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Hi Rose! I’ve just found your profile and saw you’re accepting requests so here you go:

Poly!wolfstar or poly!marauders where reader is completely in love with them but thinks they don’t like her back. When they confess their love for her she doesn’t believe because she thinks that what they have is already perfect and she doesn’t have a place in it. It takes them a lot of effort to make her believe it. Lots of angst with happy ending

really? || poly!wolfstar x fem!reader | 1.5k words

a/n: hi so this is very cliche and possibly very bad bc i’m very out of practice so i hope you appreciate that and i hope that this is what you wanted. i promise my writing will get better once i get back into the swing of things! also, thank you very much for requesting and i’m so sorry i took so long, something came up but that’s slowing down now so i’m back to it! also i’m really sorry it’s not very angsty but i just wasn’t in that frame of mind i’m so so so so sorry :(

content: as gn as possible but some fem hints in there sorry (im just too used to it :((), minimal use of y/n and pronouns, also bridgerton reference guys😭

“S’wrong, darling?” James queried at your spaced out expression during breakfast in the Great Hall. 

You shrug, “Dunno, James.” The bespectacled boy furrowed his brows but was soon distracted by something Peter was showing him on his other side. You did, in fact, know what was wrong. The two boys sitting opposite you were the bane of your existence this morning. They were also the object of your desires.

Sirius Black and Remus Lupin. Best friends of 6, coming up to 7 years and boyfriends of 3 months. The most painful, yearning, pining 3 months of your life. The relationship between you, Sirius and Remus had always been ambiguous between the lines of platonic and romantic, but one fateful morning Sirius and Remus walked towards you in the corridor, holding hands and exuding a sickeningly sweet air of love.

“Earth to Y/n/n… you okay, sweetness?” Dark grey eyes locked with yours, pairing with the saccharine nickname you couldn’t help but smile dreamily at him. 

“Mhm,” you mumbled, “M’fine, Siri.”

“Good. Couldn’t have you spaced out like this all day,” he furrowed his dark eyebrows, “would never get through Potions if I didn’t have my lovely partner to talk to.” He finished with a wink that almost had you melting into a puddle on the stone floor. Peter and James shared a look at your, somewhat pathetic, lovesickness. 

“Ready to go then? Lessons start in 5 minutes.” Remus interrupted the charged gazing between you and Sirius.

“Of course you’d be the one to make us prudishly early, Moons.” Sirius stood up alongside Remus, clapping him on the back harshly as they started to walk off, followed closely by you, James and Peter.

“5 minutes is not prudishly early, Pads…”

———

“Ms Y/L/N, daydreaming again?” Slughorn’s voice broke you out of your stare. Your task today was to brew a successful amortentia potion. Sirius, eager as ever to discover the smell of what he loves, bounded up to the storage cupboard to collect all your ingredients. Also, something about ‘What kind of gentleman would I be if I let a lady lift a finger under my watch?’

“Sorry, professor. Sirius is getting all the equipment so I just zoned out for a moment. Won’t happen again.” You visibly straightened up and put on your best apologetic voice, because you really weren’t sorry at all. You had been ogling Sirius. His shirt riding up to reveal a sliver of smooth, pale skin, his shirt tightening slightly at his arms where his lean muscles were bulging slightly with the strain of stretching. He was visibly far less built-up than someone such as James who was nothing short of stocky, but being a beater still took lots of arm power.

As Professor Slughorn migrated back to his desk, Sirius came back over to your workbench, albeit, more carefully than he left it, as he was now carrying an abundance of supplies ready to begin brewing.

“Siri, y’know I could’ve helped you?” 

“Don’t sweat it, love.” He brushed it off.  

You began brewing the potion and it was going smoothly. (As much as Sirius tried his hardest to be a nuisance in class, he’d never purposefully sabotage you)

A pop from across the classroom made you a jump a little and averted your’s and Sirius’ attentions to James and Remus on the other side of the room. Remus was scoffing and rolling his eyes as James’ face was covered in soot, hair standing up on end. 

“Poor Moony.” You tutted, focusing back on your own potion. Originally, Remus had been partners with Lily, no complaints, perfect work, until Slughorn decided that James and Peter being a pairing was far too chaotic and forced Remus and Lily to re-partner, to quell the chaos caused by James and Peter’s pairing.

“He’ll be alright.” Sirius chuckled as you sprinkled the final ingredient into the brew.

You watched as the potion turned a pinkish colour and turned to Sirius with a pleased smile, “It worked!” He held his hand up for a high five that you quickly returned. 

“Ready to take a whiff, Black? Y/L/N?” Slughorn said as he approached your workbench. You both nodded and Sirius pushed you forward. The entire class had gone quiet, attention on your bench. You took a deep breath in over the cauldron.

First, cigarettes, and a deep, musky aftershave that was awfully familiar.

After a few moments it morphed into the scent of a crackling fireplace, new books and… chocolate.

“So? What do you smell?” Slughorn queried.

You broke out of your trance, glancing around the classroom at all of the pairs of eyes staring at you, awaiting an answer, specifically Sirius and Remus. The two people you had definitely just smelled, “Uh, um- I smelled,” You didn’t know whether to lie or not, “um, flowers?”

James snorted a laugh from across the room, quickly shutting up after a harsh elbow to the ribs from Remus.

“Care to elaborate?” Slughorn raised a questioning eyebrow. You shook your head vehemently and stepped back towards Sirius’ chest, who hurriedly took your place, eager to smell the potion.

“Books… chocolate,” Sirius paused to wink at Remus who glared at him, embarrassed, “…and, vanilla?”

Your eyes widened at that and you sucked in a very audible sharp breath, reminded of the vanilla perfume that you apply rather generously every morning. Sirius locked eyes with Remus across the room, sharing a look that meant We’ll talk later.

Slughorn clapped his hands to diffuse the awkward tension and called on Barty Crouch Jr’s workbench.

———

“Marls, I can’t just tell them I like them. I don’t wanna impose on what they already have together…” You huffed, pulling your knees up to your chest. Marlene wandered over from her bed and sat down next to you.

“Babe, I love you, but you are so oblivious.” She lamented.

You furrowed your eyebrows.

“She really has no idea does she…?” Lily sighed from her bed.

“Those two boys are hopelessly in love with you, Y/N. And if you can’t see that then you are oblivious. Sirius’ amortentia smelled like you and Remus. The boy he’s already in a relationship with.”

“That could’ve been anyone’s vanilla perfume.” You shrugged, certain that the boys couldn’t want you in any way.

Lily rolled her eyes, “Tell them, Y/N.”

You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth anxiously but nodded in agreement, “Wish me luck, girls.”

You trudged down the stairs to the common room, head low and anxiety swarming your brain.

“What’re you doing down here so late, darling?” 

You jumped at the voice, not expecting anyone to be occupying the common room at such a late hour. You looked up to find just the two boys you were looking for… Sirius splayed dramatically (somehow) in an armchair and Remus curled up into the corner of a couch.

“Oh, hi guys…”

“Don’t sound so disappointed, dovey!” Remus feigned offence and caused you to roll your eyes. You don’t know why you were so nervous. These guys were your best friends. Even if they rejected you they’d never stop wanting to be friends with you. Remus patted the space on the sofa next to him, indicating you to sit there and you obliged.

“Actually, I’ll have you know I was looking for you two.” 

“Oh, really?” Sirius raised an eyebrow.

Here goes nothing.

“I like you guys. Like in the not friendly way. And I totally get if you don’t feel the same way and don’t want me to join you guys, ‘cause I don’t even know if you’re into that, but I just wanted to tell you because it’s been eating me up inside-“

“Shut up.”

“Sirius!” Remus scolded, smacking his boyfriend on the arm with the book he was holding. You remained silent, eyebrows furrowed in an attempt to mask your sadness with confusion. Slowly, you began to stand up, ready to make a run for it.

Abruptly, Sirius exclaimed, “Where are you going?

“You told me to shut up.”

“Oh yeah, that…”

“Dovey, he’s just shocked, that’s all. We feel the same way, see?” Remus comforted

“I can’t believe you didn’t bloody know we fancied you!” Sirius sat up straighter and pulled you from Remus’ side to sit on his lap, causing you to flush.

“Wait, you really like me?”

“Yes.”

“Both of you?”

“Yes.”

“Like, actually?”

“Yes.”

“And this isn’t a prank?”

“No.”

“So James and Peter aren’t hiding around a corner ready to throw treacle and feathers on me right now?”

“No.”

“And you really, actually, truly like me?”

“*Yes*!”

“Bloody hell, woman!” Sirius smashed his lips onto yours, leaving you breathless as you relax into his embrace, threading your hands through his hair before you pull apart.

“Is that enough evidence for you, sweetheart?” Remus grins as you nod, albeit hesitantly.

“Look at me. Sirius Black. Not only is he dating the fittest boy in Hogwarts, bar himself, of course, but he’s now dating the fittest girl!”

Remus rolled his eyes at Sirius’ antics.

“Wait, so we’re dating now?”

“Yes! Christ almighty…”

GUILTY AS SIN?

Jacaerys Velaryon x fem!Targ!reader || 18+; MDNI!

Synopsis: Jacaerys hadn’t meant to watch you. He hadn’t meant to interfere, either. Yet here he is, on his knees in front of you, finally claiming what’s his - honor and propriety be damned. 

c.w.: smutty smut!! (fem masturbation + Jace watching reader without her knowing it at first, so some  slight dubcon elements?; piv sex, unprotected sex, implied loss of virginity, oral (f! receiving), hair-pulling, mild breeding kink, mild praise kink, soft!dom Jace) Targcest - Jace and reader are cousins; infidelity 

word count: 4.2k (oops??) || Jacaerys masterlist

AN: I really don’t know what came over me, this really is just filth with barely any plot, someone please get me some holy water so I can cleanse my mind from these thoughts … Also, I love Baela, but for the prospect of some forbidden love, we’re gonna have to go behind her back here. 

Jacaerys hadn’t meant to watch you. 

Truly, his only intention in coming to your chambers had been to check up on you, seeing as you’d been so unusually quiet and withdrawn during dinner. 

He wasn’t prepared for what awaited him when he cautiously opened your door after you hadn’t answered either or his tentative knocks. 

The sight before him had him frozen in shock, rooted to the spot. 

You - stretched out on your bed, wearing nothing but your thin nightdress that had already slipped away in some places, revealing your breasts as well as the soft skin of your upper thighs - and your swollen core, already leaking slick. 

Jacaerys couldn’t help himself - he stood, transfixed, watching as your back arched off the bed, your fingers desperately moving in and out of your cunt. 

He shouldn’t watch. He should go, now. 

This was wrong on so many levels, he tried to remind himself. 

But he couldn’t bring himself to do anything but watch, mesmerized, as your fingers moved in and out of your core in a desperate pace. Greedily, he took in every breathy little moan, every squelching sound your cunt made. 

This was wrong, so wrong. 

This was a private moment he’d never been meant to witness, and oh - there was also the small problem of you being his fiancee’s sister. 

He should go, now. 

Your eyes were closed, so you hadn’t seen him yet, but still, he couldn’t bring himself to move. 

It’s what he should have done, what he should still do, but he can’t bring himself to look away from you. 

Jacaerys doesn’t know how long he’s been standing here, watching in a desperate, heady fascination as you desperately try to bring yourself to satisfaction. 

He knows that it’s wrong, that he shouldn’t be watching you, should have turned around the second he saw what you were doing, but he doesn’t care. 

Honor and propriety be damned, he thinks as he runs a hand through his dark curls in distress, feeling his breeches growing tighter by the second. 

Just then, you moan, loudly and desperately. 

„Jacaerys.“ 

Jacaerys’ eyes widen in shock, and he can’t help himself, he steps even closer towards your bed. 

Again, you moan his name, your face screwing up in pleasure. 

He feels his heart beating faster, his breath becoming more and more erratic. 

Your movements have become even more desperate, you’re rocking back and forth on your bed, your fingers desperately trying to chase your high. 

The only sounds filling the room are your whiny, desperate moans and the squelching sounds your cunt makes. 

Jacaerys knows that he shouldn’t be here, shouldn’t be watching you, but he can’t help himself greedily drinking in every one of your breathless moans, and every single move of your fingers. 

„Oh Jacaerys, please-“

There’s his name again, this time followed by a broken moan and he bites down hard on his lips, desperately fighting the urge to move his hand down to his now impossibly tight breeches. 

„Jace, oh gods-“

Hearing you moan his name like that breaks something within him. Caution and thought are forgotten. Instead, what remains are only his yearning and desperate desire to finally claim you as his. 

He can’t contain himself no longer, can no longer ignore the sensation of his breeches feeling so impossibly tight, can no longer ignore all the desperate, lust-driven thoughts running through his head. 

„Don’t stop, Princess.“ 

You hadn’t mean for this to happen. 

You’d never intended to lose control like that, to behave so wantonly and improper. 

But after seeing them laughing together at dinner, seeing the way he’d so easily leaned into her touch, seeing that easy understanding between them, seeing the way his eyes seemingly lit up with warmth whenever your sister so much as looked at him, you hadn’t been able to stand this gnawing feeling of desperation no longer. 

Quietly, you’d excused yourself from the table, walking to your chambers. 

But neither the warm bath your maids drew you, not the book you tried to immerse yourself in could ease that itch underneath your skin. 

Baela is your sister and Jacaerys is her betrothed and you should be happy for them, happy for the fine match they make. 

But instead, the only thing you feel is jealousy and this consuming, all-encompassing desire for Jacaerys. 

Your sister’s fiancé, yes, yet the only man you’ve ever desired. 

And so, you’d found yourself tossing and turning in your bed, until you’d frustratedly thrown your sheets to the side. 

Biting down hard on your lip and drowning in guilt and shame, your hand had moved between your legs, and as you’d started to pleasure yourself, you started to imagine yourself in Baela’s stead. 

You were the one Jacaerys would marry. 

You were the one sitting next to him at dinner, laughing and talking and it was your touch he leaned into so easily. 

It was your touch he craved, and your pleasure he wanted to bring about. 

These were his hands on you, his fingers moving in and out of you, bringing you to bliss in a rough, desperate pace. 

His lips were leaving featherlight kisses all over your body - your lips, your neck, your breasts, your stomach - while he continued to pleasure you. 

And you were so caught up in chasing your fantasies and your pleasure that you didn’t hear the quiet, tentative knock on your door, neither the sound of your door opening. 

You still haven’t noticed Jacaerys, too caught up in the heat building and building and building in your stomach to notice him walking closer towards your bed, running a hand through his hair in distress. 

The sound of your moans covers his own erratic breathing, you’re too lost in the throes of pleasure to notice anything else besides the fire slowly building within you. 

Until you moan his name. 

„Jace, oh gods-“

A shuffling sound, like someone fixing their clothes, followed by a quiet sigh. Your own? 

„Don’t stop, Princess.“ 

You open your eyes in shock.  

Panting and breathless, you both stare at each other. 

„Jacaerys“, is the only thing you manage to get out, your voice breathless. 

Holding your gaze, Jacaerys starts unbuttoning his coat. 

„Don’t stop“, he repeats, and there’s a certainty and sense of authority to his voice you’ve never heard before. 

And you’re so surprised, so overwhelmed by all these different emotions coursing through you - shame and anxiety upon being discovered by him of all people, yet there’s still your undying desire for him, and heat is still pooling in your stomach, you’re so close - that you do exactly as he says. 

You pick up your pace again, burying your fingers within your cunt again, all the while looking at Jacaerys who’s biting down hard on his lips. 

You’re all too conscious of your nearly naked body and the squelching sounds your cunt makes as you continue to move your fingers in and out of yourself, but then Jacaerys groans loudly, running a hand through his hair, all while still holding your gaze, and all your self-consciousness is forgotten. 

„By the Seven, you’re incredible, Princess“, he breathes. 

His voice breaks something within you, and all you can do is give in to the mounting pleasure. 

Your eyes never leave Jacaerys’ as you continue to pleasure yourself, your fingers moving in and out of your cunt, your other hand gripping tightly onto the bedsheets. 

Jacaerys waches you, greedily taking every little movement, every single one of your broken moans in, as he continues to undress himself. 

His shirt. 

His belt. 

His boots. 

When it’s just his breeches, hanging low on his hips, remaining, he closes the last bit of distance between you, sitting down at the edge of your bed. 

For a moment, you stop in your ministrations, too distracted by him. He’s perfect, his chest toned and muscular, just like a sculpted statue. 

But then your eyes land on the visible bulge in his breeches and your breath hitches. Suddenly, your fingers aren’t enough anymore, you want, no need to see him, feel him filling you up. 

„Jace, oh gods-“

Another broken whimper leaves your mouth, and blindly, you reach out for Jacaerys with your free hand. His hand finds yours, and he interlaces your fingers together, his grip strong and sure and steadying as the heat building in your belly becomes almost too much to bear. 

„Jace, I can’t - please“ 

By this point, you’re an incoherent, whimpering mess, and besides his hand gripping yours, he hasn’t even touched you yet. Just then, he leans down, his free hand tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear. 

„That’s it, Princess, come for me“, he whispers, before he lowers his lips to your neck. 

The added sensation of his lips sucking on the sensitive skin of your neck is too much, and so, you follow his command. 

Your back arches off the bed and you hold on to Jacaerys’ hand for dear life as something within you unravels and white hot pleasure washes over you. 

You’ve never felt this way before, could have never even imagined that something like this could even feel so good. 

When it’s over, you fall back onto the sheets, panting. When you open your eyes again, you immediately find Jacaerys’ gaze. The realization of what just happened washing over you. Seven hells, you just pleasured yourself with your sister’s fiancé watching you, guiding you through it. 

But then you see your own burning desire mirrored in his dark brown eyes, and any thoughts of shame, guilt and regret are forgotten, at least for the moment. 

You’ve long since passed the point of no return, and so, you don’t even hesitate before winding your arms around Jacaerys’ neck and pulling him down for a kiss. 

He makes a soft, surprised noise, but that’s as much of an upper hand he’s willing to give you, because immediately the kiss feels fiery and hungry. The way his lips move against yours is almost bruising, and when he coaxes you to open your mouth, all you can do is comply as his tongue claims you. 

One of his hands starts moving over your breasts, making you whimper when he pinches one of your nipples between his fingers, and then gently rolls the stiffened bud between his fingers. His other hand starts moving lower, first over your stomach and your lower abdomen, but then his fingers move over the inner sides of your thighs and your breath hitches in anticipation. 

Jacaerys immediately notices your reaction, breaking away from the kiss for a moment to look at you. „Greedy, aren’t you?“ 

„Jacaerys, please“, you whisper, your hands moving to tangle themselves in his hair and when you tug at his dark curls, he lets out a pleased groan, and you know that he’s yearning for this to happen as much as you are. „I want you, Jacaerys. So take me, make me yours, claim me-“

The rest of your words are swallowed by another hungry kiss and a broken moan leaving your mouth when his hand cups your clit, his fingers moving over you swollen, already overstimulated bundle of nerves.

Gone is the gentle and composed Jacaerys, the regal prince that carries himself with poise, elegance and grace. Left in his place is a desperate man, slave to his most primal desires, yearning to finally make his longings come true. 

His kiss continues to leave you dizzy, and combined with the sensation of his hand drawing teasing circles over your clit, you feel the heat begin to pool in your stomach again.  

Just then, Jacaerys moves, shifting in his position, and you whimper when you can feel his erection straining against your stomach. 

Panting, you break the kiss, looking at him. „Jace-“

He smirks. „Patience, Princess. I want to taste you first.“

Your eyes widen and you can feel blood rushing to your cheeks as the full meaning of his words sink in. This is beyond your wildest fantasies, even. When you’d imagined yourself with Jacaerys, he was always the one taking you, in various positions, and sometimes he even had you on your knees, pleasuring him with your mouth. 

„But - but what about you, Jace?“, you whisper, eyes searching his. 

At your words, his eyes visibly soften for a moment, and he leans down to press a soft kiss to the corner of your mouth. „Don’t worry about that yet“, he says, looking at you again, before slowly moving down your body. „But do tell me if something I do is not to your liking“, he adds, the gentler, more composed side of him returning for a brief moment. 

You nod, though you can’t imagine in the slightest that that might be the case. 

When he sees you nod so urgently, Jacaerys just smirks. 

He doesn’t say anything else, instead, he lets his lips and hands speak for him.

As he starts to kiss his way down your body, leaving featherlight kisses on your neck, your sternum, your breasts - which has your breath hitching and your grip on his dark curls tightening - your stomach, your lower abdomen, your hips; his hands continue to move over your body, one hand occupied with your breasts, the other still between your legs, still drawing teasing circles over your clit. 

„Jace“, you moan, when he leaves featherlight kisses on the inner sides of your thighs, all the while continuing to tease your bundle of nerves with his fingers, but not doing anything else just yet. 

And just when you think that you can’t take any more of his teasing, he sucks your clit into his mouth, before his tongue dives between your folds. 

„Oh, oh gods-“, you moan, grip on his dark curls tightening. 

This is so much better than your own fingers could ever be. 

The arrogant, knowing smirk Jacaerys gives you as his tongue continues to move in and out of your core tells you that he knows exactly the effect he has a you, and he enjoys it. 

He’ll ruin you for any other man - in more ways than just the obvious - and he’ll ruin any other man for you, but you don’t care. 

Can’t bring yourself to care as his tongue continues to work you up to a frenzy, while he applies pressure to your bundle of his nerves with his thumb. 

The heat is building and building and building, and you can feel that it won’t take much more for the coil you snap. 

Just then, his tongue reaches a particular spot that has you seeing stars, and you moan, eyes screwing shut in pleasure. 

„Yes, right there, please, Jacaerys, please-“, you whimper incoherently, hands tugging at his hair in a desperate attempt to ground yourself. 

He continues to lap at you in earnest, reaching that spot again and again and again, you don’t think you can handle much more of this. The building pressure is too much to bear, and just then, Jacaerys’ tongue reaches that spot again, and you break. 

Dizzying waves of pleasure wash over you, threatening you to drown you, as your back arches of the bed again and something inside of you explodes. 

Jacaerys takes it all, takes everything you give him, the harsh tugs on his dark curls, your legs shaking, and your juices flooding his mouth. He takes it all, greedily drinking in every last drop. 

„Oh, seven hells“, you pant weakly, falling back into the sheets, your whole body feeling like jelly. 

Your second orgasm leaves you much more wrecked and spent than your first, and you don’t even notice Jacaerys moving up again, until you feel his fingers gently stroke over your cheek. 

„You’re amazing, Princess“, he tells you. 

You open your eyes again to see him leaning over you, his lips still covered with your juices, his nose still glistening with it as well. To you, he’s never looked more beautiful than in this moment, and so you don’t even hesitate before pulling him down for another kiss. 

It’s messy, with strings of your slick still connected to his lips, and you think that it should feel weird that you can taste yourself on his lips, but it doesn’t, it just feels utterly amazing. 

And even though just mere seconds ago, you’ve been trying to catch your breath, feeling your heartbeat accelerate, it’s you that deepens the kiss, you, who boldly moves a hand between you, cupping his clothed erection. 

Now that you’ve had a taste, you feel that you won’t be able to stop until you’ve had it all, until you’ve felt him, really felt him, move inside you, filling you up to the brink. 

Jacaerys groans when your fingers move over his clothed erection, his kiss turning even more desperate, until he breaks away, panting. 

„Are you sure?“, he asks you, leaning his forehead against yours, looking down at you with pure, unfiltered desire in his eyes. 

You nod, moving your fingers over him. 

He groans again, but when his eyes find yours again, there’s a dark edge to them. „Are you sure? Sure you can take another one?“ 

Oh gods. His words, and the dark, sinister tone in which he says them has you biting down on your bottom lip. 

You nod, again, and finally Jacaerys gives in, leaving another bruising kiss on your lips before sitting up and taking his breeches and small clothes off. 

You watch him, too afraid to even blink, and when your eyes finally land on his erection, you swallow, whimpering. He’s so big - when he finally claims you it will surely feel like being speared open. 

And yet, your desire once again wins out, as you reach out your hand once again, cupping his now bare member. 

„Fuck“, Jacaerys groans, his eyes screwing shut in pleasure. 

This only spurs your confidence, and now, feeling bold, and driven by this all-encompassing desire for Jacaerys, you begin stroking his member up and down in earnest, your thumb stroking over the tip, sticky with his pre-cum. 

Jacaerys groans, driving his hips up into your hand. His hands settle on your waist once again, and his grip turns almost painfully harsh as you continue to edge him on. 

Just then, he slaps your hand away, pressing a gentle kiss to the corner of your mouth. „Keep doing that and I won’t last much longer, Princess“, he says, his voice oddly strained. 

His brown eyes find yours once again, and in them, you same the same desire and longing you feel mirrored back at you. 

„But-“, you start to protest, but Jacaerys immediately silences you with a finger to your lips. 

„Some other time“, he promises you, and you seem to light up at his words. You know that this should never have happened and that there should never ever even be another time, but just the prospect of that excites you. 

„And you promised me another one, didn’t you?“ 

And just like that, all the gentle playfulness has vanished from his words, leaving only lust and desire in its place. 

You nod, biting down hard on your bottom lip, as Jacaerys positions himself at your entrance. 

You watch, entranced, as he guides his member into you. But then, almost immediately, you hiss in pain when he breaches your walls. It’s not much more than the tip, but still, this so different from your fingers or his tongue. 

Jacaerys stops, leaning down to kiss you. The kiss is gentle and soft, and you wind your arms around his neck again, finding both comfort and solace in it. And the longer you kiss him, the more you get used to the feeling of him inside you. 

In fact, it’s you, crossing your legs behind his back, guiding him deeper inside you. The sensation is still somewhat uncomfortable, but Jacaerys’ loud, satisfied moan and the kiss that’s already turned deeper and more passionate, distract you from the pain, and as Jacaerys continues to sink even deeper into you, pain and pleasure begin to mix and you find yourself wanting more. 

And so, when he’s finally bottomed out and looks down at you, asking „Alright, Princess?“, you just tangle your hands in his dark curls again, driving your hips up to meet his. 

„Move, please“, you beg him, and Jacaerys starts to chuckle, but when you drive your hips up into him again, he groans, the feeling of friction too delicious to ignore. 

Jacaerys begins moving in and out of you slowly, his hips driving into you in a leisurely pace - pulling all the way out of you, before slowly sinking back down again. 

It’s torture, this pace he’s setting. The heat in your lower stomach is building and building again, but with the pace Jace is setting, it seems as if you’ll never reach the boiling point. You try to meet his movements, moving your hips up and down, but Jacaerys soon catches on to what you’re doing and his hands settle at your waist with a tight grip, keeping you in place. 

„Jace, please“, you beg, tugging at his dark curls. 

He groans, losing control for a moment, and thrusting into you harshly. The new pace and intensity has you crying out in pleasure, but then it’s back to long, slow thrusts and you feel as if you could cry from frustration. 

„Jace, please, just - just fuck me, don’t hold back“, you beg him, your grip on his hair tightening. That, combined with your words finally gets his attention, and when he looks down at you again, there’s a new, dark gleam in his eyes. It’s as dangerous as it is alluring, and you feel completely caught up in his trap. 

„Oh, so it’s like that, Princess?“, he says, his hips snapping into yours, and you cry out from the intensity. „You want me to fuck you, want me to fill you up, is that it?“

He doesn’t leave you any chance to answer him, his hips now snapping into yours with abandon, his cock driving into you with an intensity and pace that has you seeing stars. One of your hands stays buried in his dark brown curls, while the other moves towards his upper back. 

For a moment, you worry about your fingernails leaving scratches on his back - but another particularly harsh thrust of his, combined with the sensation of one of his hands slowly moving towards your core quickly has you forgetting any thoughts not concerned with the current moment. 

His pace now is brutal and you hold on to him for dear life as his hips piston into you, his cock continuing to spear you open. 

„Jace, oh gods-“, you breathe out, biting down on your lower lip.

When he sees this gesture, Jacaerys just shakes his head, his free hand moving up to cup your cheek. „Don’t. Don’t hold back. Let them hear.“ 

His words alone make you moan, and then, his thumb is there on your clit, steadily applying pressure as he continues to move in and out of you at a brutal pace. 

„Jace, I can’t - oh gods-“, you groan, fingernails digging into his back. 

„That’s it, Princess“, he whispers with another intense thrust, „come for me.“

And then, something within you breaks, and you come for the third time. 

Your fingernails are digging into his back, your legs locked behind his back, and as Jacaerys continues to thrust into you, he can feel your walls clenching around him, absolutely squeezing him. 

The sound of your broken voice, crying out his name, does him in and after thrusting into you once, twice, thrice more, he comes as well, shooting his hot seed into you. 

The sensation is too much for your overstimulated core, and you whimper, your eyes screwing shut, as you hold on to Jacaerys for dear life. 

Just like before, he’s there to guide you through everything - his free hand reaching out to grab the one you quickly untangle from his dark curls. 

You hold onto each other as fire washes over you, white hot waves of pleasure threatening to drown you both. 

This time, it takes you even longer to come down from your high, and when you do, your whole body feels like jelly. 

Luckily, Jacaerys is there for you. He carefully pulls out of you, before gently scooping you up in his arms, reaching out for your bedsheets and drawing them over you both. 

He presses a chaste kiss to your shoulder, the action so gentle and innocent and so unlike anything else that just transpired between you two. He reaches out for your hand with one hand, interlacing your fingers together.

„By the seven, you’re incredible Princess“, he whispers, pressing another chaste kiss to your shoulder as his free hand slowly moves down your body again. When you can feel his hand lightly moving over your core, you can’t help but whimper. 

You’re so sore and overstimulated, you’re not quite sure how much more you can take. 

„There“, Jacaerys whispers, squeezing your hand as his fingers scoop up some of his seed that’s trickled down the insides of your thighs. 

You whimper, incoherent, broken moans leaving you when you can feel his fingers pushing into you again. 

„Sh“, he whispers, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head. „I’m just making sure that we’re not wasting a single drop, Princess.“ 

So, uh, any thoughts? 👀

𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓰𝓮𝓽 𝓶𝓮 𝓼𝓸 𝓱𝓲𝓰𝓱🌿

You and elliot try molly together and start to get in the mood

pairing - Elliot x fem!reader

one shot length, 1.4k+ word fic

Rating: mature (18+)

Content/Trigger Warnings: unprotected sex, drugs, smut, fluff kinda

It was after school, and you were walking with Maddy and Kat. “I don't know why Nate is such a dick," Maddy said, rolling her eyes. "Yeah, he's super weird,” Kat said. "To be honest, I wish I had never dated him; it was the worst experience of my life," she muttered.

As you were about to chime in on the conversation, you got a text notification on your phone. It was from Elliot . You two had been hanging out outside of school in secret and had been communicating for a few weeks. “Meet me by my car at 5." "Who was that?” Maddy asks.

You quickly turned your phone off. "Oh, just my mom. I gotta go." You hugged Maddy and Kat, then scurried off before you were asked any other questions.

As you were walking to the parking lot, you immediately saw Elliot . He was lighting a cigarette. You smiled and walked over to him. "Hey," you said with a smile. "Hey,” he muffled the cigarette in his mouth.

“So what was it you wanted to talk about?” you said, leaning on the side of his car. “Oh yeah,” Elliot said while coughing. “Look what I got,” he said, pulling a bag with four pills out of his pocket. “It’s Molly. You in?” he said, smirking. “Fuck yeah,” you said, smirking back.

When you arrived at his house with Elliot , you got out of the car. He opened the door to his house. He bowed his head and curtsied, saying, "Ladies first." "Why thank you, good sir?" you chuckled. He laughed, and he followed you inside. You were grabbed by Elliot's hand as he brought you upstairs to his room. When he held your hand, something in your stomach churned, but you chose  to ignore it.

Elliot shut his door and laid down like a starfish on his bed. His place smelled like a combination of cocaine and marijuana. He was lying next to you as you lay on the bed. He looked to his left to observe you. "Have you done this before?" Elliot asked. "No, have you?" you asked, looking up at him. Nope. It's the first time for everything, right?" He asked as he stood up. You chuckled quietly.

Elliot took his laptop off the floor and pulled the bag of pills out of his pocket. He took a card off the bedside table and started to crush the molly. You sat up on his bed and watched his movements, then his lips, then back to his movements. ‘Pull it together, y/n.’ you said in your head.

"Done, there." Elliot took two straws out of his pillow case and gave you one. He said, "Here." He laid his laptop's lines of Molly down on the bed. As you kneeled in front of the lines, you exchanged glances. “Are you ready?  " he asked.You said, "Yes." After plugging one nostril hole and holding your straw, you both sniffed the lines.

After you guys were done, you and Elliot both laid on the bed, waiting for the molly to hit. For 10 minutes, you asked, “Do you feel anything?”. “Nah”. he said  You could feel a wave of euphoria slowly pass through your body as you let out a deep breath. You looked at Elliot and could see it was hitting him too. "Fuckkk,” Elliot said in a relaxing tone. You could feel your eyes getting heavy, and you noticed that you were blinking very slowly. Your heart started to slow down.

“Y’know y/n. Your very fucking pretty,” Elliot said while smlling. “Shut up!" you said with a big smile. “No, I'm serious,” Eltiot said, sitting up from his bed. He grabbed your jaw with both of his hands. His left thumb stroked your cheek, and he came closer. “You really are fucking pretty. Beautiful, I might say," Elliot whispered with a low voice.

He glanced at your lips, then back at your eyes. He came in closer. Your breath hit your throat, and your heart rate quickened. Elliot came closer to your lips and kissed you hard. You kissed back and pulled him in closer. “Is this okay?” he said. You nodded yes. “No I need words baby”  “yes” you said breathing heavily. He smirked. Elliot’s lips moved further. 

He pushed your shirt upwards. He stroked his tongue across your skin till you shook, kissing reverently and tenderly at every newly exposed spot of skin, including your stomach and breasts. While he was doing that, you stripped all your clothes off. You looked back up to see Elliot shirtless with his boxers. You could see the outline of his dick through his boxers. You bite your lips in horniness. “You like what you see,” he said with a low voice while smirking. You nodded while biting your lips.

 Elliot climbed over you and continued to kiss you going down and started to kiss your jaw to your neck, leaving hickeys. You started to moan as he went down to your pussy. “Fuckk” you moaned, biting your lips. He slowly started to lick your clit up and down, leaving you a moaning mess. He put his finger in his mouth to get them wet.

 Elliot  then slowly started to play with your clit. You arched your back and bit your lip. He shoved his fingers in your wet pussy. "Come on, baby, tell me what you want," he said, causing you to clench around his fingers with his smooth voice. He gave me another clit kiss. This time, his lips touched your flesh directly, causing me to moan louder. Your juices were visible on his smooth, pink lips. 

“Uhhh fuck Elliot. I'm about to cum.” As soon as you said that, Elliot pulled away. His lips and chin wet from your juices. You groaned in frustration. “The only time you're cumming is on my dick.” he said, smirking. He pulls away from you by pulling his boxers off. Your eyes widen as you see his cock pop out of his boxers, and he hasn't taken his eyes off of you for even a single second.  

At least spits on his hand and strokes his dick for a few times while making eye contact. Elliott taps his dick on your pussy. “Are you ready for me baby?” he asked. “Yes Elliot. Please fuck me.” you said almost whining.  He took hold of your face and raised it. He kissed you once more and teased your entrance, saying, " good girl."  He allowed you to adjust to his size before slowly thrusting inside of you. "You're so fucking tight Y/n ," he moaned. 

He repeatedly thrust slowly till you gave him a little nod in agreement. He began to rock his hips more rapidly. As he fucked you, neither of you cared to cover up your groans. He clawed your hips while you clawed at his back. 

“Fuck I can't get enough of you y/n .” he said putting his head back. You bit your lips in pleasure while gripping his sheets. His rhythm continued even when he was close. His fingers making small circles on your clit so you could come faster, but your previous actions had gotten that covered already. Elliot kept his pace, muttering sweet nothings into your ear. One of his hands tangled up in your hair, pulling your head back so he could kiss you as he brought both of you closer to 𝑒𝓊𝓅𝒽𝑜𝓇𝒾𝒶.

You felt the rush of excitement again after a few more thrusts. You loudly moaned his name as you leaned your back towards him. Your toes curl, and you pull yourself out of the kiss with a loud moan. He has to wrap his arm around your back to keep you standing as your climax tears through you, all the while his thumb and hips moving in the same direction. "I swear to God, Elly. “Shit, baby. God”. Elliot continues to push himself over the edge with the same thrusts, lowering his head to the back of your neck. “Fuck im gonna-” Elliot pulls out and cums in on your stomach. “Ugh fuckk Y/n.” 

You both are now breathing heavily. Elliot gets off you and walks to the bathroom. ‘Where's he going?’ you wonder. Elliot comes back with a rag and wipes you off. He throws it into the dirty clothes and lays down beside you. 

 “You feel like a fucking drug Y/n” “what do you mean?” you asked him. “I mean ever since I met you. I feel a relaxed and calm, I feel weird when i’m not around you and if were being honest, your the only person I fuck with. What I'm trying to say is, I like you Y/n.” 

You immediately smiled from what he said. "I like you too Elly." Elliot smiled and kissed you, you kissed back. After cuddling in his bed, you could feel your eyes getting low while falling to sleep. Sleeping in Elliot's arms. 

can u do a fez smut of him wanting to eat the reader out?

⚠️ english isn't my first language

It was late at night. Ashtray was already sleeping, he didn't even get to finish the movie you three were watching and it seemed like you weren't going to finish it either. Fezco was topping you, one of his hands under your body grabbing your hip to keep you close and one of his knees occasionally brushing against your pussy. You broke the kiss to catch your breathe. Fezco gave you a peck. Two. Three. Four. Five. You smiled against his lips, enjoying those quick and wet kisses he was giving you. His lips moved to your cheek, leaving yours wanting more of him. He kissed your cheekbone and finally got to your neck. He took his time there; kissing it, licking it, even giving it soft bites. You let out some cutes "oh..." and some giggles. It felt so nice. His beard tickling those sensitive parts of your body and his hands roaming all over your hips, waist, and tummy.

You were surprised when his lips kept going down on your body, now focusing on your collarbone. It was surprising because he's never gone any further than the lower part of your neck.

"What are you doing?" You giggled trying to get his attention.

"I wanna eat you out." He stopped kissing your body and looked directly into your eyes. "I mean... if that's okay with yo'."

Always so cute. You nodded, grabbing him by his neck and making him kiss your lips again. The kiss was different now, messier and definitely wetter than before. Fezco repeated with zero complaints the trail of kisses he left before, enjoying every centimeter of your body. He went from your collarbone to your belly, asking you by raising his eyebrows if it was okay for him to lift your shirt. You gave him the permission he needed and his lips started working his way down your belly until he reached the waistband of your pajama pants.

You lifted your hips and Fezco dragged your pants off. "Cute." You heard Fez whisper when he saw your panties. He placed his head between your legs, millimeters away from your wet core and he took one of your legs, pushing it up and hooking your ankle over his shoulder. He kissed the inside of your thigh, practically devouring it. He bit the soft skin of it, making you whimper, and moved his lips along that part of your leg until he got to your groin.

"You good?" He was the kindest man you've ever been with, you smiled at him and nodded as you got comfortable on the couch. " 'K this has to go..." Fezco dragged your underwear off, leaving you completely exposed to him. "You guide me." He said before he started kissing your folds. You gasped feeling his mouth really close to your clit. Fezco knew what he was doing, it's not like he has had this enormous amount of partners before you, but he knew how to satisfice you. After seeing how desperate you were and when he finally had enough of teasing you, he licked from your hole to your clit, collecting all your juices and finally reaching where you needed him most.

Fezco started giving kitten licks to your clit, and even though you tried to be quiet all this time, it was impossible anymore. "Go faster please, Fez..." He did as you said, using his tongue so expertly. And he was so good at it, making every right movement with it to leave you breathless. Your chest moving up and down trying to catch some air.

"Is it good?" You nodded letting out a suffocated "yes." Instead of licking at it, Fezco began to suck on your clit making you arch your back and throw your hand to your mouth to silence your moans. His name left your mouth repeatedly, every time he sucked on your clit you felt closer to your climax.

"I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum Fez..." Your hands now went to the back of his head, bringing him even closer. Your legs shook and squeezed his head between your thighs as you came on his mouth. Fezco watched you come with his big blue eyes, literally amazed at how your body reacted to him. It felt so sweet, you capturing his head between your thighs, but it was even sweeter the way you tasted.

pretty boy, sirius black

pairing: sirius black x fem!reader

synopsis: you called sirius 'pretty boy' and now, he never stops following you.

genre: fluff

warnings: none

word count: 0.6k

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ YOU WERE LYING UNDER a tree by the Black Lake, trying to finish some last-minute homework. The gentle breeze rustled the leaves, providing a soothing background noise as you concentrated on your essay. Suddenly, you felt a presence beside you, and before you could even look up, you heard that familiar voice.

"Hey there, gorgeous," Sirius Black drawled, plopping down beside you with his usual confidence.

You rolled your eyes but couldn't suppress the small smile tugging at your lips. "Sirius, shouldn't you be somewhere causing trouble with James?"

"Ah, but where's the fun in that when I can be here, distracting you?" He winked, his eyes twinkling mischievously.

You tried to focus on your parchment, but Sirius's constant chatter and flirty remarks made it nearly impossible. He leaned in closer, his breath tickling your ear as he whispered, "You know, you're much too beautiful to be wasting your time on schoolwork."

You turned to him, intending to give him a witty retort. Instead, you sighed and looked up at him. "Sirius, don't you ever get tired of flirting?"

"Not when it's with you," he said, grinning. "But why, is it working?"

You shook your head, laughing softly. "You're insufferable."

He leaned back on his elbows, looking up at the sky. "Come on, there must be something you like about me."

You raised an eyebrow, smirking. "Well, you're easy on the eyes."

Sirius's confident smirk faltered for a moment. "Oh? Do go on."

You laughed, trying to brush it off. "Don't let it get to your head."

He moved closer, his tone more earnest. "No, really. What else?"

You hesitated, then muttered, "Maybe you're a bit of a...pretty boy."

Sirius's eyes widened, and he stared at you, momentarily speechless. His usual swagger was replaced with a look of genuine surprise.

You immediately regretted it, your cheeks flushing. "I-I didn't mean—"

"No," he interrupted softly, his voice barely above a whisper. "Say it again."

You blinked, taken aback. "What?"

"Call me that again," he repeated, his eyes still locked onto yours.

You shook your head, embarrassed. "No way, Sirius. Forget I said anything."

He moved closer, his expression serious. "Please."

"No," you said firmly, gathering your things and standing up. "I'm not going to call you that."

Sirius stood up too, a determined look on his face. "Then I'll just have to make you."

True to his word, Sirius became your shadow. He followed you to the library, sat next to you during meals, and even walked you to your classes. His constant presence was both endearing and infuriating. He'd poke your sides, and ruffle your hair, just to get a reaction out of you.

One day, as you were heading to Potions, he was right beside you, humming a tune. You sighed, exasperated. "Sirius, don't you have something better to do?"

"Nope," he said cheerfully. "Being with you is my top priority now."

You rolled your eyes but couldn't help the smile creeping onto your face. "You're impossible."

"And you're beautiful," he shot back without missing a beat.

Despite his antics, you found yourself growing fond of his company. His relentless flirting and playful nature made your days brighter. And every time he looked at you with those big doe eyes, you couldn't help but feel a flutter in your chest.

One afternoon, as you sat by the Black Lake again, Sirius sat down beside you, quieter than usual. He looked at you, his eyes soft. "Why won't you call me that again?"

You sighed, meeting his gaze. "Because it makes you look... different. Not the confident, cocky Sirius everyone knows. It makes you look vulnerable."

He smiled softly. "Maybe I like being vulnerable with you."

Your heart skipped a beat, and you looked away, feeling your cheeks heat up. "Well, I still won't say it."

He laughed, a warm, genuine sound. "Then I guess I'll just have to keep following you around until you do."

And as frustrating as it was, a part of you didn't mind at all.

Shadow

Anon Request.

​Love your blog can you do something for Lee not that you’ve seen the movie. 

Wordcount: 3.4K+

Description: Living on your own isn’t too bad, why live with people when they have done nothing but hurt you. Until you are suddenly being followed by a man. He seems harmless and maybe being alone isn’t so bad if you are alone with him.

A/N: My first Lee. I have no idea where this came from. I was supposed to be writing smut and it went left field. Please enjoy and let me know what you think.

Warning: Mention of SA, attempted SA,  drug overdose, Murder, Lee eating a person. A bit of angst, and a bit of fluff at the end.

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Flirtini "Shouldn't you be in my bed?" with Sirius plz plz plz plz

thank you for requesting!🫶🏽

11. “Shouldn’t you be in my bed?”

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“You look smashing today, love.” 

“Beat it, Black.”

Sirius’ smile only widened at the utterly bored tone of your voice as he settled into the spot next to you. Your eyes remained on the party around you, watching with narrowed and calculated eyes. It was almost endearing, in the same way a snake staring at its prey before it attacked was. 

He didn’t think he had ever been more attracted to you. 

“Aw, baby, don’t go breaking my heart like that,” Sirius commented with a mocking pout on his lips and a hand over his heart. “You’re killing me.” 

“Good,” you deadpanned. 

“Careful,” he teased, head tilting in amusement as he watched your hand grip the glass in your hand. “I almost detected some emotions there. You’re losing your touch.” 

“Oh, bite me,” you scoffed as you finally turned to look at him, your eyes narrowed in annoyance and irritation. 

“Just tell me where,” he retorted with a charming smile. “I promise I’m obedient when the incentive is right.” 

“Shouldn’t you be running around with your little prankster manchildren friends?” You commented, your jaw twitching a little as he took a step towards you and reached up to softly tuck some hair behind your ear before you could bat his hand away. 

“Shouldn’t you be in my bed?” He replied, so unbothered and unfazed by your clear disdain. 

It irked you.

“Do you ever stop?” You huffed out, stepping back a little but he just moved closer.

“You complain so much but if I was really annoying you, you would have blasted me across the room with a simple flick of your want,” Sirius noted with a smug look in his eyes. “I saw you do the exact same thing to Rosier the other week.” 

Your lips twitched a little. “The worm deserved it.” 

“Oh, I don’t doubt it, baby,” Sirius grinned back at you. “But that just tells me that you have gotta like something about me if you’re not hexing me into next Sunday.”

You rolled your eyes. “Don’t get ahead of yourself, Sirius.” 

“Sirius, is it now?” He teased, his voice positively gleeful. “I’m breaking down your walls, love. You’re bound to give in soon enough. I know you want me just as badly.” 

You let out a small huff of amusement. “Whatever helps you sleep at night.” 

“Got some really pretty dreams of you that help me sleep at night,” he retorted, flashing you a wink before he took a sip of his drink and turned on his heel to walk away.

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- same damn treatment! ( 𝐓.𝐂 )

@maryhuffxoxo​ : Heyy not sure if you’re taking requests right now but if you are can you do another livestream imagine about Timothee? Maybe where reader is live and he doesn’t know. And he starts making out with her and after a while she pulls away and points at the phone? xxx

THIS FIC CONTAINS foul language & a makeout sess??

𝐌 𝐀 𝐒 𝐓 𝐄 𝐑 𝐋 𝐈 𝐒 𝐓

it happened quickly. you were set up at the kitchen table, phone propped up on your laptop and timothée was in your bedroom asleep. you were live streaming but keeping your voice down so it wouldn’t wake him up.

timothée soon came out of the room, stretching and heading into the bathroom to brush his teeth, wash his face, etc. when he saw you, it seemed like you were doing work on your laptop and not live streaming.

so, when he came back as you were trying to pick out a song to play, he walked over to you, placing his lips onto yours.

userone tryna be y/n rn

usertwo damn ok timmy-

userthree keep that SAME energy with me when i see u, timothée

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Hi! I've been imagining this a lot lately, so I'd like to request an imagine where Timmy is in his apartment and plays Bob Dylan songs on his guitar, based on his latest Instagram Stories in which he's at James Mangold's place - and I've been listening to "I Want You" a lot, so I'd really like to see an imagine where Chalamet sings Dylan :)

hi!! loveee love love this song, and i also got a different req for timothée playing guitar so i've combined the two! hope this is okay 💗

i want you

“mmhm, i missed you too,” timothée smiles into the kiss in the doorway, your eagerness making him giggle as you kick the door shut and grab the neck of his guitar case, using it to pull him quickly down the hall and into the living room. tumbling onto the carpet together, he sits cross legged and you kneel up to move forwards, to close the distance between you.

“why’d you take you so long getting home?” you mumble between kisses, his lips chapped and warm against yours.

he moans softly, tilting his head for more access. “because i’m a stupid, stupid man.”

all wandering hands, you missed him today. these long shoot days have forced you to be patient, to wait for him, to know that what you're waiting for is worth it.

“but i’m quitting tomorrow,” he adds bluntly at the swipe of your tongue against his neck. you snicker, sucking a mark just behind his ear, easily hideable beneath those wild curls.

coyly, you bite your lip, both hands sliding up his hoodie, tugging the drawstrings closer until you’re in his lap. “hmm and you’re going to make it up to me?”

“fuck, yes,” he breathes, a soft noise escaping his throat when you hook your legs around his waist, pressing your chest against his.

grinding yourself gently against his crotch, his hands glide up the back of your shirt, nails digging deliciously into your skin until—

“great! then let’s get started, baby,” you chirp, scrambling off his lap and unzipping the guitar case.

timothée’s mouth hangs open, pink, swollen lips agape as he not so subtly shifts his hips against the tightness of his jeans.

dumbstruck and betrayed, he gapes at you for several seconds, his brain stuck in a haze entirely revolving around the curve of your ass against his—

“uhh, what just happened?” he splutters, cheeks flushed and pupils blown as he watches you place his guitar on your lap, fingers delicate as they tap over the strings. “are you kidding me?”

“what?” you smile innocently, teasingly brushing your fingers against the fretboard.

“you are wicked,” he whinges, throwing his head back with his eyes squeezed shut.

you scoot closer, biting back laughter as you slide your hand up and down the guitar neck.

he opens his eyes and groans loudly, staring up at the ceiling.

“wicked,” he scorns over your laughter, scrubbing both hands over his face as he squirms.

“you did say you’d teach me something tonight,” you pout, one hand reaching out to rest on his thigh.

“i will, but not when you’re all the way over there,” he growls, pulling you clumsily back into his lap and oh, this may be a much harder lesson than you anticipated.

back to his chest, you wriggle around just because you can, just because you’re not comfortable yet, timmy, just because those sounds he makes are too pretty not to coax out over and over again.

timothée inhales sharply, sinking his teeth just below your earlobe to muffle his moans.

“honey, you’re killing me,” he grunts, wrapping his arms around your waist to reach the strings in front of you.

he strums loudly, the vibrations from the guitar making you squirm involuntarily in his lap.

“shit, yn,” his voice is hoarse beside your ear, like he’s barely hanging on. “if you keep doing that you’ll learn nothing. because i’ll be dead. because, again, you’re killing me.”

you roll your eyes, wiggling your hips and chuckling when he grumbles.

“it’s not my fault it feels so good,” you explain, rocking your hips to the rhythm he plays.

timothée chuckles, burying his face in your neck as he starts to sing softly:

how does it feel? how does it feel?

to be without a home? like a complete unknown?

like a rolling st—

“shhhhh,” you cover his mouth with your palm, “different song.”

he furrows his eyebrows, swaying you both from side to side while his fingers dance around a riff. “hm?”

“i have a home,” you say simply, reaching back to tug his curls. you turn slightly to meet his eyes. “and i am known. you know me.”

timothée kisses your forehead, heart soaring in his chest. he links his fingers with yours, kissing the back of your hand before deftly leading them back over the strings.

“so the song needs to be accurate?” he clarifies, playing with your fingers.

you nod, fiddling with the dainty bracelet on his wrist.

he shapes your hands into chords, a beautiful progression filling the apartment.

“i want you,” he sings a different melody against your neck. “i want you so bad.”

“is this an original song?” you giggle, pushing your ass back a little and taking pleasure in the way it makes his voice strain.

“honey, i want you,” timothée noses at your cheek, making those all too familiar butterflies flutter their wings.

you turn your head to chase his lips, teeth clashing into the kiss.

“i want you,” he hums, fingers still over yours, the tempo he controls slowing, slowing, slowing, as his mouth meets yours languidly, tenderly.

“i want you,” he murmurs against your lips, “honey, i want you.”

“i want you so bad,” you whisper, leaning your head back on his shoulder.

he picks the final notes mellifluously and they shimmer around the room, soft, sweet, as light as his touch when he spins you in his lap, carrying you and the guitar into the bedroom.

could you do a fic where y/n and timothée come back very drunk from dinner together and get a little~ affectionate and she has these stockings on and he plays with her legs and makes her wait on purpose, thanks<3

short and sweet 💗 thank you for requesting!

patience

“timmyyyyyy,” you whine, bumping your nose against his shoulder. “hurry upppp.”

your boyfriend giggles, jingling your keys in the lock. “i’m trying, it won’t open!”

“just – turn it, here, let me—”

“nooooo, no i got it, i got it,” he shouts, voice echoing around the corridor. but he drops the keys, and this whole thing is hilarious.

“shhhhh!” you hiss, giggling madly against his side. “you’re gonna wake everybody up!”

he dives for the keys, drunken hands fumbling until he finds the right one. then he wraps both arms around your waist, your back flush to his chest as he continues to wrestle with the lock.

“come onnnn,” he groans into your ear, soft lips brushing against your ear and making your knees buckle.

“patience is a virtue,” you tease, snatching the keys from him. you try yourself, and is it really your fault if you can’t think straight with his hands inching lower and lower and lower—

“got it!” you shriek, and he has no choice but to slam his lips over yours before the guy two doors down writes another noise complaint.

you bite his lip, pushing back against him when the lock finally, finally, clicks. the door swings open, banging against the wall, and your bodies follow immediately after.

“baby, babe, babe” you jabber, a soft sound escaping your throat when his teeth graze just below your jaw. “couch? couch, babe?”

“mhm, use your words, darling,” timothée rasps, his voice alone making you dig your nails into his sides to compose yourself. when he starts to lower himself, to get on his knees, you lose it.

there are no words. they evade you, escape you, they don’t exist – not when his hands are sliding up your stockings, tantalising heat just out of reach, hoisting up your skirt and stopping – why is he stopping?!

“timothéeee,” you plead, both hands in his hair as you push him lower.

he looks up at you, shaking the curls from his eyes, a devilish grin on those angelic lips.

“words, princess,” he prompts, one finger tracing the pattern on your tights.

“god, timmy,” you all but beg, head falling back against the wall as he continues to trace up, up, up the intricate patterns on your leg. “take me, take me here, take me anywhere.”

you feel his smirk through your tights, your entire body aching for his skin against yours, for touch, for friction, for anything.

more, you need more.

reaching down, you slip a hand under them, only to have his hand close around your wrist.

“ahh, not so fast,” he smirks, nails digging into your thigh. “patience is a virtue, sweet one.”

“fuck you, please,” you add desperately, voice as shallow as your breathing.

“much better,” he teases, his fingers hooking beneath the stockings, sliding them down inch by inch, agonisingly slowly.

“oh, yes, yes, please, yes” you babble, one hand gripping his hair, the other clutching his shoulder. delicious heat builds, the air suddenly stifling, as timothée finally, finally, rips them off, folds them away – your sweet boy – and then hoists your thigh over his shoulder, diving, diving, diving into you.

anyways hc that jacaerys velaryon reads you targaryen history when you can’t sleep. he somehow keeps his voice perfectly steady, no matter what time of night it may be. strong hands pull you into him, letting you feel the reverberation of his deep voice through his chest. and always, he makes sure you’re fast asleep before his words cease.

From A Distance

AN: Hello! I’ve decided to try myself out at this whole writing thing so here it is my first Regulus Black imagine I hope you enjoy and if you any ideas for a new story please dont be shy to request me or message me! Oh and I know its not perfect with all the book names and the homework so if you want to give me an idea of the correct way pls message me I am super open to learning how to improve my writing !

Summary: Reader has a major crush on the mysterious Regulus Black and has always observed him from a distance. She never thought that he would feel the same until proven otherwise late at night in the library.

Pairing: Regulus Black x Slytherin!Female Reader

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Regulus Black was a mystery to most of the students that attended Hogwarts. Not much was known of about him other than the fear his last name caused many of his fellow classmates to feel, that he is the estranged brother of the well known and beloved Sirius Black, and that he was a seeker for the Slytherin quidditch team and a pretty good one at that. The aura of mystery that surrounded him made him prone too many rumours, most of them having to do with the group of wizards who all shared a similar tattoo on their forearm that proved their loyalty towards a former Slytherin student. He mostly kept to himself, always having a book not too far at his disposal in case he got bored of the conversation he was in with his fellow Slytherin pure bloods.

But if you payed attention to the little details like Y/N did, you would know his favourite class is potions even if he excelled in every class including defence against the dark arts the small glint of happiness and pride from a well brewed potion that showed in his hazel green eyes gave him away. You would also notice the almost peaceful look he had when he was playing quidditch as if all the other worries that plagued his mind vanished and capturing the golden snitch was the only thing that mattered. The uneasy look he had whenever the oils delivered the mail and he waited to see if he got any word from his parents and the relief he had when he had none or the frightened look when he did receive one. There were a handful of other little discoveries she had discovered over the years of observing him from the other end of the Slytherin dinner table, common room or class room. She couldn’t help herself, there was something about Regulus Black that intrigued her.

“Y/N…Hello? Earth to Y/N” Pandora waved her hand in front of her friends dazed out face hopping to get a reply as too wether or not she had understood Professor Slughorn’s assignment that was due in a few weeks.

Pandora followed her friends gaze that lead her to the youngest brother of the infamous Black family who seemed to be more interested in the leftovers on his plate from dinner than the conversation a Ravenclaw was desperately trying to have with him. Even if his last name caused fear in some didn’t mean they were blind to how handsome he was. Many of the girls in Slytherin had tried to get with him and were all turned down with a indifferent shrug or a forced smile and a cordial no. Y/N was one of the few Slytherin girls to have never pursued him but more shockingly to the most the only Slytherin Pureblood girl as well. Her family weren’t purist that believed that muggles were below them like some of the other pureblood families in Slytherin. In fact her family had a long line of being placed in Ravenclaw or on occasion Hufflepuff, she was the first to ever be placed in Slytherin which came to a chock to her family including her older brother who had saved her a seat next to him at the Ravenclaw table during the sorting ceremony. She was never shunned for being placed in Slytherin but she always did feel like the odd one out when she came home from Hogwarts and her family reminisced of they’re time at Hogwarts and all the fun parties they had in the Ravenclaw common room.

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poolside- t.chalamet

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pairing: Timothee chalamet x fem!reader

warnings: hints of nsfw ideas + mentions of leaving hickeys and sexual thoughts + kind of a cliff hanger(?)

the summer heat is thick. with the air being stale, and the temperatures rising along the coasts of California, you’re bound to jump in that crystal blue pool any moment.

it’s a summer vacation, away from work and time with friends. it’s a vacation for the young 20-something year olds, where the alcohol flows and the tan lines form in the unbearable heat of California.

he’s watching from afar, on the top deck of the pool. he lays against his chair, allowing the warm rays to glisten his skin. it’s impossible for him to relax with the giggling of your friend group, but he doesn’t mind. he’s got his eyes on you, watching you stumble across the deck, sing the lyrics to your favorite songs, and mess with the material of your skimpy bikini bottoms.

after at least an hour of watching you out the corner of his eye, he toughens up, making his way down the stairs to the pool. all eyes are on him, they range from young girls to older women, he doesn’t mind the stares, your eyes are the only ones he wants on him.

you glance over from your phone when he walks by. the small pink swim trunks are a little baggy on his waist, but it’s a beautiful color against his skin. you can’t help but look a little longer, his curls bounce with each step as he sinks into the cool water of the pool.

you find yourself following his lead. getting into the pool yourself, the cool water hitting your skin makes you shiver, but you sink further in despite the shock and chill reactions your body is giving.

“cold?” he asks moving closer to you, his knee nudges yours. you just nod and swallow, you’re so intimidated by his beauty up close. those beautiful big eyes, thick bouncy curls, and a dashing smile.

“don’t need to be shy, love.” a smirk forms his lips as he moves a bit closer to your body, more than legs are just touching now, “I don’t bite.” his mouth hovers your ear, his hot minty breath sends a shiver down your spine making you, unconsciously, pull yourself closer to him.

“what does that mouth do then?” you ask, the thought wandered your mind, it gave you no time to filter through before saying it. heat rushing to your cheeks once the words flow into the air.

“lots of things.” the pair are like a ghost over your skin, you can feel them but it’s so faint. he’s waiting for a signal of approval from you, the green light to really show you.

“show me.” your whispered plea sounds like a moan. his lips ghost your neck once again, this time instead of pulling away they land softly against the coconut scented sunscreen skin, teeth sucking softly against you. your arms wrap around his neck to pull him closer to you, “do that again.” you whisper in his ear, your own lips faint against his skin now.

he does as you ask, soft sweet moan escapes your lip into his ear, it’s so silent, not even your own drunk friends could’ve heard it, but it was just loud enough for him, “been watching you,” he says in between breaths, lips moving closer to your breasts, “you’re beautiful.”

you chuckle, eyes closing, feeling his lips touch a sensitive parts of your skin, lips move closer to your nipple, where the cloth covers you, “not here.” you say, watching those big eyes flicker up at you, full of lust and begging for more, “later.”

his smile turns into a smirk once again, “there’s a later?”

“there’s always a late night dip.” your finger tips graze his sharp jawline before you finally pull away and climb out the pool. he’s left with nothing but a hard cock and excitement for midnight.

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Five in Five

Warnings: friends to lovers, smut, dirty talk

It's around 2:45 am when the heat from Timothee's body wakes you. You untangle your legs from his and slide your arm from underneath his neck wondering how a man so lean can produce that much body heat. He groans softly in his sleep, and you wait until he's turned over to get up and go to the bathroom. You're sure that if he sees you creeping out of his bedroom, your only chance to go to pee will be blown.

You tip toe out of his room, leaving the door open for easy access when you return and as you cross the hall for the bathroom, your eyes wander downstairs to his front doors. They're massive double doors made of dark oak standing at least fifteen feet high. For a second, you think of leaving, like you always do. You never stay the night with Timothee...well not a full night. Having sex with him and leaving once he falls asleep was just a thing you guys did. You've always left, ever since he took your virginity in a vacant Marriot hotel room during the 11th grade La Guardia field trip to Los Angeles. It wasn't until years later, you realized Timothee wanted more than that. And it's not that you don't want to be his girlfriend...it's just that being his girlfriend could mean losing him completely if things turned shitty. Losing him as a boyfriend would suck. Losing him as a friend...you weren't sure you could handle. So, you always stuck to this. Sex. Great sex. Sex that you'd only be able to get with someone that loves you just as much as you love them. You sleep with him; you tell him how much you love him-because you do-and you leave when he falls asleep. He's never mad, he's never upset (that you can see and the thought of that gnaws at you constantly) and he never brings it up when you see him again.

Until a few hours ago.

You think about it as you remove your gaze from his front door and tip toe into the bathroom. You never thought he'd convince you to stay the night, but here you are peeing in his overly expensive, self-cleaning toilet and washing your hands with $60 hand soap that smells like vanilla and lavender. You drag a hand over your face as you make your way back out, avoiding the temptation of the front door this time on your way back to his room.

The door is open the way you left it, and you walk softly into his room, jolting a little when you see Timothee sitting up in the bed. He's got his thin, white sheet draped over his naked bottom half and even though he looks half asleep, he also looks sad. Your heart breaks a little as you realize this is what he looks like when he wakes up and you aren't there.

"Relax," you whisper "I'm still here." You crawl back into Timothee's bed, climbing over his body to get back to your favorite spot on his mattress. "I told you I'd stay," you tease him in a whisper and kiss his shoulder.

Timothee relaxes a little, laying back down, holding his arm out for you to cuddle into him.

"Would it be so bad?" he asks after a few moments of silence. You thought he'd fallen back asleep, but he must have been thinking.

"What?" you answer.

"Being my girlfriend."

"Timothee-"

"No seriously, what would be so bad about it? You're used to fame, so that wouldn't be an adjustment for you. We both have crazy schedules, so you wouldn't have to worry about one of us being busier than the other. And I know everything about you, y/n. Everything."

You laugh at his confidence. He definitely knows everything about you. You'd been sleeping with him for twelve years and been friends for longer. But you weren't going to let him think he knows everything. "You don't know shit, Chalamet."

"Oh yeah?"

"Mhmm, though it's cute that you think you do."

Timothee turns over on his side, facing you. He gives you a quick kiss that instantly turns into a deeper one. You whine when he pulls away, wanting his tongue in your mouth. He's close still, his lips grazing yours occasionally when he talks. "I know everything about you, y/n. Platonically, sexually, mentally. I know everything."

You study his face for a moment. He looks quite sure of himself. "Okay then," you say "five facts about me that no one else knows in five minutes."

"Easy."

"Go on then."

"Number one, I know that if I drag my fingertips across your back" Timothee slides his hands under the back of your shirt, demonstrating his words. "I can have you asleep in less than ten minutes."

You roll your eyes, knowing it's true. He's gotten you to sleep that way many times before.

"Four more, tick tock," you tease him.

"Number two, I know how much anxiety ordering food gives you, so I know your order at every restaurant we've ever been to, so you don't even have to say anything."

His fingers are still tracing lines up and down your back and it takes everything in you not to close your eyes against him.

"Number three, I know that if I kiss your neck right here" Timothee demonstrates his words again, placing the softest kiss to the side of your neck. "I can have you ready for sex almost instantly."

"Ugh, fuck off, Timothee."

He's right again.

You're pretty sure he takes two extra minutes just kissing your neck, the fucker, and you let him because it feels so good.

"Number four, I know that" he pulls you on top of him so that you're straddling his waist "when you're riding my dick, I have to hold your right here because it feels so good, they shake." Timothee's hands grip your thighs, his long fingers indenting the skin on your legs.

"Number five, I know that if I suck one of your nipples into my mouth" He removes a hand from your thigh and removes your shirt. Immediately, he uses his index finger to circle one of your nipples. It hardens instantly at his teasing and peppers your skin in chills "I can get you to do whatever the fuck I want."

You're silent for a minute, feeling his hard dick under you. You contemplate holding it and sliding down onto it but decide to show him he's not the only one who knows everything about the other.

"How'd I do?" Timothee asks.

"Not bad," you admit. You tease his cock with your pussy, sliding him through your wet folds. "But now it's my turn."

"Can I fuck you first?"

"No, Timmy, you can't."

Timothee groans, pressing his erection against your heat.

"You know, you can't call me 'Timmy' and not let me fuck you."

You smile knowingly, satisfied in the use of a secret weapon you learned about not too long ago while having dinner in a very public setting.

"Patience is a virtue, Timothee. Anywho, Number one, I know that when I whisper in your ear, it gives you these cute little chills all over your skin." You lean forward letting your folds slide across his hard dick again. Timothee groans softly through gritted teeth, shaking his head slowly at you. "Like this," you whisper once you're inches from his ear and like you said, you feel his skin prickle with chills. You run your hands over his arms, still gripping your thighs just the way you like, attempting to erase some of the chills you created with your warmth.

"Skip the rest and let me fuck you, y/n," Timothee begs.

"But I've got four more," you pout.

Timothee groans again, pushing his dick against you.

"Number two, I know tha-"

Your words catch in your throat as Timothee shifts on his bed, flipping you onto your back. His knees nudge your legs open, and he runs his nose along your neck until he finds the spot that makes you weak. He kisses it lightly before sucking the skin into his mouth.

"Give it up, y/n. You know it's me you think about when someone else is trying...and failing...to make you come. You know it's me you've been talking yourself out of for years. Over a decade worth of depriving yourself of the one thing you know you need the most. Why? I'm right here and I'm entirely yours. Take me."

Your eyes bounce back and forth between his, until your lips crash into each other's. Tongues winding and twisting fighting for dominance. You love him. You always have and there is no escaping him. There never will be. Timothee breaks your heated kiss and begins lining his way down to your breasts in kisses. He licks around your nipple once he's reached his destination, then suck it into his mouth. And just like he said, in that moment, you're willing to do whatever he wants.

"Be mine and no others," he says to you in between kisses to your soft skin.

"Whatever you want," you say breathlessly.

"No. Say it. Say you'll be mine and mine alone."

Timothee slides a finger along your folds of your pussy, gently pressing a finger inside to you see if you're ready for him. When he decides your wet enough, he lines himself up with you entrance. You're bracing for him; your legs are wide open and waiting but so is he.

"Y/n."

"You can't leave me when things get hard. You can't give up on us, because I can't lose you, Timothee. If I tell you yes, then this is it."

"That's all I've ever wanted."

"I mean it; you can't leave me."

"Y/n," Timothee said, as he pushed all the way inside of you, "I'd never dream of leaving you."

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☆ page-turner (r.a.b.)

— trying to read your book whilst sat in regulus' lap proves a harder task than you first thought

+ contains: smut, fingering (f!recieving), edging, teasing, praise

+ nsfw — minors please dni

"that's it, darling," regulus coos, his chin resting on your shoulder. "keep going."

you're sat in his lap, your back flush to his chest with your legs spread wide as you clutch your book with white-knuckles. his fingers expertly slip in and out of you, his thumb deftly working at your clit in an intoxicating combination that makes your mind cloudy.

regulus has made the rules of this exchange pretty clear: you stop reading, he stops moving.

at first, you had thought he was merely teasing, wanting to see just how far he could push you. but when you had first dropped your book, head falling back against his shoulder to let out a shaky moan, he had pulled his fingers out instantly with a reprimanding tsk. it was only when you started up again, voice shaking and cracking around the words, that regulus resumed his prior motions.

every now and then, he curls his fingers up to press against your g-spot, a wicked glint in his eye as he watches you stumble over the current piece of dialogue you're reading

"reg, please-" you breathe, eyes screwed shut as you feel your orgasm slowly build. the muscles in your stomach tighten, and in an effort to finish faster, you grind down onto his fingers.

"ah, ah," regulus hums, using his free hand to cup your cheek and redirect your face towards your now forgotten book. "told you, love. have to keep going. y'doing so well for me."

you're so close that if he stopped now, you're sure tears will escape your eyes and roll down your cheeks, a pathetic display of desperation. your only option is to continue reading.

the words become blurry as you fight to keep your eyes open, and you're only half sure that whatever you're saying is even comprehensible as you stumble through paragraph after paragraph.

all it takes is the pad of regulus' thumb swiping over your clit particularly roughly for you to see white. your book hits the floor with a thump, drowned out by the sounds of your moans and mumbled thanks. regulus holds your hips as you writhe in his lap, pressing kisses to your shoulder as you come down from your climax, all the while muttering praise and compliments.

"did so well, love," he hums, kissing your temple. "wanna see how well you can focus w'my cock in you, now."

REGULUS BLACK | 21:08 — HOLD HER!

SUM : after a boggart class, you rush to Regulus for comfort. The only thing is… the grumpy slytherin doesn’t really know how to comfort someone. Thankfully James is there.  

TAGS. : grumpy regulus ; sunshine reader ; gryffindor reader ; sunshine character seeking comfort in grumpy character trope ; remus approval secured ; sirius needs some convincing ; regulus needs a hug ; but reader needs it more in this fic ; regulus not wanting to admit stuff ; regulus sucks at emotions ; james being a lowkey but loud and panicky wingman ; protective james ; protective regulus 

LENGTH : 1.2k

PART 0.5 (PREQUEL)

“What. The. Fuck…” Sirius exclaims only to receive a hit upside the head by Remus who also pins him with a warning glare, “What?!” the eldest Black brother shouts and gestures to the unbelievable display happening before them, “Shouldn’t you be the one demanding answers? Usually she goes to you for this!”

Instead of answering him, Remus fixes an unreadable stare onto the scene happening before him; trying his hardest to suppress the smile tugging at his lips. Finally his suspicions were confirmed and he was happy to witness its conclusion. It was about time. 

Yes, he was the person you typically sought comfort from when distressed and he was more than happy to be that person for you, however, he’s seen your longing glances and has witnessed many of the one-sided conversations you’ve had with the silent, grumpy slytherin — who was the complete opposite of you in demeanour and attitude. It’s an interesting sight seeing you constantly approach him with your bright smile, sweet face and sparkling eyes, a contrast to his notorious emotionless and cold disposition.

Some people who’ve also witnessed your interactions with Regulus Black couldn’t understand why you were so persistent when he barely said a word back and scarcely showed any interest in return to your friendly advances. They thought you were crazy but you were so bubbly and sweet with everyone, they assumed that it’s just a part of your nature to approach even those who were deemed unapproachable. 

And Regulus Black is unapproachable. To everyone — except you.

Regulus never understood you. 

Usually, whenever someone brave enough to approach him started conversation, they would get so turned off by his aloofness that they would cut the interaction short and move on. Those that continued to persist, received a glare and offensive remark, which finally shook them off and out of his personal space. 

But you. 

You love his personal space. He couldn’t so-easily push you away like the others. Your tenacity rivalled the stubbornness of a bull — it was quite admirable. You weren’t deterred by his aloofness nor his ice-cold glare and snide remark. Secretly he was grateful. He’s grown to love your company (though he’d never say it out loud) ever since you shot down his attempt at forcing distance between the two of you. 

“Why would you say that? That’s so mean,” your pout was adorable, “and stop trying to look scary,” you poke your finger between his brows and ease the creases in his skin from his glare, “it doesn’t work when you have such a pretty face,”

Pretty…

You love calling him that, although he’d argue that the flattering term suited you much more than him. Growing up, he was told to despise Gryffindors; his brother was the only exception until you came along with your pretty smile, pretty eyes, pretty nose, pretty hair, pretty voice, pretty lips — pretty everything! 

…he’d never admit it out loud, however. 

He’d never admit a lot of things out loud when it came to you. Maybe that’s why he hardly said anything when you were around him. At least he doesn’t scowl as much anymore, he just holds a blank stare whilst trying to stop a smile from taking over his face.

He likes listening to you a lot more than he does anyone else and appreciates your company very much, even if it’s just to listen to you talk about your day and all the things you’ve done; how you loved the omelette they served for breakfast, how you really wanted to learn how to ride a broom but were terrified of heights, how your favourite subject was astrology and eagerly waited for each lesson, how you love his company and being close to him. 

He loves it too, being close to you. You’re warm and soft and he loves your fragrance. Surprisingly, it’s not as sickly sweet as he’d once imagined (and dreaded). Rather, you smelled perfectly floral with a hint of piquant spice that was unique to you. It wasn’t intoxicating, instead, it was calming and Regulus was addicted to the peace you were able to bring into his chaotic life, a life that remained jumbled with no help from his Gryffindor brother, his only brother, someone he still deeply but silently adored.  

Regulus appreciated you for being able to give him regular updates on his estranged brother since you were pretty good friends with the Marauders. You were especially close to Remus, which you admitted was due to his level-headedness and calmness. You explained to him that being around such stolid characters were comforting to you because their presence was reassuring. Regulus didn’t understand your reasoning. Although it could be because a creeping jealousy had coloured his eyes green for the tall brunette he had never had the pleasure of officially meeting. Nevertheless, it answered his question on why you so often gravitated towards Remus, especially when distressed. 

So… why were you desperately clinging to him when Remus was just across the courtyard?

James was in a frenzy. He had been worried ever since this morning. Ever since meeting you, he had grown to see you as his younger sister and with that, came a an urge to protect you from all things physical and intangible. Therefore, it was only natural for his senses to flood with worry as soon as you mentioned ‘boggart’ over your a plate of your favourite omelette at breakfast. You were going to have your boggart lesson for DADA today. 

Consumed by worry, James had rushed to the courtyard as soon as morning classes were over and desperately searched the crowd for you. Remus tried to assure him, confident in your courage as a fellow Gryffindor but that wasn’t enough to quell his anxiety for your condition. 

His apprehension was for good reason, it seemed, because for the first time ever! There were tears in your eyes. You were crying. You were sad. Sad enough to sob in someone’s arms. In Regulus Black’s arms!

“WhAt ARe yOU DoING?!” James shouts, his voice cracking and fluctuating from his panicked state as his hands grip and pull at his untamed locks. 

For the first time ever, Regulus stutters, “I-I—…uhh!” 

James’ eyes widen at Regulus’ shaking hands, hanging suspended in the air, his fingers twitching slightly from his hesitation and inexperience with comforting someone, “YOU IDIOT!” only James Potter would have the nerve to call Regulus Black an ‘idiot’.

In his eyes, James was watching his precious baby sister, who he loves to pieces, sob into the arms of someone she wanted comfort from but had no clue how to comfort her, “HOLD HER!” James demands, “HURRY!” 

Finally…FINALLY Regulus hugs you back, one hand on the back of your head to softly pet your hair down as his other circles around your waist and pulls you close. He feels you sob into his shoulder as your shaking hands cling onto the back of his button up shirt. When he focuses on your trembling sobs and usually sorrowful form, an ache takes hold of his heart and he finds himself clinging onto you. 

You don’t deserve to cry. You’re far too precious and sweet to deserve experiencing such distress. Whoever did this to you, once he finds the culprit, will have hell to pay…

As soon as you feel the secure squeeze of Regulus’ arms around you, your shaking sobs slowly reduce to pitiful hiccups and faint sniffles. Beside your ear, Regulus whispers soft, kind assurances and you’ve never felt so safe. It escapes you that Regulus was actually speak to you instead of the other way around. 

“It’s okay, my flower…” your heart leaps in your chest, “you’re going to be okay; I’m here for you,” 

A/N : i had this idea and parts of it written ages ago and rediscovered it while i was on holiday — finally! i got to finish it haha! i hope you lovelies enjoy, this turned out better than i originally imagined it to go 

NAVI. | PART 0.5

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hiii can i request a jealous!regulus x reader where they are together but not really because they had a fight and haven’t talked in a week but there’s a party (slytherin common room bc they won a quidditch game) and reader is getting drunk and some guy (anyone but barty and evan, and snape obviously) comes up to her and starts to flirt and regulus sees that and gets super jealous so he steps in and gets all possessive

hi thank you so much for the request lovely <3

I have such a weak spot for possessive regulus it's unreal 😫

Possessive

It had been a week. One very long, very silent week ever since you and your boyfriend, Regulus Black, fought. The argument was about something ridiculous, something minor that you couldn't even fathom to remember, but nevertheless you were stubborn, you refused to be the bigger, the more mature person and apologise to establish peace once more. Regulus was just as stubborn, perhaps more.

He would leave the room whenever you entered, he would change his usual seat in classes so he was not sat with you, he would do everything and anything in his attempt to make you succumb to his game and apologise weakly.

You knew his weakness however; it was obvious in the way that no matter what he did, what you did, his eyes of harsh blue would stare at you with a gaze that showed too much, showed his love for you, his care for you, but most of all, his unwilling desire to do anything for you.

So Regulus could act cold and distant all he wanted, but you knew that it was just that - an act.

The green walls and wooden floors thumped with the beat of the music as pure debauchery took place.

Parties after the Slytherin team won in Quidditch had created a reputation of being completely unpredictable, a scandal amongst the school. Anything could happen at these celebrations; anyone could drink too much, anyone could break the delicate and expensive decorations, anyone could fuck the wrong person in a completely wrong place.

Who could blame these Slytherins, their victories were things to be noted in history, with Regulus Black the centre focus.

It was thanks to him that the team would walk away with a trophy, and this time was no different.

You knew how quick and agile he was with a broom, you knew how focused he could be, how competitive the boy is.

However, you did not see the victory, did not watch the game. Much to Regulus' dismay, you were not in the stands with his initials painted on your cheeks in green and black, cheering louder than anyone else.

But you did show up for the party.

Of course, you wouldn't miss it, it was the party everybody longed for. You still wouldn't speak to him, not even sparing a glance his way. Yet his eyes were glued onto you, onto your tight-fitting clothes, onto your dark makeup, onto your devilish smile. Yes, he could pretend he did not care all he want, could act as if he was listening to Barty and Evan talking and joking next to him, but you knew he was wrapped around your finger, and deep down, he knew it too.

It had been an hour since you initially arrived, and all the alcohol you have downed easily had been slowly catching up to you. You had been growing tipsy, and Regulus was monitoring you to make sure you would not do anything you would regret in the morning.

Like talk to the pervert who had been staring you up and down all night with a gross smirk on his face.

Regulus knew him, unfortunately. Graham Peake. He knew that the boy had always been desperate to kiss you, to touch you. He wouldn't get the chance. He would never even know what it felt like to have your soft lips on his. Nobody else would ever know the feeling except Regulus Arcturus Black.

Graham had wrapped his hand around your upper arm, that stupid smirk remaining on his face as you turned around to face the stranger.

"Hi." He spoke, and you immediately rolled your eyes.

"Hi." You murmured back, taking another sip of your drink.

"You look very nice tonight." Graham grinned as if it was supposed to make you weak in the knees, but it couldn't, it would hilariously never.

You were getting a bit too tipsy to register how close he had gotten to you, only focused on Regulus and whatever he had disappeared to.

"Where's your boyfriend?" Graham tilted his head, sliding his hand slowly down your arm.

You shrugged, taking another sip of your drink whilst the boy opposite you only smirked wider.

"Hm, maybe I should take care of you tonight then?"

"Maybe you should leave her alone." Regulus appeared behind you with an intimidating glare, his jaw clenched as he stared down Graham.

"Oh, Regulus, I uh-"

"Wait, excuse me, let me fix my wording," Regulus shoved the cowering boy away, creating much-needed distance.

"Fuck. Off." He didn't usually swear, having been taught about how much of an abysmal habit it is to swear, but he only swore when he was really angry. He was a very polite person, so when Regulus Black swore, it never led to anything good.

Graham seemed to be frozen in place, shocked at how quick the situation unfolded in front of him. Regulus only raised an eyebrow and the coward hurried away, apologising profusely to you and Regulus as he walked away.

You smirked when you felt Regulus' hand rub your shoulder.

"Are you-"

"You know, you're cute when you're jealous." You turned around and wrapped your arms around his neck, beaming proudly whilst Regulus scoffed.

"I'm not jealous." He wrapped his arms around your waist in a possessive hold.

"Yes you are." You bit your lip as you leaned closer to the boy.

"Why would I be jealous of that idiot?" He spat, glaring at said idiot as Graham was sat hunched over by the fireplace.

"Hmm, maybe because you haven't talked to me all week?" You muttered, but Regulus heard, given how close the two of you were.

"You haven't talked to me either." Regulus pointed out as you pouted.

"I didn't talk to you 'cause you avoided me." You practically gave him puppy-dog eyes, knowing that it would make him surrender to the game he had created in the first place, drawing up the white flag.

Regulus sighed before he spoke.

"I'm sorry."

You grinned and pecked his cheek.

"I forgive you."

He smiled only slightly before returning his harsh gaze onto Graham.

"You know that you have nothing to worry about, right?" You caught his attention once more, Regulus staring at you with a loving gaze.

"I'm yours. Completely and utterly yours."

The boy grinned at that, not an arrogant grin but a smile of pride, of satisfaction.

"I know." He answered, pecking your forehead as you nuzzled his neck.

"I know just as much that I'm yours. Always have been." Regulus spoke softly as you tilted your head up and leaned in for a kiss.

He gave in, and kissed you passionately, grinning into the kiss as he knew Graham was watching pathetically.

⠀ 𝝑𝑒 ⠀⠀ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒. you’re heavily pregnant with sukuna’s child and so desperately need to have your specific pregnancy cravings: mangoes. when you realise you’re out of them, you turn into an emotional mess.

tags. true form!sukuna x wife!female reader. fluff, sfw. pregnancy. size difference (reader referred to as small). reader gets called ‘woman, brat’ wc: 1.8k

you’re crying in your chambers, the volume of your cries overshadowing sukuna’s arrival at the estate. you hiccup and sniffle as you sit in the corner of the master bedroom. there really doesn’t seem to be an end to your mental breakdown.

you’re prone to mood changes because of your pregnancy, already being seven months along. your belly is as round as a globe as it sticks out from under your kimono.

you hold onto your lower abdomen while mumbling to yourself. “not fair,” you rub your blurry eyes with your free hand.

the bedroom doors suddenly swing open. you lift your head from your knees and make eye contact with your husband who looks rather . . . upset. more upset than you are at the moment, that’s for sure.

you whimper as his big and intimidating stature dwarfs over yours while you’re stuck in the corner. when you look up at him, you cry even louder. seeing that familiar face after two whole days of suffering in this place alone gets you even more emotional.

after sukuna entered the room, his gaze had immediately fell upon your quivering figure. he raises an eyebrow as you cry louder once you spot him, the sound breaking his ear drums. he lets out a sharp exhale, a hint of annoyance seeping into his tone.

“enough with the tears,” sukuna grumbles as he crosses the room in a few long strides. his presence is both imposing and protective as he looms over your small figure.

his eyes flicker over your body—taking in the sight of your round belly. he can’t deny that the view makes his shoulders relax, relieved to see his wife do well after two days without seeing you.

sukuna kneels down before you, his eyes narrowing as he notices the tears running down your cheeks. who knows how long you’ve been sobbing? the realisation that no one has checked on you while you’ve been crying like this irks him.

the king of curses will make sure that every single servant - and especially the ones assigned to you - pay for not noticing your sour mood sooner.

“damn it, woman,” sukuna curses under his breath, his words laden with both irritation and a sense of concern, “what’s gotten into you now, hmm? why the blubbering mess?"

you hiccup, gasping for air as sukuna kneels down to your level, something he rarely does. one of his hands reach out to wipe a tear from your cheek, his expression stoic and unreadable while he does so.

“welcome home,” you utter, remembering to greet him properly. you wipe your own tears away and try to explain the situation without it sounding absurd. “i—i went down to the kitchen to get som-something,” you stammer, trying to spit it out before sukuna’s irritation spikes.

“but they didn’t have the food i craved—they’re out of mangoes,” your wailing starts again just at the thought of your non existent fruit. it felt like the most devastating moment in your life when the maids told you that they were out of mangoes.

sukuna’s annoyance quickly dissolves upon hearing your explanation. the revelation that you’re crying over mangoes seems so unbelievable, so absurd, that he couldn't help but let out a dry huff of laughter. an amused smirk tugs at the corners of his lips.

the pink haired man brushes the remnants of the tears away from your face. his rough fingers pause at your chin, giving it a light tap. “mangoes, huh? y’re out here bawling y’r fucking eyes out like a baby for some damn mangoes?”

despite his tough exterior, sukuna knows that pregnancy hormones often amplified emotions, making even the smallest things a cause for crying. and right now, you’re stressing and sputtering over some mangoes.

“mangoes,” you nod and cry softly, watching as sukuna rubs your cheeks with his manly fingers, enjoying his rough touch. you easily guess by just the increased toughness of his calluses that your husband has worked hard while he was gone.

though, mangoes are your current pregnancy craving and not having them meant war to you. it’s all you can focus on—even if your beloved sukuna is right in front of you.

“i need them,” you whine and pout. your hormones made it difficult for you to calm down.

you do, however, try your best to stop crying. you clean your face with the sleeve of your kimono and bite on your bottom lip to refrain from bawling your eyes out for the nth time. “i want my mangoes,” your voice is hoarse as you glance up at sukuna, “please?”

sukuna hates to admit it, but his expression softens upon hearing the hoarse tone of your pleading voice. the view of your tear-streaked face and the knowledge that you’re experiencing pregnancy cravings makes it difficult for him to maintain his usual firm demeanor.

the king of curses sighs, his annoyance replaced by a reluctant acceptance of your plight. “tsk, damn it,” he mutters, lazily resting his head against the palm of one of his hands, “y’re really gonna make me fetch you some mangoes?”

here you are, a grown woman crying and begging like a kid for a sweet, juicy mango. he’s seen you in many states - happy, sad, tired, excited - but never quite as emotionally overwhelmed just for a piece of fruit. sukuna’s large hand reaches out to pat your head in a surprisingly gentle manner, a rare display of his softer side.

you pout at sukuna and lean into his touch as he pats your head. you come up with something witty to say, as you always do. “well, you’re the one who got me pregnant,” you comment in a teasing way, sticking your tongue out at your husband.

no matter what sour mood you’re in, you can still be sassy. though it doesn’t last long before your bottom lip trembles again. “i can’t do anything about it. the baby craves mangos,” you whine as you rub your baby bump to emphasise your words.

you are eating for two people after all—for you and the baby.

sukuna’s smirk widened at your retort and the playful gesture. even in your distraught state, you had the audacity to sass him. damn cheeky little woman.

the pink-haired man chuckled darkly, his hand clumsily ruffling your hair again before pulling away. “‘n i don’t regret a thing. even if i gotta put up with y’r cranky ass.”

you roll your eyes at sukuna’s reply. you know you’re an emotional mess, but you couldn’t care less. anything for your mangoes—those juicy ones that you could eat a dozen of in one sitting.

“the maids said that the mangoes were out of stock in the towns ‘nd villages nearby,” you continue while you carefully stand up from the corner. you’re trying your best to stay rational. you’re extremely hungry and haven’t eaten ever since breakfast. that’s how stubborn you are being.

“but i’m hungryyyyy. want my mangoes,” you sigh and nearly stomp your feet out of frustration.

“yeah, yeah—fuckin’ hell,” sukuna groans, watching you slowly stand up, your pregnant belly protruding like a perfect sphere. it’s a constant reminder of the effect he has on you, and somehow, it makes him proud.

he helps you stand up by holding onto your arm, sharp eyes focused on your body to make sure you don’t strain a single muscle.

after you manage to stand up straight, you walk with sukuna to the kitchen to find something to eat—perhaps some other fruit will satisfy your cravings for now.

sukuna follows behind you, his steps long and leisurely while your shorter strides keep the pace with him. as the two of you walked towards the kitchen, he continues to listen to your repeated mantra. it’s driving him insane.

“mangoes, mangoes, mangoes. i get it, brat,” the king of curses swears he can feel the vein in his forehead throb. you’re lucky that he . . . tolerates you as his wife.

it’s something more than just ‘tolerating’ you, of course. but openly admitting to loving you, even in the slightest, is something sukuna would never do.

if someone would ask him why he goes the extra mile for you, his answer would be that it’s simply because you’re carrying his heir. however only sukuna knows the full truth, the sappy secret he’ll forever keep to himself.

before you arrive at the kitchen, you bump into uraume. they glance from sukuna to you and bow. “good day,” they greet you with as much respect as they do to sukuna. they’ve been doing so ever since you gained your title as his wife.

the king of curses folds all four of his arms over his chest. his lower pair of eyes are still focused on your impatient self, shifting your weight from one foot to the other. he just knows you’re holding yourself back from asking for your active pregnancy craving again.

sukuna clicks his tongue and nods his head at you while he speaks to uraume. “keep an eye on her while ‘m gone. feed her what she wants,” he says in his deep voice, his tone commanding and firm.

uraume remains quiet for a second. sukuna had recently came back from a mission and is once again heading out for some ambiguous reason, but they know better than to question their master.

“where are you going, hubby?”

you of course, get a free pass. you don’t hesitate at all before questioning your husband. sukuna scoffs when he hears your voice ask him that in such an oblivious manner. you should’ve known where he was departing to.

“where’d you think, smartass?” he pinches your nose, causing you to swat his fingers away out of instinct. he gives up on your nose and moves to squeeze your cheeks together in a gentle yet firm manner.

you huff at his antics. sukuna grins at your frown and pout before releasing your jawline with a faint push.

“you better hold on ‘til i come back with y’r stupid mangoes,” he scoffs while turning around to walk to the entrance, “and when i do, i don’t wanna hear ‘nother squeak, understood?”

sukuna seems to have made another mission for himself; find his heavily pregnant wife mangoes before she goes absolutely insane.

your face lights up and you nod repeatedly. your heart melts when you realise that sukuna is actually putting effort to satisfy your needs. he may be harsh and stern at times, but his actions speak louder than his words.

“okay! love you, ‘kuna!” you call out to your lover while he disappears behind the gates. as expected, your words are met by silence.

that’s fine with you. not hearing an ‘i love you’ back doesn’t hurt you as much as it did at the start of you relationship.

you know sukuna cherishes you in his own special way. if he didn’t, you’d be dead long time ago. on top of that, he would not go out on a hunt for mangoes right after coming back home if he didn’t like you.

you know sukuna would let the world burn for you.

Can u write something with regulus where they're not dating yet and he keeps buying her gifts because it's the way he shows affection

ofc bb ! sorry this is super short but it's still cute

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You sit in the library, completely focused on the book in front of you. You feel someone sit down beside you and your cheeks flush crimson as you realise it's Regulus.

"Hi." He says softly, a small smile playing at his lips. "I knew you'd be in here."

"Hi." You giggle, you had been hanging out a lot the past few weeks and you were really starting to like him. You hadn't talked about your relationship much yet, not discussing a label or anything but he did steal kisses from you at any opportunity.

"I have something for you." He tries to hide his smug smile as your eyes light up. "It's a gift."

"Reg, you can't keep buying me things." You sigh but a smile still sits on your lips. "I feel bad."

"Don't." Regulus smiles, pulling out a small box and handing it to you. "Open it."

Your heart flutters as you open the box to reveal the most gorgeous necklace you'd ever seen.

"Regulus!" You gush. "It's so pretty."

"Pretty necklace for a pretty girl." He says quietly, making your chest tighten. Regulus wasn't one for words of affirmation, so every time he said something like that it made it even more special.

"I love it, Regulus." You press a soft kiss to his cheek. "Thank you."

Regulus “I hate everyone” Black that has the softest spot for you.

pairing(s): Regulus Black x gn!reader

warning(s): none.

poetry enthusiast. if you speak a different language he takes time to find poetry from your country of origin. reads them out loud in private to recite them to you one day.

doesn’t say anything if you lean your head on his shoulder while you two study together at the library, but deep down he adores that you find comfort in him.

whispers answers to you or writes them in little notes during class if you struggle in any subjects. but if anyone dares to ask him for help they get a death glare and sometimes a threat of being jinxed.

leaving little love notes in his books before lending them to you! they’re in very random and obscure spots so they always catch you off guard. loves it when you write responses before returning the books to him.

due to his issues he sometimes struggles with accepting the fact that he can be loved by you or even at all. doesn’t say anything about it but deeply craves your reassurance and validation. just hug him, run your fingers on his scalp, let him know he’s safe and he’ll melt in your arms.

Regulus Black ‐ Jasmine, Lavender, and Poppy

Pairing : Regulus Black x (she/her) Reader Word Count : 0.6k Warning : Nothing, just pure fluff. Synopsis : Regulus made sure that she would never forget his scent ever again. Notes : My first blurb. Should I make more of these? If you like this story and would like to support me, please visit my kofi page and perhaps get me a coffee?☕  

She remembers his scent well. That very special smell of oud and leather, something that portrays luxury and obscurity. Something that feels like home. Something that screams him— Regulus Arcturus Black.

But poking on Regulus has always been one of her most favourite things to do. Even before they were romantic, teasing him has always been second nature for her. His reactions have always brought her bliss. Their harmless banter is what fuels their day and it feels like the perfect time for her to pull the first taunt of the day.

"I don't smell you from the Amortentia," She lied, teasing her boyfriend whose brows are now pinched high from the offensive words she spilled "I smelled cinnamon, wet grass, and linen."

"Bullshit, I smelled you. There's no way you smelled someone else."

Shs shrugs, closing her textbook that hasn't been read ever since they entered the library, "Maybe you smelled wrong."

"I'm never wrong about these kinds of things."

"Yeah?" She challenges, propping her chin in the palm of her hand "What did you smell?"

"I smelled jasmine, lavender, and poppy."

"That doesn't smell like me. You're just listing random flowers."

Regulus raised an eyebrow, "Your perfume's base is jasmine. You drop a few lavender oil to your seal wax on all of our letters. Your garden is filled with poppies. You are jasmine, lavender, and poppy."

A smile blooms on her face. It was one thing to be satisfied by teasing your boyfriend and another to have him spelling the little details of you. Regulus has always been the observant party of the two, she just never realised how much of her he's taking notes of.

"Also, Love, your house is always decorated with those three flowers on every corner. You are what I smelled from Amortentia. You are my soulmate."

"Well, no one said Amortentia smells like your soulmate. They say it smells like someone you're attracted to so maybe that's why." She continues her scheme, concealing her blooming heart "Maybe I'm attracted to someone else now."

Regulus' brows rose higher, looking even more appalled at her words, "Are you being serious right now?"

She shrugs.

Regulus stood from his seat. Perhaps teasing him in the library when they're the last people there wasn't such a brilliant idea. Merlin knows what he might do now. Regulus might be a calm and collected person but wrong poke and you'll wake the fury inside him.

She started to inch away, pushing her seat back until it hit the wall, giving her no other space to escape. Regulus kneeled down, levelling to her eye level and eyes her deeply. His brows were still knitted in displease but his eyes were soft. Her plan to keep an aloof expression has evidently failed as a playful smile cracks on her lips, anticipating for his next move whilst praying that he wasn't genuinely angry.

"You're a menace." He says before kissing her.

Regulus pulled her chair closer, locking her in place as he put his hands on her sides. It wasn't like she's planning to leave, anyway. No one in their right mind would want to go when they're being kissed by him, especially with such an intimate and asserting position.

One hell of a man, Regulus is.

A victorious smile was plastered on her face when they pulled away. It was a short kiss. Just enough for him to prove to her just how wrong she is about the scents she's attracted to. Regulus knew that she was lying, that she was just trying to get his reaction, yet he complied with her charade anyway.

Regulus now stands from his position. He took off his robe, tossing it carelessly to the seat he occupied a couple minutes ago. He then takes off his jumper, making her cheeks burn from the sight. He surely knows how to keep her around.

"The library might not give you the best privacy if you're planning to go nude, Love." She comments.

Regulus rolls his eyes, handing her his jumper, "Wear it."

"Why?"

"So you won't ever forget my scent again."

Not into you

A Regulus Black imagine

This is part two to Lily’s Potion. Read it here.

Regulus is taunting you, hoping you will confess that you’re into him. When you try to get your revenge things get very interesting.

Warning: slightly suggestive, but also just sweet

I was super excited about this one when I wrote it, but I just reread and meh. But I really hope you like it. It's less smutty than part one and more fluffy, I think... Feedback is always welcome. Sending you all lots of love and of course happy readings!

– The request –

NEED a part two for Lilys Potion pleaseeee 🙏🙏

– The writing –

When Lily and Marlene had told you that avoiding Regulus wasn’t that difficult they clearly forgot that you’re both in the same year and that he can be an obnoxious ass if he wants to be. You feel your whole body tense when you notice he’s taking the seat behind you. You hear a little shuffling but try to focus on your book, checking today’s subject before class. Regulus gets up from his seat slightly leaning over his desk to get closer to you. “I did some research and there’s no way that the things you said and did… or at least tried to do, were all induced by that potion. You wanted it.” His raspy whisper and words make you forget to breathe for a second. There’s a silence and Regulus’ smile grows smug, convinced that you’ll admit you like him, but you regain composure. “Don’t flatter yourself, Regulus. You’re my best friend’s baby brother.” Merlin, he hated it when you referred to him as just his brother's ‘baby’ brother, but his scowl was mostly caused by your ridiculous argument. “What does that have to do with you being horny for me?” Regulus asks bluntly, eyes taunting and smug. You’re absolutely baffled by his choice of words. Horny? Who does this brat think he is! You turn slightly but don’t face him and protest with an annoyed but hushed voice. “I’m not horny for you!” Far from convinced, Regulus' eyes turn even more cocky than they usually are with a filthy smile tugging on his lips. He’s about to open his mouth when the professor walks in, bringing an end to the conversation.

***

You join your friends at the gryffindor table, but do so with a scowl on your face. “What’s gotten you in such a pissy mood?” Peter asks, making everyone look at you. “Them.” You say, making all eyes move to the slytherin table, not needing any further reference to who you were talking about. Regulus and his friends were snickering about something but Regulus’ eyes were focussed on you. When he sees half the gryffindor table look at him, he just smirks and looks away. “Yeah… what’s up with that?” Sirius asks you and you frown. “What happened at the party? I mean Regulus pulled you away from me and next we find you both in your room?” You feel your cheeks heat up and avert your eyes to the food instead of your friends’ questioning looks. “Nothing happened.” You say, sounding annoyed and anything but convincing. Lily tactfully changes the subject and most of the table follows her lead, except for James who keeps his eyes focused on you. “You know there’s such a thing as revenge.” He whispers just loud enough to get your attention and avoid the rest from picking up on what he’s saying. “What do you mean?” You ask confused but also genuinely interested in whatever James’ brain had cooked up. “Put him through the same and see if he’s still laughing at you then.” 

Your smile slowly mirrors James’ grin as you see the whole plot work out, but at the slytherin table a very wary Regulus senses trouble. 

***

James had come up with a plan. You had to distract Lily so he could steal the last dose of her crappy potion. You didn’t like going behind your friend’s back but James had convinced you that it was best to avoid Lily since she had somewhat of a moral compass and purposely drugging a guy to get some petty revenge was a bit ‘morally grey’ as James put it. The second step of the two step plan was to convince Sirius to join in so he could slip Regulus the potion. After some judgmental frowning Sirius quickly decided to pick James’ plan of mischief over his own flesh and blood. 

***

So now here you were, casually hanging at a party with Marlene and Remus by your side discussing the immense workload the professors had hit you with over the past few weeks. You occasionally scan the room to see if you could spot Regulus. When an hour had passed and you still hadn’t seen him you began to worry. You clearly hadn’t thought this through at all, what if you had caused Regulus to end up with someone. You and James had agreed to not let things escalate but James had clearly forgotten about that since he was more than a little wasted already. 

You leave your friends in search of Regulus, but he’s nowhere to be found at the party. So you decide to be brave and approach a drunk and wickedly smiling Barty. Who’s smile turns filthy as soon as he notices you walking over to him. “Well, look at that, pretty girl looking for some entertainment? Come to the right place.” He winks and leans a little closer to you. You roll your eyes and just ignore his words. “I’m looking for Regulus.” You state and Barty rolls his eyes. “Really that's the guy you want to go for?” Barty teases with wiggling eyebrows. “You could have me. I’m better looking, funnier and slightly less emo.” You raise your eyebrows and feel saved when Evan shouts from a nearby couch. “Sit your drunk ass down Barty.” Barty complies without a single word of protest, his eyes suggestively looking at Evan now. “I’m afraid you missed him, pretty sure Regulus left for his dorm about half an hour ago.” Evan says and you quickly thank him rushing out to find Regulus.

You fling the door of Regulus’ room open to find him pacing around in his room. His tie was undone, shirt wrinkly and hair messy. There was a cauldron and a mess of ingredients surrounding it. As your eyes focus on whatever he was brewing, Regulus spots you and turns red. When you meet his eyes he spins around, away from you. “You! What are you doing here? You shouldn’t be here.” A stressed hand moves through his hair and you observe him carefully. “You alright?” You ask, closing the door behind you and taking a step towards him. “No! I’m not alright. I know what you did! You gave me that potion and now my mind’s running wild!” He turns around, but takes a step back to keep some distance between you two. For the past hour his mind and body had been craving you. He had done his best to keep himself in check and work on a cure rather than run to you, confessing his secret crush on you. You feel guilty, seeing him this distressed. 

“I’m so sorry, Regulus. James and I just didn’t think this one through at all, but you were being a bit of  a dick and we thought it was funny.” As you apologise and explain yourself, Regulus’ mind wanders. His eyes lustfully move over your figure, taking in every beautiful detail. He feels his whole body heat up and his member twitches in his pants. Her lips are so kissable. Fuck, I need her in my bed, underneath me. Or she could just hold me and kiss me. She’s wearing that perfume again. It’s killing me. I bet she tastes even better than she smells. - What the hell am I thinking? She’s just a stupid girl. - Merlin, I want her, need her. Damn potion. She’s the one. So fuckable. She would be such a sweet and beautiful mom to our children. “Regulus? Did you even hear a thing I said?” You snap your fingers in front of the dreamy slytherin.

“Just help me make a cure before I confess my feelings for you.” Regulus snaps, turning to the cauldron on the table. Your eyes widen and it takes a second before his eyes fill with horror. “Feelings?” You ask, feeling your cheeks heat up and your heart swell with joy. “It’s the potion talking.” Regulus quickly argues, but a cheeky smile tugs on your lips as you remember what he had told you just a few days earlier. “No, Reg, I clearly remember you telling me that the potion doesn’t induce any feelings of any sort.” 

“Shit.” Regulus curses, looking down. He had been so eager to have you confess your feelings and now it was blowing up in his face. “Well since I’ve already embarrassed myself today, I might as well do this while I'm still high on this potion.” He takes two big steps towards you and brings a hand to the back of your head, pulling you into an intensely deep and passionate kiss. He pulls away and takes a deep breath, calling up on all his self control to ignore you and focus on the potion. Meanwhile you’re still on cloud nine due to that amazing kiss. “Hey, twinkle eyes, you gonna help me or just stand there being beautiful and distracting me.” Though he was giving a compliment there was clear annoyance in his voice. He hated being so vulnerable and was still embarrassed about confessing. 

You eventually snap out of it and tell Regulus to take a seat on his bed and relax so you can work properly without his mess of hormones interfering. When you finally finish the potion he swallows it down eagerly. You watch him carefully to see if it worked. Regulus lets himself fall onto his bed again, relieved that the horny hunger inside of him had somewhat calmed down to a normal amount. However, now that the effects of the potion had worn out you were still on his mind, as always. He runs a hand over his face. “Fine. Laugh all you want.” Regulus finally says, throwing his arms wide in surrender and you chuckle at his dramatics, but you don’t laugh to Regulus’ surprise. Instead you move closer to him and straddle him. He’s confused for a second, but more than happy to welcome you on his lap. 

“You’re kinda hot when you’re all bothered like this.” You whisper as you comb through his hair with your fingers, making him smirk, satisfied to have you. He pulls you closer and pushes himself up so his lips brush yours. “I thought you weren’t into me?” Regulus whispers teasingly. “I lied.” You say with a cheeky smile and Regulus, squeeze your side making you yelp before kissing you lovingly. I knew it. 

Word count: 1728

Lily’s potion

A Regulus Black imagine

When you're stressed at a party Lily gives you a potion to make you relax. However, the potion has the bizarre side effect of making you a little unhinged for one specific Slytherin.

Warning: suggestive

This is the Regulus version of Pansy’s Potion and this is brought to you thanks to this anon asking for more Regulus.

As requested I wrote a part two: Not into you

Happy readings and have a lovely day!

Lily stared at you as you anxiously scanned the room. “Can you relax for once?” She quips, raising her eyebrows and you smile, but shake your head. No, you could not relax. There was always something to stress about. “I brew something that might help.” You take the small glass Lily offers you and study it for a moment. “What is it?” Lily smirks. “Something to take the edge off.” 

It did a little more than that.

You bite your lip as you feel your whole body heat up. You were in need of someone to hold you. You had been single for too long and it all came rushing to you as soon as you drank Lily’s potion. Your eyes scan the room as you look for something delicious, something to sink your teeth into or better someone that would sink into your pussy. Your mind was running wild with things you would do once you’d found your prey.

It’s then that an annoyed Regulus comes into view. He raises his eyebrows at something a girl says and then turns away from her, leaving her a little embarrassed. A smirk tugs on your lips as you walk over to Regulus, who’s surprised when you’re suddenly standing in front of him with shiny eyes. Your arm snakes around his neck and you bite your lip. “Regulus at a party. Quelle surprise?” You tease and Regulus frowns at your playful voice and your arm around him, though the French does get to him. The two of you rarely talk and if you did there usually was an insult involved. Your hand traces along the buttons of his shirt and he can feel himself heat up under your touch. “How about we go dance?” You whisper and he raises his eyebrows. “How drunk are you?” He says and you roll your eyes at his lame response to your question. “I’m not drunk and if you don’t want to dance then I’ll find someone else.” You say and tilt your head, waiting for a response, eyes drowning deep in his. He stares at you, mind going blank and as much as you wanted him above everyone else you were not waiting for him. “Your loss, I had things in mind.” Your seductive voice has Regulus gulp. He doesn’t say anything and your hand moves away from his neck but not without slowly moving down over his chest to almost touch his belt.

Confused, his gaze follows you as you again scan the crowd, walking confidently while teasing eyes search for a new man. You find your new victim in Sirius and you went to sit down next to him. Contrary to his brother, Sirius is more than welcoming, slinging his arm around your shoulder as he casually continues his conversation. You move a little closer and your hand moves over Sirius’ leg and Regulus panics at the sight. He immediately walks over to you, but your desperation for attention has you sling a leg over Sirius before Regulus gets to you. While initially he was worried about you, now he could feel jealousy at the sight of you practically on top of his brother. Regulus grabs your wrist and pulls you off of Sirius, who was utterly confused by your actions. “Don’t look so stupid, Sirius. She’s had one too many. I’m taking her to her common room.” Sirius watches as Regulus drags you away and you immediately focus your attention back on the younger Black. 

“I knew you wouldn’t be able to resist me.” You play and Regulus swallows at your sweet voice and lips near his ear. “This is definitely more than just alcohol.” He mutters and raises his eyebrows as your eyes move to his lips. “Not happening like this.” He says before quickly turning you around, face away from him, and guides you to the exit.

***

Since there were too many people gathered at your common room Regulus was forced to take you up on your offer and move to your room. Once there Regulus can no longer deny how attracted he is to you, despite never really getting along with you. Your hand snakes to the back of his neck, while you elegantly press your perfect body against him. Regulus shoots his eyes to the ceiling, almost praying for mercy. Your lips search for him and he knows it, he tries to resist but he’s not quick enough. Your soft lips tenderly move over his and it takes every bit of self control to push you back. “You’re not yourself. Go sit down.” He breathes, relieved that there’s some distance between you two. 

You pout and sit down on your bed, looking up at him through your lashes. “Stay there.” The slytherin commands, before quickly moving to your desk. His eyes scan the books on your desk and the nearby shelves in search of something that could help him find an antidote for whatever was messing with your mind. However, you never listened to Regulus and today was not the day you were going to start listening. As soon as you notice him deeply engaged with the pages of one of your books you get up and quietly move to stand behind him. Regulus feels your hand gently move over his chest as you rest your head on his back. “Don’t you want to snuggle with me?” You sound so sweet to him and his eyes roll to the back of his head as your hand lowers. Regulus’ jaw clenches when his mind starts to wonder about far less innocent things than snuggling. 

A heavy breath leaves his chest and he tries to ignore you, focussing on the page in front of him, but you won’t give up easily. Your mind is running wild for this man and thanks to Lily’s potion nothing is holding you back. With one hand roaming his chest and playing with the buttons of his shirt, your other hand is free to slip to his thigh. Regulus gulps at your touch. This scenario came straight out of his fantasy, having your arms wrapped around him, your hands all over him. “What do you think you’re doing?” Regulus tries to sound stern, but there’s an obvious crack of nervousness in his voice. You bite your lip, pleased to hear him crumble, feeding your desire for him. “I want to play with you.” Now you own his mind and heart. In a second he turns around, his eyes piercing yours as the room fills with sexual tension. You cup his cheek. “Please master Regulus.” You urge, your voice taunting and seductive. You push yourself up to meet his lips and his hand moves to the back of your head. 

“I want this, I’ve wanted this for a while, but… not like this.” His lips brush over yours and you can almost taste him, but as he moves away you feel yourself get wobbly and slip into a sudden slumber. He catches your enchanting figure and lays you to rest on your bed. “Sorry about that love, but I can’t- I need you to be in your right mind.” He immediately turns back to study your books in search of a quick cure, before the enchantment he placed on you ebbs away.

***

Your eyes flutter open and you’re met with Regulus’ soft eyes watching you as he sat next to on the bed.. “Drink this.” Your eyes turn seductive and devilish, making Regulus sigh. “Please, drink this.” He urges and you take the drink, doing whatever the pretty boy wanted hoping that you would get your way with him after.

The cure Regulus had brewed has an immediate effect, making you sober up. You look around and put some space between you and Regulus. Your cheeks heat up and your heart starts pounding as you realise how unhinged you had been around Regulus, the guy you could barely stand, but apparently were also very attracted to. This is an absolute nightmare. Regulus is quick to notice the panic in your eyes and a smirk forms on his lips. Now that you’re back to being innocent he can go back to being a smug ass. Exactly how he liked it, he was in control again. He opened his month to no doubt say something witty, but just then Lily, Marlene, Sirius, Remus, Peter and James barge in.

“(y/n), you alright?” James yells with a voice filled with panic. “What are you doing here?” Sirius demands as his suspicious eyes land on his brother, who is quick to stand up and puff his chest. “I have been working on a cure for whatever you morons gave her. If it wasn’t for me…” He trails off as he feels himself blush at the idea of what could have happened. The slytherin coughs as he notices all eyes are on him. “Well, she is fine now.” He quickly says and moves past his brother and Remus to get to the door, before turning around once more. His eyes land on your sheepish figure and he feels his heart melt. He so badly wanted a little bit more time with just you alone to see if any of the suggestions you had made had any feelings to it, but he’s quick to regain his composure. His judgy eyes scan the room. “And whoever gave her something should refrain from potion making.. or maybe witchcraft in general.” Lily’s guilty expression makes Regulus focus on her, shaking his head in annoyance with her before stealing one last glance from you and shutting the door behind him.

“What happened?” Remus asks as he sits down on the bed. Your worried eyes move to Marlene and Lily. Your silence has James smile to himself, before coming to your rescue. “Lilss, damnit, what kind of potion did you give her, she doesn’t even remember what happened!” Your eyes quickly move to James. Leave it the mastermind of mischief to get you out of trouble with a little lie. You immediately rub your head as if you’re trying your best to remember anything, but fail to do so. You were happy that your friends were not asking questions, but your mind was still going crazy about what you were pretending not to remember, but remember very clearly. 

Why did I go after Regulus?

Do I have a thing for Regulus?

Can’t be? Right? … 

Oh Godric, I have a thing for Sirius’ brother!!!!

AAAAAAAAH!!

insecurities

remus lupin x gn!reader (i think?)

description: remus is insecure of his scars

600 words

A light knock on the door before it slowly opens pulls Remus’ attention away from the book that previously had it.

In you walk, shutting the door softly behind you before kicking off your shoes and padding over to where Remus is sitting on his bed. 

As you flop down onto your back next to him you grumble out “Remind me to never get detention with James and Sirius ever again.” 

With a soft chuckle Remus moves to set his book on his bedside table and sit back against the headboard. He opens his arms inviting you to lay with him before speaking “So, I take it you didn’t have fun?” 

“I think they should just lock people in a room with them both as detention,” You groans, rolling onto your side to rest your head on Remus’ chest and rest an arm across his stomach.

That made Remus laugh a lot harder than before which in turn made you start to laugh as well, making you both dissolve into a fit of giggles for a few minutes. 

Finally calming down, you both fall into a peaceful silence, the only sounds being both of your soft breathing, the chatter of birds as well as other students outside, and the constant ticking of the clock on James’ nightstand. 

Not giving it much thought, you slip your hand under the hem of Remus’ shirt and begin to rub your thumb gently across the skin. Remus’ body tenses at contact of your hand on one of his scars.

“Oh, I’m sorry Rem.” You say softly, and pull your hand out from his shirt and rest it on his chest near your face. He moves to sit up more, making you sit up off him and look at him.

 “No, no, I’m sorry.” He mumbles looking down at his hands in his lap until you grab his hands, stilling the way he was starting to fidget, which makes him look up at you cautiously. 

You smile softly at him before saying “What ever could you be apologizing for?” 

“Well, you know, the scars, they’re gross.” 

“Remus Lupin, no they are not” You chastise lightly. 

Untangling your hands, you move your hands to rest on his cheeks while moving the rest of your body to straddle his lap to keep him still. 

“You absolutely perfect Remus, scars and all” You state firmly whilst running your thumb across one of the scars near his eye. 

“All of your scars show me how strong you are Rem, to be able to handle what you have to through every month” 

His scars on his face shine through brighter in contrast to his now red cheeks. 

“Okay?” You question him gently. 

“Okay.” 

“Good,” You smile before leaning in and pressing a kiss on the tip of his nose, then his left cheek, then the right, his forehead, chin, the bridge of his nose, and finally his lips. 

Pulling away from his lips which have now formed to a small smile, you grin and lean in to peck his lips again. 

“My pretty boy” You mumbles against his lips, that immediately forms a sheepish smile and he moves to tuck his face into the crook of your neck to hide his flustered state. 

You giggle quietly and move a hand up onto the back of his head to play with his hair as you both sit there in peaceful silence for a while until James and Sirius get out of detention as well and come barging in, loudly discussing some prank they want to pull on Snape. 

“Moony, help, how do we do this?” Sirius pleads, turning to look at the embracing couple. 

Remus removes his face from your neck after pressing a small kiss to it to look at his doormates and join in on their conversation, all while not removing his arms from around your body still holding you close for the remainder of time they all spend talking that night.