james potter is one of those people who would show up to class in grey sweatpants and a plain white tshirt and still leave everyone on their knees. he would also stretch (very loudly) mid-lesson just to show his happy trail and watch people die on the spot.
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Need ugly Remus fics this is torture ugly people have rights you know
James: what about this one *points at the prettiest girl*
Sirius: um no
James: oh okay, this one! *points at the prettiest boy*
Sirius: something not right— oh this one! *points at the ugly, tall, asymmetrical werewolf*
James: I fucking see it
Remus:
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i really want to write an unnecessarily long fic where james and regulus finally buy a house together, and james has been tasked with all the outdoor labour. which regulus thought was a good idea cause james is really handy and good at labour based tasks. (plus regulus is no good with that).
but it back fires, as james keeps drawing eyes to himself cause he's basically doing it half naked, as it's middle of summer, mid heatwave and too hot for james to wear tops and do manual labour. so people on the street keep flirting with james, cause he's tanned, toned and sweaty, and it's driving regulus insane with jealousy.
this would quite literally just be for me. it would be a funny fic.
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boners at the theater
warnings: semi-public sex, creaming in pants, & scariest of all- prongsfoot. they’re just friends who help each other get off tho so it’s okay xx
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sirius shifts uncomfortably in his seat, his sudden boner so hard it’s painful. he and james are sitting in the last row of the movie theater, and the closest person is in the next row, 7 seats down. the movie lights the theater in a soft red glow. he glances over at james and sees a tent in his jeans too.
he leans down to whisper in james’ ear. “hey, james,”
“hm?” he doesn’t look away from the movie. some hot girl is on screen, drenched head-to-toe, her nipples hard through her dress.
“i’ll help you with yours if you’ll help me with mine.”
“what?” he finally meets his gaze, eyebrows pinched together.
sirius gestures at their laps.
james turns a dark shade of crimson. “…here?”
sirius grins cheekily, placing a hand on james’ erection. he palms him through the denim of his jeans, and james muffles a gasp behind his hand.
“what if we get caught?” he whispers.
he leans closer. “that makes it more fun.” he slips his hand down the waistband of his jeans, feeling his cock through his briefs.
james hesitates and then nods, reaching over to touch sirius. sirius sighs quietly when james’ fingers reach his dick, wrapping around the shaft. sirius mimics the action with james’.
james is softer, slowly sliding up and down sirius’ cock, while sirius is rougher, moving at a brutal pace, ever so often reaching down to tug on james’ balls. james twitches every time he does.
when james’ hand sends him into what feels like heaven, he leans closer to rest his head against james’ shoulder. he can hear his pulse fluttering through his neck, his skin sticky with sweat.
a bubble of pre-cum licks against sirius’ hand and the sensation sends him over the edge. he gasps as he comes, soaking his clothes. james bites down on a whimper, playing with sirius through his orgasm as he finishes himself.
he creams in his pants, dick twitching as he paints sirius’ hand with his cum.
james pulls a shaky hand out of sirius’ jeans, his waistband snapping back against his skin. sirius pulls his own hand back as well, licking the cum off of his fingers. james watches wide-eyed.
“going to the bathroom,” he whispers, stepping away with a grin.
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@jegulus-microfic Jan 1 - Decent
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"Regulus, how would you describe James's looks?" Remus asked innocently, watching the younger man tense over his parchment.
"Um— why would you ask me that?" Regulus questioned, not meeting Remus's eyes.
"No reason." Remus shrugged, nonchalance rolling off of him. "Just a random thought."
Regulus fiddled with his quill.
"He's... he's decent-looking, I suppose." Regulus mused, pretending to be throughly too interested in his textbook. He knew damn well he was lying through his teeth, and Remus knew it too.
"Just decent?" Remus asked, raising a split eyebrow. Regulus glared at him, and Remus smirked.
"Fine, you want to know what I think? I think James Potter is a wet dream come to life. There. Happy?" Regulus huffed, setting his quill down.
"Very." A stunned voice behind him replied, and Regulus froze.
Remus's grin was nothing if not triumphant.
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