#so did regulus

[james-but-not-potter]

Sirius Black had an oral fixation. Fight me.

[linnea-bowiesversion]

Regulus: *applying chapstick*

James: what flavor is that?

Regulus: oh it’s *some chapstick flavor*

James: can I try some?

Regulus: sure *hands over chapstick*

James: *kisses him* holy shit it does taste like *that flavor*

Regulus: *blank face, internally freaking out*

Sirius who was just walking by: what tHE FUCK

[soleilcatcher]

James: uhm, hey pads,

Sirius: yeah?

James: remember when you said that you won't kill the person that would date Regulus as long as they could beat you at chess?

Sirius: yeah?

James: *pulls out and arranges the board, turning his favourite side of the board (the white one) towards Sirius* your move, then.

[onehundredflamingos]

3 / king / 210 words

@jegulus-microfic

“Do you have a four?” James asked Harry, who shook his head vehemently.

“Go fish!” he cried, his little voice obscenely loud for such a small child — for such a small game, right before bed.

“Do you have a…,” Harry asked Regulus, pausing to count all the little hearts on his card even though it was sitting face up on the rug in front of him. “A seven?”

“Sorry, pal,” Regulus said, “I don’t. Your turn to go fish.”

“Shucks!” Harry cried, trying to snap his fingers.

James laughed and took his turn. They played like that for a while, until everyone’s cards ran low with pairs lined up in front of them. Regulus was winning by a landslide, and James only had one pair of fours, but Harry was having a good time.

Regulus wouldn’t have expected it growing up, but he loved family game nights now, getting to play stupid card games and board games with the people he loved more than anything in the world.

“Do you have a king?” Harry asked suddenly, grinning widely.

Regulus looked over at James before reaching out and placing a hand atop one of his. “I do have a king,” Regulus replied, affection lacing his tone.

He wasn’t talking about his cards anymore.

[ptanalo]

silly meets silly

[foursaints]

BARTY WOULD HIT. BARTY WOULD HIT. BARTY WOULD HIT

im having a vision

[regscupid]

1/7 prompt: headache (1113 words) - @jegulus-microfic

Every year at the start of football season, Regulus’ university team holds its annual Boy Toy Charity Auction. A makeshift stage and runway are set up in whatever large, open space the event planners can secure and the players are sent out, one by one, to sell themselves to the highest bidder for the night. It’s a win for everyone really– the money goes to a good cause, the bidders get to go on dates with their pick of ‘the hottest guys on campus’, and the football players get nice, long, strokes to their egos. Regulus couldn’t have cared less about the whole thing.

And yet, here he stands in a room packed tight with people who have spent the whole night ready to throw their money at every attractive man to walk down the runway, too-loud music and voices speaking over each other sending Regulus hurtling towards a headache. Most players have already been bid on, and Regulus can feel himself getting restless.

He only came because Sirius insisted. Absolutely not because James, Sirius’ best friend and the guy he’d been mildly pining over since he was twelve, would be a part of the auction. Even less so because there had been a recent shift in their relationship, barely concealed hope growing a bit with every interaction between them. He wasn’t desperate to see who would bet on James, and how James reacted to it. Not at all.

“Do you think they’ll bid out the sound guy?” Sirius cranes his neck to get a good look at the tall man on the side of the stage, clearly trying to do as much of his job as possible without being seen. Regulus recognizes him immediately as Remus Lupin, the TA in one of his classes.

Regulus scowls, “I don’t know? I don’t care.”

Sirius bites his lip, still distracted by Remus when Regulus’ words seem to register. He turns back to Regulus, squinting. “Just because you’re getting impatient waiting for your choice bid doesn’t mean you get to have an attitude. No one likes a grouch.”

“I’m not bidding on him,” he mumbles.

Sirius nods with a look of mock contemplation, “So you’re fine with someone else bidding on him then?”

Regulus ignores the way his face heats up and his chest tightens at the thought, rolling his eyes.

“I’ll live.”

The music fades as the man at the podium begins to announce the next player.

“Alright, this is our last boy for the night, so get excited and turn out those pockets! Remember, this is for a good cause!” The music swells as the crowd cheers.

James Potter has always thrived on attention. Regulus figured it had to be some mix of being an only child and being as attractive he is. It had to have gone to his head.

So, it’s unsurprising when he bounds onto the stage, smile blinding as people in the crowd whoop and wolf whistle. Regulus watches dumbfounded as he struts to the end of the runway, before reaching down and pulling his jersey over his head, revealing the “BOY TOY” painted across his chest.

“Here we have team captain and heartthrob, James Potter! Do we have a first bid?” The announcer has to all but yell into the microphone to be heard over the crowd.

“Eighty dollars!”

“Jesus,” Sirius laughs. Regulus is not laughing.

“Eighty dollars! Do I hear eighty-five?”

Panic grips Regulus as the bid gets higher and higher. Most bids that night hadn't even reached eighty dollars, yet alone started there. Before his senses can kick in, he’s calling out a bid of his own.

“One hundred and ten!” Just out of the corner of his eye, he sees Sirius turn toward him, mouth agape. His face burns, and he can’t look at James, but he has already committed to it.

“One hundred ten! Is there a one-fifteen?

“One hundred and fifty dollars!” a woman somewhere in the crowd calls. Regulus grits his teeth.

“One-eighty,”

“One-ninety!”

Regulus groans under his breath, too aware that he only had two hundred dollars in his wallet at the moment. He turns to Sirius, who's watching with wide eyes and an amused grin. “Do you have cash on you?”

“Yeah, fifty. Why?”

“Give it to me.”

“What? No.”

“Please for the love of god, Sirius, I’ll pay you back and introduce you to the sound guy, I know him. Just do this one thing for me.”

“One-ninety going once!”

“Fine.”

“Two-fifty!”

When no one attempts to outbid him, Regulus lets out a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding in since the bidding started. He finally looks at James as he begins walking backward on the runway. His smile has turned into a smirk, and he winks at Regulus before turning around and jogging backstage. Regulus’ stomach curls into not entirely unpleasant knots.

“I can’t believe I just agreed to give you fifty bucks to get with my best friend.” Sirius mumbles, before a slightly delirious laugh bubbles out of him. “I knew you couldn’t handle someone else bidding on him.”

Regulus chooses not to respond, only shoving his arm instead.

Everyone begins clearing out, either disappointed that they didn’t win any dates, celebrating their winning bids, or simply buzzing from the dramatic end to it all.

“Better go see your ‘date’. Tell Prongs to have you home by midnight or I’ll hunt you both down.”

Regulus scowls, but there's no real bite to it, the nerves beginning to get to him. He says goodnight, then works his way to the table set up next to one of the doors for payment. Just as he’s finished telling the woman his name and handing over the money, he catches James standing a few feet behind him. His arms are crossed over his chest and Regulus has to try very hard not to look down at his biceps. Not that looking at his grin dead-on was much better.

“If you wanted to go on a date that bad you could’ve just asked, you didn’t have to drop two hundred and fifty dollars on me.”

Regulus is hyper-aware of the woman sitting there watching them. So, with the payment all taken care of, he steps away from the table, expecting James to follow him out of the building. He does.

“Don’t get a big head about it.”

James rests his hand on his chest and faux-gasps, “How can I not when the Regulus Black wants that badly to go on a date with me?”

“...Do you think they do refunds?”

“No, you’re stuck with me.” James’ smile softens, and Regulus can’t help the small smile that pulls at his own lips.

[maxinewebs]

this would be a perfect promp

Sirius finding out about jegulus in a library mid day: HOW COULD YOU, YOU BROTHERFUCKER?!

James: I HAVENT EVEN FUCKED HIM YET

Regulus: …

Sirius: did you say yet?

James: no.. you’re hearing things.

Sirius with his eye twitching: …

Regulus: James… run.

[immortalbutterflycos]

“The name, The Infirius… What does that mean, exactly?” James asks, lightheartedly, staying as quiet as he can as he breaks the silence between them. Or at least, whatever silence there ever is when surrounded by the constant crashing of waves all around them.

Regulus huffs a bitter, near-silent laugh followed by such a long silence that James is starting to get the idea that his question won’t be answered at all.

“It comes from an old legend.” Regulus finally murmurs, “An Infirius is essentially a reanimated corpse. They feel no pain. They can’t be cut by a blade, they’re fast, and they have incredible strength.” 

James frowns but doesn’t interrupt.

“Only there’s another part of that legend that everyone else chooses to ignore.” Regulus turns his head to meet his eyes and James sees something sad within them. Sad and sharp with anger.

“Inferi have no free will.” He whispers, “They can’t even think for themselves. They can’t feel, can’t breathe, can’t take their lives back. All they can do is follow the orders of their Master. If he says kill? You kill. If he says die? You die. Not even half of a life. Just a puppet on a string that can’t be cut.”

��Regulus, you are not a corpse,” James murmurs firmly with sincerity in his eyes; in the very line of his brow.

“You are alive. You have air in your lungs and fire in the depths of your eyes–I can see it. Yeah, just there...” He points to a spot in Regulus’ eye, his lips curling up into a small smile. “Your will is as free as you are desperate to take it back from those who stole it from you in the first place. Regulus Black, you are not an Inferius. You are a human being. Your will are your sheers. If you want something cut, pick them up and do it. It is your will. Not theirs.”

[ecstarry]

Can you do more James and Regulus' oral fixation plssss 🙏🏼🙏🏼

doing this in the morning just gets me in SUCH a good mood, thank you for your patience babeee <33

My boy James is VERY skilled with the fingers and tongue combo, he's making sure Reg is veryyyyy well attended ajhsdbhjasdsa

Reg fuckings LOSES it when he's close to finishing and fucking PULLS James' hair desperately, which only turns James MORE like that man truly lives to be manhandled by his boyfriend

also about that finger-tongue combooo James LOVEEES to make Reg suck on James' fingers and theeeen start working him up

one of their favorites ways to do it is Reg on the edge of the bed and James on his knees on the floor and sometimes it gets so intense that James is practically CARRING him on top of him IDK HOW TO EXPLAIN IT I HOPE YOU SEE MY VISION, LIKE FROM THE EDGE OF THE BED TO JAMES STILL ON HIS KNEES WITH REG SITTING ON TOP OF HIM WHILE HE EATS HIM OUT

If they've been apart for too long (3 days) the second James gets going Reg is already soooo wet and just soooo like sensitive that it truly just takes less than 5 minutes for him to have his first orgasm

They alwaaaaaays ALWAYS start with a lovelyyyy oral before doing anything else, that's their foreplaaaay at this point

[ca-3-lestis]

𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐃𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬.

Regulus trailed behind Barty and Evan, as the latter two were in deep conversation about the newest dark arts teacher. Regulus didn't care much about the teacher, they all disappear within a year.

At the moment, Regulus was being dragged to was a party, being hosted by the Gryffindors. Though he had absolutely no interest in attending, this was possibly the only chance he had to get a glimpse of his brother. Along with messy haired boy he is always with. Entering The Three Broomsticks, loud chatter hit Regulus's ears.

"Reggie, drink?" Evan asked.

"No, it's fine," Regulus shook his head. "I'll get one myself later."

Evan nodded and left to get a drink for himself and Barty.

Barty gave him a grin, "Don't be a bore mate, I know the lions suck but you have to admit, they have amazing parties."

"Don't you have something to do? Like find a corner where you snog Evan the whole night?" Regulus replied in a blank tone.

"You know me," Barty said, clutching his heart dramatically.

Regulus gave out a small smile when he saw Barty going around to find empty spaces. Evan was already busy in a conversation with Pandora and Dorcas. Regulus walked to the bar and ordered himself a butterbeer.

"Here's your drink, dear." Rosemerta gave Regulus his drink with smile, to which he replied with curt nod.

He began to take out his wallet to pay but the barmaid stopped him. "It's paid for," She nodded to the other end of the bar, where stood a grinning James Potter.

Regulus blinked with surprise for a second, before giving a wave of gratitude to James. And James took it as his sign to make contact.

"Baby Black," James smiled brightly, making Regulus wonder, as to just what it was that made him so lively.

"It's just Black," Regulus said in a low tone.

"Well, you are Sirius's little brother, which makes you baby Black."

Regulus scoffed, "And if I wasn't Sirius's little brother?"

"Then our situation would be much different," James said. The smile remained, but his voice was rough.

James leaned in, far too close, yet Regulus hoped he was closer. Goosebumps showed on his skin, making him aware of James's presence. Regulus could see clearly into the hazel brown eyes, which were shining with a glint of trouble so evident, that it made Regulus wonder what mischief was brewing in James's mind. James reached close enough to place a soft kiss on Regulus's cheek. James grabbed his drink and looked straight at Regulus.

"See you around, baby Black."

James gave the boy a wink before turning to find his friends.

Regulus touched his cheek, "Oh fuck."

[thelyinggrapevine]

Regulus, not caring what his mother thinks anymore: hey guys

Barty: what the fuck

Regulus: what

Evan: you have glasses???

Sirius: yeah I second that, what the fuck Reg

Regulus: I've literally been in the same house as you for fifteen years, how did you not know Sirius

Remus: in all fairness, you do always say that you're in your room all the time if you can help it

Regulus: yeah I guess

Pandora: well, I think you look nice

Regulus: thank you, Dora

Barty, snatching the glasses off of Regulus' face: holy shit dude *steals James' glasses* HOW ARE YOU BLINDER THAN JAMES WHAT THE FUCK?

Sirius: WHAT

Lily, laughing her ass off: James still smacks into things with them on

Regulus: guys please

Peter, oblivious: dude, you're as blind as a bat holy crap

Barty, Remus, and Lily, who were the first to find out: Pffft—

Regulus, glaring at them: shut your fucking mouth

James: what is going on, I can't see shit

Regulus, sighing: fucking me neither, I've just been guessing from the color of their clothes

[moonyswarmsweaters]

me: do literally anything

my mind: I wonder which Mauraders era character would also do it too

[chasingthestarss]

James “Tell me every terrible thing you ever did, and let me love you anyways” Potter

[eloise175]

HE’S BACK HE’S SO BACK WE ARE BACK CALLISTO NATION WE WON

FATHER AND MOTHER SERVED

Look at him not missing a chance to rizz Penelope up, he was waiting for this and so were we

CALLISTO FATHERED SO HARD OMFG BARK BARK WROOF WROOF GOING BALLS TO THE WALLS CRAZY

New outfit came in clutch, bro’s majestic, bro’s beautiful, bro’s mesmerizing

Penelope is so strong I would’ve yanked him down to kiss him

[gelly-fsh]

Sorry but I just cannot stop thinking about President of the United States Remus Lupin, considered one of the most popular and handsome bachelor of his time (like why and how is he still single?) Gets a little sweet surprise for his birthday.

All of the US most powerful people are reunited in the event to celebrate President's Lupin birthday. They auditorium is packed to the brim, Prime Minister and best friend of the President James Potter just finished giving a speech about Remus, but he doesn't leave the stage. Instead, he gives that wicked smile of his that only meant mischief.

"Ladies and Gentleman, it is my great honor to present someone who really wants to wish our dear President a happy birthday. For all of you, Sirius Black!"

Enter Sirius Black, one of the most famous actors of his time, a symbol of beauty and sexiness and all things carnal and desirable, covered in a big white fur coat while he delicately walks to the podium.

Everyone is holding their breaths, and most of them end out choking on their breaths when Sirius removes the coat from his body, revealing a beautiful dress that was filled with diamonds, every curve of his body was hugged just right, the definition of desire.

He carefully moves the microphone to his height, dainty fingers covered in delicate gloves, and everyone could hear how he took a small breath before smiling sultrily.

"Happy....birthday to you

Happy Birthday to you

Happy birthday, Mr. President" the song felt intimate, way too intimate, but Sirius Black didn't care, and by the enraptured gaze the President had, neither did President Lupin

"Thanks, Mr. President

For all the things you've done"

The song was rather short, it was like it finished in a blink of an eye, but you were not able to forget any moment of it either. The movements, the seductive voice, the garment that made Sirius look like he wore nothing at all.

That night was historical, and everyone knew it.

After that, there was obviously rumors of the relationship between US beloved President and US beloved icon, and if President Lupin had invited Sirius Black to his quarters in the White House after the gala, it was something History would have to question forever.