#established jegulus

Sirius: Oh, James? His fiancé, logical choice right? No.

Sirius: Oh? Then, me. His brother, the most obvious choice at this point! No.

Mary: I’m confused, who the fuck did he call then?

Sirius, pointing at Remus: Him. And they got maccies right fucking after!! Instead of letting James and I know!

Regulus, nodding: Brother-in-law.

Whenever James sees him frown, he pokes his cheek and says, "Smile."

jegulus (james potter/regulus black)

cw: swearing

James and Regulus are in a standoff.

Spoiled pouts and arms crossed with furrowed brows as they stare down each other from across the kitchen island.

It’s dumb, so dumb that James has half a mind to just throw in the towel right now and call it quits.

However they’re both just as stubborn as the other and there’s no chance that James relinquishes to Regulus’ snotty attitude right now.

“I took it out last week.” James grits out, patience thinning exceedingly as he tries to remain calm.

Regulus’ eye twitches.

“No, I did.” He argues back, form straightening as if preparing himself for a full blown argument

They don’t fight often, if at all.

They’re simple creatures and it’s some twisted form of pleasure that they both work so well together albeit being polar opposites.

What Regulus lacks,James picks up and vice versa.

The concept of soulmates had never been particularly interesting to the both of them until they seemed to almost never disagree about anything.

Until the garbage apparently.

“James if you do not take that bin out, I’m breaking up with you.” Regulus remarks coldly and if James was a weaker man that knew Regulus less than he did, he would crumble.

But James Potter is anything but weak.

“Through sickness and in health motherfucker.” James cheers at him harshly, throwing up his middle finger on his left hand as the light of the kitchen ricochets off the golden band on his ring finger.

Regulus growls, almost stomping his foot in his—adequately put—toddler temper tantrum.

“Just take it out!” Regulus grumbles harshly, tapping his socked feet on the wooden floors.

James snorts, “No.” He replies

“No?” Regulus frowns

“No.” James confirms

“Why?” Regulus demands

“Because you know full well that I took out the garbage last week even though it was your week and now you’re trying to swindle me into doing it again” James responds.

Regulus scoffs at the accusation, glaring at James defensively.

“I am not!” He defends himself

James stares at him.

Regulus breaks under the pressure.

“Fine!” He complains loudly, stomping over to the bin with all the aggression of an annoyed kitten.

“I hope you know the last time I took out the bin, a rat scurried past my feet and you’re willingly sending me off to contract rabies by the way!” Regulus huffs, dragging the trash bag across the floor as he fails to lift it up.

Jegulus • 497 words

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"You have a stupid face," Regulus muttered as he stumbled into James, who caught him easily with an arm around his shoulders.

"Oh? And why is that?" James asked, not even trying to hide his amusement.

"It's distracting," Regulus sent him a pointed look, but it was less effective under half-lidded eyes.

"How so?" James questioned, attempting to keep Regulus upright as they walked.

"It's too pretty, I just wanna keep looking at it."

Suddenly, James dipped Regulus, so they were face-to-face, torsos practically parallel to the ground. The younger boy yelped, while James smirked down at him.

"You think I'm pretty?" he asked, looking rather pleased.

"Well duh." Regulus rolled his eyes, as though it were the most obvious of things. "It just makes me want to kiss you," he mumbled.

“Oh, come on baby,” James whines, pouting and looking straight at Regulus. “I promise you’ll have so much fun!”

Fuck. James is not playing fair right now. He knows Regulus can’t say no to him when he looks like that. Sneaky git.

“Can’t we just go for a normal swim?” Regulus offers.

“Then it won’t be skinny-dipping,” James counters. “I promise you’ll enjoy it!”

Regulus clicks his tongue, determined to make his boyfriend work for it a little more. “Hm, I don’t think so Jamie,” he hums. “What if someone sees us naked?”

“Let them,” James replies, looking like he’s already won. “You’re mine anyways.”

Bless James’ heart. “The police, my love,” Regulus counters. “What if the police sees?”

“I won’t get jealous, I promise.”

Regulus chuckles, rolling his eyes. “I don’t think that’ll matter much when we get arrested for public indecency, Jamie.”

James pouts again, getting close to Regulus and wrapping his arms around his waist. “Pleeease, baby? I’ll make you that lasagna you really like afterwards.”

Regulus rests his head on top on James’ shoulder smirking to himself. “Deal,” he says, pressing a kiss to James’ cheek. “I was going to do it either way.”

(Yes this is literally what it’s called in my notes app)

Please enjoy. I wrote this yesterday and it’s probably pretty rough.

CW: explicit sex

Regulus groaned, his hands tugging at his hair as he bowled over his art history essay. He’d been working on the essay for weeks, but he’d run into a massive problem: he fucking hated it. Why had he thought he could do this? He just wanted to draw, what did he need art history for?

“Need a break?” James asked from across the room. He’d been playing Skyrim for the past hour while Regulus labored over his essay to no avail.

Regulus groaned again. “I’m going to fail out of university and then Sirius will do that thing where he worries and gets that weird tone with me. I hate that fucking tone.”

“You need a break.” James smiled, pausing his game and standing, stretching to the ceiling, his eyes getting that familiar glint that made Regulus want to drop to his knees and unhinge his jaw.

“Fuck off, Potter.” Regulus demanded. “I’ve got to shit to do.”

James turned his chair around, flipping Regulus and shoving their lips together, his hand sliding up Regulus’s neck.

“No. You’re taking a break.” James tugged him up.

Regulus yelped as his boyfriend threw him over his shoulder, carrying him towards their bedroom.

“James!” Regulus made play of being annoyed.

He gasped as James threw him to their bed. Regulus bit his smile down as James dropped, his hands landing on either side of Regulus’s head.

He pressed their lips together as Regulus slid his legs open so James could further press him into the mattress.

The weight of his boyfriend against him forced a needy whimper out of Regulus.

“What do you want?” James murmured, pressing hard kisses down Regulus’s neck.

“F-fuck…” Regulus squirmed. “I want you.”

“How?” James asked, his hands sliding up the team polo sweatshirt that was once James’s but now Regulus claimed as his own.

Regulus moaned and pressed on James’s shoulders, knowing it was enough of a signal.

James licked his lips and shoved his jumper up until it billowed round his neck. He began pressed purposeful slow kisses down Regulus’s chest, his tongue slipping out every now and again. Sliding along Regulus’s scars and dipping into his belly button.

Regulus groaned, his hands getting lost in James’ hair as he traveled down.

James sat up, relishing in the marks now crawling up Regulus’s torso and how his chest rose and fell.

Regulus flushed. “I haven’t got all night, Potter. And neither have you. Sirius will be back soon.”

“Sirius is on a third date with that tall hipster guy from the bar. He’s not coming home tonight.” James remarked, his fingertips sliding underneath Regulus’s sweat and yanking down harshly causing Regulus to slide down as well.

He ran his fingernails up and down Regulus’s thighs, his bottom lip between his teeth.

“Fuck…” James cursed, settling between Regulus’s thighs as he tugged his boyfriend’s round glasses off his face, setting them out of the way.

Regulus squirmed as James bit a trail down his right thigh, his breath hot and making Regulus shiver the closer he got to his center.

“James…” Regulus’s fingers twitched. He was getting needy and desperate and he knew James could tell. But he was going to make him wait. Regulus hated waiting.

The first touch of James’ tongue sent Regulus’s head spinning. James hummed against his clit, sliding his tongue up and down Regulus.

Regulus let out a slow breath, sliding his legs to James’s shoulders.

James always started with slow deliberate ministrations of his tongue, he liked to take his time getting Regulus worked up. He ran his tongue down Regulus’s clit, dipping down to press into his pussy.

Regulus gasped and James sped up. It was a very well choreographed dance they’d spent years rehearsing. James knew just how to undo Regulus’s very impressive composure. Rarely did they deviate, Regulus didn’t like change normally.

But as James continued with this new speed, dipping his tongue as deep as he could into Regulus, sliding his thumb up to rub circles in Regulus clit, Regulus thought he might die.

“James!” He gasped, his hands shooting up to hide his face in his elbows. “Oh fuck!”

His back arched as James rubbed his clit and fucked him with his tongue. He shook through his orgasm, as James carried him through.

He took one slow breath, but James didn’t move. He continued slowly once again, his tongue sliding back up and down Regulus’s slick clit.

Regulus whined, his legs tightening around James’s head.

“Babe…” regulus choked before James thrust his tongue into him again with more force this time. “Ah!”

Regulus shook and writhed underneath James who was expertly shoving Regulus towards his second orgasm in a matter of minutes.

Regulus frantically repeated his boyfriend’s name over and over again, until only something vaguely similar came out of him as he screamed beneath James’s tongue.

“Puh—“ Regulus gasped. His nerves were fried. “James… please…”

He tried pulling his legs off James, but he gripped them firmly and held him in place pressing a wet kiss against Regulus’s clit before sucking.

Regulus whimpered, the pain and pleasure threatening to suffocate him. He tried shoving James’ head away, tried squirming out of his reach.

But James would not let up.

“James…” Regulus gasped. “I can’t!” He almost felt panicked at how close he was to a third orgasm.

James paused only for a moment and Regulus immediately missed the heat of his mouth.

Regulus met the man’s golden eyes. He was panting, his face slick as he huffed out a laugh.

“C’mon baby. You can do one more.” James pressed.

Regulus’s chest was rising and falling hard as his lungs worked overtime to give him air.

“F-fuck…” Regulus dropped his head to the pillows, loosening the grip of his thighs as James fell back down.

He slid his tongue up and down Regulus’s cunt twice before sucking again on his clit, his finger sliding up and into him.

Regulus gasped and found himself grinding against James’ fingers, his hips raising as his cries grew louder and louder until he was sobbing out, his body strung taut and rigid. He couldn’t breathe, he couldn’t see, his eyes clouded over in soft white.

They fell back into their routine as James leapt up, sliding out of his pants and into Regulus in one slick movement.

His tongue tasted sharp and keen as his lips met Reggie’s while he fucked with abandon into Regulus’s dripping pussy.

“So fucking good, Reggie.” He groaned. “So fucking good.”

Regulus was slow to come down, wrapping shaky arms around James as he felt his boyfriend’s hips stutter and seize as he spilled into Regulus.

Regulus couldn’t speak yet. He couldn’t even think enough to form a single thought. His mind was waves slapping against rock.

He blinked tears away as his vision finally returned to normal.

He didn’t want to look over at James’ stupid smug face, but against his better judgment peaked towards the man still lying on top of him.

James looked completely chuffed with himself as he looked down at Regulus.

Regulus shoved his face away. “Don’t even.” He barely got out.

James snickered above him, dropping his head to Regulus’s neck.

They laid there for a while, half naked and covered in sex as Regulus twirled a strand of hair in his fingers.

He let out a contented sigh and pushed James off him, slipping off their bed and tugging a shirt out their laundry hamper to clean up with, sliding his sweats back around his hips.

“What are you doing?” James asked, rolled over as he watched Regulus.

“I’m going to go and finish my essay. Think my head is finally clear enough.”

He smiled at James who lifted his hand up for a high five.

These two types of people get married.

…much like James and Regulus.

James is tidying up after dinner one night when Regulus offers to take out the dog and grab the mail.

Twenty-five minutes later, Regulus storms into the house, his expression livid.

“Oh, hi love,” James says, looking up with a smile that falters immediately upon taking in Regulus’s face.

“Don’t ‘oh hi love’ me,” Regulus thunders. “Where the hell were you?!”

“Reg?”

“I got stuck out there talking to neighbors!” Regulus’s nostrils flare. “Neighbors, James.”

“Oh I saw,” James smiles, reaching down to pet the dog. “I popped out to see where you’d gone and when I saw you talking, I figured you’d be in when you were done.”

“James.”

“Regulus.”

“If ever you see me talking to our neighbors, you must know, after seven years, that this is clearly a horrible mistake and that something has gone awry and I am in need of rescuing,” Regulus throws himself onto the sofa, scowling. “And now Whisky Lullaby has my phone number!”

“Okay, I’ll keep that in mind for next time, sorry love,” James struggles to hold back a smile. “Wait— how did she get your phone number?”

“Oh, there won’t be a next time,” Regulus seethes, glaring through the walls as if the nosy neighbors can somehow see. “And I don’t bloody know, it just happened. We’ll have to move.”

James is used to Regulus’s theatrics, and he reaches out, pulling his husband into his arms and pressing a fond kiss to the top of his tousled curls.

“I’m sure it’s not as bad as all that, love,” he says, smiling as Regulus nestles in closer in spite of the sour expression on his face.

“You weren’t there,” Regulus moaned, face in hands. “They just popped out of nowhere. My peace!”