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g1rld1ary · 1 month

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new release ; luke patterson x fem!reader

➻ synopsis: you'd been playing julie and the phantom's new album on repeat all day before luke comes knocking on your door, and you end up going to dinner with your favourite band

➻ word count: 2515

➻ content: she/her pronouns for reader

➻ wrote this on a whim tonight so enjoy my first luke fic lol !!

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You tapped your fingers impatiently against your desk, willing Spotify to reload quicker, visualising the album you knew was dropping in two minutes. Finally, after 120 seconds that could have been an hour, Julie and the Phantom’s new album was out and available, and you actually might’ve been the first person to listen to it.

You’d been following Julie and the Phantoms since their very first performance was put on YouTube. Admittedly you’d been hopping on the bandwagon — your friends had been raving about it at school and force-fed you their songs, but you’d been genuinely addicted to their music ever since.

Pressing play on the new album you got up, leaving it to play as you began on your errands for the day. You danced around your apartment, putting away the washing and vacuuming and humming along to the singles that had already been released.

Luke was on his way home from his morning run when he could have sworn he could hear his own voice. Stopping, he pulled an earbud out of his ear, looking around for the source of the music. And there, on the third floor, was you. You were out on the balcony, organising the cute set of outdoor furniture you’d shoved in there and dancing ridiculously to Luke’s personal favourite song of the album. He let out a quiet laugh to himself, admiring the carefree way you jumped around, miming the chorus you’d learnt into a can of what appeared to be bug spray. He smiled once more before heading into the building, musing about the odds of having a Phantoms fan live on his floor.

Back up in his apartment he could still hear the music, both your open windows making it sound clear despite not being obnoxiously loud. Luke just shook his head, heading straight to the shower and turning on his own music so he didn’t have to be victim to his own voice all day.

An hour later, you were still listening. You’d just finished the album and evidently wanted to commit it to memory before the day was through. Luke thought it was adorable, and he could feel the gratitude flowing through every inch of him. This was why he wrote music, to resonate with people and make them happy. Plus, now that he knew the cute girl who’d just moved into the apartment opposite him liked his band, he figured he could build up some confidence to talk to you.

Morning turned to afternoon, and you were still playing his album. Luke was flattered, but in slight disbelief. He couldn’t believe you weren’t sick of it yet, though he supposed you didn’t get the same ick he did when listening to his voice. Hearing you learning the words was another bonus, your voice floating in through his kitchen window as he cooked. He thought it was lovely, though far from professional. It was an unreal experience hearing your disembodied voice stumbling through the lyrics, making up ones you’d evidently misheard and improvising your own riffs on top of Julie’s.

Luke wondered whether it was possible to develop a crush on someone based on just their voice. Yeah he thought you were cute the few times he’d seen you coming or going through his street facing window, but your laughter when your voice cracked had him weak in the knees.

When you were still playing his music by four o’clock — you’d branched out to mixing in the rest of their discography by then — he was a little worried for your sanity. Flattered and grateful for the streams, but concerned all the same. At the same time he was worried for himself. He’d offered to host his band and friends for a private celebration of the album release after the official party the night previous, and he thought it may be a little on the nose if you were still streaming their music into the night. He could already hear Alex making fun of him for living next to a fangirl (he did secretly hope you were a fangirl of him though).

So, whilst it wasn’t exactly the meet-cute he’d hoped for, Luke found himself knocking on your door. He knocked again shyly when he heard you turn down the volume, clearly trying to see if you’d heard right. A few soft footsteps on the other side of the door and it was cracking open, your curious expression greeting him. You’d only just moved in and didn’t know anyone to be visiting.

Luke watched you go through the seven stages of grief in real time. Confusion at an unexpected visitor, recognition of him, and then a million shades of humiliation as you realised you’d been listening to his music all day and he could hear. God, you probably looked like an obsessed fangirl (you were, but you didn’t want Luke Patterson to know that). With an embarrassed sound coming from the back of your throat, you asked Luke to give you twenty seconds of privacy. He agreed politely and you shut the door quickly. Slapping a hand to your mouth, you let out a silent scream, trying to let out all your anxious, embarrassed energy as quickly as possible, shaking your limbs about so you could stand still when you inevitably had to grovel for forgiveness to Luke.

Reopening your door, you were taken aback by how at ease Luke looked. And how much hotter he was in person, but you tried to push that thought to the back of your head for the sake of coherent conversation.

“Hi,” You said, resisting the urge to ramble out apologies.

“Hi,” He replied with that stupidly charming grin he wore in all his publicity shoots. “I’m Luke.”

“I know.” Fuck, you didn’t mean to say that. “Um, obviously. I’m sure you’ve heard all the…” You gestured inside to your apartment where his album was still playing quietly. You should’ve turned it off.

“Please don’t be embarrassed, it’s really cute.” Now your blush was for a totally different reason, your favourite singer was calling you cute? You had to be dreaming.

“Is there something I can do for you?” You asked, still unsure of the purpose of the visit, though you weren’t complaining.

“Oh!” Luke looked as if he really had forgotten why he’d come, but covered himself with an easy laugh, “I was just wondering if you could turn down your music a bit? It’s not too loud or anything, it’s not bothering me! It’s just, I’m having the band over tonight and as much as we’re all proud of the album, it feels a bit conceited to have it playing as we hang out privately, y’know?” You were nodding vigorously before he could finish his sentence, spilling out apologies for even playing it in the first place.

“Seriously don’t apologise,” He assured you, catching your eye in a way that made you feel like you couldn’t look away (not that you would’ve wanted to), “I really appreciate you being a fan and supporting us.” In that moment, entranced in his deep honey eyes, you honestly would have done whatever Luke Patterson asked of you, you were completely his. Maybe your parasocial relationships needed some examining.

Forcing yourself to end the moment despite your internal desires, you averted your eyes to the floor and Luke coughed slightly, both of you somewhat dazed.

“Right, well, it was really nice meeting you. Big fan. Guess I’ll see you around?” You said awkwardly, stepping back inside the threshold of your flat. Luke nodded in the same manner, and you were about to shut the door when he called for you to wait.

“Do you wanna come over later? You can meet the band, and it’s always helpful to make some friends in the building. I, uh, know you’re new here.” You nodded, more than surprised, but you sure as hell weren’t gonna turn down this opportunity.

“Yeah, that sounds nice. Thanks.” Luke named a time and you parted ways, neither of you catching the backwards glances you both chanced.

Inside your apartment was a whirlwind of stress. What did you wear for a dinner with your favourite band with an hour’s notice? You might’ve actually tried on half your wardrobe before deciding on your favourite jeans (maybe the ones that made your ass look impeccable, but who’s to say?) and a simple top. It wasn’t the most exciting outfit you could have come up with, not by a long shot, but you didn’t want to make a single wrong decision tonight. All you needed to do was be completely perfect and impress Julie and the Phantoms and maybe get Luke to like you back. Easy stuff.

By the time you were meant to be going you’d managed to do your makeup in a way that didn’t make you want to cry — why did it always turn out awful when you needed it to be good? Slipping your favourite hoops into your ears you were ready, and gave yourself a quick pep talk in the bathroom mirror. You’d never been one for those self-love affirmations, but they couldn’t hurt, right?

When Luke opened the door and his face broke into one of those smiles that lit up the building’s corridor, your nerves quieted themselves somewhat. He swept you under one of his arms leading you further into the apartment as if you’d been friends for years. You tried to take in what you could, and were a little jealous of how nicely his place was decorated — yours was still loaded with boxes and junk.

“Guys, meet my new friend!” Luke announced, and all the heads in the room snapped towards you.

“Um, hi,” You said meekly, remembering to tell them all your name.

“She’s new to the building and I thought it would be nice for her to make some friends!” You smiled internally — Luke had the same personality as in all the interviews you watched, which made you glad. You didn’t know what you would do if he wasn’t all that you imagined.

The night started out a little awkward, at least for you. You were so stressed about making a good impression that you felt a little robotic, answers calculated to try and get the most amount of laughs or agreements. Luke noticed this and gestured for you to take the seat between him and Julie when the meal was served, figuring you’d have the most in common with her, and he was more than happy to talk your ear off if the opportunity arose.

“So, why’d you come to California?” Julie asked, and you explained that you’d moved for school, but it was cheaper to rent the flat than live in the dorms. That in itself was an easy avenue into talking about your roommate who was never around and the classes you were taking this semester. When you asked about Nick, who was sitting on Julie’s other side, he happily joined the conversation to talk about how they got together just after the Phantoms began to get world famous and their (first) show at the Orpheum.

The dinner was loud and messy, and you began to feel right at home. With Reggie flicking beans at Alex, and Luke’s boisterous laughter ringing over conversation, there was a familial ambience to it all.

After the meal the group migrated towards the TV, and you found yourself next to Luke again, sandwiched between him and Willie, who introduced himself as Alex’s boyfriend. You recognised him from Alex’s Instagram, but you left that fact out. You found yourself making easy conversation with them, being the four who got Luke’s couch, whilst the others made themselves at home in armchairs and other seats scavenged from around the flat.

As you spoke to the couple about a restaurant in LA they were recommending, you felt a hand land on your thigh. A glance in his direction showed it was Luke’s, of course, but if his expression was anything to go by he was all but unaware, still speaking passionately to Nick about something. You tried to conceal your blush as your turned back to the gays, but the knowing looks had you hiding your face in your hands.

A movie was turned on and the chatter dulled somewhat, turned down to whispers over the dialogue. You didn’t know how you’d ended up cuddled up into Luke’s side, but you were absolutely not complaining. His arm on the back of the sofa had migrated to sitting around your waist at one point, and you were really hoping he couldn’t feel your racing heartbeat. An accidental glance in Julie’s direction showed her and Nick wiggling their eyebrows suggestively, to which you simply made a bewildered expression, hoping it conveyed how little idea you had of what was going on. Unbeknownst to you, Luke was fighting the same losing battle with the rest of the boys, who were making childish kissy faces when you weren’t looking. Luke handled it better than you, merely shrugging as if to say ‘she’s cute — what do you want me to do?’

A few hours later and the night was winding down. You took your leave after Reggie, not wanting to risk overstaying your welcome and jeopardising the friendships you hoped you were making. The remaining guests all gave you warm goodbyes, begging for you to come back again. Julie even swept you into a tight hug, making you promise you’d DM her to go out for coffee soon. Luke walked you to the door, a gentle hand on the small of your back not going unnoticed by his friends.

“Thanks for coming tonight, I’m really glad we met,” He said, and his shyer tone caught you off guard, but made you smile nonetheless.

“Thank you for inviting me,” You countered, “It was really sweet of you to introduce me to all your friends.” Luke waved it off like it was nothing, which you were sure to him it was.

“Can I see you again soon?” He asked, suddenly looking remarkably like a little puppy.

“I’m only a door away,” You grinned, “You can see me whenever you like. Hey, congrats again on the album. I’d say it’s pretty good.” When you pressed a kiss to his cheek and bade him goodnight, Luke couldn’t have resisted his cheesy grin if he’d tried.

“I love being a rockstar,” He said when he returned to his friends.

“Shut up, man,” Replied Alex, “You’re too whipped to claim any rockstar benefits on this one.”

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adiraargent · 4 months

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Stargazing - Regulus Black

wc: 1.1k warnings: fluff, established relationship Summary: Regulus takes your stargazing, showing off his knowledge

The night sky stretched above you like a vast canvas, speckled with an array of twinkling stars. It was Saturday night and Regulus told you he wanted some alone time with just the two of you and had suggested stargazing. So you both found yourselves nestled in a secluded corner of the Hogwarts grounds, away from the castle's hustle and bustle.

As you lay on a soft blanket spread across the grass, wrapped up in both Regulus' jumper and his right arm, Regulus pointed out the constellations one by one, his voice carrying a gentle cadence that seemed to match the serene stillness of the night.

You were so focused on where he was pointing that you didn't even notice the small, love-filled glances that he kept shooting in your direction. He couldn't help it, you just looked so beautiful, your slightly tired face, the reflection of the stars in your eyes, and your own constellation of freckles that kissed your cheeks.

"That cluster of stars over there," he began, his finger tracing the shape in the sky, his eyes shooting back up to the sky, "that's Orion's Belt. According to ancient myths, Orion was a great hunter, and those three stars mark his belt."

You listened intently, captivated by Regulus's passion for the stars and the tales woven within them. His explanations were accompanied by an endearing enthusiasm, his eyes sparkling in the moonlight as he shared the stories passed down through generations.

He continued, pointing out Cassiopeia, Draco, and Ursa Major, his voice laced with knowledge and fascination. Each constellation held a story, and Regulus narrated them with such vividness that it felt as if the stars had come alive in the sky above you.

As the night deepened, you found yourself lost in the beauty of the celestial display, but it wasn't just the stars that enchanted you; it was Regulus's gentle presence and the way he spoke with such reverence for the night sky.

He looked at you, a small smile playing on his lips, his eyes reflecting the starlight. "See that constellation there? That's Lyra, the harp. It's said to represent the lyre played by the legendary musician Orpheus."

You marveled at how Regulus's eyes lit up as he spoke, his passion for astronomy making the night feel more magical. His words painted a vivid picture of the ancient tales behind each star cluster, and you couldn't help but be drawn deeper into his explanations.

The conversation shifted from constellations to more personal topics. Regulus spoke about his dreams, his aspirations, and his deepest thoughts, and you reciprocated, sharing your own hopes and fears under the vast canopy of stars.

Neither of you were 100% sure what you wanted to do when you graduated, but you both knew you wanted to move out from home as soon as possible... the two of you spoke of running off together and then maybe starting a career in Quidditch. Regulus smiled softly as he watched you go on a mini rant about how when you get your shared house, the two of you could get a bunch of pets.

Occasionally, the conversation would quiet down, and you both would just lie there, side by side, enveloped in the tranquility of the night. The peace was punctuated by soft whispers, the occasional laughter, and shared glances that spoke volumes.

Regulus turned on his side, now wrapping both his arms around you and pulling you into his chest, "Reg?"

You were confused by his sudden movement, he had went from looking at the stars to now having his face buried into your neck, his warm breathes tickling your skin.

"Jus' don' want ya to get co'" he mumbled into your neck, his voice muffled

"Mhmm," you grinned sarcastically, yet you still brought your hand up to his head, burying your fingers into his dark locks and massaging his scalp softly.

Time seemed to stand still in that moment, as if the stars themselves had aligned to create this perfect harmony between you and Regulus. It was as if the night had paused just for the two of you to exist within its tranquil embrace.

The two of you wished that it could be like this forever, both in your own little world wrapped in the arms of your love. A world where there was no war, no death eaters, no school and no parents who couldn't care less about you.

As the night deepened, the air grew cooler, and the soft touch of Regulus's lips on your forehead brought a warmth that transcended the night's chill. His tender gesture was a silent reassurance, a whisper of care that made your heart flutter.

With the stars as witnesses, you shifted closer to Regulus, the blanket now cocooning you both in a shared haven. His arm around you tightened ever so slightly, pulling you snug against his chest, a silent invitation to seek solace in his embrace.

In the midst of the cosmic spectacle above, your gazes locked in an unspoken understanding. The night's silence was interrupted only by the hushed exchanges between you both, the soft murmurs and shared confidences blending seamlessly with the gentle rustle of leaves.

In a moment of daring, your fingers found their way to Regulus's, intertwining with his in a tender clasp. It was a subtle gesture, but the electric current that surged between your intertwined hands spoke volumes, bridging the gap between you in a language that words couldn't convey.

Regulus's touch was a comfort, a magnetic pull that drew you closer with an unspoken promise of safety and belonging. His fingers traced delicate patterns on your skin, a gesture that sent tingles down your spine and stirred emotions you couldn't quite articulate.

Under the starlit sky, Regulus leaned in, his lips brushing against your temple in a tender kiss, his silent declaration of affection warming your entire being. It was a gentle caress, a whisper of adoration that resonated deeper than any spoken words.

Regulus turned to you, a soft smile gracing his features. "Thank you for tonight," he said, his voice carrying a warmth that mirrored the celestial glow above. "I haven't felt this at peace in a long time."

You met his gaze, feeling a connection that transcended words, a sense of kinship and understanding that lingered in the silent spaces between your shared gazes.

"I could stay here forever," you whispered, a sentiment that echoed the unspoken bond between you and Regulus, forged under the infinite expanse of the night sky.

As the hours waned, Regulus shifted closer, his arm encircling you in a gentle hold. His lips found yours in a tender yet passionate kiss, a silent promise of unwavering devotion that lingered in the fleeting moments shared beneath the star-studded sky.

The night eventually bid its farewell, but the memories etched in the fabric of that evening remained—an intimate constellation of shared gazes, gentle touches, and stolen kisses that made the night an unforgettable testament to the love you both shared.

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nsb-air-conditioner · 2 years

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Little things you do that they love

Oliver: sitting beside him as he works on music. It’s nice to have you close by. seeing you hum along and look over his work makes him proud.

Sebastian: you help him pick out his clothes. He always jokes about how he can’t dress well, but he has been getting better. Still you’re a big help if he has an important event coming up and needs help deciding.

Ryan: bringing him water during live streams. Of course when he finds the time to be live, he doesn’t wanna leave to much. He has to work while his social battery is still high lol. So he really appreciates it when you bring him water, it saves him time and it’s nice seeing you pop in.

Justin: he appreciates when you check in on him through out the day or week. This something I feel like he’d do and would appreciate it if s/o did it back .

Darren: he likes when you help him look for recipes and go shopping with him hmart king . The fact that you save recipes you come across on tik tok just to show them to him, he wouldn’t stop talking about it . And We all know Darren likes to cook and you helping with that, really means a lot to him.

Kane: Kane loves it when u take care of his plushes. Like if you notice some of them are on the floor and you pick them up. Or if one has a stain you’ll offer to wash it,etc. basically Kane loves his plushes and if he sees you love them to, it means a lot.

Reggie: Reggie appreciates when you’re patience with him. He’s not the best at speaking and explaining things but he does try . And he loves how you don’t rush or tease him to much when he messes up. It makes him less anxious about talking to you.

#north star boys #nsb #oliver moy #sebastian moy #reggie nsb #darren nsb #ryan nsb #justin nsb #kane nsb #nsb imagines #nsb fluff

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no-fate-but-what-we-make · 2 years

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Staking A Claim | Reggie Mantle

[gif is not mine; all credit to the creator]

Word Count: 1K

Pairing: Reggie Mantle x Fem!Reader, 2nd person POV

Description: Nobody knows the two of you are dating, until Reggie decides to stake a claim

Warnings: implied sexy things, sneaking around, intimidation

A/N: I’ve written something similar for Frausto from All American, but I wanted to change it up and reuse the idea. No spoilers, as this is just a snippet of time that takes place at Riverdale High and I’m only on season 3 of the show

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You stepped out of the women’s locker room after football practice, your sore muscles aching with every step. You were snug in Reggie’s ‘Riverdale Bulldogs Football’ hoodie, the thought of wearing it in plain sight giving you a little thrill. Nobody knew the two of you were together, and if anyone were to ask about the slightly bigger size to the hoodie, you knew you would just lie and say you’d ordered a bigger size because you wanted it. Not that anyone would ask you about it; being the only girl on the football team was enough to intimidate about two-thirds of your class. It didn’t matter that you were only on the football team because there wasn’t anyone else who’d scored more points than you - or because you wanted the off-season practice outside of soccer - running with the football team gave you a different kind of power in the Riverdale High hierarchy.

Hot Killer by Julia Wolf played through your headphones as you sauntered down the hall to the student lounge, hoping to grab a VigorAde from the vending machine before heading home. You made no acknowledgement of the people there, heading straight for what you wanted.

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“D’you think she can hear us?” Kevin Keller asked, eyeing your turned back.

“Even if she can, what makes you think she’d say anything to us?” Betty shot back, looking to her boyfriend for some support.

“Sometimes I wonder if she realizes that people think she’s scarier than Cheryl Blossom, pre-Toni,” Jughead mused, running a soothing hand up and down Betty’s thigh.

Reggie shifted uncomfortably in his seat, hoping he wasn’t giving anything away. “Guys, she’s not that bad. Serious and intense, yes, but not that bad.”

Archie scoffed and rolled his eyes. “Normally, I’d agree with you about one of our teammates, but she’s just built different. I don’t care that she’s the main reason we beat Centerville last week or that she’s captain of the women’s soccer team when the season is over, I agree with Jug: she’s scary.”

“I’m telling you you’re wrong.” Reggie could feel his anger and frustration rising, unsure why he wanted people he considered friends to like her.

Veronica arched a perfectly-manicured eyebrow. “Methinks the football player doth protest too much.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about!” Reggie huffed, leaning forward. His gaze flickered to your back for the briefest of moments but of course Veronica caught that.

“Vee is right,” Betty muttered, sitting up a little straighter as she put her detective brain to good use.

“What aren’t you telling us, Reg?” Archie prodded, joining in on the questioning.

“I-”

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You smiled to yourself when your favorite flavor of VigorAde dropped down from the machine. You opened it, taking a long swig as you debated whether or not to grab something to eat. It was a stall tactic more than anything; you knew when people were talking about you and this time was no exception - except for the fact that your secret boyfriend happened to be among them.

Your playlist started on the next song, but you subtly pressed pause, wanting to be able to hear what was going down behind your back. You could hear Reggie defending you, your heart constricting at the warmth spreading through your chest. Betty and Veronica were right, you thought, taking another drink of VigorAde, Reggie was definitely protesting too much for someone claiming to just be defending a teammate.

“What aren’t you telling us, Reg?” You heard Archie ask as you finally turned around.

Your gaze met Reggie’s as he opened his mouth to respond. “I-”

“He isn’t lying to you, Andrews,” you cut in, drawing attention to yourself now. “There’s nothing to tell.”

Reggie’s eyes narrowed as he studied you, and you couldn’t tell if he was hurt or confused or both. The two of you had previously made a pact to keep your relationship a secret, but lately he’d been hinting at the possibility of going public. “Like hell there isn’t,” he growled, standing up and stalking towards you. To anyone else it would be scary or intimidating, but you knew Reggie better than anyone - even Moose, he’d confessed to you one - and knew that this was all just for show. He reached out and placed a hand on your cheek so softly that it took every ounce of your willpower not to close your eyes and lean into his touch. “Care to tell the truth?”

Calmly, you reached up and grabbed Reggie’s wrist, taking his hand off your cheek. “You really wanna do this right here, right now?”

Reggie shrugged, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. “It’s as good a time as any, I’d say. Unless you’re scared?”

The challenge in his tone had you rising to the occasion, always fighting to prove yourself and Reggie knew that. “Me? Scared? Never.”

“Prove it,” Reggie smirked, both hands grabbing your hips and pulling you flush against him. “Kiss me. Show everyone you’re mine and I’m yours.”

“Okay, okay,” Kevin’s voice rang out as he stood up, reminding you that it wasn’t just you and Reggie in the student lounge. “This has gone on long enough, and I, for one, don’t want to be witness to whatever the hell this weird sexual power dynamic is that’s happening.”

You rolled your eyes. “Oh shut up, Keller.” That interruption had been all you needed to get your shit together, dragging Reggie down for a public heated kiss.

When the kiss ended, Reggie pressed his forehead against yours as he tried to catch his breath. “Fuck,” he whispered, swallowing hard, “that was-”

“I know,” you replied, giggling. “Guess the cat’s out of the bag now, huh?” You peered over your no-longer-secret boyfriend’s broad shoulders to marvel at the shocked faces in front of you. “What are you all gawking at?!” You questioned, your intimidating persona back with a vengeance.

The group got up to leave and Reggie turned to his friends. “I’ll catch up with you later.”

Once it was just the two of you alone in the student lounge after hours, Reggie took your hand and led you to the couch, sitting back and manspreading so you had no choice but to straddle him. His hands returned to your waist, sliding up underneath his hoodie. “Now,” he murmured, his voice thick with lust, “where were we?”

#reggie mantle x reader #reggie mantle x you #reggie mantle x femal reader #reggie mantle x fem!reader #reggie mantle fanfiction #reggie mantle fanfic #riverdale fanfic #riverdale fanfiction #reggie mantle fluff #reggie mantle smut #reggie mantle imagine #reggie mantle imagines

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perfectlywrongformend3s · 2 years

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Bass Player- Reggie Peters

A/n: You wrote a song for someone, but you kept it secret from everyone cause you didn’t want them to tease you. But Luke found it and showed everyone else.

Well, I may have changed some things about it so it’s not really like this description. Also I didn't know how to end it so I really hope the ending is good.

Song: Pierra

Written: Ryn Weaver

-Samantha

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Your POV

I was sitting in the studio writing my song that made me think of my crush. I know that I could never go out with him being a ghost, so I thought that I would write a song.

‘I danced in the desert, in the pouring rain,

Dark with the devil and forgot my name,

Woke with somebody when the morning came,

No one there to shame me for my youth,

‘Cause I wouldn’t be with you.’

After writing those lyrics down I started thinking of another verse. Before I knew it my hand started writing out my next verse.

‘ And then I found me a lover who could play the bass,

He’s kind of quiet, but his body ain’t…’

Before I could finish writing I heard the boys talking among themselves. I quickly hid my papers and then started just tapping random notes on the piano.

“ Hey Y/n/n.” Alex shouted

I let out a small laugh and said…

“ Hi.”

Luke came over and sat next to me. He just kept his eyes on me like he knew something, I don’t know which got me really curious.

So I stopped playing the piano and gave him my full attention. All he did was just give me a huge smile. I made a confused face, which just got a laugh out of him and the other two.

“ What.” I asked

Luke then looked over at Reggie and Alex. I groaned over them and I then let out an annoyed sigh.

“ Luke, come on! Tell me!.” I said kind of whining

He looked back over at me and opened his mouth.

“ Who’s the song for?”

I looked confused. “ What song?”

He rolled his eyes and played the melody that I was playing. I tried not to be nervous because then they all could tell I would be lying.

“ Um…it’s for no one. Why would you think it would be for someone?”

I looked at all of them and they all shrugged their shoulders.

“ No reason.” Luke states

I just gave him a smile, before saying…

“ Well could I finish my song in some peace then please.”

All of them nodded and headed out the door.

Luke’s POV

Once the boys and I were outside I stopped walking because I wanted to hear more of the song.

“ Dude!” Alex whispered shouted at me

I looked over at him. “ What?” I whispered

He did the ‘come over here’ motion with his hand. I mentally groaned and walked over to them.

“ We are not spying on her!” He told me

I frowned…” But I think I know who the song is about.”

He rolled his eyes while Reggie just looked really confused.

“ Who’s the song about Luke?”

I stopped paying attention to Alex and looked at Reggie I then smirked and winked at him.

“ You.” I said

Reggie looked shocked. “ Me.” he said pointing to himself

I smiled and nodded while Alex patted his back. He then raced over to the doors quietly to listen to the song.

Alex groaned, but followed us over to listen.

Your POV

I watched them walk out the doors to make sure they actually left before going back into my writing.

‘Says he can’t believe he found me,

Wraps his arms around me,

Yeah-eah, eah-eah-eah-yeah,

I can’t let him in,

You call me up and ask me how I’ve been,

I’ll call your bluff and,

Keep on telling, telling, telling you lies,

No, I can’t let him in,

You play me rough, but I won’t let you win,

So, call my bluff, I’ll-’

Right when I was going to write another line I heard a car door slam. So I thought ‘Julie must be home’ Right after I thought of that she walked in the studio.

“ Hey Y/n/n! What are you working on?” She asked

I smiled, “ A song.” I respond

She got all happy and asked if she could hear it. I smiled and nodded my head cause I could never say no to her.

I played the song from the top to right where I stopped. I then glanced up at her. She had a huge smile on her face.

“ Oh no!” I said

She looked concerned…

“ What?”

“ Not you too!” I exclaimed

She let out a small giggle, “ Did the guys come in here to bother you.”

I nodded, which made her laugh more. Once she calmed down she asked…

“ Okay, but hear me out. Is this song about Reg-” I cut her off with a nod

She squealed and started gushing about me and Reggie. “ Awe! That’s so cute!”

Reggie's POV

After we saw Julie walk in the studio we headed back over to see what was going on. Right when we got there we all heard the last word Julie said…

“ Song about Reg-”

I looked at both Luke and Alex with wide eyes. Luke smiled and slapped my back gently. Alex made a go get your girl while Luke was trying to push me closer to the door. I was standing right in front of the door. I got nervous about talking to Y/n. I don’t know why I am. But once I got the confidence to knock to let them know that I was coming in.

I heard a “ come in” from both of them

I tried my best to not be nervous while making my way over to them.

“ Hey guys.” I said

Julie smiled at me while Y/n avoided my eyes. I frowned and asked…

“ Um…Julie, could you give us some space.”

She nodded and walked kind of fast. Once she was out the door I grew the courage to ask…

“ So..um. You wrote a song about me.”

She shyly nodded her head. I couldn’t help the smile on my face.

“ The song is so amazing. I’ve never had someone write me a song before.”

She finally glanced at me. “ Thank you.” She said softly

“ Um…can I hear it?” I asked

She patted the seat next to her and joined her on the bench. And so begins and it made me fall in love with her even more.

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wandawiccan60 · 2 years

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"That's A Wrap!!!"

A Reggie Kray X Abigail Hathorne(FemOC) One-Shot

***LIT SMUT***

A/N: Hey everyone I hope you all are doing good and yes I haven't posted much I actually wanted to take a little "break" and also just haven't been feeling myself lately. But I wanted to give you guys a new One-Shot. And this time finally I'm touching on my favorite gnagster of all time, Reggie Kray. I actually was daydreaming about this piece of cinema a couple of days ago and I said "Reggie and his GF making love in the movies?" what an idea right? And here it is and I hope you all enjoy this short and fun short story of Reggie and Abigail. Again thank you all for the support and please comment and reblog it'll mean a lot for me and my blog as a whole. Thank you to each and every one of you guys love you guys to death. As always guys please enjoy and see you in the next post. See Ya!!!!

MORE OF THE PRINCE OF EAST LONDON???X👈🏻(If you want to go out with him Saturday night?💞💓😇)

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Word Count: 4,520

WARNING 18+ ONLY!!!: Mentions of Violence, Some Graphic Blood, Mentions of Trauma, Death, Gang Affiliations, Fluff, and Lit SMUT

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Abigail and Reggie had been together for almost a year since he laid eyes on her that night at The Esmeralda’s Barn. It was very unexpected for Abigail to encounter the notorious and fearful prince gangster of East London. She was solely focused on getting herself a quick drink to enjoy the many cheerful sounds of the people surrounding her. In her perspective, she never had a single thought of ever finding a man in a place such as The Esmeralda’s Barn. But that thought alone would change her point of view of men when she met Reggie that same night when he step foot inside the hall of the club.

It happened so quickly when Abigail was sitting alone at the bar counter while drinking her second cup of red wine since she got there. She didn’t notice his presence after she heard that smooth, charming, and yet booming voice he possesses once Abigail eyed him sideways.

“Two gins like usual,” Reggie said while he took out his pack of cigarettes, placing one between his lips as he lit it up with his small gold light.

Abigail suddenly felt chills running down her spine as she caressed the top of the cup with her right finger. Lost in her thoughts, however, the man behind the bar came back with some drinks that they accidentally tumbled in front of Abigail. Making her gasp, and stood up on her feet at the cold liquid now all over her long sleeve dark brown dress.

“I’m deeply sorry miss, please let me help you clean that for you,” the bartender said in a panicked and stuttering voice, trying to find a towel for Abigail to dry herself up.

“You mate, yea, FUCK OFF NOW!!!” said Reggie, shouting out at the young man behind the counter. He didn’t question him back and did what he was told.

Some people around her were looking on, suddenly feeling embarrassed as her cheeks became red as blood.

“Sweetheart, you alrigh’? Come on, I’ll escort you to the ladies’ room so you can get yourself clean up, yea? And I’m sorry abou’ that young lad, he is a bit of a clumsy bastard but he won’t be coming back here anymore now. But I am terribly sorry abou’ that love,” the tall man said as he was then handed a small wet towel from Albert as he gently placed it against her dress.

“No, it is alright. It’s not a big deal this happened to me before, believe me, but thank you, good sir,” Abigail said as she and Reggie made their way through the crowd making their way to the bathroom.

“Sir? Did you just call me sir? That is actually very cute of you there love, from now on alrigh’ you will only call me by my first name. And that is Reggie, not sir, yea? Especially for a lovely-looking woman like you, that seems so pure and innocent just by looking into your eyes,” he said as Abigail gave a smile at his nice compliment.

After about an hour later of cleaning her dress to the best of her ability, she then made her way out of the ladies’ room. To her surprise, Reggie was there waiting for her all this time, which made her feel a bit confused.

“Reggie, were you really waiting for me all this time? Why?” Abigail said in a shy tone as he took another drag from his white cigarette and let out a slow and smooth blow.

“Because why not?” he said, making a small shrug of his shoulders as he walked his way to her, taking another puff of his cigarette, “I wanted to know you looked good and well, you are pretty much alone around here. Wanted to ask if maybe if you don’ mind I be some company for you tonight if that is something you wish to have?”

Abigail didn’t know what to say about this unexpected request from someone as handsome as Reggie did. She then bit her bottom lips lightly, trying to accept his request or reject him, since Abigail felt like it wasn’t what she wasn’t expecting tonight. She never really had any boys come up to her and ask her for a drink or a dance since she got there at the club. Abigail was thinking of leaving after she got her second cup of wine until Reggie came along tonight.

“Well, I was thinking of leaving right now but… actually…,” Abigail’s words trailed off for a second while collapsing her hands together once again, feeling her face flushed red again.

She could feel Reggie’s warm presence as he took in another puff from his cigarette as he side smiled in her direction.

“How abou’ this then yea? Would you like to go out with me sometime this week, like maybe Saturday night? I can take you on a nice dinner date and I’ll let you choose whatever place you like. If that is something you might like and be interested in and also if you feel comfortable, of course. It is up to you, darlin’, and if you say no, I’ll respectfully take your word, love.”

Before Abigail could speak again, a gentleman with a very nice-looking suit and his light brown hair combed smoothly back on his head, then disrupted them.

“Reggie Jack is here, and he wants to speak to ya, and he said it’s urgent too,” the man said as he noticed Abigail in front of him, “Oh my apologizes miss for the interruption, I’ll see you in a bit Reg.”

Reggie just nodded his head as the man left them alone again, seeing his facial expression change, looking a bit disappointed at being called for.

“I must go now love, I’m very sorry to leave you soon. If you want to find me and need anything, I’ll be sitting with my brother at a corner table booth. Again I must apologize miss… I’m sorry, what’s your name dear?”

“Abigail, my name is Abigail Hathorne, but you can just call me Abi for sort,” she said, giving Reggie a small smile.

“Abigail, well, that is quite a lovely name. I like it a lot. It was a pleasure to meet you then and again. I apologize for leaving you in such circumstances, really. But you have a lovely nigh’ love,” Reggie said as he now made his way down the small brown-lit hallway until Abigail called out to him and placed a hand on his left forearm.

“Reggie wait, I… I accept your date with you and what do you say maybe 7:30 at night at most? And if that hour fits for you, then as well?” she said, feeling nervous now that she quickly welcomed his offer.

Reggie did that same attractive side smile at her, and Abigail looked away for a moment.

“Of course Abi, Saturday night at 7:30 in the evening. I’ll be there for you then. Would you like another drink with me, love hmm?” he said as he searched for those brown almond eyes that he had been growing fond of since this entire night.

“Hehe… I would love that very much Mr. Kray,” she said as she looked up at his astonishing brown dark eyes, which he then gave her a quick wink.

“Right this way than Ms. Hathorne.”

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Having a movie date night was one of the best things that Abigail enjoyed the most when Reggie wasn’t away from work. She already knew what type of business Reggie and older brother Ronnie were into, not really minding how much blood and bones were being broken or shed. Especially that one night when he was released from prison, he and Ronnie got into a terrible fight with each other. Finding out that Ronnie was going overboard and fucking their entire system while he was away made Reggie infuriated, and they got into a bloody fight. Abigail felt devastated at seeing both brothers fight almost each other to death, but after all, they were still brothers by blood in the end.

Reggie afterward felt terrible that Abigail had to witness such a thing, but she didn’t mind it for one bit since she had seen that type of violence growing up with her older brother Vincent.

Back in Manhattan, where she and her family used to live, wasn’t such a pleasant and welcoming area. Filled with lots of poverty, violence, drugs, and alcohol, and almost everywhere she would go there would be girls hanging out on the sidewalks. Her brother Vincent was a good boy, the best brother she could ever have and asked for. But he did some things that no young boy isn’t supposed to do at such a young age. Vincent joined a gang for a small period, where he had to beat the living hell out of anybody that his boss would tell him to do. He has seen things that made him have nightmares almost every night that her parents didn’t know what to do with him. They didn’t know about his little secret about him being in a gang, but Abigail was the only one who knew about his secret troubles. It saddened Abigail to see her big brother go through such multiple traumas, knowing that she kept it between herself and Vincent. One time she accidentally stumbled upon his brother hitting this other young boy in an alley when she went out with a friend. She remembered really clearly how the boy’s face was covered in both his and Vincent’s blood and she felt disgusted to see such a thing. Vicent realized her little sister and her friend as he then gave the big another big hit, making him go out old and tumbled down to the cold pavement floor. He took out a small red towel as he cleaned his bloody knuckles while Abigail’s friend breathed in and out uncontrollably. Abigail only stood there quiet and frightened to see his brother do such horrifying things, not knowing what to think about his actions. Abigails’s friend only ran away from the gruesome scene while Vincent took Abigail’s left arm gently. They walked their way down to an ice cream shop where they would hang out most of the time. Vincent knew inside of his heart he felt terrible to know her sister had to see him that way.

“Abi, hey, look, I’m sorry that you had to see what I did to that boy. You were not meant to see that at all, but I promise you something right now. I will go clean after I win a good amount of money, no matter how much I have to stay. Please don’t tell mom and pops about this too because I know you won’t say a single word of this. Can you do that for me, Little Abi?” he said as he took a spoonful of his vanilla ice cream. Abigail only nodded her head shyly as she was picking out her strawberry ice cream with her spoon.

“Do you really mean it, Vincent, about you going clean? And cross your heart that you will do it whenever you get enough money for us to get out of here?” Abigail said sometime later as she was finishing her ice cream.

“I promise I am being serious with you, dear sister. I cross my heart,” he said, making an X on his chest with his finger, believing in his words.

Mostly when it came to the money, he would store it away in a secret redwood box he hid inside the walls of his room. Promising his sister that one day he and hopefully his parents would understand that they will move out of Manhattan and live a better life than where they were.

“You will never have to worry about those scary bastards that you hear from outside your room window. We will get out of here no matter what Little Abi, I promise you so much,” he would say one night as he showed her his secret box where the money was stashed.

She patiently waited for Vincent to do the dirty work that he did for his boss. Some weeks later, Vincent however turned his life around after he came back home one night later. He realized he wanted more than just a life of corruption and violence, and risking himself between life and death. So he then had the courage to tell his boss that he quit and wanted nothing to do with him and the rest of the gang. His boss didn’t take it nicely, but he let Vincent go.

He then got himself back to school, trying to get a degree in something better and wanting to make his family proud to see his oldest son graduate strong. Abigail was very grateful and relive to see him strive in school instead of seeing him in the streets. However, it wasn’t easy to get what he dreamed of and wanted for himself and for his little sister and parents. Until one day, they found her brother dead in a small obscured alleyway around Manhattan. Abigail didn’t lose just a big brother but a best friend, a mentor, and a protector that she will never get back for all eternity. She knew who her killer or killers might have been, but after the police were finding and searching for her brother’s killers. Suddenly, they also were found dead. Their bodies were hanged under a small bridge as their own blood dripped down to their shoes. There wasn’t any justice in her brother’s death but only grief and loss of someone she was close to and someone who promised her a better life than where they all were.

After two months after the death of Vincent, Abigail and her parents moved out. Ending up going to London out of all places, she and her mother were confused about why his father thought it was better to live in London other than in America. Her father found it would be a fresh start and be away from all the terrible violence around where they lived. He thought it seemed like a better choice and this made her mother upset and thought about it for quite some time. And so that is where she is now and to her surprise, found herself again in the world that she grew up in. But Reggie, however, was another man that she didn’t expect, and also he reminds her too much of Vincent. Reggie is very overprotective of Abigail going out by herself when she had to go to the marketplace or when she just walked her way to work. She found it annoying at first to see Albert and another young gentleman named Frank outside of her front door. But after some time going by, she got used to them being there and then offered their rides to take her anywhere she desired.

Reggie and Abigail then walked their way to the ticket booth and paid for two tickets for the film Cleopatra. Inside the dark, dimly lit theater room, they sat down on the seats where the projector was above them. As they got comfortable with each other, he then looked at Abigail as he gave her a soft small smile, giving her a small kiss on her small sweet lips. She then leaned back for a moment, smiling as bright as the sun.

“Do you want me to get any treats or popcorns for you, babe?” Reggie asked in a whisper, caressing her soft skinny cheek with his hand.

“I”m alright my Reggie thank you, I’m happier that you are here with me, especially on nights like these,” she said placing her hand against his large strong hand, which he chuckled giving her another big kiss on top of her head.

As the lights dimmed, the movie then played. Abigail rested her head against Reggies’ broad chest.

When the movie continued playing sometime later, there was a romance scene that appeared in front of their eyes. Abigail then gave a small kiss on Reggie’s right cheek. Feeling those sweet lips of hers made him feel goosebumps through his body. While having his right arm wrapped around her tiny shoulders, he then softly cupped her chin with his left hand as he gave her a deeper kiss than the first one. Hearing the background audio and music of the movie, their kiss became passionate, sensual, and overall erotic. Abigail placed both of her hands on the side of his face. Reggie caressed her right leg with his hand. Their tongues then dance smoothly between thrift mouths. She let out a quiet moan, making Reggie kiss the side of her neck, biting her bottom lips at his kiss.

“Reggie…,” she whispered next to his left ear, nibbling his ear as he continued to leave small kisses on her neck down to her left shoulder.

“You like that, don’ you, my little princess?” Reggie said seductively in a whisper, making Abigail get goosebumps through her now warm body.

His hand made its way underneath her black shirt, feeling her silky lingerie panties craving to touch what’s beyond the small material. Abigail let out a soft gasp once she felt his hand caress soothingly against her white panties, giving him those hypnotic eyes that made Reggie go mad. Those familiar begging eyes that Reggie has known already for a while, then move his hand inside of her. Feeling her wet, sloppy pussy between his fingers made Abigail tilt her slowly back. She felt like she was above the clouds, as Reggie tried his best to unbutton her dark blue blouse with his free hand. All the while, she felt one of his fingers thrust in and out of her wet walls, as she then reached for his now aching budge with her right hand. This made Reggie bite gently down on her now exposed collarbone as Abigail caressed and rubbed his hard crotch with her small hand.

“You want me to go down on my knees like a naughty slut? While I take in your hard, lovely cock of yours inside my dirty mouth, babe?” she said devilishly seductively, leaving a small hickey on her left shoulder.

Reggie then thrust another two more fingers inside of her, making her gasp louder, which he quickly covered her mouth with his right hand.

“Shhhh quiet love,” he said in a whisper as he looked around the theater to see if anyone was around to their surprise they were the only ones there tonight, “You so fuckin’ wicked my little horny spawn, get on your fuckin knees and give daddy some love hmm?”

“Yes daddy, your wish is mine to command,” Abigail said as she slowly made her way down between his legs, she took her small and yet lovely tits of hers out from her small white bra.

Reggie bite his lips together once he saw Abigail’s nice, small, and round chest while she unbuckled his black belt. Once she got the belt unbuckled, she then went on with his zipper while she gave him a tantalizing look while excavating out his lovely long wood.

“Just like baby, take out that enormous cock so it can feel that hot and lovely slutty mouth of yours,” he said while caressing her long silky black hair with his hand, as Abigail did what she was told.

Feeling the cool air around his erected bulge, Abigail bites her lips while letting out a small chuckle, knowing what was yet to come. She gently thrust his length with her right hand as she gave a few small kisses on the top of his cock’s head. While her other hand massaged his small yet smooth balls as she then licked the head of his dick. She then slowly consumed his cock with her mouth, making Reggie groan quietly as he felt her warm mouth go lower and lower on him. Abigail then gently bobbed her head up and down in a lovely rhythm while having both of her hands now thrust between his length. All the while licking and sucking Reggie like there is no tomorrow.

“Fuckin’... shit… Abi… oh babe yes, yes,” Reggie moans out, quietly closing his eyes in concentration, feeling many erotic emotions throughout his tingling body.

She picked up the pace as she then deep throat him as she felt the side of her mouth drip a bit of saliva, not caring if her red lipstick makeup gets sloppy. Her thrusting and sucking became faster while she also closed her eyes in concentration, knowing that she wants to make her king burst sooner than she wanted him to. Feeling his insides were building up more and more, he then tighten his eyes harder as he grabbed a fist of her black hair with his right hand. This made Abigail get even faster than she now felt the tip of his cock all the way behind her throat.

“FFFFUCCKKKK!!!! yea, yea, yea, don’t stop babe, don’ stop,” he said medium loud tone, as he was breathing in and out feeling her moaning vibrations around his cock.

Abigail went faster until in a few seconds his wet and tasty white milk burst inside of her, making her bob her head slowly. Consuming every bit of his heavenly milk inside of her mouth. Abigail’s mouth was now filled with Reggie’s semen as she teasingly opened her mouth to show his man how much she has inside. This only made Reggie get harder while his beautiful angel was being a joker and yet naughty at the same. She then swallowed everything whole as he gave her another deep kiss, tasting a few of his own fluids between his lips.

“Now, you sit back and let me take care of my queen now yea?” he said as he gave another peck on her lips, which Abigail giggled, knowing it was her turn to be his toy now.

He then looked around the room once more to see if anyone was around, but in relief, there was no soul to be seen. The movie then continued playing in the background, while Abigail pulled her panties down as she felt the material down against her ankles. Making herself sit more comfortable against the seat, Reggie then lifted a bit of her black skirt. Abigail desperately wanted Reggie’s wet tongue to lick her out, knowing how much she can’t resist right now. Reggie caressed her right cheek as they smiled at each other.

“You’re my good girl aren’t you, my little Abi?” He said as he caressed his thumb gently against her cheek.

“Yes, my love, I am your only good girl in this world and you are mine to claim and have. I love you, Reggie Kray,” she said, kissing his hand and giving a side smile towards him.

“Well, let me take care of you now. Would you like that, my sweet Angel?” He said teasing as he reached further between her legs, biting her lips together to resist a smile and a chuckle.

Abigail simply nodded her head, and Reggie now reached where he wanted to be. He started slow once he inserted two fingers inside her lovely wet canal, making Abigail moan out quietly. Reggie massaged her right tit with his free hand while thrusting into her pussy ever so lovingly.

“Hmmm… Reggie please… don’t stop just like that make me feel like a dirty whore you want me to be,” she said rearing her head back, feeling his tongue licking around her sensitive clit.

Reggie licked the place up as he thrust and lick in a wonderful rhythm while Abigail closed her eyes, seeing some black spots around. She felt so much like she was in heaven loving how Reggie would treat her to her sinful desires that had grown to love. Anytime or anywhere, she and Reggie would always try to have time for each other, and no matter where they make love to each other. What Abigail cared about the most wanted to be close to him and have his warm body be against hers. Felt at home, safe in his arms, happy, and overall, a life that she expected to have with a man like Reggie.

Abigail felt so many tingles through her body as Reggie worked on his speed as his tongues twirled and nibbled around her clit. She knew she was this close to reaching her climax when Reggie thrust his fingers as he looked up at her beautiful face.

“Who do you belong to, hmm? Tell me who this little cunt and this slut belong to?” He said as he placed a gentle hand around her white neck as he thrust his three fingers in and out of her, making her curl her toes together.

“Ohhh fuck Reggie… I belong to you… ohhhh… I’m your only slut… for you to fuck me… and, oh god I’m about to come,” she said couldn help but love how her pussy was building itself up to her and burst out her juices.

Reggie then tightens his hand around her neck, making fingers thrust deeper inside of wet walls until she can’t resist the temptation. Abigail then came around his fingers, feeling her face flush red riding her organs around his large fingers. They both breath heavily for a moment once Reggie takes his fingers out of her now undone pussy. He licks her juices off with his tongue that sting a bit of a sweet hint that he only knew. Abigail giggled at seeing Reggie do such a naughty thing that he then placed his fingers in her mouth to lick off the rest of her juices. She erotically licked and suck his fingers while giving those devilish eyes in his direction. This made Reggie feel hard between his legs, once again loving her nice little tongue playing around his fingers.

The finale of the movie then came to an ending as the projector and the theater then lit up a bit, realizing that the film was over. Abigail quickly put her panties on again while Reggie buckled his belt around.

“That a Wrap, as they say in the movie industry,” Abigail said jokingly, making Reggie let out a small chuckle finally zipping his trousers.

“Don’t be such a joker love, come on, let’s get out here. Don’t you think this isn’t the last scene of our movie not yet? Because there is a continuation after this little misbehaved young lady has been very, very mischievous. Because she doesn’t realize she has a little surprise that her Prince Charming wants to give to her. What do you say, my darling? Are you ready for the big finale of this story of ours?” Reggie said, cupping her face with his hands and giving her another sweet, small kiss.

“I would love to know very much about my lovely king,” Abigail said as they made their way out of the theater excitedly, looking forward to seeing where this would go to.

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garfieldsladybird · 2 years

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a day — Regulus black.

Warnings — fluff. 1.2k words. reggie calls reader his little bird but that doesn’t mean reader is little. refers to you having a chest but doesn’t say how big your boobs are. A lengthy paragraph of why reggie is a butterfly.

Regulus black x reader.

Summary — Leading up to a date with Your 🦋.

Prompt: “Oh my god, you smell so good.”

a/n: Reader could be in his house but also could be a Ravenclaw. this was a James Potter fic before but I love reggie more, sorry jamie. 😽😽 first regulus black piece also. I feel like this is cringe… this isn’t how I wanted it to turn out ps.

Credits: This is my work. It is to not be plagiarized. I do not own hp or the marauders era, I do not own regulus black. This is all fanfiction.

Moodboard, navigation, Masterlist.

You both had spent the day together, away from everyone else and their business.

It was also because Reg has been on the quidditch team’s ass for the past few weeks especially with being captain this year and also because they lost last year cause of the old captain. But two days ago when he came back to the common room after dinner he realized that he hadn’t seen you all day. You weren’t at dinner and he didn’t really have classes with you that day, and he also had practice after class. It was only glances and quick heys.

He waited in the common room with his friends to see if you would come by that night but never did he see you. You didn’t stay in his dorm as you would usually do. When you did and it would be a day where you guys haven’t been able to talk just the two of you, after doing your nightly routine you guys would just talk about your day and(or) other things.

He didn’t really think much of it but he did think of what has happened in the past few days and weeks. He remembered you were studying when he came back after quidditch practice in the afternoon and that was most days. He was wondering if you fell asleep studying and that's why you weren’t there, but his eyes started fluttering shut, not able to keep them open any longer after the practice he had with the team.

The morning after, he made sure to greet you with a “Good morning, my love.” and to give you a kiss on the cheek when you sat next to him. And made sure you had food on your plate as you did with him.

You had most of the same classes together that day and in potions, you were also conveniently partners, so it was inevitable that he was with you all day, kinda like usual. Later after class was well over, you both were sitting in the library and he had proposed- suggested, that the two of you were to do something together, like a date. Yeah, He asked you out on a date.

Walking around quietly in the library trying to find a potion book that you need, Reg was also looking but was following you mostly.

As you were looking through the books you felt him come up behind you, his head resting on your shoulder, his hand on the back of your waist, his face in your neck making you feel and hear him take a deep breath, “Oh my god, you smell so good.” He says in a whisper releasing the breath, quite breathless, his arms wrapping around you pulling you closer, goosebumps rising on your neck already feeling the smile on his lips.

“Thanks,” your smile widened once hear that a few chuckles skipped your lips when you felt him take a deep breath, “It's a new scent I got,” your hands grabbed his hands, leaning back on him.

“Well, I love it.” he says giving you neck kisses, while you were reading the back of a book, “So, I was thinking-”

“That's never good.”

“Hey! I was thinking, how about.. you and I hang out tomorrow? just us two.” He said trying to find the right words.

“We do that every day,” you say in a whisper, turning around in his arms, your hands on his chest, to give him a look with a smile.

“Yeah, but uh something special…” He chuckled nervously looking into your eyes.

“Oh! Are you asking me out on a date?” You ask with a smile, kind of happy you can still make him nervous and that he was still doing this.

“Yes! Yes, I am.” He responds with a smile, relieved with the smile on your face but still not knowing what it meant, pulling you closer by the waist.

“Well, I would love to go on a date with you!”

Regulus had the whole day planned. Seeing as it was Saturday, there were no classes and everyone was doing their things. You both slept in missing breakfast, but after some lovely time spent exploring each other‘s bodies and cleaning up via showering together, Regulus took you on a picnic.

The place the picnic was set was gorgeous, it was by the black lake and today was the best day to have lunch outside. It was nice and cool, lots of clouds and sunny but you had shade from a tree and the water was really pretty.

After exploring what kind of food he brought and eating most of them, you’re now laying down with regulus laying his head on your chest, your right hand gently combing through his luscious curls that you hope he has as growing older, you both staring up at clouds. Once again at peace.

Seeing a cloud drift from another one now making a form like of bird, a smile unconsciously spreads on your face while you talk, “Oh! look Reggie its a bird!” pointing at it with your left hand for a second.

“There's birds everywhere, my love.” He mumbles out, a calming look on his face as he leans more into your chest, kissing your wrist as it was in front of him, loving the feeling of playing with his hair.

“No, it's a cloud this time!”

“Really? where?” he asks out of curiosity, opening his eyes and seeing you point at it after he asks, “Oh it does look like a bird!” he says with a smile on his face, the smile now being buried into your chest while he looks up to you, “Your my little bird.”

“I like being your little bird,” you respond softly, eyes meeting as your hand tucks a curl behind his ear to which he leans more into you. “Can you be something of mine?”

“What am I of yours?” he mumbles into you, it wouldn’t have been heard from your ears if he wasn’t this close.

“Wait! does it have to be an animal, can it be an insect?” you ask first.

“oh no...” he shakes his head, chuckling.

“Its nothing bad, you would just be a butterfly,” you explain softly with a smile.

“Why a butterfly?” He asks out of curiosity despite him laughing.

“Well, for a butterfly to become a butterfly they go through different transformations to get there. It’s first the egg, then the caterpillar, to chrysalis, and then the adult butterfly, or an adult moth. But all four stages are very unique to all butterflies cause all butterflies are different... I don’t know where I’m going with this but at the beginning of it all, butterflies aren't born beautiful, maybe not outwardly but inwardly. Either you can become a moth or a butterfly. And you, Regulus are my butterfly.” You start this by using your left fingers to count the stages before making eye contact with him, laughing nervously, not knowing what you were trying to say but still trying to find a way to explain. In the end, you said what you wanted to say.

“I love you! I love you so much!” He says lifting up to kiss you hard, a sound coming out of you from the surprise, his hands cupping your face but he pulled away just as fast as his lips were on you, “I will gladly be your butterfly!”

“and I will gladly be your bird!”

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reggieservices · 2 years

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Hiii omg i'm kinda bored rn so if you want, send in story ideas you guys would like to see, ideas you want to talk abt, or just random headcannons you have of the boys!!! I am slowly working on the requests you guys have sent in, please be a little patient 🤞 anyone feel free to say/ask anything, sfw or nsfw<33

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scover-va · 2 years

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It occurred to me while I was writing the tags for my last post, but. Does Reggie have a last name?? Like not in canon, I know we’re not given one, just,,,in-universe. Like almost all of the main characters have surnames (save for Weasel Kid and Bryce. Unless ‘Kid’ IS his surname. Tho he might also use ‘Shrewd’ as a last name considering Mr. Shrewd is basically his dad and you put the title before the surname usually. FPP is debatable but since in the WW section of Walk he’s named ‘Lionel Snill’ I’ll say it counts) but we’re never given one for him. Like. Would his surname just be related to Rootbeer Tender? Or since he’s based on Barry, would his surname automatically be Wilkinson? Would it be Snill because little kid Lionel didn’t know his beloved grandpa had a different surname? I think it’d be pretty fucked up if his surname was Snill. Because then no matter how dead Lionel Snill is, he’s always there in some way. Because Reggie can’t just magically get rid of his surname, especially when any legal system the world has would be run by Gameworks, which he can’t go to for several reasons. Lionel Snill may be dead, but Reggie’s got a constant reminder that that was basically your grandson, who hurt you and abandoned you, who you’re always tied to no matter how hard you try to escape and destroy that connection. I dunno. I think that’d be pretty shitty for him

#scov.txt #whoo boy i went from fluff to angst real quick between my last post and this one #but OUGH. i apparently like making this game worse for me <3 #by worse i mean angstier and more mentally ill-y. i love it so so so so much it just makes me so fucking sad #the hex #on a lighter note. bryce’s name. it’s officially listed as Chef Bryce.#imagine his first name is chef but he just goes by his last name #ik chef in this case is a title akin to doctor. but like. imagine #granted by that logic s@do’s first name would be Dark. so #okok im done now. tldr rip to reggie lmaooo

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pattersonsleeves · 2 years

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𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 !!

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(last updated: august 10th, 2022)

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a-reverii · 4 months

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▸ PEOPLE HELP THE PEOPLE⌇regulus black.

› pairing ━ ꒰ regulus black x reader ꒱

› in which ━ ꒰ regulus had been avoiding you and you come to discover why. ꒱

› content warning ━ ꒰ allusions to bad family life ; hurt / comfort ; angst ; talk of voldemort and some things that entail ; mention of cigarette usage. ꒱

› word count ━ ꒰ 1 . 1k ꒱

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IT WAS COLD. Much too cold to be outside. Rain drenched everything in sight, leaving the castle and its grounds damp and dull. The trees and the grass did not stand tall nor mighty as they usually did, but shrunk against one another, waiting for the grey clouds to clear, fearing they never would.

It was for this very reason that all the students remained inside, whether chatting in their common rooms or getting comfortable in their dorms. Cozy, dry, warm. All but one particular boy.

A certain rebel by the name of Regulus Black sat just on the edge of a balcony, uncaring that the wind may suddenly change course or that the rain would grow ever stronger. The world to him seemed dark and grim, and in an effort to assuage this thinking he brought with him a single cigarette, the likes of which had nearly lived out its course. He might have before cared that he'd surely return sick given the weather, but to him the cold was a comfort, the rain a friend.

"You've been avoiding me."

The words that fell from your lips were sudden, unbidden, and Regulus startled, had to grip the balcony's railing so as to steady himself and avoid a rather untimely death. It was clear that he hadn't expected another to appear.

When he saw that is was you, a frown curved his lips, and he turned, all in a quite dismissive manner. You might have been less angry had he at least acknowledged you, but he must have thought it too difficult, or perhaps too much of an inconvenience, for he didn't bother.

"I've been trying to talk to you all week, you know that? I've spoken to Evan, Barty, the whole lot. They don't say a word about you."

Silence. Though you expected as much. When Regulus didn't want to converse, he simply didn't. But you wouldn't allow it. Not now.

"Regulus, answer me."

"What do you wish for me to say?"

"I don't know. Something. Anything."

A sigh fell past his lips, and you weren't quite sure whether you wanted to roll your eyes or cry upon catching sight of the solemn expression on his face.

"Please, Reg. I just want to know if something's wrong. You know you can tell me anything," you then said, softening your voice upon the realization that you had no idea what was troubling him so, and that adding to his troubles would do neither you nor him any good.

"Well, that's just it! I can't tell you! I can't tell you anything, for you'd go blabbering to those idiots that you call your friends about it ━ "

"I'd never tell the Marauders if ━ "

"And then everything will be even worse than it already is ━ "

"Reg ━ "

"and you and them would be in more danger than you already are ━ "

"Regulus ━ "

"and I just ━ I can't ━ "

"Regulus!"

He grew silent, and you continued.

"You can't truly believe that I tell them anything? I adore my friends, but there are things that you tell me that I know to keep between just the both of us, and only veritaserum could get them out of me, and even then I'd sow my mouth shut just so they wouldn't know. So, please, tell me. I will not say a word of it."

A shaky breath, a hesitation. Regulus stared at you, his expression earnest. "I got it."

You felt your entire world stop. "You got it?"

"The mark. I got the mark."

An involuntary gasp fell past your lips, and you looked at Regulus, observed his countenance which now made so much sense. You'd feared that perhaps you'd done something wrong, that perhaps he'd gone in yet another one of his fits where he decided that you were much too good for him (though this fit would have been much more dire than the last), but your fears now appeared insignificant when compared to the bitter truth.

"Did they force you?"

"No, that is the worst of it ━ I simply let it happen. I didn't say a word. When it was over, my mother even said she was proud of me, and I was awful enough to smile at it."

"But you're much too young!"

"The dark lord needs as many as he can on his side, now more than ever. When I am finished at Hogwarts, I will be working for him exclusively."

"I ━ Reg, I'm so sorry," you whispered, taking the boy in your arms into a warm embrace, starkly contrasting with the freezing nature of the rain.

A pause, and then, finally:

"You're not angry with me?"

You could never be mad at him. Not truly. Not when he stared at you the way he did, his eyes tender, his voice as delicate as it was now. You had been mad, yes, but seeing him now seemed to ease any sort of anger that you had collected throughout the week of his absence, and now all that was left was a heaping mound of sympathy. How you wished you had his stubbornness, but alas, forgiveness was a virtue that few were willing to give.

"Look, I ━ I know things have been difficult for you as of late, especially with Sirius gone. I won't pretend to know what you're going through, and I won't pretend that it is either easy or simple. From what you've told me of your family and your home ━ well, I don't believe I can judge you when I am unsure if I'd myself have the willpower to simply put up with your parents."

"Truly?"

"I would never lie to you."

The hug tightened, Regulus planting his head on your shoulder and drawing you impossibly nearer. "I cannot even begin to explain what that means to me."

"You needn't. But all that I ask is that you try to fight it ━ this ━ to the best of your capabilities. I know it is neither easy nor simple, but I ━ Regulus, I can't bear the thought of losing you to Voldemort. Please promise me."

"I'll fight, Y/n. I swear it upon my life. I will fight until I can no longer breathe. I promise."

"Until the end?"

"So long as you're by my side, until the very end."

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ellecdc · 17 days

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ELLE !! OMGGGG i read a fanfic based on the movie flipped and i immediately thought of you and how you would eat this trope up or more specifically a childhood best friends to lovers !!

like one day either one or all of the marauders are spending the day with reader then all of a sudden the boys’ hearts start beating a little faster at reader’s laughter or they’re mesmerized by their little subtle quirks and now they’re like “oh fuck… i think i LOVE them love them”

this is not necessarily a request but if you decide to write something like this then YIPPIEEE FLUFF but if not then its just a cute little scenario to think about !!

this was such a sweet idea 🥹 thank you so much for your request 🫶

Sirius Black x gn!reader who he's - oh shit - in love with

Life hadn’t been particularly easy for Sirius.

He was born into a family not out of love but out of obligation.

In fact, he hadn’t ever really known love outside of whatever affection he held for his baby brother until he met his friends.

He’d been beaten, starved, ignored, and tortured into compliance all before the age of 11; and it only continued tenfold upon his return from school after having been sorted into the wrong house.

In fact, a lot about Sirius was wrong.

He had the wrong opinions, the wrong hair, the wrong style, the wrong language, the wrong grades, the wrong loyalty.

Sirius was wrong.

At least that’s what his family would have said.

However, Sirius eventually learned that it wasn’t him who had been wrong all this time; it was them.

And whilst removing them from him was very difficult - seeing as they were the ones who bred and raised him - he felt he was doing a pretty decent job of it.

Unfortunately, that meant leaving his baby brother Regulus, and you, behind.

From as far back as Sirius could remember, everything was always chosen for him; his friends, his interests, his hobbies, the volume of his voice, the clothes he wore, the way he presented himself etcetera, etcetera.

And though that was technically still true of his dedication to his brother and his companionship with you; the two of you were the only good things to have ever come from his life as a Black.

His friendship with you was a cherished one.

Perhaps one of the only people who truly got it; who knew what Sirius went through.

You were the silver lining at every grey and dreary Pureblood Gala and Sacred 28 dinner party.

You were his biggest advocate and protector when it came to his older cousins and the other older Purebloods.

And you were the only reason Sirius could bring himself to flee that horrid night in the summer before sixth year; he could only leave knowing that Regulus would at least still have you.

But it hurt.

It hurt knowing he had left you and Regulus to fend for yourselves.

He felt like a coward; like he betrayed the two people who he cared for most.

And he was still so scared; even now, albeit for different reasons.

He was scared because he was certain that when he returned to Hogwarts that September, you and Regulus would hate him.

But apparently, his fears were wrong too.

Because two weeks before the end of summer; two weeks before you would all be piling onto the Hogwarts Express to return to Scotland, you and Regulus showed up to Potter Manor wearing matching timid grins, yet seemingly no worse for wear.

Somehow, you had gotten yourself and Reggie out of the terror that was your familial homes, and were staying with friends up in Ottery St.Catchpole.

Sirius never really imagined getting to have his cake at all, let alone getting to have his cake and eating it too.

Yet, here he sat on a warm summer evening at Potter Manor with James, Remus, Peter, Reggie, and you around a crackling bonfire among the sounds of peeping frogs and chirping crickets as you told some grandiose story about you and Regulus trekking through a vast field where Regulus stumbled in a hidden hole in the ground and cursed for five minutes straight in both English and French before the two of you laughed so hard that you cried.

Your face was flushed and you were slightly breathless as you narrated your tale; arms flying wildly as you drew a rather descriptive picture of both your surroundings and your actions. Every so often you would reach over to shake Regulus’ shoulder as he hid his face behind his hands, laughing along with you and daring to interrupt if he felt you were overexaggerating some details or not painting him in a flattering enough light.

What was likely a rather stressful and arduous journey across the Southern half of the country seemed to be nothing but a grand adventure as you retold your experience.

Sirius liked that about you; everything was an adventure with you. You never let Regulus or Sirius feel too poorly for themselves for too long, telling them it was going to be great for their character development.

“I think I’m rather well developed already, sweetheart.” He’d grumbled at you once. You laughed like he had something truly funny.

And this was no different. From looking at Regulus, Sirius would never guess he’d just absconded from his volatile, abusive, and downright scary family; Regulus rather looked like he was retelling the happenings of a juvenile prank-filled slumber party (which Sirius would know a thing or two about).

And he looked good. Not like Sirius looked when he first arrived at the Manor; bloodied, bruised, starved, and soaked to the bone. Regulus was healthy, vibrant, and bright. Hopeful.

That’s the effect you had on people; you filled them with hope. Hope that it would be okay, hope that it would be better, hope that one day you might actually deserve the things you so desperately craved.

You had certainly done that for Sirius.

And looking at how good Regulus appeared, he couldn’t deny the same of you.

You were bright, animated, overflowing with a crackling energy and excitement that might even rival James’.

Sirius realised then that you were everything Sirius ever hoped to be.

Bold, assured, daring, caring, vivacious, kind, and so full of love.

And it seemed to him that the way the firelight was currently reflecting off of your face, as if the fire was somehow brighter from just simply being within your proximity, that you were far more beautiful than Sirius remembered you.

He hadn’t realised he’d been remembering you.

He had missed you; quite terribly, at that.

He missed your reassuring words, he missed your soft gazes, he missed your gentle hugs, and he missed the way that just knowing you were within his vicinity eased a ball of tension he hadn’t even realised resided deep within him.

And he missed getting to see you; like this most of all.

Lovely, happy, carefree, and beautiful.

He wondered how he’d gone so long without it.

Was a little over a month considered long? He supposed it didn’t much matter, seeing as it certainly felt that way.

Too long.

Sirius never wanted to go that long without you again. You were too important to him, too precious, too sacred, too-

Oh.

Sirius Black was bloody in love. With you.

Sirius Black was in love with you.

What likely should have sent Sirius spiralling (and certainly would have a little over a month ago) did nothing but cause him to smile softly as you let out a rather boisterous laugh that sounded like a symphony to Sirius’ ears.

And so, it should be commemorated for future generations to come:

Here sat Sirius Black… having his cake and eating it too.

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