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veryinnovative · 4 months

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@jegulus-microfic | january 3, prompt: ruthless | word count: 1.422 featuring pornstars jegulus! NSFW

“They’re going off-script, why are they going off-script?” Barty grits out, confined to the sidelines since he’s part of the camera crew and not the main act, one hand firmly gripping the tripod’s handle as the other waves the booklet in front of Evan’s face.

Because Regulus is sprawled out on the bed on his back, his harness and strap-on discarded on the floor, purple rubber still glistening from where it had been seven inches deep inside James moments prior. His thighs are spread wide by the broad palms and pinned to the mattress as his set partner crawls between them, face still flush from exertion and hair in total disarray as a result of Regulus’ constant pulling and shoving.

The position is not a total mystery, no. Regulus had been in the industry for over a year now, a short span of time during which he had climbed the rank listings and breached the top ten, now striving after the top five together with James Potter, arrogantly self-proclaimed oral king by the looks of it, always needing something in his mouth to satisfy him or shut him up, take your pick. The entire set had been arranged by both their managers, going off on tangents about how they have impeccable chemistry on-screen (combined with Regulus’ superb acting abilities). It’s their second time shooting a video together, considering how their first had broken the record just three weeks ago, and neither Pandora nor Lily had wasted a second to get them together in a room again.

“What are you doing?” Regulus hisses as James’ mouth works a burning trail down his chest, tongue laving over the latticework of bruises and the lovebites blooming. He tries very hard not to lean into it, wards off the urge to chase after the hot cavern the ventures dangerously low.

“Going down on you,” James whispers into his stomach, quiet enough for the microphones not to pick up. Even if they did, it could be edited out afterward.

“I was supposed to go down on you, remember?” Regulus retorts, mentally convincing himself he’s only keeping his legs open for the camera. It’s not like he’s been wondering if James’ mouth is the real deal as many others have made it out to be. Not at all.

“I already came and you didn’t, so I’m just returning the favor before we move on,” James mumbles into his thighs, masking the speaking movements of his mouth by kissing the skin.

“You’re wasting your energy.” Then, the little light of Dorcas’ camera across them flickers, indicating it’s Regulus they’re focusing on. He makes a show of letting out a pleased sigh, craning his neck, and throwing back his head so his face can’t be recorded. It allows him to talk. “I don’t feel like cumming, so just let me do my job. Besides, I doubt you could get me off like this anyway.”

Blatant fucking lie. James undoubtedly notices because he stifles a snort into his leg.

“Sure thing, love.”

Regulus’ jaw ticks and he winds his fingers into James’ hair, reprimand ready on the tip of his tongue, dying off into a choked gasp when the flat of a thick, broad tongue runs a long stripe through his folds.

And the thing is, it’s not just his mouth. Because James’ hands wander, alternating between gripping his hips and roaming upwards to flick his nipples, taking them between his forefinger and thumb to stimulate—rub, pull, gently squeeze all the while his tongue dips in and out of him, gathering the wetness there, swallowing it, moaning at the taste, stopping and only letting the hotness of his breath ghost over Regulus’ dripping core. Building anticipation. Teasing. Lips slick and just as swollen as he is, spreading him open wider just so the camera can get a clear-cut image of how James leans in again, thumb pulling up the hood, mouth this time aimed at Regulus’ cock.

James’ tongue is ruthless.

Licking, sucking, humming around Regulus and sending the vibrations roiling through his spine, static shooting into his skull, paralyzing the rest of him. Using his nose for friction if it’s his tongue that’s too occupied fucking in and out of him, thumbs eagerly pressed into the divots of his hips.

“Jesus fucking Chr—” The words pathetically drop in pitch, bleeding into a low whine as Regulus’ hips buck, James’ mouth only following the undulations. He swirls his tongue, pulls him into his mouth, and sucks until the wet, sloppy sounds of his mouth no longer rise above the ringing flooding Regulus’ ears. He moans, fingers pulling onto the thick curls until it leaves James whining between his legs as well. “Oh, fuck.”

“Oh, fuck, indeed,” Barty whispers from to the side. “Holy shit, he’s making it look so real.”

“Am I about to tell you something,” Evan mutters, adjusting the sound settings.

Regulus arches off the bed, writhing in place against the steel hold on his hips, the balls of his feet digging painfully deep into James’ back when he feels the pressure building low in his stomach, pleasure pooling low below his spine.

“I’m not going to cum,” Regulus gasps out, not giving a fuck how loud it comes out. Between his clenched thighs, James chuckles, its rumbling reverberating through each and every one of his nerves as he pulls off his cock with a wet pop.

“Yes, you will,” James answers, kissing his cock before biting into his thigh. “Because I’m going to make you.”

The mouth leaving him punches a little, pitiful sound of protest out of Regulus, one he will most certainly deny and demand be edited out. Though, right now, he’s too strung out to care. Regulus’ eyes droop down, watching how James leaves the little space between his legs, strings of spit and wetness breaking off into the air as he crawls up onto his knees.

Everything moves rather swiftly afterward. The excited noise filling the room might have either been his or Barty’s, but none of it matters when James grabs Regulus by the back of his knees and pins them down, nearly folding him in half before he continues his mouth’s assault, urging the tightening knot low in his abdomen to unravel.

There’s the tongue inside of him, on him, in him, around him—circling, pulling, teasing, drawing out the most guttural of moans when he feels the graze of teeth. The entirety of Regulus swallowed by James’ mouth, consumed with the sort of deprivation only the taste of him can alleviate if the desperate sucking is anything to go by. Regulus’ legs shake, body twitching in place, fingers curled so tightly around handfuls of curls when he chokes out a weak, “I’m not—I’m not going to—”

James groans a muffled command, fingers digging deep into his thighs, the splay of stray strands across his stomach, muscles pulled taut, the fluorescent lightning above, that stupid fucking tongue, the sole bane of his existence—

Regulus cries out a soundless rasp, like his voice has left him together with his soul, entire body convulsing, head thrown back on the arrangement of pillows as his eyes roll back into their sockets.

Worst of all, James doesn’t stop, only grunts in response as Regulus gushes over his tongue, making a dangerous sound stuck low in his throat when the hand on his head tries to push him away.

“Stop,” Regulus squeaks out. Squeaks, because that’s how terribly low he’s fallen. The overstimulation is a lot, pleasure overwhelming like his brain is threatening to come oozing out of his ears, and next thing you know the video will be titled ‘James Potter managed to make exalted Regulus Black cry with his orgasm’.

“Please, please s’too much—” Regulus tries again, almost sobbing out a breath of relief when James does finally lift his head with a gasp, his entire fucking face slick from where it had been buried inside Regulus.

“Fucking hell,” Barty hisses in the back, vocalizing Regulus’ internal monologue. “Cut! Fucking, cut the cameras! Pause! Water! Bring this fucker some water before he passes out—”

A flurry of movement in the background, the noises fading into white noise as Regulus’ legs are lowered back onto the bed. James hovers above him, the spit-slick grin almost blinding, or that’s just the stars blinking in Regulus’ vision.

“You were saying?” James asks, teasingly touching Regulus’ puffy cock, laughing when it rewards him with a full-body shudder.

Regulus weakly wacks him in the chest. “Go fuck… Yourself.”

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clubparker-blog1 · 7 years

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cereal in a bag: part two (peter parker x reader)

hi, a few of you wanted a part two to cereal in a bag so here you go, it’s a little rough but oh well lol, I’m working on other requests and they’ll be out soon <3

spoiler: this contains no cereal in bags. i’m sorry

contains: fluff

word count: 2k

summary: after months of after-school meet ups at the park by your house, you and Peter find yourselves confessing your feelings to one another.

requests:

‘hey so I don't know if u are taking requests but I just read cereal in a bag and now I'm craving for more IT'S SO FUCKING CUTE I CANT DEAL WITH IT and if you could do a part 2 in which the reader has developed feeling for peter and then they're hanging out and something more happens (you know what I mean? like fluffy making out) I'd really appreciate! and if you write it please tag me thankss (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵) btw I'm Brazilian so I really don't know if I wrote everything right, sorry if I didn't!’ - @eutimica

‘More cereal in bag that was fluffing amazing’ -anon

‘Part 2 of cereal in a bag please!! 😊’ -anon

‘More cereal in the bag where the reader and Peter confess their feelings? Thanks.’ -anon

Months after that first day at the park with Peter, you began meeting up with him there once or twice a week after school. Sometimes you caught the bus together, other times, you’d walk and talk about outer space, or your favourite films and conspiracy theories. Some weeks, he couldn’t make it because of his Stark internship, and you’d go to the park by yourself and bury your head in a book for an hour or two, though you secretly wished Peter was in the swing beside you, pointing at clouds that looked like faces or animals. You didn’t talk all that much in school, although he started sitting by you in English and chatting to you in Gym. But you were glad, because it gave you more to talk about when you finally got time alone together.

Today, the sun was mellow and made the clouds glow in the sky. You were waiting for Peter by the school gates, fiddling with the bracelet around your wrist. When you finally spotted him, your face broke out into a wide smile. His hair was in messy curls and he had on a sweater that was at least two sizes too big for him, almost coming down to hid mid-thigh. His eyes scanned the crowd, his face lighting up when he saw you and he sped his walk to an almost-run.

“There you are!” He beamed, pulling you into a tight hug with both arms. His hair was slightly wet and you giggled, pulling away and running your fingers through it playfully.

“Why is your hair all wet?” You asked, finding it hard to keep the grin off your face.

He crossed his arms and pouted, scrunching his nose up. “Flash sprayed his water bottle at me after Gym and ruined it, that’s why I’m wearing this dumb sweater, my shirt is ruined.”

“Well, I think you look cute,” you giggled, linking arms with him and breaking out into a skip on the spot. He grinned with pink cheeks, looking at the ground and squeezing your arm.

You began skipping out the gates, pulling him behind you and a laugh erupted from his lips, giggles tumbling from your own. The sunlight set his stray hairs alight, going from brown to an almost red colour, even though it was wet. The two of you made your way out of the school and set off toward the park. You walked together quietly, simply enjoying the company of each other, arms still linked loosely.

You continued your slow stroll before Peter stopped in his tracks, causing you to only just avoid tripping over your own feet. He dropped your arm, crouching down and plucking a wild daisy from the side of the path. You felt a warmth in your chest as he stood back up, a proud look on his face. He stepped toward you and gently moved your hair over your shoulder, tucking the flower behind your ear and rolling his lip between his teeth in concentration as he made sure it was secure. He stepped back and examined it with a tilted head, nodding and his smile grew wider.

“Pretty,” Is all he said, but his tone was gentle and sincere. The sun peeked out from its place behind a cloud, warming your skin and turning Peter’s brown eyes to a soft gold. Both your gazes lingered for a moment, before you began walking slowly once again. He matched your pace, walking close beside you with his shoulder brushing yours.

Instead of heading straight for the swings as you usually would when you finally reached the park, Peter ran over to the merry-go-round, smiling excitedly at you.

“I’ll spin you!” He beamed, grabbing hold of one of the bars.

“What if I break it?” You laughed, seeing the way the yellow paint was chipped how the metal would squeak when you leaned on it.

“You won’t, just get on!” He exclaimed. He looked overly excited, shifting from foot to foot with a wide grin and you gave in, sitting down and hugging the pole in front of you. Peter laughed and immediately started walking around it, slowly building up speed before breaking into a run and spinning it quickly. He jumped on after it had gotten so fast that you had to tighten your grip on the bar, laughing loudly, the wind running through his hair.

“Wooo!” He laughed, throwing his head back with his eyes shut, smiling so hard that you could hardly remember what he looked like frowning. The daisy flew from the place behind your ear and you gasped, giggling,

“Noo! The flower!” You cried, the small, creaky merry-go-round gradually losing speed.

“Aww!” He shouted over the wind that was whirring past your ears. He let go with one hand and stuck it up in the air, letting it stream through his fingers.

Once the spinning slowed to a halt, Peter opened his eyes and looked over at you, his hair in a wild, curly mess. His face was bright and he looked like he was going to burst with joy, a small laugh coming from his lips as he stood up and grabbed your hand, pulling you over to the other side of the playground where a dulled yellow pipe stood, coming up to just below your knee. After your many visits to the little park, you never actually knew what it did. There was an identical pipe coming out of the tan park a few feet away, the paint flaking off from past years.

“Put your ear to this,” He told you, crouching down and pointing at it. You frowned at him, tilting your head to the side. “Just trust me.” He said, smiling and letting go of your hand. As you pressed your ear to the pipe, he ran over to the other one and crouched behind it, cupping his hands around the opening and whispering into it.

“Hey,” He said, his voice in your ear despite the distance between you. Your lips curled into a smile and you looked at him over your pipe, giggling.

“Hello,” You replied, speaking in a gentle whisper just as he had.

“How are you going?” He asked, smile prominent in his voice.

“I was good, but I lost my flower,” You told him, pouting.

He took a moment to reply, chuckling quietly, “Well that’s a shame, isn’t it? I’ll get you a new one. What’s your favourite?”

“Favourite what, flower?” You asked.

“Mhm.”

You thought about it for a moment, “Red roses?”

He laughed, not because it was funny, but because you seemed to consider it a very serious question, which he adored, “Generic,” He teased.

“I think you mean romantic.” You argued gently, smiling.

Heat rose to his face, though you didn’t notice. “More like cliché”

“Well, I’m sorry my favourite flower isn’t interesting enough for you, Parker.” You whispered, cheeks hurting from how much you were smiling.

He laughed gently into the pipe, the sound carrying over to yours and filling your chest with a soft glow of warmth. The two of you stayed quiet for a short while, simply smiling to yourselves with pink on your cheeks.

“Here, I have a question,” You whispered, picking at the flaky paint on the pipe.

“Yes?”

“What makes you happy?” You peered over at him as you asked, and he smiled at you gently.

“Well, a lot of things make me happy.” He replied.

“Such as?”

“Movies make me happy, and finishing making something really cool out of Lego with Ned, and seeing cats on my way home from school, and… and this one girl, she makes me happy. Like, super happy.”

“Yeah?” You asked, stomach doing a flip when you heard the last one.

“Yeah. She’s… She’s amazing. She’s really smart, and funny, and kind, and caring, and… And she’s beautiful, too. Really beautiful. She makes me feel really weird, but nice. Like it’s always warm, even when it’s not, y’know? And like everything’s alright even when it really isn’t.” He trailed off, sounding the happiest you’ve ever heard him as he went on and on. Your fingertips tingled with anticipation as you leaned closer to the pipe as to reply, your heart beating quickly in your chest.

“Well, it sounds like she’s very special to you,” You practically breathed your words out, pulling your lip between your teeth nervously.

“She is. For sure.” He whispered back. “But I don’t know if I should tell her how I feel, because I don’t want to ruin what we have, as stupid as it sounds…”

“I’m sure it wouldn’t ruin anything,” You told him softly, “She might even feel the same way about you.”

He held his breath, his own heartbeat quickening, “You think so?”

“I do. Any girl would be lucky to have you, Peter.”

“Well…” He started, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. He paused for a long moment, and you could hear his gentle breathing through the pipe as you awaited his response, each second feeling like it lasted forever.

“I… I-I like you a lot, Y/N, and I… I understand if you don’t feel the same, but you’re amazing, and I just- I hope you know that you make me really happy, and…” He wiped his palms on his sweatpants, his face flushed red.

Your chest swelled, happiness engulfing your entire body to the point you thought it would smother you. Heat rose to your cheeks and left a blush on your entire face as you leaned forward to respond,

“Peter…” You started, and he quickly cut you off, sounding almost panicked,

“No, it’s okay, I understand, I just- “

You giggled gently and he stopped, looking confused as you peered over the yellow pipe.

“No, Peter, I was going to say that I… I feel the same way about you, and I…I think you’re really great, and you make me incredibly happy, and I- God, I sound so stupid, I’m trying, okay?” You laughed, tucking a piece of your hair behind your ear. Peter’s eyes widened, his lips hanging agape as he listened to your words, a grin breaking out on his face,

“No way, really? Are you serious? I never thought-,” He cut himself off, too excited to finish his own sentence and he ran is fingertips through his now-dry hair. You raised to your feet and ran over to where he was sat on the ground, bending down and wrapping your arms around him. Giggles tumbled wildly from your lips and you fell beside him, pulling him down onto his back with you. He laughed and pulled you closer to his side, burying his face in the crook of your neck with an expression of pure glee on his face. The two of you lied there with your arms tangled together, letting the sunshine warm your skin, nothing but the sound of your gentle breaths breaking the comfortable silence between you.

After a while, Peter raised his head, his face only a few inches from yours and you studied each other’s every feature, from barely visible freckles to a stray eyelash on his cheek. His eyes eventually rested on your lips, and you could feel his heartbeat speeding up in his chest. He inched forward very slowly, stopping when he was so close that your breaths became one instead of two. You closed your eyes and leaned forward, closing the gap gently and his hand came up to rest on your cheek. His lips were soft and warm, moving softly and almost timidly with yours. The kiss was sweet and tender, laced with a shy innocence. Peter ran his fingertips through your hair slowly, his thumb behind your ear and he couldn’t help but smile against your lips, his heart swelling.

When you gently pulled away, he took a moment to open his eyes. When he did, he grinned, letting out a breath as if he had forgotten to breathe. He kept his hand where it was, fingers laced in your hair and you sighed contently, closing your eyes and resting your forehead against his.

“Pretty.” He breathed,

and you couldn’t help but smile.

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