoots hot ropes of cum inside of you. it drips out onto his dick, thick and creamy.

you slip off of his cock, letting go of his ass. you slide down the length of his bare, sweaty body. he’s lying and panting, completely boneless. you pull his soft cock into your mouth, sucking.

he gasps, but bucks his hips into your face.

you grin around him, ready to make good on your promise.

[yvieliny]

Shit my friends have said as Maruader Promps:

Modern Marauders looking for a place to do their social service

Sirius: We could just apply for Femeri like the girls

Remus: They won’t accept us because you know…we have cocks

Peter: Cocks?

James: Yeah you know…cocks

Peter: The male chicken?

Sirius and James dying of laughter

Remus: What?! No Pete you know cock. C-O-C-K . Cock

Peter starts searching it on google, and the definition of cock as a rooster appears

Peter: YOU SEE IT IS A CHICKEN

James dying of laughter: Click images

Peter clicks images

Peter: HOLY MOTHER OF JESUS OUR LORD AND SAVIOR THEY ARE HUGE ALMOST AS HUGE AS JAMES

James turns bright pink as other students heard since they were in the library

[tiredofthehumanlife]

Not to be a bitch or anything but I feel like the marauders fandom is losing their flavor and sense of whimsy

Like maybe it's bc it was a new sparkling thing for me to enjoy but I feel like before I had stumbled into a room with everyone sitting in a circle with their monster high dolls out and like sharing clothes and they were like "hey have you seen these two guys in the Harry Potter movies? Yeah well they kiss now wanna play with us?" And then I went and sat down with them and it was all gravy and there were so many new characters to relate to and put in different scenarios and it was so fun bc like everyone was just like little bottom dwelling queers with raccoons as their role models like "actually so I think Sirius is genderfluid what do we think?" And the crowd went wild

and now its like all white characters with no flavor and people are like "guys James Potter is a swiftie" and "Taylor Swift wrote all the young dudes" and "Sirius black is manly and I hate the way you twinked him it's so unrealistic" and "Jily is the only acceptable ship bc jegulus nor regulily wouldn't have happened" and it's just like when the annoying kid in your class goes "no I'm tired of you guys they're my friend now" and then sits next to you and pretends to be asking you genuine questions all while glancing over at their friends and its like we spent all this time playing with our monster high dolls and diy-ing their outfits and made our doll houses out of shoeboxes and these guys come in here and start stomping on all our toys and bringing in their two story barbie house

Basically it used to feel like playing with monster high dolls with all my cool monster high doll friends and now I feel like everyone is playing with Barbies and I miss our MOTHER FREAKING CARDBOARD DOLL HOUSE

Anyways going to get back to writing rosekiller smut

[beautifulbrainrot]

regulus black x fem!reader

cw 18+ mommy kink, overstimulation

“gods, fuck! ah-”

you giggled at the pathetic cry, wrapping your hand slightly tighter around regulus’ hard, weeping cock.

“so, so much! i can’t!”

“yes you can, regulus. just one more for me, okay?” you whispered sweetly, nibbling on his reddened ear, inhaling the sweet scent of his shampoo.

he was sitting with his bare back pressed against your chest, with your hand reaching around to fist his cock. you had pulled two orgasms out of your sweet boy already, cum covering his overstimulated cock and your hand, helping you glide along his length.

“feels s’good, s’much ohh-”

“i know, it’s so much isn’t it baby..” you cooed condescendingly, smirking to youself. regulus nodded, not catching your teasing tone in his floaty state, leaning his head back onto your shoulder as you pumped his cock.

you stroked faster, harder, pushing him closer and closer to orgasm. you could tell he was getting very close, tears pricking in his eyes, whimpers increasing in volume, pale thighs trembling.

he came with a squeaky cry of your name, hiding his face in your neck as he shuddered, cum dribbling out of his spent cock.

the second his breathing slowed and he stopped trembling, you placed your palm on his red, pulsing tip, rubbing circles on it with the soft, slick palm of your hand.

he cried out, squeezing his legs together, shaking in your hold.

“fuck! fuck- s’much, mommy! oh god- fuck!”

you grinned at the name before slapping his clenched thigh with your other hand, and he immediately opened them back up again, desperate to be good.

you finally let up your delicious torture to his sensitive tip, both of you flopping back on the bed. he rolled over, burying his head in your shoulder, holding you close, softening cock resting agaisnt your thigh.

“was that good baby?”

“s’good mommy” he giggled softly, brain still a little floaty as cuddled close to you.

[rxsilabeth--er]

okay, i love reg and remus, so this is completely interchangeable i feel. also doing trans reg cause you seem to like it as much as i do.

a cozy night in the common room, all alone. he has a cup of tea and a book in hand with you wrapped over him. your embrace is warm, but he still feels a little cold. he just feels....cold even with your hug, so you know just the thing to get hin warm.

you move down, getting on your knees while he still sits on your couch, kissing his knuckles to convince him it'll be fine. he trembles under your touch, whispering at you to stop it, because someone might walk in and see. but then your tongue works at him, and his mind goes completely blank. and god he wants to marry you right here right now cause he's just in love with how you eat out his pussy. -🎸 anon

(Sexual smut. I'm gonna cry.. :>)

God he wants to marry you right here right now cause he's just in love with how you eat out his pussy. That is one way Regulus speaks his mind..

Licking his clit as your fingers shoved in and out of his cunt softly, rubbing his soft spots and softly pinching his clit when he moves too much. His noises are the cutest, it's not your fault that this little brat is too cute for you to resist, humming as you placed a tiny kiss on his clit, indulging in his moans and whines as his fingers twirl themselves in your head pulling softly.

One of your hands traveled down and held his thigh and the other his wrist tightly, making sure he didn't pull too hard on your hair as you leaned up to kiss him as he whined against your lip,

"Hm..moree!.." he whined out, softly kicking his leg out as you softly slapped his thigh, sighing..greedy as always, you rolled your eyes, taking your hand off his wrist as your fingers again went to his clit to rub tiny eight figures or circles irregularly as his voices became more high-pitched..

You kissed his hole, your tongue shoving itself in and out as his wet, greedy pussy tightened itself softly around your tongue, wetness coating your fingers, tongue and chin as you continued to eat him out...

Poor baby whining because he simply couldn't cum all alone, always begging for your attention and when he didn't get it became bratty..you couldn't complain cause you loved the way he looked with his face and pussy completely wet. Wet, squelching coming from his cunt as your plunged your fingers in continuously sucking softly on his clit...

"Ah..Fu-fuck~...gentle, please.."he whined out, trying to close his thighs around your head, making you slap his thigh again as she kept them apart, one of your hand tightly wrapped around his thigh as you continued to taste him on your tongue..

Softly snaking your hand up to his hip and you rubbed small circles with your fingered, squeezing occasionally as you tirelessly used your tongue and fingers..

"Pleasee!~ 's too good..I can'..No..I..ngh!" he whined, twitching softly as he came closer to cumming, sighing you figured to get him there faster by being a bit mean as suddenly a loud whine near scream fell from his mouth as he shoved his face in his book, coming undone on your tongue with his juices flowing down as your fingers pinched his clit...

Smirking, you kissed his clit as a sorry as you leaned up, kissing him. His taste still on your tongue as you pulled away, pushing your wet fingers in his mouth softly, changing your positions so he laid on top of you with you on the bottom. Softly suckling your fingers as he shook slightly, basking in the afterglow as you gently stroked his back with the other hand. Poor baby, so tired and in love with the way you eat him out~♡

© This writing work belongs to me, rxsilabeth--er, Aurelia, Rosilabeth, Cerine. Reblogging is appreciated, but plagiarizing or copying my works is forbidden, thank you for reading this and if you like this check out my blog!

[remusslove]

i can’t stop thinking about dom fem reader letting sub regulus use her thigh to get off in bed while she reads to him. he begs and whines until she helps him being the soft dom she is, she praises and caresses him while she takes care of him giving him a handjob + aftercare😭 SORRY IF ITS TOO MUCH

Mewls of pleasure slipped between his lips as he instinctively rutted his leg against your upper thigh. You chuckled pinching him awake making him jolt slightly before his eyes fluttered open.

“Sorry i woke you up love but you seem needy, want to tell me what you were dreaming about?” You teased making him gasp and blush crimson. “Sorry mommy, was dreaming about you” he answered maneuvering his body to lay on your chest.

“Oh really, what else?” You asked as your hand found its way to his sweats. “N-nothing” he stuttered just a bit making you sure that he was all subby for you. “Was it something naughty baby, like me taking care of you?” Your questions made him blush again before nodding.

“Use your words” you commanded loosing the ties around his waist. “Yes mommy” he answered suddenly wanting to obey your every command. You put on a grin pushing his sweats down till you can see where his boxers were hiding his needy cock.

You looked up to him as he nodded. You stripped him of his sweats and rolled his hips against your thigh. He gasped letting out a broken moan before putting his head on your shoulder and wrapping his arms around your neck. “Thank you mommy” your heart warmed at his words. Even when he was so needy he always made sure to thank you for even a little bit of pleasure you give him.

“Your welcome baby just keep doing that for a while” you instructed. He nodded now rocking his hips on your thigh without your help. You began nipping at his neck leaving small purple spots.

A few minutes later full moans were leaving his mouth. Your hand grabbed one of his hips as the other pulled his boxers down. His hard needy cock with leaking precum came out slapping itself on his tummy. You spit on your hand before holding the boys cock.

He let out a choked whimper now bucking his hips instead of rocking them. “Feels so good mommy” he said making you let out a small chuckle. His head now thrown back with his eyes filled with tears.

It didn’t take him long to get on the edge. “Wanna cum baby?” You asked gently smoothing the hairs with a little bit of sweat on them out of his face. “Please mommy, need to cum please” he moaned out as his hands gripped on the bedsheets.

“Go ahead baby” you answered jerking his cock off with a faster pace. He chanted thank you’s feeling his high coming and the coil in his stomach tightening. Less than a minute later he came shooting ropes of cum out of his overstimulated dick.

You cooed at him as he collapsed into your arms. He was like putty on top of you letting out a small whine when his cock made friction with your shirt. “M’ gonna clean you up mkay?” You suggested making him sleepily nod. You trapped his discarded sweats and wiped the cum off his stomach.

Once there was no cum left off him you pulled his discarded boxers on him again. You gave him a kiss on his cheek before massaging his back. He muttered out another “thank you mama” before melting back into your arms to take a nap.

[sixlane]

@croptopjames submission | 1.5k words | NSFW - dom/sub, praise, degradation, spanking, gagging

Dedicating this to euge @ecstarry for brainrotting with me and lune @sommerregenjuniluft because we talked about dancer james once. Love you guys <3

Regulus walks the length of the studio assessing the attire of his dancers. He has a strict policy of professionalism that he makes no exceptions for, and James has been pushing his luck recently. 

He had hired James as an apprentice only a few months ago, but he was already regretting the decision. Not because of James’ abilities, but because of his utter lack of respect. 

James is a brilliant dancer, don’t get him wrong. He came from the most prestigious modern dance conservatory in the country, and Regulus had managed to sign him right out of school. 

He’s inclined to say James wasn’t worth the work, but that wouldn’t be completely true. He may make Regulus’ life a living hell, but he’s fucking gorgeous on stage, all lean muscles and strong lines. It’s captivating to watch, even more so when he gets to see it up close. 

As Regulus makes his way across the room, he catches sight of James in the back sporting gray joggers and— he has to take a minute to register what he’s seeing. Is that a fucking crop top? 

James just flashes a knowing smirk, staring Regulus down. He’s been called out for wardrobe infractions at least three times this month, and it’s starting to get old. 

“Sirius,” Regulus calls out to his brother, but more importantly, his rehearsal director. “Can you start the warm up? I need to have a word with Potter.”

A few snickers sound throughout the studio because his employees can be fucking children sometimes, and Sirius nods, getting up from his spot on the floor. 

Regulus turns toward the door, knowing James will follow him, and makes his way to his office down the hall. 

He only has to stand behind his desk for a minute, arms crossed, before James waltzes in, closing the door behind him. 

“This is grossly unprofessional, you do realize that,” Regulus deadpans. 

“I do realize that,” James responds innocently, batting his lashes. 

Regulus runs his eyes over the man standing in front of him, something he didn’t want to do in front of everyone in the studio. 

The top hits a few inches above his navel and exposes the soft lines of his abs and a stripe of dark hair that trails beneath his joggers. 

“Eyes up here,” James says, bringing Regulus’ attention back to the matter at hand. 

He gives James a stern look and leans forward on his desk.

“How many times do I have to tell you this won’t be tolerated in my company?” he asks. 

James’ eyes darken and he leans forward to mirror Regulus. “Not sure. Will you tell me again?”

The audacity of this man… Well, Regulus thinks, maybe it’ll stick this time. 

He reaches across the table casually, stroking a hand across James’ face. The dancer leans into it, fluttering his eyes shut for a moment, before Regulus reaches around his head to grab a fistful of his hair.

James opens his eyes and a slanted smile pulls at his mouth.

“Keep your hands on the table,” Regulus says before pushing James’ head down onto his desk. “Don’t move.”

James goes willingly, bending in half over the desk like a dream.

Regulus walks around to stand behind him, admires the curve of his ass and the ridges of his spine where they’re exposed under his shirt. He runs his fingers over them, eliciting a small shiver from James.

Regulus dips his hands into the waistband of James’ joggers, sinking his nails into the soft skin, before roughly pushing his pants down around his ankles.

James’ breathing picks up, his anticipation getting the better of him. Regulus would love to draw this out, but he’s afraid he hasn’t got the time today.

He smacks James’ ass once, causing the other man to jolt and let out a soft whine.

“Stay quiet,” Regulus commands.

James nods in confirmation. A lie, most likely.

Regulus lets a finger wander through the cleft of James’ ass, circling his rim in slow and deliberate movements. He keeps his eyes on James’ face where it’s pressed against his desk. His eyes are shut, mouth open. 

“You’re so pretty like this,” Regulus says. “When you’re not talking back to me.”

James makes a needy noise pressing his hips back onto Regulus’ finger, searching for a fullness he knows is coming.

Regulus smacks him again across the same spot as before. “Don’t get greedy. You know how this works.”

James nods again looking at Regulus now. His pupils are absolutely blown and it’s all Regulus can think about. The desperate want in his eyes.

“Tell me,” Regulus instructs.

James rolls his eyes back as he starts to lightly circle his rim again.

“Words, James.”

“You’re in charge,” James breathes.

“And I can do whatever I want with you,” Regulus adds.

“Whatever you want.”

“Good boy.” Regulus pulls his hand away again, but James doesn’t get a chance to protest before it’s being pushed into his mouth. “Now suck.”

James moans around his fingers, hollowing his cheeks and making a show out of it. He knows this undoes Regulus every time, watching as he listens so well, follows every command. It’s a high he’ll be riding for the rest of rehearsal.

“That’s right baby, get them nice and wet for me,” Regulus praises, bringing his other hand up to grab at James’ hip, keep him from moving too much.

When spit starts to drip down his chin, Regulus pulls his fingers away, and the noise James makes is fucking filthy. A keen he’s sure the whole company just heard, and that just won’t fly. 

Regulus moves his hand from James’ hip up into his hair, yanking him back until he’s hovering above the desk.

“James, what did I fucking say,” Regulus hisses. “Do you need something in your mouth? Hm? Such a slut for it you can’t follow simple directions?”

James moans loudly, a please falling from his lips somewhere in there.

Regulus releases him and he falls back onto the desk with a whine. 

Going back around his desk, Regulus fishes through his bottom drawer with his clean hand, finding what he’s looking for. A dress code appropriate t-shirt he keeps for times like these, when James just can’t help himself. He shoves it in James’ mouth harshly then pats him on the cheek. 

“There you go baby. Now you can tell me just how much you like it.”

And James does without a second thought, immediately filling the room with muffled noises.

Regulus resumes his position behind the dancer, running his spit-slick fingers against James’ hole.

“Ready?” He asks.

James is a mess, barely there at this point even though Regulus hasn’t even done anything, but he nods anyway, and Regulus pushes a finger in slowly.

“Always so tight for me baby.”

“Mmph,” James moans around the shirt. He tries to fuck his hips forward into nothing, desperate for some friction against his neglected cock, but Regulus holds him still. He should know by now that he’ll stay untouched until Regulus allows it.

Once he feels James is ready, he adds another finger, leaning down to spit into the place where they slide into James. He increases the speed, crooking them to brush the spot that reduces James to a moaning mess. 

He sees James’ eyes roll back again as he makes a muffled sound, so debauched and fucked out already. 

For the first time, Regulus notices his own wetness pooling in his briefs, but he ignores it. This isn’t about him.

“Can you be a good boy and take another,” Regulus asks, and James nods enthusiastically. If he wasn't gagged, Regulus knows he’d be begging, has heard it enough times to memorize the sound.

Regulus pulls out completely, watching James’ hole flutter briefly around nothing, before pushing three fingers back in.

James balls his fists against the desk, barely moving his hips, trying so hard to be good. Regulus decides to cut him some slack.

“Fuck yourself on them baby, it’s okay.”

James obeys immediately, pushing his hips back wildly and making ungodly sounds that he wishes he could hear unobstructed. 

Caught up in the image of James losing control, Regulus reaches around to touch his neglected cock where it’s been leaking onto the floor. He collects the precome beading at the tip to soften the slide, and pumps James slowly in time with the movement of his hips.

“You close? Gonna come for me?” Regulus asks, sugar sweet.

James barely responds, but the crease between his eyebrows gives him away. Regulus knows it means he’s heading toward the edge of the cliff.

Quickly, before it’s too late, Regulus pulls his hand away, pulls his fingers out, leaving James empty and neglected once again.

He smacks James’s ass roughly, then digs his fingers into the flesh, punishing.

Leaning forward, he puts his mouth right up against James’ ear, “Only good boys get to come, James. I expect you back in rehearsal in five minutes wearing that shirt in your mouth.”

James sobs into the fabric, ruined and undoubtedly aching, and Regulus leaves him there to clean himself up.

Maybe this time he’ll finally learn his lesson.

[moonyswarmsweaters]

Sirius: Can I come in-

Regulus *busy staring at James*: That's what he said

Sirius: WHAT

Regulus: WHAT

[lexithwrites]

name a reason why regulus would be submissive to james in bed other than the fact that you view him as a femboy twink

quickly.