When They Are Making Love (vanilla, I Know. Rolling My Eyes.) James Wants To Hold Into Regulus' Hands.

The devastating difference between how much time it takes to write something vs how fast people read it lol

"How can you like these very toxic and horrible characters that have done despicable and unforgivable things?" oh it's quite simple actually, this is fiction and I think with my dick.

james probably says “thank you god for this meal” before going down on regulus idk

james: you’re quiet.

regulus: i’m gatekeeping my personality from you.

Real

sometimes i wonder what id be doing right now without 4 dead gay wizards consuming my every waking thought 🤔

Regulus gets jealous. Yes.

And James?

Oh..

James gets possessive.

the B in RAB stands for bomb ass pussy

I can't entirely deny this, James would 100% agree

I'm reading Anti-Hero by @rweoutofthewoods right now. It's a great fic you should read it. If you already have, reread it. Anyway, Regulus has (reasonable) hate for Tuesday's, and I agree. Tuesday's are the worst days.

Regulus laughs against his lips, low and mocking, nails scraping along James’s jaw. “Knew you’d come running the second I called.” James doesn’t answer, just fists a hand in Regulus’s shirt and pulls him closer, swallowing whatever cruel remark he was about to make. Because that’s what this is, isn’t it? They don’t talk. They take. They ruin. Because Regulus is a sickness James can’t shake, and James is the worst kind of addiction—one that feels good enough to make you ignore how much it’s destroying you.

sluttiest thing a man can do is be Regulus Black