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that-one-gay-from-the-gay-club · 1 month

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HI IM A LITTLE LATE I WAS AT A CONCERT HSHZHDUAAUID

@croptopjames <3 NSFW but not explicit

It's sinful, fucking sinful.

When Regulus agreed to be dragged along to this guys birthday party as part of him and his brother reconciling, this isn't how he thought it would go.

He thought it would maybe go something along the lines of he got a drink or two or three, say hi to the birthday boy, meet his brothers boyfriend and other two "best friends in the whole- the whoolle wide world reggie" he had slurred just slightly (just preparty drinks things), and then maybe, maybe if he got drunk enough, dance a bit. You know.

Most of those things did happen, to be fair. But the one thing he didn't see coming was James Fleamont Potter.

James potter, with his fucking dancing and his fucking hips and that fucking crop top. He had a waist that regulus just wanted to sink his teeth into, one that would look much better with handprint bruises, and his tattoo, that fucking tattoo, the stag antlers just barely peeking over his jeans.

Just barely, that is, until James hooks a finger in his waistband and starts swaying his hips to the beat of the music, other arm holding his bottle above his head, the head that's thrown back exposing a neck Regulus just wants to wrap his hands around and squeeze.

The worst decision he could make is walk over to him.

So he walks over to him, drink in hand (there's no way he's leaving it unattended) and smiles his most innocent smile. He looks up at James though his eyelashes, a perk of being the smallest black brother.

"And who might you be?" James grins. "No no, noono let me guess. Baby Black."

"Oh fuck that Nickname sucks, Potter" Regulus all but shudders

"Potter? Not James?" He pouts. Regulus wants to bite that lip, bite down on it and pull antil it bleeds. He wants to watch the blood run down James's chin and then lick it off.

He's so fucked. He stands up on tiptoe, so he can be right next to James's ear. He'll blame it on the music.

"James" he murmurs, low and dark and sweet all at the same time. He could have sworn James shuddered at the name.

"Regulus." James copies his tone, in his own ear, and if he sounded anything like that whilst saying James's name then he's surprised James is still upright. It makes his knees buckle for a second.

Strong arms wrap around his waist, and a slower song comes on.

"Dance with me?"

Regulus nods. Its polite, isn't it? It's rude to say no to the birthday boy. Even if, technically, it stopped being his birthday about an hour ago. The pair dance, and get far too close, and Regulus has his hands on that fucking crop top and on James's stupid little waist. It's fucking- it's not tiny, but it's not big. It's muscled. Seriously, the man is sculpted from clay or some shit.

Regulus tugs at the crop top. It reaches to a little above his belly button, and Regulus really really wants to rip it off.

"Now now honey, what are you doing that for?" Regulus blushes at the pet name, and it's almost impossible to hide because of how pale he is. James smirks, fucking smirks. Its usually something regulus Hayes, but on James it makes him want to kiss, and scratch and bite and make James his.

"Do you maybe want to go upstairs?" James asks, almost hesitantly, despite how confidently he's now murmuring in Regulus's ear and- and oh fuck, and kissing his neck.

He nods, frantically, resisting the urge to bite his lip.

"Not good enough, baby, I want to hear you say it" James says, standing up straight again, cocky smile back in place.

Regulus can play that game too. He stands on his tiptoes, wrapping his arms around James's neck and breathing in his ear.

"Please, sir? Can we go upstairs, to your room?" He says, tongue dripping with honey, as he gently tugs at James's earlobe with his teeth

#SORRY ITS BAD ITS RUSHED #marauders #jegulus #marauders era #james potter #regulus black #sirius black #harry potter #jegulus microfic #microfiction #marauders fanfiction #hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry #croptopjames #croptopjames submission #james potter x regulus black #crop top james #james potter in a crop top

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my-castles-crumbling · 3 months

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"That's....my shirt," James Potter murmurs as Regulus exits the bathroom, wearing only one of James's oversized Quidditch jerseys, 'Potter' scrawled across his back, hem of the shirt barely covering his arse, eyes glinting with amusement, exposed thighs drawing James's eyes instantly.

They don't get much sleep that night.

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"That....is my shirt," Regulus Black chokes as James exits the bathroom, wearing Regulus's too-small black tee-shirt with low-riding jeans, a clear three inches of skin exposed at his hips, self-assured smile on his lips, muscles in his abs rippling through the tight shirt.

They don't get much sleep that night.

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to-boldly-escape · 3 months

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Deviation from standard uniform protocol

As said before…I came to tumblr because I wanted to draw space men in crop tops ✨

Spock’s momentary lapse…under the cut

nonchalant acceptance? dry humour?…or maybe he'd just stand there with a raised eyebrow or a subtle quirk on his lips.

#star trek tos #james t kirk #jim kirk in a crop top #this is my duty #toboldyescapeart #spock #spirk #I see no logical reason to object #spock’s expressions always betray him #sorry the pencil and colour combo is kind of muddy

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static-radio-ao3 · 1 month

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@croptopjames // frat boy james in a very tiny t-shirt proves to be quite distracting when regulus is trying to study // words: 687

Regulus is just about to consider the pros and cons of repeatedly slamming his head into the desk when the door opens.

He’s holed away in James’ room, escaping the madness of his own dorm, where Evan is frantically trying to memorize human anatomy, and the library, where Regulus’ soul vacates his body one hour at a time.

James is a willing host, although he seems to have some trouble letting Regulus study. He had to send his boyfriend on a run to get some quiet, because James can be very very distracting when he wants to be.

Thankfully, Regulus has managed to make his way through a good few chapters by the time James returns and it’s for the better because—

“Hi, sweetheart,” James pants, sweat dripping down his neck, catching on the gold chain that disappears under the collar of his shirt. “Got some studying done?”

Regulus swallows dryly. His eyes catch on the strip of skin between the hem of James’ t-shirt and shorts.

His t-shirt. His very tiny t-shirt. His t-shirt that rides up when James lifts a hand to card through his sweaty curls and reveals more tan skin. Dark hair trails down his stomach and disappears beneath the waistband of his boxers, a path Regulus is eager to track.

There is cotton in Regulus’ head, static between his ears, not a single thought behind his eyes, only a continuous loop of JamesJamesJamesJa—

“Take a picture, baby. It’ll last longer.”

Heat floods Regulus’ face. “Shut up.”

“No, I’m flattered, really.” James lifts a hand and presses it against his still-heaving chest.

“Your own boyfriend ogling you is not a flex.”

“No, but half the campus ogling me is.”

“Only half?” Regulus mocks, bottom lip jutting out in a pout. He ignores the spark of annoyance he feels; James is just trying to rile him up, he knows this. But James is very good at finding Regulus’ last nerve and picking at it until it snaps.

Admittedly, the stress of exam week leaves him slightly more irritable than he usually would be, so when he asks, “Where is the rest of your shirt, by the way?” there is a bit more bite in his tone than he intended.

James simply shrugs. “Laundry day.”

Regulus’ eye twitches.

He turns in his chair again, eyes trained on the chapter he is currently revising. It is riveting stuff, something about Alexander the Great and his conquest of Macedonia. Except, the words swim on the page, none of them registering, but Regulus refuses to give James the satisfaction of— of— well, he just refuses to give James the satisfaction.

“Sweetheart…” James murmurs, voice low and sweet, tempting Regulus into looking up again. He’s leaning against the door frame, posture relaxed but his brow furrowed. Neither of them says anything when their gazes meet.

“You really shouldn’t be allowed out of the house like this, you know. It’s obscene.” Regulus’ voice sounds rough. It is not annoyance that makes the words gravelly.

“Are you mad at me?” James crosses his arms in front of his chest, the muscles in his arms bulging a little with the movement. He tilts his head in consideration.

Regulus scoffs and a slow smile spreads across James’ face.

“Regulus, sweetheart, are you mad at me?”

“Yes!” Regulus slams his textbook shut. “Because you’re distracting me! Again!”

The corner of James' mouth twitches. He says nothing for a moment, simply regards Regulus. Then:

“Wanna get it out of your system?”

The question has barely left his lips before Regulus is shoving the chair back, not too worried about the way it topples over onto the floor. He is much too busy tugging James’ shorts down, allowing a hand to trail up up up under James’ shirt and splay possessively over his abs while he swallows his boyfriend whole.

The next time James and his very tiny t-shirt go for a run, Regulus makes sure no one gets any ideas. A hickey on the tan skin of his stomach tells everyone that they can look all they want but James Potter is a taken man.

#frat boy james you will always be famous #james in a crop top would also distract me to be fair #regulus didn't stand a chance #happy james day to those who celebrate #he's about to get his soul sucked out #everybody cheer #james potter #regulus black #jegulus #mil's microfics #mil's writing #frat boy james au

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pretentiouswreckingball · 1 month

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✯my entry for the @croptopjames fest✯

jegulus | 1.3k | non-canon/magical au

summary:

It was revenge, they say, for a prank they played on the other houses. So if Lupin and Pettigrew got their trousers turn into shorts, and Black got his shirt turn into a crop top, then that means Potter—

“Did you hear what happened?”

“They say it was revenge for a prank on the other houses,”

“Seems like a weird way to take revenge,”

“Someone said it was a new statement for the dress code,”

“Of course those Gryffindors would come up with something like that,”

“Mila from my transfiguration class says someone charmed their clothes to transform into something else whenever they wear it. You know, trousers turn into shorts and—”

“Oh, so that’s why Lupin and Pettigrew were wearing shorts! But why was Black’s shirt cropped? Not that I mind the view but—”

“Maybe the spell worked in pairs? If Lupin and Pettigrew got shorts, and Black’s shirt was cropped, then maybe Potter got—”

But Regulus had heard enough.

He should’ve known something was off the moment he crossed Lupin and Pettigrew earlier that day wearing shorts of all things, but if he was completely honest with himself, his mind was somewhere else and didn’t even think twice about it. But now, after eavesdropping on a conversation of some sixth years, maybe he shouldn’t have been so dismissive.

Entering the Great Hall for lunch, Regulus makes a b-line for his seat at the end of the Slytherin table and starts filling his plate absentmindedly, trying to ignore the sight of his brother at the Gryffindor table, talking animatedly to Lupin and Pettigrew, still in those ridiculous clothes. His mind inevitably going to the person who’s conveniently, not among them.

The thing is, Regulus isn’t capable of thinking of a piece of clothing that would look bad on James Potter.

He has seen the guy practising on the Quidditch pitch for Salazar’s sake. He has had a front row of what James’ body looks like when he leans on his broom, quaffle in hand, gaining some speed over his fellow teammates. He has seen how his forearms look when he grips the handle hard and how his thighs squeeze the rear of the broom when he’s doing a particularly hard move so he doesn’t fall.

So no, he doesn't think there’s a piece of clothing that would look bad on him, he could pull any look, especially a crop top, and that is the problem, isn’t it?

Regulus could feel his cheeks warming at the thought. Oh no this is bad, what he’s going to do if he sees him wearing that? He’s going to make a fool of himself and he can’t afford that. No, Regulus needs to get the fuck out of there if he wants to make it with his dignity intact.

Practically stuffing his face, Regulus tries to be as quick as possible, cursing in his mind at the idiot who hexed James Potter to be stuck with that particular piece of clothing, or lack thereof, more like.

“Let it not be said that we don’t do anything nice for you, Regulus,” a voice comes from behind and Regulus freezes and then groans.

Looking up from his plate, he eyes the pair who has taken the seats in front of him, both looking smug as fuck, “You guys are unbelievable,”

Evan hums in agreement, “Aren’t we just?”

“Wasn’t a compliment,”

Barty tuts disapprovingly, stealing a piece of food from Regulus' plate and popping it in his mouth, “Why Regulus, we thought you would be thrilled by this, can’t believe you’re this ungrateful.”

“Crop tops, really?” He huffs, stabbing whatever is left of his chicken, “And don’t get me started on the shorts.”

“Those were my idea,” Evan mentions.

Regulus doesn’t get it, “Why though?”

“We couldn’t be so obvious and only hex Potter, we had to cover our traces,” Barty says, turning his head slightly to look at the Gryffindor table. “Besides, the others look ridiculous, minus your brother of course, the bastard is fit as fuck.”

“Why though?” Regulus repeats, this time even more aggravated at the notion of Barty ogling his brother.

Evan gives him a pointed look, “You know why,”

Regulus drop his gaze, sniffing lightly. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,”

Barty smirks at him, “You will,”

There’s a sudden ruckus at the entrance. The voices grow loud and you could hear some whistles here and there but what actually catches Regulus’ eyes when he looks up, is the man at the doors.

Something inside him is pleased to notice he was right about James looking good in any piece of clothing, especially something that would show his really fit body. James is looking a little dishevelled, but that only makes him look even prettier. Still enthralled by the sight of James Potter wearing something this sinful, Regulus notices a little too late a voice shouting really close to him, efficiently taking him out of his rivery.

“Looking good, Potter!”

“Barty!” Regulus hisses in embarrassment as James looks in his direction. And oh, the way he smiles at Regulus as soon as their eyes connect.

Regulus is incapable of doing much else under the intensity of that look, he wants to run like he had planned before. He wants to hide, not only from James but from the way he feels when he’s near. Pathetic as it is, the only thing Regulus is capable of doing is following James as he makes his way to the Slytherin table.

Regulus blinks hard at that. Wait, Slytherin table?

Before Regulus can process that, James is already standing right in front of him.

“Rosier, Crouch,” he greets them, still not taking his eyes off Regulus.

“Potter,” Barty nods in his direction. “Nice shirt, does it come in men’s?”

James grin turns sharp, “You don’t want me to answer that, Crouch,”

“Okay, time to go, have a great one!” Evan practically drags Barty aways as the latter cackles like a madman all the way out of the Great Hall.

When his laugh fades, James is still in front of Regulus and Regulus is purposefully looking at anything but his face, so his gaze inevitably fall at the only thing at his eye-level, James’ stomach.

There are beads of sweet running down over that beautiful golden skin and all Regulus wants, is to touch it to see if it’s as soft as it looks. Wondering how it would feel under his teeth.

James clears his throat to catch Regulus' attention. Unnecessary, since he hasn’t lost it the moment he entered the Great Hall.

“So, Regulus,” he starts.

“Yes?” He can see the trail of hair disappearing under the navy trousers. He’s having a hard time not to reach out and touch it.

He’s being so brave about this whole thing, someone should notified his mind-healer.

A beat of silence and then a hand, reaching for his chin and turning his face up, callous fingers against his soft skin. The sight of James’ playful smile makes something inside him melt.

“My eyes are up here, love.”

His cheeks get warmer out of the embarrassment of being caught. Not that he was subtle in the least but still, embarrassing.

James doesn’t seem to mind in the least.

“You’re blushing,” he notices.

Regulus' face is practically red at this point.

“Shut up,” he grumbles and James chuckles.

“No, no, I like it,” he says, voice soft. “Red looks good on you,” and then he proceed to fucking caressing his cheek.

It’s settled then, Regulus is living inside a romantic novel where making a fool out of yourself in front of someone you fancy is necessary and crop tops are a thing.

“What do you want?”

“Just wanting to say hello,” James says, eyes softening. “Hello,”

“Hi,” Regulus says, like an idiot.

“Fancy a Quidditch game with me?”

Regulus frowns. “Right now?”

“Why not?”

“You’re not wearing the proper gear,”

James smirks, “I think I will manage,”

This is a bad idea, a terrible one and Regulus knows it, everyone knows it and yet— “Lead the way then,”

James lets his hand drop from his face, and it takes all of Regulus not to chase the touch, but the feeling of loss is quickly replaced with excitement when he sees James holding his hand up for Regulus to take.

Regulus does, of course he does.

Hand in hand, they make it to the Quidditch pitch.

Together.

#well. let it not be said I never do anything nice for you guys #happy birthday James!!!#pathetic Reggie my fave Reggie #wait for the slutty shorts James later today!!#and just fyi Sirius looks amazing in that crop top too #also pardon any mistakes I wrote this last night half asleep #anyways enjoy!!!#james potter #James Potter birthday #croptopjames #jegulus #jegulus fic #jegulus microfic #(?) idk

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veryinnovative · 1 month

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little microfic for crop top james fest <3 happy birthday to my favorite orange cat. @croptopjames wc: 447. not explicit but dirty thoughts + talk.

It’s downright sinful how James prances about in the bustling living room of his shared flat with Sirius, body-packed and lively with the inebriated movements of twenty people or so raising the nth toast to celebrate his birthday. The mixed drinks are more liquor than anything else, concocted true to Mary’s diabolical taste since passing out drunk and enduring a three-day-long hangover has become a tradition following Lily’s 'sweet twenty-teen' ordeal. Yet, it isn't just the three shots worth of vodka and a hint of cranberry juice that fills Regulus’ mouth with a sour-bitter tang, no. It’s James, wholly James — sun-sculpted with the bodily proportions carved by God himself.

With every movement, the muscles of his revealed abdomen undulate, his skin left revealed beneath the hem of his crop top that stops just below the swell of his chest. As Regulus’ eyes zero in on the piece of shining metal on James’ navel, he finds himself needing another sip to prevent his thoughts from drifting further away, to the dangerous, lust-filled dreamscapes of dipping his tongue deep in James Potter’s fucking belly button. He knows what that feels like, to have the cold metal press against his tongue, nose buried in the dark dusting of hair that trails down the center. Has done it more than a dozen times.

And James knows. Of course, he fucking does. He arches his back just so when leaning across the pool table and smiles innocently when his nipples pebble underneath Regulus’ heated gaze. So, it’s no surprise to either of them when he ends up dragged away from the party to his bedroom, roughly shoved into the unmade bed that serves as an invitation for Regulus all the same. The sheets still carry both of their scents from the morning, the center still slightly damp where they had been tangled a couple of hours ago.

James stretches out underneath him, long and languid, bronze skin pulled taut around the ladder of his ribs, urging Regulus to climb them into heavenly ascension. And he will. He fucking will. Especially when he bats up his lashes at him, head lazily lolling to the side.

“I’m going to fuck you, James,” Regulus grits out. “I’m going to fuck you senseless.”

James grins, an edge of manic to his eyes as he grabs Regulus by the front of his shirt and drags him into a bruising kiss. “Yeah?” he breathes out into Regulus’ parted mouth, hand reaching out to palm where he’s hard and trapped in his pants. “Put this cock inside of me?”

“And so much more,” Regulus promises against his lips before slipping his hand behind the elastic band of James’ joggers.

#croptopjamesfest #ino microfic tag!#jegulus #james x regulus #jegulus microfic #i coulda written the smut. i could have #but im gonna continue with deadlines #they fuck but james' crop top stays on btw

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iheartjameshetfield · 8 months

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WHEN DID THIS BECOME A WHOREHOUSE???

i love men and their slutty little waists <333

#smth abt men in crop tops bro…#they’re so fine i’m on the floor #HELLO #they look so yummy stop #james hetfield #duff mckagan #dave mustaine #james hetfield smut #duff mckagan smut #dave mustaine smut

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scarefox · 6 months

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#am bringing the goods from xitter #james supamongkon #net siraphop #netjames #bed friend the series #middleman's love #the middleman's love #crop top appreciation tag

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daysofnights · 1 month

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For the @croptopjames fest | Implied Sexual Content (and general horniness) | around 700 words (maybe more that was pre-editing)

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James is dancing. Hands held high in the air in a way almost cruel to the crop top he’s wearing. Forcing it to tortuously stretch in an attempt to cover anything.

Any hint of modesty the top held before is gone and Regulus is using every ounce of his remaining self control not to jump him right there on the makeshift dance floor.

He leans further back against the wall and watches instead. Appreciates. Waits. Allows a small smile when James looks for him across the room. Lets the feeling sink warmly into his skin.

James has always liked being the centre of attention, thrives on it. Regulus doesn’t really understand but he can enjoy the view while James shines.

He likes to know that while everyone else can watch, and watching they are, James continues to choose him. They can watch as much as they want. He’s Regulus’ to touch and be touched by.

He waits until James is walking over to the drinks table to make his move. Gulps down the last of his drink and weaves through the crowd, appearing by James and taking his rightful place. Tucked into James’ side. “Hi, baby.”

He lets one hand slip around James’ waist and squeezes slightly in greeting. Well, more to feel him up, but Regulus never claimed to be a saint. Just pretends to be one sometimes.

He looks up through his eyelashes, puts on his most innocent face. “Wanna do a body shot with me?”

James laughs at the suddenness of the request. “Right now?” he looks back at his friends who have quickly accepted that James isn’t coming back anytime soon. “Sure.”

They stop off for James to grab a drink before making their way over to the kitchen. It’s already set up. Salt, tequila, and lime slices ready to be used.

James hops up onto the end of the counter easily. “So, how do you wanna do this?”

Regulus lets his smile turn a little devilish. “Lie down.”

He places one hand on James’ stomach and pushes gently until he lies back.

The line of James’s abs work as an excellent map for the salt, using far more than he needs to create a trail up his torso. He prompts James to open his mouth and places the lime, lets his fingers brush James’ lips before slowly pulling away.

He’d like to think that he pours the shot slowly to add tension but who is he kidding. He’s itching to be done. Barely processes it.

It’s easy to start licking up the salt just above the trail of hair on James’ stomach. He takes his time with it, keeps eye contact throughout and watches James’ pupils blow as he slowly licks up to the crop tops bottom. The crevices and muscles creating a whole world under his tongue.

He nearly keeps going, further up and up and then back down but he stops himself just in time. Downs the shot to distract himself and barely notices the burn as he swallows.

He can feel James’ eyes following him. Tracing the movement of him swallowing. Knows that if he makes eye contact again he’ll give up on this whole thing right now.

He leverages James’ shirt to pull him up slightly to bite the lime. Lets it act as the only barrier between their lips before stepping back. A string of saliva still attaching them together and he has to resist the urge to spit the lime out on the floor and dive back in.

He moves away to stop the thought, lets go of his hold on the oh so tempting crop top and turns away to throw the lime out. He takes a deep breath before turning back.

James had lain back down when the grip on his shirt disappeared, and is lying there still on the counter. Regulus’ thoughts momentarily turn away from his dick and become slightly more concerned that his small revenge broke his boyfriend.

The fear quickly dissipates when James jumps up to sitting, grinning as he does so, and encourages Regulus to stand between his legs. Leaning forward so that his lips are just a hair’s breadth from his ear. “The lucky thing about being the birthday boy is that my room is just down the hall.”

Regulus suddenly becomes very aware of the large bulge currently digging into his stomach.

He raises an eyebrow, even though James can’t see it, tries to act unimpressed. “Really?”

James pulls back to show off his very smug grin. “Really.”

#croptopjamesfest #if james is wearing a crop top #regulus is going to lick his stomach #its just natural #everyone else is very happy when they finally get a room #even if it is james’ bday #james does in fact miss most of his bday party #also the crop top stays on in the bedroom #i think people should know that #im so tired #cannot edit any more this is it #this is all i can do lmao #jegulus #regulus black #james potter

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ye-olde-trojan-horse · 1 month

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haven’t been writing much lately… but did have a lil time to film something in honour of @croptopjames fest (to the sweet sound of hozier 😌)

<3 you and all your work, kat @messrsage

xoxo nate

#croptopjamesfest #JUSTICE FOR CROP TOP JAMES #THIS ONE IS FOR ALL THE HATERS #WHO ARE WRONG #that’s all #nathara is active? what.#james potter x regulus black #james potter

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my-castles-crumbling · 4 months

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cutting - @jegulus-microfic - word count: 148

"Alright. I'm cutting him off," Remus murmurs, staring, a bit open-mouthed at James.

Regulus stands next to Remus, staring too.

James is in his element. He's in the middle of the Common Room, standing on a table, holding a Butterbeer in one hand and trailing the other hand up his chest moving his hips back and forth in a way that Regulus can only describe as 'sinful.' His eyes are closed and he's mouthing the words to a song Regulus doesn't recognize, but many others in the crowd of the party seem to know it, because they're singing along around him. James's pants are riding low on his waist and his too-short tank top is high, revealing his toned stomach, a deep V with antlers tattooed there peeking through.

Regulus's mouth is watering.

"Eh....wait a little while longer," he mutters to Remus, his eyes locking with James's.