Regulus I Hate Everyone Black That Has The Softest Spot For 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.

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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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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."

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.

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.

poolside- t.chalamet

masterlist

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.