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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

“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 

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red lipstick*

(muggle!regulus black x fem!plus size!reader) (can be read as any skin color)

summary: regulus really loves readers red lipstick.

warnings: established relationship. mommy kink. smut. smut. and smut. sub boy reggie, nothing too crazy with that. they are very much in love throuh the whole thing. regulus is obessed with her. it's kind of shit.

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she tried something different this evening for the charity event that regulus is dragging her too. She put on a red lipstick instead of her usual lipgloss, she makes it outlines her lips.

regulus came around the corner towards her, "my love, we need to leave so-" his eyes stop when he gets to the red on her lips, and the red goes up this cheeks.

she raises an eyebrow, "what?" she questions as her own self-consciousness starts up her spine.

"that color looks so good on you." he says hsi eyes finally moving from her lips to her eyes.

and a sense of relif goes up her spine, "had me worry for a second-"

"everything looks good on you, pretty woman." he winks, and she wraps an arm around him.

"thank you," she says straightening his tie, "you look very pretty, baby." the red is deep on his cheeks now. he mummers a thank you, and she grins, putting her hand on his chin and his eyes flash to hers.

"what's wrong?" she asks tilting her head and he shakes his head.

"you just look so pretty, you're lips look so kissable." she grins, reaching up pressing a soft kiss to his cheek, leaving a subtle red mark on his cheeks.

"mommy-" he mumbles, "this is for work- i can't show up-" she cuts him off.

"I know, love." she says wiping the lipstick mark on his cheek off quickly, "that's why you're going to my perfect boy this evening, right? then i'll give you all the kisses you wanted."

"with the lipstick?" he asks, and she nods

"with the lipstick." she squeezes his hands, "let's go, can't be late." she says taking his hand and they walk to the front door and to the car waiting to take them.

the rest of the night, regulus couldn't keep his hands to himself, his arm always wrapped around her waist, his hand in hers, his head on her shoulder. they didn't say too long only there for twos hours before saying their goodbyes.

"was i good?" he asks softly in the car, he looks up at her from her shoulder with those pretty greens eyes.

"yes, love. you were perfect." she says kissing his hair and that's when he moves closer to her, "five more mintues, you can do it." a pout is shown on his face and she shakes her head. "you were so perfect all night do you want to ruin on the way home?"

he rapildy shakes his head, "no, no want to be your pefect boy." she grins at him, leaning her head on top of his.

she kept her hand high on his thigh, softly caressing his leg. they pull up to the house, they both thank the driver. Regulus arm is wrapped around her waist, not leaving even for a second as soon as they hit the door.

"kiss me, kiss me please?" he whines softly, and she giggles, "don't laugha at me, please. ya look so pretty with those red lips." she leans up wrapping her arms around his neck kissing him, smearing the red lipstick in his lips.

regulus took this oppurinty to wrap his arms tightly around her hips, "pretty," he says and when they pull away, she giggles again, and frowns, "what's so funny?"

"ya got red lipstick all over ya." she grins. he goes over to the mirror in the hallway to see red stain on his lips.

"hmm, look almost as pretty as you mommy." he says, and she grins at him, kissing him again, their tounges moving together. she sucks softly on his tounge, and he let's out a loud moan in her mouth.

they both pull away and go to their room, regulus sits on the bed and starts to take off his shoes and suit jacket.

"i like how my lipstick looks on ya." y/n says tracing his red stains, and he looks up at her, and she grins, "I have an idea." she says, "lay down for me, baby?"

"course, mommy." he say, doing as he asks laying ont he bed, she reapplies her red lipstick.

"gonna leave mark all over you." she grins down at him, she straddles his hips, she unbuttons his shirt and pulls it off his shoulders, "is that okay with you, perfect boy?" she says leaning over their lips a few inches from each other.

"yes, please. i want to be covered with you pretty lips." she grins.

She starts to leave the red lip stains on his jaw, licking and sucking as she works her way down his neck, delicatly kissing to leave the perfect marks on her blank canvas.

he moans at the feeling and she can feel his cock grow harder against her in his suit pants, she rolls her hips as she straddle his lap, and he whimpers.

"please, mommy. no." he shakes his head, "feels too good. been needy all night." she raises an eyebrow.

"ya want me to stop rollin my hips?" she questions tilting her head up to look at him.

"if ya keep that up, i'll cum in my pants and i want your pussy." she smiles at him kissing his lips again.

"you're my perfect boy ya know that?" she says reaching up pressing a soft kiss to his forehead, leaving the perfect mark.

"ya running out, mommy, let me help?" he asks, grabbing the tube, and holding her face, he sits up and apples to her lines of her lips. This moment alone, the intamicy of it made her soak her panties, her perfect boy, her needy boy just being so thoughtful, so kind.

"I love you my pretty boy," she says her hands cupping his face and he grins, his face blushes.

"I love you, mommy." she grins kissing his lips, her hands tangle into his curls and his hand wrap around her hips when they pull away, his eyes look at him, they wre filled with desire, lust, love, "please, keep markin me. want to be all yours, covered in your lip marks."

she could have moaned at the pretty words comin out of his mouth but instead she laid him donw again and got to work kising his chest, his shoulders up and down his arms, his palms, every single one of hs fingers.

she kissed each one of his nipples and went down to kiss in between his pecks, moving down to his stomach to his happy trail, the red lipstick getting mushed into the dark hair but she kept moving till she got to the suit pants.

she kisses along his pants, "take em off." he whines, "please, take em off. mommy, please."

"you're so good, usin your manners for me." she buttons his pants and pulls his underwear and his suit pants down in one swift motion, his cock springs up out of his pants.

the tip a mean red color almost the shade of her lipstick, and she goes back to her artwork, she kisses his hips, his delicatly looking hips, along his thighs, moving into the the inner thighs, she kisses around his cock, before smoothing leaving small open mouth kisses on his cock leaving red stains on it.

she grins as she sits up, looking at the red lipstick everywhere on him, "my masterpiece." she says, "my beautiful masterpiece." he looks up at yours.

"yours," he says, "i am all yours." he whines his hips buck he's in need of her touch, of her kisses.

"look's so good with my lip stains on ya," he nods looking up at her.

"such pretty lips," he says his hand reaching up touching his lips and she grins going down to kiss him.

"mommy, please." she whispers between kisses, "I need you." she nods.

"anything for my masterpiece." she winks at him, she moves to straddle him agian, she lines up his cock with her entrance and she sank down on it and he sat up.

"mommy-please-please, can i suck on your pretty titties please." he pleads looking up at her, "can i leave my own mark on ya?" he asks.

"wha- ya want my lipstick on?"

"yes, please. want to make you my masterpiece, please, mommy?" she softly rolls her hips as she reaches over to grab the lipstick applying it to his lips now.

As her hips start to grind slowly over his, his lips got work making his own lip marks on her neck, her shoulders, down her tits, he sucks harshly on her nipples, nibbling at them before going back to her shoulders.

he went down her arms and she moans as he sucks hickies on her chest and shoulders, "reggie-" she moans his name and he smiles.

"am i makin mommy feel good?"

"yes, my perfect boy. ya always make feel so good." she says, her hands curl into his, and his large hands move to her hips moving them to move faster.

"hey, now-" she looks at him and he frowns, moving his hands, "gotta ask permssion, my boy."

"please, can i move your hips? can i help my pretty mommy?" he asks and she nods, that's when he moves her hips with her hands, harshly over his cock and he moans.

"your pussy is-is heaven." he says, "can't imagine- a better place to be than right here inside." he says and she moves down to kiss him, his finger went down in between them and starts to circle her clit.

"Jesus- such flithy words for such a pretty boy." she says looking at him.

"covered in your fucking lipstick, inside you, my pretty pretty mommy." he looks at her, they kiss again, they moan as they kiss their teeth clashing together, their foreheads move together as their bodies grinds, twist, and move together.

"this pussy is yours, my perfect boy." she says, "these lips are yours, my hips, my body, I am yours." she squeaks softly at the feeling of pressure building inside of her.

"i am yours, want to wear this lipstick around and show everyone who i belong to. who's my pretty mommy."

"reggie, my love, i am close, so fucking close." she says, moaning, he pinches her clit and then moves to twirl his finger around her and his mouth goes to suck on her tit again, her hips spead up and he whines and moans into her.

"can i cum? jesus, my mommy, please please, pretty mommy. need to cum."

"we can cum together, yeah?" she says, after a seconds she nods, "let it go, baby. fill me up with that pretty sperm."

his sperm fills inside of ehr and she moans heavily, her body tightens around him and her pussy clenches around his cock and the both moan and groan together as she cums.

"good fuckin job," she says, "ya cock was made for my pussy." she kisses him again and he smiles.

"we were made for each other," they both grin at each other,

"we got to shower to get that sticky lipstick off you or it's going to dry." she smiles.

"no, no, not right now. want to be inside you for a mintue, want to be with you. want to be marked by you, for a few extra mitnues." he grins.

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Wanting You || conrad fisher x fem!reader

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summary: you get a call and it happens to be your drunk boyfriend just wanting your love and attention

pairing: conrad fisher x reader

warnings: stressed conrad and mostly just fluff

wc: 800 (i think)

put some drunk conrad in to help with the storyline!! not majority edited just wanted to get this out

It was supposed to be a boy's night. To drink and talk about sports or just hang out in general. But here conrad was, looking at your pictures on his phone showing the guys around him. Even if they were at a party where there were over 100 people, you were still the first thing on his mind.

“she’s just so pretty guys,” he told steven and jeremiah who were sipping on beers

“oh we know, for how much you talk about her.” jere muttered over his drink

“man, as much as i love how you’re in love with my sister, but please spare all details.” steven rolled his eyes

“she’s just so sweet, she’s helped me with so much. like that one time she snuck me into your house because i missed her and my roommate was having sex,” he admitted

“oh god! you snuck into our house. if laurel ever hears this you’re dead meat.” steven leaned forward

“relax steve, i’ll have you know your mom likes me too much.” conrad took a sip of his beer when he should have stopped drinking for a while now “i miss her.”

“he’s so whipped.” jere laughed watching his brother be lovesick for you

“do you think she will answer if i call her?” his eyes lit up

“she’s probably sleeping.” steven looked over his shoulder to the crowd of people spotting taylor dancing with some of the volleyball girls

“just make your move already.” jeremiah pointed out

“you know belly would absolutely murder me if i touched her best friend.” steven sighed and looked away

“hey! look at me man.” conrad put a hand on his shoulder “you haven’t murdered me yet.” he smiled

“that’s because i’m building up to it.” conrad shook his head

“i’m gonna call her, i miss her.”

“dude-“ it was too late he already clicked your contact.

Meanwhile, you were on your bed watching netflix and having a self-care night. With conrad with the guys, you felt like he needed to get out of the apartment they all shared because all they did was play video games and sleep. Your phone rang on the comforter causing you to jump not expecting any calls. You turned the phone seeing conrad’s name on the screen.

“hey.” you paused your show leaning back on the pillows

“hi baby.” he slurred. this wasn’t the first time occurrence he’s called you drunk, you soon found out he was clingy and wanted your attention when drunk

“hey you, how’s the boy's night?” he sighed on the other side of the phone

“it’s good, it’s good. i wanted to call and say i miss you, like a lot.”

“you just saw me yesterday dummy.” you laughed into the phone

“i just really love you.” your heart fluttered as he said the words, you don’t usually say it because it meant a lot to the both of you with what happened to your parents

“can you do me a favor baby?” he hummed on the other side “can i talk to my brother really quick?”

“yeah! here, steven she wants to talk to you.” you heard him hand the phone over

“hey sis.”

“hey can i come get him? i think he’s had enough and i know he’s gonna want me to come get him soon enough.”

“oh yeah please,”

“thank you for taking him out tonight, i know he’s stressed with everything with adam and everything.”

“no yeah i understand, see you soon.” the phone was pulled away from him and back in the hands of your boyfriend

“hey lover.” he chuckled “i’m gonna a come get you okay?”

“yeah, thats sounds good.” you knew after a while he would start overthinking and then the stress would come back

“just stay with the guys and no more drinking, okay?”

“okay, see you soon baby.” you both hung up and you got out of bed

The drive over to the house was over 20 minutes. But you didn’t mind you wanted to see conrad. There has been a lot of stuff going on recently with his dad. you knew their relationship wasn’t the greatest and it really got to him sometimes.

You parked the car in search of your boyfriend. Steven texted you saying they were in the backyard in some chairs, and you saw the back of your boyfriend's head as he talked to the boys in front of him. You wrapped your arms over his shoulder and leaned your head down on his shoulder.

“i have a girlfriend!” his head snapped and he relaxed seeing it was you “oh. sorry.”

“that’s okay, you ready to go?” he nodded “you boys have a ride back?” you looked towards jere and steven

“yeah, taylor said she would take us.” you smiled at steven “when are you gonna ask her out?” conrad moved his arms to rub against yours that were draped over him

“chill, i just don’t wanna upset belly.”

“for fucks sake i’m dating your best friend and you didn’t beat me up.”

“told you.” conrad muttered

“this is different.” he sighed rubbing his face

“it’s not really.” conrad moved to lay his head on your arm giving you the signal it was time to go “just do something at least, con and i are gonna head out.” you pulled your hands away and the man stood from his seat “ready.” he nodded taking your hand in his “be safe tonight, call me if you need anything.”

As you drove home, conrad kept a hand on your thigh but he didn’t say anything and you knew the quietness and depression were slowly coming back from the side effects of his drinking. The whole ride was quiet up until you made it into your room closing the door facing him.

“come here con.” he walked towards you slowly and dipped his head into to crook of your neck and wrapped his arms around you “let’s sleep okay?” he nodded but didn’t let go “con?”

“hm?”

“let’s lay down handsome.” he stepped away from you and you helped him take off his shirt as he slipped out of his jeans left in his boxers and slid into bed “ill be right back, going to get you water.”

“okay.” he softly spoke into the pillow he was laying on

Walking downstairs your mom was also grabbing a midnight snack. She knew he would come over and she also knew he was going through a lot in your 2 years together.

“how is he?” she leaned against the counter as you opened the fridge to grab a water bottle

“it’s a lot, he won’t really talk to me about some of it and i understand.”

“you’re a great girlfriend for him. susannah always loved the thought of you two together.” she grabbed your hand and squeezed it “speaking of conrad.” she nodded behind you, turning around you saw your boyfriend standing at the end of the stairs

“hey, what’s wrong?” you walked towards him

“you left me for a long time.” he rubbed his eyes and you smiled

“come on you big baby, good night mom.”

“night laurel.” conrad muttered

“night kids.” you could hear the humor in her voice

Back up in your room you were both now in bed with the light of the tv shining on the both of you. Conrad’s eyes drifted but he just stared at you.

“can i cuddle you?” he asked softly

“you don’t need to ask.” he moved closer to you hugging you to him, his head on your shoulder and you moved your hand to run though his hair “con?”

“yeah?” you moved to look at him and leaned down to kiss him for the first time that night

“i love you.” he smiled genuinely the first time since you saw him

“i love you.” he closed his eyes and kissed your neck

Soon enough his soft snoring filled the room as you continued to watch your show until you followed him into the dream state.

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catching james potter sniffing your panties

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dress

draco malfoy x slytherin!reader (can be read as any size or skin color)

Summary: you are wearing a short dress, and nobody can take their eyes off you, which makes your boyfriend, Draco Malfoy, really jealous.

Warnings: smut. innocent! reader. possessive draco. daddy kink. dom!draco. jealous draco. they kind of start doing stuff in public that is very short-lived. thigh riding.

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Slytherin's common room is bussing with music from the party; they celebrate the win against Gryffindor. Draco Malfoy had caught the golden snitch, and his girlfriend, Y/n, could not have been more proud of him.

"You have to wear this, Y/n/n," Pansy says, pulling out a dress.

It's short, a purple color, and it perfectly covered her curves. She was showing off her cleavage, and her ass looked incredible.

"Are you sure? It's a bit short?" She says, trying it put down.

"Trust me, Draco will go feral."

"Like a cat?"

"Just trust me, would ya?" Pansy smirks and zips up the dress for her.

Draco's already downstairs with his friend, he was chugging down a drink with Blaise and Theo with everyone else dancing around them.

"Whoa," Blaise says, his eyes set on the stairs, "Draco, look." She says pointing at Y/n who is looking around the room.

"Bloody hell," Theo whispers, looking her up and down, and Draco's eyes are wide as he stares at her in the dress.

Draco thought she looked beautiful, she is beautiful but as he looks beside him as his best mates were gawking at his girlfriend, he felt a very familar feeling creeping up his back.

"Love!" Y/n shouts going over to Draco; she wraps her arms around his neck as she does, and the dress hikes up, showing off the red lacy thong she had on, "You did so good at your game." She giggles.

"Thank ya, darling." He says, looking her up and down.

"Do ya like it?" She says, doing a twirl.

"You always look beautiful," He assures her; he moves his hands to pull the skirt down a little.

"I want to dance," She says, going to the dance floor with Pansy.

Pansy smiles and the two girls start dancing together, soon a pair of boys were dancing with them. Y/n thought nothing of it, thinking they were just being friendly. She danced with the boy who was named Marty, they were just innocently dancing until she felt his hands on her hips, moving them.

"Whoa," She says, moving away from him.

"What you've got a boyfriend?"

"As a matter of fact, she does." Draco says coming out of no where, it arm going around his girlfriend waist, protectively.

"Oh, sorry-"

"Just fuck off." Draco says, turning around facing his girlfriend. He had a stern look on his face, "Are you trying to get my attention?"

"I was just dancing when-"

"Trying to get me jealous? Wearing a short dress where I can see your ass, trying to get every guy in here hard?"

"What?" Y/n looks up at Draco, confusion in her eyes, "I didn't mean to do any of that." Her voice starts to whine, and her eyes look to the side, Draco put his fingers under her chin.

"Baby, no whining. You've got all my attention now." Draco says, leading her to the loveseat and they sit together.

"Daddy, am I in trouble?" She asks, she straddles him as she sits.

"Not if you do as I say." Y/n feels a shiver go down her spin as Draco's fingers played with the edge of her skirt.

"I'll do anything, Drac. I want to be your good girl." She leans forward and whispers into his ear.

"Everyone thinks you're so innocent," Draco says, he moves to where her crotch was connecting to his thigh, "I'm the only one knows how much of a dirty slut you are."

"Only for you," She says, Draco's hands start to slightly move her hips.

"Then be a good dirty slut, and cum on my thigh-"

"Daddy there are peo-"

"Call it your punishment then for wearing such a little skirt."

"You make feel good-" She whimpers

"Nobody else can make you feel this way-" The touch feeling of his pants and soft fabric of her silk panties made a certain feeling go up her spine.

A moan comes from her mouth, "Quite, those noises are for my ears only." He says looking at her with those pale blue eyes and she nods.

She moves her hips along with the slow rythem he was putting her in, and she could feel the delsious feeling of an orgam bubbling inside of her.

"I'm going to cum," She whispers, and Draco moves his thigh, and moves thigh up and down, "Oh, Merlin." She whispers and Draco heart the familiar high pitched noise but this time Y/n had closed her mouth leaving it muffled but he wanted to hear that sound over again, he wanted to hear it, he wanted everyone to hear it and for everyone to know it was him who made her make that noise.

"Fuck, you're going to be the death of me. Let's get you into bed, baby."

"Please.' She says, as they go up the stairs ot the dorm, Draco stops her and pushes her againest the wall.

"You're going to be a good slave, tonight, right? Cum as many times as I want you too, maybe. then you'll remember that I own you, right?"

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should I finish this?

#dracomalfoy #draco lucius malfoy #harry potter #draco malfoy smut #draco malfoy x reader #draco malfoy x plus size reader #draco malfoy x you #lightening era

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date*

pandora lovegood x roommate! reader 

summary: y/n and Pandora were roommates. y/n had always had a secret crush on the blonde. 

got this from yet another pornhub video

warnings: grinding, pussylicking, scissoring, facesitting, 69ing, just basically lesbain things. 

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Pandora was looking at herself in the mirror, she had a red dress on with the v-neck low.

“Y/n?” She calls me, I walk in her bedroom only wearing a very low-cut top and boxers. 

“Yeah?” I ask

“As a friend, I need your option on something. I’m supposed to be going on this date tonight with this new guy and I can’t decide what to wear.” 

“Okay, where is the date at?” 

“A fancy restaurant.” Pandora smiles and I could feel her heart swell. It always had be the straight girls for me doesn’t it? 

“I have this dress.” She does a small spin, I walk into the room and sit on the bed, “But I also have this dress.”  Pandora lifts up a deep blue dress. 

“Show it to me,” I smile, and Pandora blushes as pulls the dress over head, and she is standing there in a blush pink thong and a lacy white bra. 

I honestly think Pandora was the most beautiful creature she had ever seen. 

“Y/n, you’re staring.” 

“Oh, fuck, sorry.” I cover my face. 

“No, it’s okay.” Pandora giggles, reaching down moving my hands from my face. my eyes looking into her deep ones.

“It’s kind of flattering,” Pandora says. 

“Dora, I think you’re probably the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” I admit standing up. 

“Really?” She asks me and i mod avoiding her eyes. 

“Anyway, I got to go, ya know-” I starts to turn away but Pandora grabs my  arm and pulls me towards her. Pandora’s eyes searching in mine, my hand goes to her face and I close my eyes leaning forward and our lips touching so gently. 

“Y/n-” She says after a short kiss. 

“I know, I know.” I say, “I’m sorry-” 

“No, no. It’s not that, I just-” She moves the hair from my face, pushing it behind my ear, “I’ve never felt this way about a women before but,” She looks into my eyes and moves in closer, her hand gripping onto my hip and she turns her head to kiss me. 

I pull her hair behind her ear, her hand moves behind me, and the other one comes to my face.  

We move away, our foreheads going together, “I’ve liked you for about a year,” I giggled. 

“Really?” She asks moving away. 

‘Yes,” Dora moves my hands to her hips now and moves in closer. I wrap my arms around her and she kisses me, her tongue swiping on my lower lip and I open my mouth. 

“Me too,” Dora says before moving her mouth closer to mine again, and I open my mouth for her tongue again.

Our tongues moving together, my hand goes down to her butt and grip it ever so lightly which caused her to moan in my mouth, “Music to my ears.” I say to her and she giggles. 

“Come here,” Pandora says, cupping my face and kissing my lips, “I want you to fuck me,” Pandora whispers. 

“Are you sure?” I ask. 

“Shut up and kiss me.” She says, and I move us to the bed, she’s laying on top of the red dress she had just modeled for me. This felt like a dream truely, I could feel the warmth of her body heat all over me. 

My hands went to the back of her bra, trying to get off her but I soon realize that it was bralattee it would have to go over her head, “Tear it off me, who cares. It was 20 bucks from walmart.” I look at her with an eyebrow raised, but I just shrug going to the straps and pulling them moving the fabric off her body and throwing the ruined the piece of fabric out of the way. Her pale hardened nipples connecting with thin t-shirt covered mine and I wanted my mouth on them, it was a drooling thought. 

I moved away from the open mouth and toung filled kisses which she frowned at me, but I licked in the middle of her chest and then along her boob till I got to her nipple, taking it into my mouth and sucking on it. 

I swirled the warm bud in my mouth, and taking the other in my fingers twisting it, I sucked harshly the one in my mouth, and I earned a moan. 

“My nipples are so senstive,” She moaned at me. 

“They are so beautiful, you are so fucking-” I said before shoving my mouth on the other tit, I couldn’t get enough of her, couldn’t get enough of the way her skin melted into my mouth, the way she was giggling and moaning into me, her hands in the roots of my hair, and the way I could see the excitment turning into a patch in her panties. 

All of it was so intoxcating, I was addicted and I needed to get this fix started, I wanted deserpabtly to just lick her pussy, to taste what she was like, I bets it’s going to be the sweetest thing I ever did try, but I couldn’t yet, had to get warmed up first. 

I kept going on her tits until she yanked on my face pulling me into a kiss, swirling our tounges around, my legs on either side of her hips, I held her down practically, her hands were on my jean covered ass, she tried to grip but she frowned. 

“Why are you covered up, it’s not fair.” She frowned and I laughed getting up, quickly unbuttoning my jeans and throwing my shirt somewhere else in the room, Pandora sat up and started to hook my bra for me. 

“You’re beautiful,” She says looking up into my eyes for a mintue I saw stars floating over her head, but I just move in, moving the blond hair from her face and kissing her again, startign the passinoate make out session from early, this time, her hand actualy gripp my ass. 

They were like silk running down me, “Can I lick your nipples?” she asked not looking me in the eyes but I lifted her chin. 

“Yes,” was all the words I said and she looked at me almost scared as she went in. 

“You can’t do it wrong, love.” I say, and wrapped her mouth around it and sucking at it like I did to her, and I moaned for her, letting her know it was good, and then bite just a small amount, and I really moaned for her. 

“Fuck, Dora.” I say and she laughed she her hand that wasn’t playing with my thong was now twisting my nipple, and she sucked harder and more. 

“that’s it,” I said, “good job,” I say as she leans back looking up at me, and I moved her down again, siting on top of her, and that’s when I worked downwards, I kissed her lips and worked down to her nipples agian pressing small amount of kisses to it, and spitting on the nipples as I went down, opening my mouth fully and sucking on the nipples of them as I brought them together. 

“God,” Pandora says, and I went down more licking and then going in between her legs. 

I move my hand to the front part of the panties moving them down a little and looking down at her, “Can I play with this?” I ask her, I could see the wetness all over her panties, I could pratically see the second heatbeat she had going. 

“touch me there, please.” She pleads nodding, and I smirked, through her underwear I found her clit and pinched it with the my thumb, “God fucking-” She says loudly, her legs starting to quiver againest mine, and I smile. 

I run my hand over her pussy, and I spread her legs apart more, only to go back to pinching her clit, the stain in her panties is getting bigger. 

“Be nice to me, please?” She begs and I start to move my thumb, playing with her clit through her underwear agian, this time moving it in a circlar motion which makes her moan. 

I sighed needing to taste her, needing to feel her pussy tighten around my fingers. I yank her tong down harshly and threw them somewhere else in the room. 

I go down, and look up at her and she nods at me, and I put my toung to her pussy, licking it, and then moving to suck on it, which earns moans of my name from her and now I could feel the wetness growing in my panties. 

“You look so gorgoes from down there,” Pandora moans at me and winks and I smile. 

“You taste as good as you look, doll.” I saw, dipping my tounge inside of her, and tasting her for the first time, I was hooked. I was a fish being dragged from the ocean but I think I like my new home. 

I could stay here in between her legs, sucking on her vagaina, making her cum again and agian for the rest of my day. Living on her cum, living on her, and I keep going, eventually adding fingers in, and spitting on her clit, feeling the strech of her pussy, watching her unfold, hearing the moans I was caushing was enough to make me nearly finish. 

“Aw, fuck, Y/n that’s it. I love it, I love it, I love your fucking tounge, your fingers, please make me cum.” 

“Cum for me. Please, I want to taste your cum baby.” I say to her, putting my face back inside of pussy licking her walls, and that’s when it happened, she came, with a moan and a small squich of my name, she unfolded letting it all come to me. 

She sat up grabbing me towards her, “Thank you,” She says to me wrappign me in kiss, her legs throwen around hips dragging me down, my clit dragged againest her vagina and I moan softly as we kiss. 

She can taste herself on me, but shse kept kissing me, “I taste good,” She whispers. 

“Yes, you do.” She says, “Let me suck them tits, please.” I move upwards some more letting my tits dangle over her face, and sucks the buds and slaps my ass with her hand. 

“Is that too much?” 

“Do whatever you want me with me baby. I am yours.” I said. and that’s when she took my nipples her mouth, biting gently on them sucking on them, her hand connecting with my ass jolting me upwards, my clit moving againest the fabric of my thong still and moving against the heat of her vagina, I could my orgasm moving aorund in my stomach, hearing her pretty moans still from below, feeling her still shaking from the one she just had. 

She looked at me with those pretty eyes, as she sucked me some more, her finger holding my tits up now, just opening her mouth, ot lick them, and I move the all over her open mouth. 

“I love your fucking tits.” She says, and that’s when I start to grin my pussy on hers, that’s when the tension became to much. 

“It feels too good, I’m going to cum.” I say, moving againes ther pussy, grinding on her, moving to where she would feel the fabric, so she could feel the way I was. 

“Fucking damn, grind harder.” I did, i move my hips harsher againest hers and I could feel the orgasm coming soon but first she moves her hands down. 

“I want tot taste you.” She says, “i want to eat your pussy.” 

“don’t have to tell me twice.” I say moving to lay down for her to have easier access to my pusy, I take off my panties, and spread my legs for her, and she did the same thing I did, she laid between them but she looked unsure. 

“It’s okay, if you-” 

“I do want too,” She insited and she put her index finger in my hole, her thumb going to my clit and the feeling of the orgasm was still there I was grasping it in my hands. 

She then put her mouth on my clit like I did to hers, she swirled with her tounge like you and then sucked harshly and that made me moan, harshly and loud, and then her fingers started to move in and out, she moved them quickly using her tounge inside the hole, she slurrped, I heard her, and lapped it up, I could see my juices on her chin as she went back to my clit, and putting her fingrs back inside of my pussy. 

“Suck a pretty pussy.” She tells me and I smile with a shrug. 

“are you close?” She asks and I nodd. 

“Just keep going baby you’re doing really good.” I saw and she did as I said, she sucked again on my clit and moved her fingers adding a third one, and the stretch felt good, and I was on the break, my fingertips grased her hair, loving moving it, and I moanded, feeling my pussying clench around her fingers and came feeling it, the delsious feeling that Pandora came from and now she moved up, laying on my body kissing me, letting me taste myself. I didn’t taste as good as she did. 

We kissed again, her tounge invading my mouth and mine doing the same to hers. her body rubbing againtest mine, her pussy againest mine, I moaned. 

“God, fuck.” I say, rolling my hips towards her as she moved againest mine again. 

“Want to go again?” She asked with a smile, and I nodd. 

“Baby, I could live between your legs.” I saw, and she didn’t move, she stayed there, moving her hips with mine, my hands went to her ass squeezing her cheeks, as we grinded togehter, my hands to her hips moving them in a better motion. 

“Oh my god, fuck.” Panodra says. “you feel so good aganest my body.” I slapped her ass again, moing her closing to me, gripping her, we kiss again, our lips together as our pussies moving together. 

“Here,” I say, moving her body, and I moved off the pilliows putting two on either side of me. 

“Sit on me face.” 

“No, I could-” 

“Sit on my face, please.” 

“But I want you to cum too.” She says. 

“Okay turn ass to me, and she did as I said, now you can fuck me while I lick yours.” 

“Perfect,” She says, and she leans over, giving me the pefect view of her ass and pussy, I moved my head to lick from asshole to clit, I started to suck, kiss, pinch, rubb, and anything else to her while she put pressure on my clit, and started to suck me dry. 

The orgasm came quickly this time but not without some work, I slipped my fingers inside of her, moving them slowly for her, and she did the same to. me. We both go slow to tease the other. 

“I’m not cumming first.” 

“I bet you will.” I say, moving my fingers quickly now putitng my mouth back on her clit sucking harshly and licking all around her thighs. 

“Y/n, that’s right there. Please, don’t stop.” She says in between suckign my own and I start to moan her name as wel. 

We cum together at the end and Pandora moves quickly to me kissing me agian. 

“You better cancel that fucking date.” 

#pandora lovegood #pandora lovegood x reader #marauders #lesbian

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mike schmidt has a thing for filming. GN! reader smut 17+

he’s obsessed with you, sometimes spending time in silence admiring you because he can’t really believe that you’re his. he’s a bit of a loser (affectionate) and an outcast (self afflicted), so he thinks you’re out of his lead. which is why he likes to document your time together as much as he can.

he has a couple of old cameras, just a little under a decade older. they work perfectly fine though, and he always has to take a picture of you with his polaroid or film you for just a few seconds whenever you’re together.

most of the documented content is innocent. you dancing around the kitchen while you help prepare dinner for the three of you (abby is singing in the back of that one). you standing in front of the mirror fixing the final touches on your dallas cowboy cheerleader costume with an infectious grin on your face. you mumbling in your sleep while your head rests on mikes chest.

but a solid amount of the content is mature, hidden away on discs and polaroids and cassettes in a closed box tucked away in a messy corner of his closet.

this content is audio recordings of you begging for mike, your voice high and breathy. he remembers that night, your hands in his hair that was slightly too long at that point. he was between your legs, his mouth just inches away from where you were trying to get him. it felt good for him to have the upper hand in that moment, a cocky smile on his face as he started to bask in the newfound power. it was one of the first times he realized how much he affected you, and he instantly wanted to record it. what the two of you ended up producing was fifteen minutes of you pleading and moaning and borderline sobbing as mike got you off with his tongue.

there’s a few discs, labeled with the date in either of your handwriting (mikes borderline scrawl and your neater script), housing content of mike fucking you slow, thrusts long and deep. he’s usually the one holding the camera, lenses at you as you’re on your knees with pretty doe eyes or above him bouncing and grinding with your eyes pinched closed. there’s some times, though, when you take the camera from him, met with nearly no resistance because these are the hours where he’s limp to your delicious torture. when he’s so wound up that just the first few licks from you has his grip loosening around the object, allowing you turn the lens on him, capturing his rosy cheeks and curly hair sticking to his forehead and his brown eyes watching your every move.

then there’s the polaroids, the only evidence that frequently makes voyages outside of the old shoe box whenever you’re apart. he has pictures of you with your hands over your face, but a smile clear beneath your palms. these were the ones taken first, before you’d gotten into the videos and cassettes. you were shy then, only giving the camera glimpses of your new lingerie set, which was usually the incentive for mike pulling the camera out in the first place. there’s pictures from when you’d gotten more confident, there’s photos of you post-sex, a loopy lopsided smile on your face, arms thrown over the parts that mattered but you were bare otherwise.

then there’s the ones that are completely debauched. the ones he hesitates to take out in fear that he’ll leave them lying around somewhere. his favorite of the small bunch is of you sitting on his bed, legs spread and bent at the knee, palms pressed into the mattress behind you. your pose itself is almost innocent, a grin on your face as you stare at the camera. you’re clothed too, for the most part, wearing underwear that covers what needs to be covered. but it’s the white spurts that paint your skin that makes this particular picture so raunchy. along your chest, in the center of your underwear, and — his favorite spot — all over your pretty little face, breaching into the baby hairs around your face.

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dirty secret

ghostface!regulus black x reader

muggle!au and they are adults with jobs but let's pretend they are on holiday or something.

warnings: smut. sex. I will update it as I go down. dom! regulus and sub! reader. pre-existing consent, dirty talk on the phone, stalking, 'breaking in', knife play (it's fake), degradation and praise, a lil ass play, some spanking, over-stimulation, face-fucking, hair-yanking, reading links his body, face-sitting, and I think man-handling? squiriting.

(just as a pre-thing so I can get right into it, Regulus and the reader talked about her obsession and kink about being stalked and hunted by the killer, Ghostface; he is surprised but is willing to try anything. He refers to the reader as 'boyfriend', it's regulus, but idk thought it was hot.)

This might be the worst or best thing I've ever written.

4.1k words

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The summer nights slowly turned into autumn breeze. I always liked having the door open, and the screen door closed when the autumn weather started in London. 

It's a cloudy evening, but it still felt good enough to have the door open, I sat in my living room sipping on a cup of tea in my loungewear. 

When the phone rang, I picked up the white home phone and held up to my ear. 

"Black Residents," I say into the phone. 

"Who is this?" A dark voice said over the phone, I don't recognize.

"Uh, who are you? You're the one who called me." I say into the phone, "No one there?" I say into the phone slamming onto the stand for it and not even a full minute later, it rings again. 

"Hello?" I say again into the phone and I heard deep breathing. 

"Guess I dialed the wrong number," The voice says with a breathy chuckle.

"So, why did you do it again," I say. 

"To apologize of course," 

"Well, you're forgiven." I say to the disembodied voice, I go to hang up again, but I hear a sharp, "Wait!" 

"Yes?" 

"I want to talk to you," Says the deep voice; I could feel a shiver of interest go down my spine, "Don't you wanna talk to me?" 

"I don't know who you are?" 

"Is this too scary for you, talking to a stranger?" The stranger asks. 

"I'm not scared," I say. 

"I'd really like to get to know you." He says to me, but there is change in his voice, "When do you think your boufriend will be back." 

"Who says I have a boyfriend?' 

"Well, I've been watching your house for at least a day and a half and he hasn't been back." 

"W-what?" I felt my chest heaving.

"Don't be scared, pretty thing." I could feel fear and pleasure both making themselves down my body, "I don't want to harm you, just want to talk, you look out breath, princess. How about you take a few deep brea-"

But out of instinct, I slam the phone down and get up to close the front door and lock it. 

The ringing started again, it felt louder this time more ominous. It filled the whole house, I walk over to the phone. 

"You listen to me, you slut; if you hang up this phone again, I will cut you come clit to brain" He groans into the phone, and I sit down on the coach, "Are you scared, now?" 

"M-maybe?" 

"I can see you shaking, sweetheart. Don't worry; I want to play a little game with you. Do you like games?" 

I swaollowed the lump in my throat, "Yes," 

"Yes, what?" 

"Yes, sir." I squicked out

"Good girl," He says into the phone, another deep breath, "God, I can practically smell your cunt from here. Are you dripping right now? Do you like being scared?"

"Yes, sir," I say, I stand up, putting the phone between my shoulder and chin to keep held upright, 

"If you get these questions right, I'll let you touch yourself. Or maybe I'll have to give you a special gift. " I stood in front of my coach, in front of my back door, that is still wide open. I slowly take off my sweatpants. 

"Oh, you're not wearing any panties." He says, and I turn around spanking my own ass as I pull the rest of my sweatpants off. 

"I have the perfect view of your pretty pussy," He says, "I want you to sit on your couch with your feet up and knees spread, showing me how wet you are." 

I did as he told me to do, I can't say no to a man on the phone watching me, I dipped my finger into my pussy. 

"No!" He screamed, "Not until I tell you can, unless you want me to come in there, and cut that pretty finger off." 

"What's the name of the girl who gets killed first in Scream?" 

"Casey Becker,"

"That's my good whore," He says. 

"Can I touch myself now?" I ask and he laughs. 

"You have to answer all the of them silly girl," He says, but I could feel myself growing more needy as he talks into the phone. 

"Okay, please," I whine into the phone. 

"I can't believe this wet for a stranger on the phone, so pathetic, if you're pussy wasn't so pretty, I'd have to gut you for being so pathetic." He laughs into the phone as I let out another whine, "Tell me, what line did Jack Nicholson improve in The Shining." 

"Here's Johnny," I say into the phoen breathlessly, 

"Good, just one more question, and you get a special reward." 

"What's the next question," 

"Sometimes, getting ahead of themselves, don't you think so, Angel?" The nickname made me moan into the phone. 

"Please," Is all the words coming out of my mouth and he asked the last question, but I didn't even hear them, I was too focused on the pleasure. 

"10," He started to count down, for me to answer the question. 

"Wh-what was the question?" I asked again, 

"Should have listened the first time; see you soon," The line disconnected, and I heard rustling outside, I heard the porch door swing open, and I close my knees together and sit up. 

"Hey, there," Says the dark voice from the phone, and I nearly let out a scream, "Sh, don't scream, pretty thing." I could see the glimmer of the metal knife in his gloved hand, the plastic of his mask reflecting on the Halloween lights me and my boyfriend had put up, "Who told you you could move?" He asked me; he threw up the screen door and slammed the main door closed. 

"Get up, now." I did as he told. 

"Pretty fucking girl," He growls from underneath his mask, "You're perfect." He says, he lifts up the steel knife, and my eyes go down to it, "Do you know what this is?" 

"A dagger," I replied, looking up at him, I wanted nothing more than Ghostface to manhandle me, to fuck me from behind, to put the knife against me. 

He lifted up the knife and put it against my pudgy stomach, "You're smart girl, you know if I wanted," He moved the cold steel a little rougher against me, "I could get you right now and leave before your little boyfriend gets back, or maybe I'll hide in the closet for him and gut him too." I whimper and move ever slightly against the knife, and I feel the knife cut into my skin just a little, the sting making me moan. 

"Oh, look at that." He lifts up the knife to his mask, and he takes off it off just enough to expose his mouth and he licks it over the dagger, and if I wasn't wet before I definitely am now, "God, you're so pathetic." 

Tears are streaming done my face as he moves the knife around my boob, the cold steel pressing against my nipples, "You're a slut, getting so wet from a stranger who broke into your home. God, pathetic whores make me so horny. Do you want feel my cock?" 

"Mhm," I say, looking up and nodding my head, and I moan as the knife rubs against my nipple, 

"Be quiet," He warns; he grabs my hand and puts my hand on his rock-hard cock, "You know, I've been watching you for a while," He says, whispering into my ear, "I know how your boyfriend fucks you. I know he's too soft for you," His gloved hands are now twisting my nipples, the knife thrown on the coffee table with a large crash, "You want someone to be rough with you? Does he even make you cum? Be honest." My eyes are down looking at his hands, but they quickly move up, grabbing a hold of my hair and making him look at him. 

"I asked you a question, Y/n." 

"No, he doesn't." He makes a tsk tsk noise. 

"Pretty girls deserved to cum; they deserved to be fucked how they want." I let out a moan and I could hear a chuckle. 

"God, I love pinching your nipples. You've got such big titties." He says, 

"Thank you," 

"Do you like a stranger playing with your nipples, whore?" 

"Yes, Mister. Ghostface." I said, and I could feel the twitch in his cock at the name. 

"Oh, fuck." He moaned, trying to hold back, taking a deep breath, and that's when he pushed his fingers inside my pussy, and I moaned loudly, "Shhh, you don't want the neightbors to hear do you? God, you're so fucking wet," 

"For you," I say. 

"Shut the fuck up, whore. You don't get to talk, or I'll get my knife out." He turns me around, and he shoves his leathered fingers inside of me again, his rough thumb dragging circles. 

"Keep quiet, little girl. You don't want the neighbors to tell your boyfriend about your stranger, do ya?: 

I leaned forward against the sofa, "Answer me," He said, his hand coming off her clit, the soft fabric of his cloak against my bare back, his rough gloved hand going to my throat. 

"No, I don't, Sir." His hand squeeze my throat, his breath againest my ear. 

"Good fucking girl," He quickly moved away from my body, and his hand slapped my ass, "God, I love your ass. It's fucking perfect." I felt his hands go down my back to caress my ass; I felt teeth and salvia on my ass cheek. His hands spread my cheeks exposing myself to him. 

"God, damn." I felt warm liquid hit my asshole and go to my clit, "I've been watching you for a week," He says, I hear the ripping off the Valco of his gloves, and I feel his thumb circle my asshole, and it goes down my vagina, "I've been dreaming about this sweet ass, jerking off to you from your window," His bare slender fingers are inside of my now while his still gloved still rubs my clit, a harsh breath comes in, "I saw you last night, you dirty girl, I watched you dip your fingers in this sweet pussy, you left the curtains open. Did you want me to see? Could you feel my eyes watching you? I could see you twist your pretty, perky nipples, biting those perfect lips of yours; I saw your eyes roll back in your head when you were cumming." I whined, letting out a whisper of 'please,' "I wonder what your pretty pussy tastes, but it feels amazing wrapped around my bare fingers. so, tight," 

"Your fingers feel so good," I moan out, I push my body agaienst his fingers wanting him to faster than his painfully slow pace. 

"Hold still," He says to me, and he pushed his fingers deep inside me making a scissor movement, and I let out a loud moan. 

"God, your moans are even better than I imagined. But remember, baby, you got to be quiet." I moaned, as his his finger on my clit went down harder and I let out a whine. 

"Please, please, please." She says. 

"What do you want? Tell me? Use your words, you pretty thing." 

"Want-want to cum. Please, I'm so close. God, please, sir. Please." There's a low laugh; he pumps his fingers in faster and his thumb went around my clit in a delicate circle that felt delicious. 

"cum on my fingers, pretty thing. I want to taste your cum on my fingers. Be my good girl."

"Yes, Mister. Ghostface. Yes, sir." With those words streaming out of my mouth, I felt the cord snap and the orgasm rolled over me, and I let out a low moan, shoving my face into the couch cushions. 

I felt him put his hands around my waist and pull me to my knees in front of him, I watched as he pulled the mask just above his chin to expose his mouth, he pulls his fingers into his mouth sucks on them. 

"You taste so fucking good," He says, I watch him lick his lips, I put my hand to his dick; it was hard as a rock inside of pants under his cloak. 

"Someone is being needy," He says with a low chuckle; he takes his hands and rips the cloak off his body to reveal his pale skin, his happy trail on his stomach leading down to his v-line; I wanted to run my tongue down his lengthy body. 

"You're drooling," Ghostface laughs as he rubs his thumb on my lip, and he grabs under my arms, lifting me up, his mask still pulled up enough for his lips to be out and he pulls me forward, yanking my head back, with a fistful of my hair, and I yelp as he sticks his tongue in my mouth, kissing me passionately. 

"What do you want, baby?" He says, pulling away from me. 

"I want to kiss and lick your body," I say with a blush, feeling dirty for saying this about a man I didn't even know. 

"Don't get embarrassed now, doll." With a smirk on his pretty pink lips, he says, "Your body belongs to me, now and mine belongs to yours. Do what you like, dirty girl." 

I kiss his lips again, my hands going around his torso, my clit still burning from pleasure from my orgasm but it's begging for another one. 

"Don't forget who's in charge here," He says, his hands hard on jaw. 

"You're in charge," I say, my eyes staring up into the black open spaces where his eyes are behind the permanent screaming mask. I go to his neck, place an open-mouth kiss on his neck, suck harshly, and I hear the low groan that comes out, his fingers kneading my asscheeks. As I went to his chest, leaving hickeys on his pecks and on his soft stomach. I go on my knees, I lick his v-line, lick on the belt holding up his dark jeans, and I let my hand move against his hard cock that is straining his jeans. 

"May I?" I say looking up, my hand still going over the outline. 

"Good girl, asking for permission first. Go on," He says, and I fumble with the belt, loosening and undoing it, and I pull down his jeans and his plaid boxers and his cock springing out. 

He had such a pretty cock; the tip was as pink as his lips and he had a long vein twisting around it. 

“Don’t be afraid, baby. It’s just a cock,” He says, he grabs my hair signally for me to suck, but I just pull my tongue out and drag it along the vein, I go to the tip and I lick around it, and I wrap my lips around the tip, and that’s when he thrusts inside my mouth hitting the back of my throat.  

“God damn,” He moans out, and he holds my face now, and I look up at him and he thrusts himself inside my mouth again, and again, “Your mouth feels so good but I wonder what your pussy feels like,”  

And he drags his cock out of me, steps out of his pants and he pulls up and throws me against the coach with my ass up, and he slams his hand down again. 

“Don’t look back here,” He says and I do as he says and I just arch my back and this time, I feel his mouth against my pussy, and I see his mask on the floor but I don’t dare look at him scared that his tongue would stop and this slice of heaven I was in would stop.  

His tongue goes in and out out of my tight hole, suddenly he stops, and she could feel his tongue going inside and out of her asshole, his fingers going to work still on her pussy, and the only sound in the room is the sound of my whines, thanking him for his tongue, and the slurps and sounds of my wet pussy.  

His mouth went back to my tongue, “God, I need you to ride my face.” He put his hands on my  hips, “Close your eyes,” He said and I did as he said, and I heard rustling, and I felt me moving. I opened my eyes, and I saw his cock standing up proud and tall as I sat on his face. 

My clit on his strong chin, “ Move your hips, baby. Ride my face, like you’re going to ride my cock.” 

“I want you inside of me,” I whine wanting nothing more than his cock inside of me but he shakes his head. 

“Cum on my face, and then I’ll give you my cock.” He said and I did as he said, I bucked my hips across his face. His tongue entered my pussy as I rock harder against his face, I wanted to yank on his hair. I couldn’t see what color it was but I imagined it dark with curls falling down on his face. 

God, I wanted to see his whole face. I wanted to see the killer I was currently riding on. I wanted to see more just his strong chin, his plump lips, I wanted to know this stranger. 

I felt his hands on my hips pushing me down father onto his face that was hovering over. 

“Are you close?” He hummed which made me let out a hiss of pleasure and I nodded. 

“Yes.” I reply, and that’s when I felt a harsh suck to my clit made me recoil, but his hips keeping down, and his tongue going in and out of my hole and it switches between sucking and licking, and that’s when I felt a fiery release, my second orgasm hit me and I moaned loudly but that;s what earned me a harsh slap on my ass. 

“You’re going to leave a mark,” I warned him. 

“Too fucking bad. I want you to keep me like a dirty secret.” He moves me off me and grabs his mask repositioning on his face and turns me to him, we were both now completely bare, naked with each other beside the mask covering his identity, “I want you to have to hide your body because of how ashamed you are of fucking a killer, because you fucked a stranger over your boyfriend.” His hands went down my body, his cock making contact with my thigh as his. 

His hands went to my shoulders, his index and pointer finger smooth across my skin leaving a lane of fire on me as he went down, I could feel the ache of my clit but I didn’t care, I wanted him inside of me, I wanted to feel him, and I wanted to be consumed with just him.  

“Can I ride your cock now?” I ask again looking up into the darkness where his eyes were, and he nods. 

And he gets up on the coach, and he pulls me up there with me, his knife in his hand, “Get on with it,” He says, almost with a bored tone and I pout as I climb on his lap. 

“Look more happy baby, you get what you want now, right? My cock.” He says, he puts the cold blade to my throat as I sit on him, I could feel my pussy stretch to the size of his cock, and I bottomed out, my pussy is slick from my two previous orgasm and the burn of my clit between my legs. 

“Move,” He says, the knife to my throat as I start to move up and down on his cock, his other hand went to my hip helping me with my movements, the knife only made me more wet, the danger of it all, in one moment he could slice my throat. 

I try to go faster but he didn’t let me, only letting me move at agonist pace, and I could feel his cock squirm inside of me and the low groans he tried to keep in were seeping out of his mask. 

“God, you feel good, mister. Ghostface.” I say, I put my hand on his shoulder, and I could feel his hair against my fingers and I wanted to grab a fistful, and yank on it as I rode him, but he moved the knife closer to my throat. 

“Fuck me like it’s the last think you’ll do,” He says in a nearly threatening tone, and he moves his hand from my waist, and I put my other hand on his shoulders and I lift myself off his cock and slam myself back on it, and I did it again, and then I thrust myself on his cock, and I could hear his moans. 

“God fucking-” He hisses, and that’s when he grabs a fistful of my hair, and my motions comes to a stop and now his hips were the ones going up and down, he held my waist with other hands, and I could feel his cock go up an down inside of me, his balls slapping against my ass, I thrust my hips as he fucks me this way, and I stick my hand in between playing with my clit. 

I could feel the pain of another orgasm coming, “I’m gonna cum.” I warn him and he shrugs. 

“Do it,” were his only words and that’s the only thing I needed and I came, collapsing on top of him. My record was three, anymore and I becoming a braindead fuck doll as my boyfriend call me. 

“Come on, I know you got at least two more in you, doll.” His voice darkened at the nickname like he knew what I was thinking and I heard his chuckle, “Come on, you’re not stupid.” He says, and I felt his lips move against my head through the mask, such an odd feeling of the fabric on my bare skin. 

His cock started thrusting inside of me, “Get on your back, you stupid slut.” He said and I did as he told, limping over onto my back, and that’s when he pulled me to the edge of the coach, spreading my legs apart, and putting his cock inside of me, his hand went out my nipples, playing and twisting with them. 

I just let my moans out, letting the whispers of please, and felt good just mumbling and not even being able to form a sentence, just letting myself come to the pleasure of the cock of the Mister. Ghostface in front of me. I put my hand out and started to play with his balls. 

“You’re such a dumb slut, just want my cum, don’t you.” 

“Yes, please.” I say with a nodd. 

“You know what I want?” I look up at him. 

“I want you to cum two more times,” And I nodd. 

“Tell me what you want,” He asks me and I grab his hand that is on one of my legs and move in between my legs and I moan as he starts to play with my clit, and he shoves his cock inside of me even harder. 

“Faster,” I ask and he moves quickly inside and out of me, thrusting harder, and I feel the pain in my stomach, and I wrap my legs around his waist to push him closer to me and I moan loudly. 

I felt a slap to my nipple, and a pinch of my clit, and a few sluts and I came again with no warning, but that’s when I felt like everywhere he was touching me was on fire. 

He slapped my nipple again and twisted it, and I let out out moan and I could feel another orgasm bubbling inside of me as his thrusts became sloppy and his breathing became deeping and his moans come right after the other.  

“I’m going to cum. Where do you want the cum?” 

“Inside of me, please. Please, cum inside me.” 

“I can do that, baby. Cum with me please?” He asks and I nodd, and I let out go, and everything felt it was escaping from inside me and it felt wet, the coach felt wet under my ass, and I could see water droplets on his body. 

“Did I pee?” I ask and he shakes his head, pulling his face underneath the mask showing the beautiful face of Regulus Black. 

“You're squirting,” He goes down and licks up the moisture on my thighs, “God, it tastes so good.” 

“You did so good, baby,” I tell him, my hands going to his curls. 

“It was very hot I have to admit, don;t think you’ve been that wet before.” He winks. 

“Let’s go take a bath?” I ask and he nods, wrapping an arm around me and he takes me to the bathroom.

#regulus black #regulus black smut #regulus black x reader #regulus black x plus size reader #marauders era #ghostface #marauders fandom

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touch

harry potter x plus size reader (can be read as any size or race)

Summary: his love language is touch, and his hands are always on you in some kind of way.

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Harry Potter and Y/n have been together for nearly six months and that six months, she had noticed something.

His hands were always on her in some way mostly; they held hands, him gripping her thigh, pinkies interlocked, when they are, they are more intimate, more personal.

He loved to caress her cheek; he loved resting his head on her, spooning at night, and he loved when she ran her fingers through his hair.

Y/n loves it too.

Harry had his head resting on her shoulder in the Great Hall, "Tired, love?" Y/n asks, and he nods.

"Come on then," She says, standing up, but Harry wraps himself around her, not caring the whole student body was there to see. She made haste down the corridor.

"Darling?" Harry says as they start to slow down as they walk up the moving stairs.

"Yes?"

"Will you stay with me?"

"Always, darling. Will you tell me what happened?" He nods his head.

"Once we are in bed," She nods at his words, and they walk in silence, his arm around her waist, and her arm locked round him, together.

She had to admit she was also tired; she had a long day of studying and tests in potions that she didn't believe would go well. She could think of nothing better than to be in bed with her lover boy.

They both took off their shoes as soon as they got to Harry's room. Harry stripped himself of everything besides his underwear; he walked into the closet, grabbed an oversized shirt, and helped her put it on.

"Let's go to bed," Harry says, grabbing her hand, and they walk over. They now face each other, their limbs tangled together, but one of harry's hand caress her cheek, "You're beautiful," He sputters out.

"Tell me what happened?" She asks.

"I just-" Harry sighs, "I've been in my head about a few things."

"Like what?" She says, her hand now going to his cheek for comfort, and a smile graces his lips.

"I always have to be connected to you when you're around. My hand is somewhere on you. And I feel like you just hate it, or you will be annoyed with me."

"Never." Y/n says quickly, "I have grown to love it," She says, "As I have grown to love you." Her eyes darts away from his.

"You love me?" Harry asks, and she simply nods, "I love you," Harry's hand grips her chin, "I love you," He repeats, and a smile grows on her face as she puts her lips on his.

"I love you, I love you, and I love you." Y/n says happily closer to him than before.

"So, you really don't mind?"

"I really don't." she says, "I love it, and I feel the same need to have my hands on you as you do for me." Harry grins with a knowing laugh.

"Good girl," He says, and she rolls her eyes as she kisses him again.

#harry potter #Harry Potter x reader #hp fandom #Harry Potter x plus size reader #plus size reader

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got a few ideas from this 💞

Touching

Feeling another human’s touch.

touching foreheads

running fingers through hair

hiding face in neck

caressing the other’s hand

feeling their pulse

patting the other’s head

holding hands

shielding the other one with their body

listening to the other’s heartbeat

spooning at night

laying their hand on the other’s neck

pushing a strand of hair behind their ear

nudging the other one

putting an arm around the other’s waist

hugging each other

massaging them

holding the other’s chin up

squishing the other’s cheek

high fiving

bandaging/stitching up an injury

kissing the other’s brow

falling asleep on the other’s shoulder

carrying the other one in their arms

whispering in their ear, lips touching the skin

stroking the other’s arm soothingly

kissing the top of their head

pulling the other one towards them

feeling for each other in the dark

tickling the other one

grabbing onto their arm

doing a pinky swear

caressing the other’s back

tasting their smile

washing the other’s body

kissing their bruises and scars

lifting the other one up

putting their head on the other’s chest

stroking their leg

leaning into the other’s side

patting them on the back

sitting close and knees touching

braiding the other’s hair

giving them a piggy-back ride

sitting on the other’s lap

feeling their temperature

linking arms with each other

touching their elbow to get their attention

dancing with each other

holding onto the other’s shoulders for support

putting a hand over the other’s mouth to shut them up

caressing the other’s cheek

gripping thigh

holding the other’s jaw

touching cheek to cheek

tracing the lines on the other’s hand

Hand-holding|Hugs|Kisses

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regulus is so the archer character

#regulus black #marauders

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it’s my birthday i’m turning 19

#birthday

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worship

regulus black x insecure!plus size!reader 

summary: this is their first time. 

warning: a little fluff. smut. virgin reader and virgin regulus. body worshiping. insecure reader so their sprinkles of that. it’s honestly soft as hell. 

i didn’t mean to make this as soft as it is but i listened to turning page and just kinda went with it so um, sorry. 

regulus black and y/n y/l/n had been dating for six months, they have been a good six months. 

they were having an anniversary dinner to celebrate it was going to be just them in their favorite place, the astronomy tower.  

now recently the topic of having sex had come up more than once between them. 

they were both virgins, now they are teenagers it’s not like they hadn’t gotten close before but they were always interrupted by someone or they didn’t feel like it was the right time. 

regulus had eaten her out before, she had gave him a handful of handies and a couple of blowjobs but real actual sex? no. 

all of their friends were teasing each other about how they were still virgins after six months.  

for y/n sex was a touchy subject, she was worried about how he would see her afterwards or during. What if he didn’t like what he saw? 

She had talked to Regulus about her insecurities and he had told her that their was never a moment in time where he would think she was anything less than the most beautiful thing he ever laid his eyes on. 

She believed him but the thoughts were just there. 

Regulus and Y/n had both decided that their 6th month anniversary was the time to actually do it. 

Y/n and Regulus had stolen food from the kitchen and they were in between them as they eat. 

“I love you,” Regulus tells her as he stares at her, y/n was looking out at the twilight sky with a blush on her cheeks at his words. 

She looks over at him, “I love you more,” She giggles, Regulus sat up and reached over the food placing a soft kiss on her lips. 

They talked together as they finished their dinner and then they walked to Regulus’ private dorm room that he got for his last year at Hogwarts.

Venus loved Regulus room, it was so comforting to her. She had a few of her things all over his room. 

She had hair ties wrapped around one of the nik nak that she had brought him from the muggle world on. Their laundry was all mixed together because she practically lived there more than her own dorm.

Regulus didn’t mind her clutter or her things spread out everywhere. He loved it in fact even when they were fighting, he had a piece of her all around him.  

Y/n sat on the bed and Regulus sat beside her, “Do you feel as awkward as I do?” Y/n giggles facing him, her leg in between them. 

“Maybe?” Regulus says his hands grabbing hers, “We don’t have to do this,” He tells her, “We can just lay down together.”

“No,” Y/n says, moving closer, “I want to do this.”

“I do too,” Regulus says, and he leans over, cupping her face, “I am going to kiss you.” He says their faces are a few inches apart. 

“Go for it,” She whispers with a smile and he leans over, their lips finally meeting. 

They have kissed a million times, their lips knew each other well. they meet each other every day a thousand times but every time, y/n still felt the same spark inside of her like the first time. 

she didn’t know what it meant but she thought maybe it was the feeling of love or maybe it was just static but it meant something to her, that in this moment she felt it. 

regulus’ hands knew y/n’s face almost as well he knew his own. his hands has felt the curves of her body, every strand of hair on her head, and now they are going to travel places he only fantasized about. 

y/n loved regulus hands, they were the softest things in the world and she had never felt safer than when she was in those hands. their wasn’t a moment when they weren’t holding hands or his hand on her waist. 

his hands were the first to touch her jaw, to touch her waist, his lips were the first to touch hers, his fingers were the first ones inside of her, his mouth was the first to one to taste her.

his gentle hands guided her to lay down while he got on top of her on the bed, he stayed above her, their lips never separating expect for small gasps of air. 

“you’re beautiful,” Regulus says, his delicate fingers running down her neck, his eyes barley open as his nose bumped against hers. 

“So are you,” Y/n pulled him down softly with his jacket to kiss her, she yearned for his lips on hers. 

Regulus kissed her, his tongue touching her bottom lip and she opened her mouth for him, he sucked on her tongue which pulled her moan from her throat. 

“Ya like that?” He asks. 

“Mhm,” She mumbles reaching hoping that they could kiss again, but his hands gently push her down.

“Use your words, please.” He asks gently, his voice barley above whisper.  

“Yes, Regulus.” She smiles at him, opening her eyes wide and staring straight into his. 

“Good girl,” The small amount of praise sent her volt of excitement down to her clit. 

His eyes looked at her with a knowing kind of smile, Y/n loved Regulus eyes, loved his eyes, loved his face. 

She loved his curls and she loved running her hands through it and making them messier than they already were, she loved how his eyes lit up when he walked about quidditch or potions, she loved his smile and the lines that would indent his cheeks when he did. 

she loved running her hands over his features, she memorized them, if she was blindfolded and was told to feel every mans face in the world and tell them who’s was regulus, she could do it in a heartbeat. 

regulus kisses moved down to her neck which made her giggle, he sucked hard right below her ear which made the giggle turn into a small moan.  

“Reggie?” She says softly and he looks up at her, “Do you wanna take my shirt off?” She asks looking away, a harder blush forming on her cheeks and Regulus got excited. 

He knew how hard it was for her to even think about taking it off and now she was offering it to him.

“Yes, love.” She sits up and Regulus puts his long fingers underneath her baggy shirt and lifts it over her head for her, she was wearing a light green lace bra and her arms covered her stomach.  

“Darling,” His voice whispers, to her sitting next to her, “Are you okay?” He asks this time with more force, his eyebrows coming together a line forming on his forehead. 

Y/n sits on her knees, moving her hands to be on his shoulders, “Can I?” She asks, asking if she can sit on his lap and he nods. 

“I’m okay,” She whispers to him, “I just don’t like stretch marks.” She says, “But I know, you don’t?” She says more questionable than she meant to make it sound like and he laughs. 

“I don’t hate them, there isn’t a part of you I could hate.” He says and she smiles. 

Y/n guides his hand to the clips of her bra, “Would you?” She asks and he nods. 

“I can try,” He laughs as he struggles for a second before getting it off and pulls it down her arms, her boobs fall out of the bra. 

Regulus eyes look at them for a minute, he licks his lips, her stomach sticks out over her pants and he could the stretch marks on her boobs and stomach, he could feel his dick get harder. 

“Well, this isn’t fair.” He announces pulling his sweater over his head and now he was shirtless. 

Y/n always astounded by the beauty that was Regulus Black, she could feel her mouth water but then she saw the white scars on his skin and it makes her frown, her fingers go over them. 

“I’m sorry,” She whispers to him, she hated that she couldn’t protect him from the hate his parents had. 

“Let’s not talk about that right now,” He says, pulling her face to meet his, “I don’t wanna be there, I want to be here with you, right now in this moment.” He says, pushing her hair back.

“Okay,” She says, wrapping her arms around his neck. 

“Now,” Regulus says, “We’re going to flip around,” Regulus says, as they switch and she was laying down now and he was in between her legs and his fingers unbutton her pants and he looks up at her. 

“Yes,” She nods and he smiles, and pulls down her pants revealing matching panties to the bra that was thrown around the floor. 

“You are so beautiful,” He says, reaching down and starts peppering kissing on her neck and chest, “Y/n, I want to know every freckle, every scar, i want to make love to you and i never want you to question how beautiful you are again.” He tells her as kisses move down her body.

Regulus had never seen a more beautiful thing than the woman in front of him, her skin was soft under his lips and she smelt like lavender and her favorite vanilla perfume.

He left kisses between her breasts and he wanted nothing to suck on her nipple, to leave hickys where only he could see, 

“Y/n?” He says, “May I, um, suck your nipple?” He asks and Y/n nods. 

“Yes, please.” She says nodding with a smile, her fingers going to his hair, his hands lift up her boob into his mouth and his tongue went around her areola, and licked on her nipple and then sucked harshly on her buds which made her whine and made her hips lift towards his and that made a groan come from. 

“Sorry!” She says and he smiles. 

“That was a good noise, my love.” That same knowing smirk came across his features and she smiles. 

“It’s not fair,” Y/n says to him. 

“What isn’t?” 

“Your pants are still on,” She says to him, he was hovering over her, and she reaches down pulling on his thin black belt and unbuttoning his pants and pulling them slightly down. 

Exposing the severe bulge in his pants and she looks up at biting her lip with a small giggle, “Did I do that?” Now a knowing smirk on her face. 

“You are a cocky girl,” He chuckles and leans down presses fast kisses all over her face. 

“Reggie! Reg!” She giggles and he went back down to her boobs showing them attention, her small whines made him excited to keep going. He stops at her tummy and starts spreading small kisses over it. 

At a few places he would suck harder leaving hickies and went to her lower stomach, where the stretch marks seemed to start and go up from. He kissed each one, up and down them. He could see the wetness leaking from and on to the bed. 

A sight he had seen more than once and once he wished he could see a thousand more times, his head went to her thighs where he placed slow kisses on, he took his time which only made her moan in annoyance. 

She was feeling needy now, she could feel her clit pulsating with more and more anticipation, and that’s when Regulus moved his thumb and pushed it hard on the sensitive bud.  

“Oh, fuck.” She yelled 

“Shhh,” Regulus says, “Can’t be that loud, dove.” He smirks, “I do love that I can make you scream but we don’t want everyone in all of Hogwarts to know that.” He licks up and down one time then he gets up pulling the rest of his pants off and pulling off his boxers. 

As he does this, she missed the warmth of his body though she didn’t mind the view she was getting. 

Regulus naked showing off his lean and sculpted body, she wanted nothing more than for him to be all hers. His mind, his heart, and body. 

She had gotten the first two and now it was time for the last one. She could feel the excitement turn into nerves in her stomach. 

She didn’t know why, she wasn’t nervous. Not of her Regulus, no she loved him  too much for that. 

Regulus could feel the uneasiness coming off her and he got back to her, hovering over her. 

“Are you 100% ready, if you have any doubts.” She put his hand on his face. 

“Are you 100% ready?” She asks, her eyes searching his. 

“Yes,” He answers, “I love you, in every way a man could love a woman.”

“And I love you just the same,” She whispers pressing their lips together, “Stick it in,” She laughs at the words and so does he. 

“This is going to hurt.’ He reminds her. 

“I know,” She sighs. 

“Okay,” He says kissing her forehead, he guides his dick to her entrance, he put the tip inside of her. 

“Reg?” She whispers her eyes closely looking in between them, “Kiss me, please?” 

He did, their lips now connecting. They were now connected in every way humanly possible, Regulus hands went to hers, lacing his fingers through hers, he felt himself go all the way inside of her and he felt her wince. 

Her hand tightening against hers and they break apart to breath, “Doing such a good job,” He reminds her, “Tell me when I can move.” He says, he takes one hand to hold himself up. 

Y/n breaths in, trying to get adjust to something being inside that wasn’t just ne or two of his fingers it took a few seconds, “Reggie,” She whispers, “Move, sweetheart.” 

“As you command,” He says  with a grin on his face and he starts to gently thrusts in, a small moan comes out as his finger goes to her clit and he rubs in the same euth he thrusts.  

Y/n tries to thrust her hips to meet his movements, “You are the meaning of beauty,” He whispers, she brought one of her hands to his face, their eyes connecting. 

“You feel so good inside me,” She tells me, she had never felt this connected to him, she could feel his cock twitch inside of her. 

“I’m not going to last long I’m sorry,” He whispers the last part, “You just feel so unbelievable.” He whimpers out and Y/n smiles. 

“Cum, whenever you want baby. You know, I love your mouth.” She says, her thumbs moving his bottom lip. His thrusts grow faster and does his thumb. She can feel the familiar rope inside of her about to snap when she felt him cum inside of. 

He moans her name louder than he meant too and his cock hit just the right spot to where her orgasm hits, and they are both moaning at each other. 

They laid together, his cock still buried inside of her, his head on her chest, his fingers moving around the pattern of hickeys he had made. 

“That was perfect Reggie,” She whispers to him, her hands tangled in his hair. 

“Just like you.” 

“I hate you.” 

“I worship you.” He says kissing her nipple. 

[deeseelovez]

need you

lssub!regulus black x fem!reader (can be read as any body shape or any race) 

summary: Regulus has been needy all day and just couldn’t wait any longer. 

warnings: smut. heavy smut. sub and dom dynamic, mommy kink, prolonged orgasm, punishment, degradation kink if you squint, praise kink, also makes him cum as many times as he can, idk what that is called. reggie gets tied to the bed. 69, handjob, blowjob, a bunch of shit really.  me trying to write this lol. it’s kind of sweet in some spots though and it’s longer than I meant to be. 

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It all started with a dream. 

the dream where your beautiful body was on top of Regulus’ grinding your hips down on his own, your hands pulling his hair roughly. He was chasing his own orgasm, thrusting his hips into you. 

Y/n was woken up by Regulus loud whimpers and moans and the harsh thrusting of his hips.  

She looked down to see his hard cock underneath his thin pajama pants while he moans out, “mommy, please.”  Y/n smirks 

Y/n woke up to Regulus loud whimpers and how harshly his hips were thrusting into nothing. 

She noticed how hard his cock was underneath his thin pajama pants, “mommy, please please.” regulus whimpers still sleeping and Y/n smirks. 

She reached over pulling his pajama pants down to show his glowing red tip, “Oh, goodness, baby. You really do need your mommy, huh?”

“Yes,” He says, his eyes half closed. Y/n sat on his legs, her hand dragging slowly over his cock, his small pants and whines for more getting lost when she went down placing a soft kiss on his tip, she loops her tongue around his tip. 

“Fuck, yes, Thank you.” Regulus moans out 

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[deeseelovez]

i had this on top of my mind today

imagine ethan with a huge crush on y/n, having all these fantasies on her. once a week they would call each other for econ homework, but that day he's just too horny so he gets off to her voice. y/n is too oblivious, he would be palming himself through his pants. his breath becomes a little too loud and she kind of guess what's happening and takes advantage of it to tease him/make him embarrassed.

this makes me feel things

nsfw male jerking off; teasing; innuendos; ethan has fantasies

Ethan felt slightly embarrassed with how eager he picked up the phone His heart was already beating fast as your sweet voice filled his ears.

"Hey, Ethan!" You smile, placing your assigment and study papers on your bed, as you got yourself settled.

"Hey, y/n." He says, a smile he can never force down appearing on his lips.

"Did you get the new assignement from this morning's lecture?" You ask, as you flip through your pages to find it.

Ethan does the same, putting you on speaker as he placed his phone on the bed. "Yeah...I think so... yes." He says, placing the assignment details ontop of the rest of his work. "Why did Mr. Harold give out papers, instead of just sending it?"

"Ah, he's old, which can sometimes mean old-fashioned, I guess." You say, clicking your pen. "Oh my god, though did you see Sophie?" You chuckle, remembering the way she had tried to flirt with the poor old man, leaning forward as she pushed her breasts together.

"No...Sophie was in today?" Ethan knew of her vaguely as the girl who would fuck for good grades. But his focus had been on you in econ, sparing glances down your body when you weren't looking.

"How could you not notice?" You ask, shifting more comfortably on your bed. "I was scared her tits were gonna fall out."

Ethan stiffened at your words, and not because you had mentioned Sophie's tits, but because the his mind wandered to your own, and how he'd always have to readjust in his seat when you'd wear a tight top. Wondering how they'd feel in his—

"We should get started." You unintentionally break his train of thought, as he gulps, silently cursing at himself. "Because I barely understood Mr. Harold."

"Uh, yeah." Ethan coughed, forcing himself to focus. "What part didn't you get?"

"The third paragraph, where he talks about the inflation and economic growth. His question after confuses me. I'm not sure what he's asking us to answer." You speak so innocently, brows furrowed, as Ethan furrows his own for an entirely different reason.

For some reason your voice was sending small electric jolts through him. All the way down to his dick, which has begun to strain painfully against his pants. Christ, not now-he thinks to himself. He licked his lips, answering your confusion, as you hum with an "ah, that makes makes more sense."

Ethan's mouth has salivated, as all his built up fantasies of you fill his head. "So, when he spoke on analyzing the economy as a system, the list he followed on from..."

Ethan doesn't mean to drown out your words. Because he's listening. But more so to the hilt of your voice, and how it would sound much more breathy, as you gazed up at him. One of his fantasies had you on your knees, licking at his cock, as your innocent eyes held his. He had orgasmed extremely quickly, multiple times, when he found this imagine in his head.

"...he could have meant that these are the elements," you had continued, completely oblivious to Ethan's wandering hand.

He couldnt help it. He palmed his cock, as he listened to you speak. You always spoke so pretty. He could imagine your confused expression as you spoke on your problems. He began to rub himself, restricting himself to just over his pants, as he bit his lip.

He won’t do more. Just…relieve a hint of tension. You continued to speak and your words began to sound like something he wished he could grab, as his hand tightened on his bulge, his rubbing growing messy.

His breathing had grown heavier but he covered it up by saying ‘yes’s and ‘no’s, answering your questions.

“Sorry, I’m rambling. Did you have any questions?” You ask. You were there to help each other, not him only help you.

Ethan had to spare a glance at his work, scanning to see if he’d written down any problems, trying to remember if he had any. Because the only problem he could think of right now is how his over-the-clothes rubbing was doing little to satisfy his need.

His cock was rock hard, and his mind was beginning to cloud over with lust, and want for you. “I—I don’t think so.” He mutters out, his fingers reaching the button of his jeans, as he pulled the zipper down.

It was shameful, but he just couldn’t help it. “Okay, do you mind if I ask another question?—sorry I just saw it now.” You ask as Ethan absentmindedly nods wanting to hear you speak more, before he manages a ‘sure’, trying to act casual.

“Great, thank you,” and you began to speak on either the 8th or 9th paragraph as Ethan stuck his hand in his pants, feeling his pre-cum practically staining his boxers.

He imagined the way you would touch him. Would you be gentle and slow, or would you deep throat him immediately. Ethan’s breathing stutters as he strokes himself. The little hums you make when you think have begun to make his hips thrust up into his palm.

His other hand had tightened around the sheet, praying that you can’t hear him jerking off to you. Ethan grows lost in your tone as his cock twitches.

“Ethan?” You slowly ask, making his hips jolt at the utterance of his name from your lips, but he tries to keep his voice of some composure.

“Yes?” He had to press his lips together after a needy whimper nearly falling.

“Are you…okay?”

Your question makes him halt-much to his cock’s dismay. “W-what?”

“You sound out of breath.” You say, behind the line trying to think of why. Because he can’t be running, he’s in his apartment with his papers on his bed like you.

“I’m not.” He coughs.

You nod to yourself, but then you catch the smallest of sounds fall straight from Ethan’s lips. You had to be mistaken, because that noise sounded like one due to pleasure.

Your mouth opened in shock as you realise. He’s out of breath because he’s…

“Ethan.” You say again, hearing a stuttering whimper from him before he tries to cover it up by asking ‘yes?’ again. “What are you doing?”

Ethan curses himself because you sound suspicious. “I’m studying. Going over the study. Like you.” He says, really forcing down his cock’s want to just ask you to keep talking so he could reach his orgasm.

“Ah huh.” You hum, unconvinced. “And you’re sure you have no questions?”

“No. No, I’m all good.” He says, really forcing his words to sound normal, as he had slowly began to stroke himself again, his cock angry.

“No questions for me?” You ask now instead. Slowly coming to the definite realisation of Ethan jerking off.

“What do you mean?” Ethan asks, your tone going straight to his cock.

“Oh, nothing.” You hum, before you intentionally make your voice come out breathier, seeing what he’ll do. “Did I mention how nice your hair looked this morning?”

Ethan’s breath hitches as his hand quickens around his cock, seeming to have a mind of its own. “N—no.”

“Oh. Well, it looked really good, I just wanted to run my fingers through it constantly.” You pause hearing Ethan’s surprised whimper. “But that’s weird isn’t it, sorry.” You were teasing him now, your study forgotten.

“I—it’s not weird. You’re not weird. At all.” Ethan’s words are broken up by his panting.

“Aw, that’s so sweet, Ethan.” You hum, making Ethan’s hips thrust up into his hand, his legs having widened as you spoke.

“Y—yeah?” His eyelids have begun to feel heavy.

“Yeah. Your always so sweet to me. Helping with my study, making sure I have a seat in econ.” You shift on your bed, debating on if you go bolder. “You’re also very good at studying, hence why you never have too many questions. You’re also very good at teaching, making sure I know what I’m doing. Your just such a good boy.”

Ethan chokes on a moan. This makes his eyes widen, because you definitely heard that. So he quickly goes to speak. “T—that’s sweet. Really sweet. You’re…really sweet.” His tone is still breathy though, as he imagines how sweet you really are…or taste.

“Am I?” You tease, as Ethan’s rapidly nods on the other line.

“Always so…sweet.” He says, his tone unintentionally dropping an octave.

“But I never seem to be able to help you.” You say. “I’m the one always asking questions.”

“That’s fine.” Ethan says. “I like hearing you talk.” He pauses, shit. “I—I mean, I like hearing your questions because then I can help you.”

A smile had edged your lips. “But that’s exactly it. You help me…” you drift off, speaking closer to the phone. “Let me help you.”

Ethan didn’t know what you meant but the tone you had dropped to makes his hand quicken as his hips had begun to grind into his palm. “W—with what?”

“Oh, you know, with many things.” You say, appearing innocent again. “One specifically would be your tension.”

Ethans chokes on a whimper as he places his hand over his mouth, still thinking you don’t know. “My…tension?”

“Yeah.” You say lightly. “I’m very good at massaging.” You hold back a chuckle as you tease him.

“You’d give me a massage?” In Ethan’s mind that’s the closest he could get to you.

“Yeah.” You say. “I’d start with your shoulders of course, getting essential knots out.” You fake normalcy in the conversation.

“Then I might let my hands drift down your back.” You pause. “You’d have to lie down, so I could get a good angle.”

Ethan’s mouth has opened in pleasure at the thought of you touching him on the bed.

“I’d have to ask where feels the nicest, before I’d drag my hands down your body.” Your words were growing bolder and if Ethan’s mind wasn’t hazed over with lust he might have been able to pick out your innuendoes.

“Really?” He asks, his stroking quickening.

“Yeah. Though, through your clothes it mind be hard to properly get that tension out.”

Ethan moans through his teeth, as his hips pathetically thrust at your words. “No clothes?”

“No clothes.” You confirm. “Would that be okay? I wouldn’t want to make you uncomfortable—“

“Yes.” His answer was immediate, cutting you short. He coughs. “That would be fine.”

You grin. “Good. Because that way I could really relieve some tension. I’d have to straddle you of course.” You pause to hear Ethan’s heavy breathing and the faint sound of his hand gliding along his cock. “You may even have to flip around, because I’ve heard that the most tension can be by your collarbones and neck.”

Ethan nearly orgasmed at the thought of you straddling him, as your hands wandered his body. “As in straddling..my front?”

“Yeah, is that okay?”

“Uh huh.” He hums, his cock twitching with a soon need to release.

“I could give you that massage the next time we study.” You say, making Ethan’s breathing quicken at the possible reality of all that. “I could come over to yours.”

At this point he couldn’t care how desperate he sounded. “Yes. Please, come anytime.”

“Or maybe you should cum?” You ask, your innuendo strong, as pleasure began to rock through Ethans body. “W—what?”

“Come to my apartment.” You play it off, listening to the wet sounds his cock was making as you could hear how close he was to his orgasm.

“No. You should- should come here.” He says breathlessly.

“Do you prefer yours?”

Ethan just wants to see you on his sheets, all his fantasies having happened on this bed. He wanted to make one a reality, even if it was just a massage.

“I just have all the extra study stuff here.” Not that he couldn’t easily bring it, but he ignored that, and so did you.

“See, you are such a good boy.” And that did it. His orgasm wracked through him as quiet whimpers and moans left his lips his hips grinding into nothing. Wishing the air was you.

When the pleasure slowly ceased he heard words he never thought you’d utter. “Maybe next study session I could jerk you off?”

“W—what?” He chocked. Fuck, of course you had heard him. By the end he was being pretty obvious.

“Yeah, Ethan.” You grin. “Let me help relieve some tension.”

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[deeseelovez]

bookstore

spencer reid x reader (can be read as any size or race)

warnings: none 

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I had always loved books, even in high school when I was considered one of the ‘popular girls’ I was a book lover. i got teased for being smart by my friends but it never bothered me.

I got a degree in English in college and now I work in a little book store on a corner in Quantico, Virginia. It was near the FBI headquarters and I got to see a few agents every now and again. 

but there is one I see more than the others. 

His name is Spencer Reid, or that’s what it says on his badge. He comes in all the time, buying a single book. I think, he might be trying to buy the whole damn store. 

He comes in almost every Thursday at 8:30am. He’s a nice highlight of my week, he doesn’t always come in. I assume he’s busy with his big FBI job but I can see him, coming in. 

“There’s pretty boy,” My boss, Linda tells me. 

“Shut up,” I giggle, looking over at him, he’s glancing at books. Probably trying to figure out which ones he doesn’t have yet. He’s biting his lower lip reading the back of the covers. 

His eyes flick over to mine and I wave at him and he gave me one back,  dropping the books in his hands, I giggle walking over to him. 

“Hey, Spencer.” I say, bending down to help him. 

“Uh,” He clears his throat, “You know my name,” I point to the badge and he nods.

“FBI Agent, Spencer Reid. Impressive.” 

“It’s not that impressive, Y/n.” My eyebrows went up. 

“You know my name?” I try to keep my smile down. His eyes went to my name tag. 

“Oh, yeah.” I stood up, “If you need anything else, you know where I’ll be, Spencer.” I gave him a wink, and I could see a blush go over his cheeks. I walk over behind my counter and started to read my newest book. 

“Y/n?” Spencer asks and my eyes dart up. 

“Ready to check out?” I ask sitting up. 

“Uh, yes.” He chuckles softly, and I grab one of the few books he has. 

“So, what’s it like in the FBI?” I ask him, and he tells me he actually works for a division of the FBI called the Behavior Analysis Unit, and he has to travel everywhere for his job. 

“That explains it.” I say, and his face squishes up in confusion, “Oh, I just mean. I don’t know, it’s like almost every Thursday you’re here but you miss some of ‘em and I just wondered why and now I know, I guess. Sorry, I probably sound like a stalker.” 

“No, no. Not at all.” He shakes his head as he smiles, and I smile back. 

“So, uh, Spencer?” I ask him, after he got his bag of books. 

“Yes?” 

“I was wondering, if you weren’t busy one night, if you wanted to grab a coffee or dinner?” His eyes go wide. 

“Uh. Yes! I would love too! I can’t right now, I have to go to work. Always working.” He laughs, “But, I can give you my mobile phone number or something.” 

“Yes, give me your phone.” He stumbles around for a second as he digs around into his pocket and pulls out his phone and hands it to me. I typed in my number and gave it back. 

“Call me whenever your not busy or text me when you are.” I laugh and he nods. 

“I will! Sorry, I want to talk but my boss is calling me.” 

“No. I understand. You’re big agent, go go.” I shoo him out, walking him to the door of the bookstore. 

“Bye, Y/n.” 

“Bye, Spencer.” 

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[deeseelovez]

literally making a jegulus alternative universe fan fic called my lady.

like idk. if it’s gonna be a throple or just a love triangle. first i have to get to know my main character Amina!