He Needed To Know What Nathaniel Was Saying In This Historic Moment.

“He needed to know what Nathaniel was saying in this historic moment.”

Meanwhile Neil

Sirius: Part of the Remus Lupin allure is, number one, that he’s hot. But number two, he has mystique. He’s mysterious. He doesn’t look you in the eye when he’s talking to you-

James: That’s not mystique, that’s autism

Sirius: It’s pronounced hotism

There are so many fics where James fake dates Reg or Lily to make the other jealous but like

Where are the ones where post-breakup, Lily fake dates James to piss off Reggie?

Where are they?

its insane to me that people do not eat their food from bite theyre going to enjoy least to the one theyre going to enjoy most. like you bithes just eat at random? what if the last bite sucks? have yall not suffered enough? 🤨

forget - @wolfstarmicrofic - word count: 206

Remus Lupin was perfect.

Sirius took a moment to admire his profile, the way his hair curled perfectly at the base of his neck behind his ear, the shape of his nose and his perfectly plump lips. His eyelashes brushed his cheeks every time he blinked, and Sirius wanted to lean forward, to ghost his mouth over his jawline. How was it possible that someone was so stunning?

The way the other boy bent forward over his notes- so studious and focused, his entire being concentrating on the lecture continuing on around them. But Sirius wasn't concentrating at all. Instead, he was mesmerized by the three freckles on Remus's chin. What would it feel like to run his tongue over them? To taste them? To-

"Mister Black!" McGonagall's voice called him to attention, and his eyes snapped forward just as Remus turned to look at him. "Are you paying attention, or are you too busy studying Mister Lupin?"

Blushing, Sirius responded, "No, Ma'am, I'm paying attention."

"Then what did I just say about conjuring?" McGonagall challenged him, an eyebrow raised.

But Sirius was at a loss for words, because now his eyes had locked with Remus's. "I...forget," he mumbled, grinning as Remus smirked cheekily at him.

Jegulus - based on an anonymous request for Jegulus going at it for a long time - requests open! - NSFW Explicit, minors DNI - trans!regulus

Regulus lay on James's chest, his heartbeat slowing along with his breathing.

The heat of James's chest almost lulled Regulus to sleep, his body exhausted after the three orgasms the other man had pulled from him- first with his fingers, then with his tongue, expertly flicking along Regulus's clit, then with his cock deep inside him.

It was rare moments like these that Regulus felt safe. Comfortable. James's arms loosely around the small of his back made him feel protected and loved, and the smell of sweat and sex and James was intoxicating in the best way.

He could stay here forever.

But all of a sudden, James shifted his hips, causing his half-hard cock that was still buried inside Regulus to twitch. Tiredly, Regulus let out a deep moan, the movement having caused his insides to reignite and clench.

"Fuck, Reg," James murmured breathlessly, his hands moving to scoop handfuls of Regulus's arse. "D'you want more, baby?"

And he did. He couldn't get enough of James, especially when he was surrounded by him like this. Whimpering needily, Regulus nodded into James's chest, canting his hips, making them both gasp.

To James's credit, he immediately grabbed Regulus's hips, guiding them both into a sinful grind, heat building in Regulus's core as James filled out inside of him. "God, you're so wet, darling," James groaned, thrusting upward as he pushed Regulus's hips down, all while Regulus stared moving his hips to help them along.

"For you-" Regulus gasped, hands clenching around James's biceps as the other man's cock hit something deep within him.

It was messy. They were both exhausted, and already covered in sweat and come, sprawled out on the destroyed bed. Their movements were more grind than thrust as they claimed each other's mouths, the pleasure lighting a fire in Regulus's stomach, building along his spine and sending sparks through his body. He felt the head of James's cock repeatedly rub against something deep in him that made him bite his lip hard, the build of pleasure more of an eruption than anything else.

And with a guttural moan of James's name, Regulus came again, gushing over James's cock, which spilled inside him within seconds.

And as they lay, panting, their very bones exhausted, Regulus couldn't help thinking that he still would love to go again.