#X male reader fluff

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Boyfriend Experience - Rodrick x Male reader

Long-form(ish) headcannons for dating Rodrick; from the start of it to the smut of it Top!Rodrick x Bottom!Reader word count: 1k Nsfw / MDNI ~ amab m!reader / FDNI

The first time he really paid you any mind was at his party. As more and more people left, everyone kinda chilled out and decided on playing a big game of spin the bottle with a dare twist. As the only openly gay guy out of the many players, of course your dare had something to do with a guy; drunk young adults are constantly horny, so makes sense. Rodrick really took notice of you when you were made to sit on his lap for the (long) remainder of the game; and as to avoid any awkwardness, you two made quite a bit of conversation as other people kept doing dares. And after only really talking for half an hour, when the bottle landed on Rodrick, the two of you were dared to kiss - which you did do. And you both enjoyed it.

Rodrick started to crush on you after that party, he'd already debated whether or not he was straight, that experience with you just confirmed it for him really. You also started to crush on the man, who wouldn't though? He's a pretty hot guy and in a band as the drummer! Smash. However, a problem that arose very quickly into the talking stage was that Rodrick did NOT KNOW HOW TO FLIRT. It's not exactly that he didn't have the confidence to try, Rodrick was more than happy to to make many moves on you, they were all just a little awkward or corny - but you couldn't help but find that shit cute. The rocker would always walk you to classes and act as if your class was on his way, even though he wasn't even in your building. And when you'd ask him about it, Rodrick would take the opportunity to more blatantly flirt, but whatever words would come out of his mouth would always make you laugh rather than blush... "I go outta my way for ya 'cause a face like that is worth a thousand words~" "Haha... that doesn't even make sense" Rodrick's flirting did seriously improve after the two of you started dating; or maybe you're just seeing it through rose-coloured glasses. The man's flirts are still dorky or stupid but they tend to make more sense now; plus, Rodrick prefers to show his affection via physical touch anyways. You two will be at a party and your emo-of-a-boyfriend will already be hugging onto your waist and pulling you onto his lap; his arms snug around your waist, with either his head resting on your shoulder or your arms around his neck 'for balance'.

Rodrick's ego get's a ridiculous boost whenever you come over and watch his band practice, getting very excited on the inside but never letting it show (or at least he thinks he isn't letting it show...). But you don't complain, you have to admit that watching your boyfriend go ham on some drums while looking all cool and hot wasn't something you hated. It also makes your heart skip a beat when the drummer glimpses up at you as he beats the shit out of his drums, sneaking in a wink and a smirk, then going back to whatever loud ass song he was playing.

Contrary to popular belief, Rodrick is not some sex-god! Bro was a virgin before you! Sure, his confidence did fool quite a few people (you included), but confidence alone doesn't necessarily mean you pull... In fact, your boyfriend was such a virgin, that he had to wikihow tips on sex in the lead up to asking you to fuck! That being said though, after the first couple of nights together, where you mostly had to teach your boyfriend the ropes and be patient, Rodrick really got the hang of it! Like, really well, too well! His love for physical touch crosses over into intimate moments between you two, so expect many kisses along your body, fingers gliding over your skin, soft bites, a tight hold on your waist or hips or thigh. Oh and once Rodrick really gained some confidence when having sex with you? That's when your boyfriend became a fucking man, talking you through it like a pro; praising you, holding your leg up onto his built shoulder as he slowly thrusts into you, lowly singing you praises and chanting your name through his panting - holy shit this man knows how to get you off!

It's quite funny that Rodrick's mum really likes you. She finds that you're his only friend that's a good influence, meaning that Rodrick can do whatever he wants as long as he mentions you being there! You're also the only friend allowed to sleep round his; that being hilarious, because you're the only friend which Rodrick is fucking every other night. You're boyfriend's mum is blissfully unaware of you and her son doing ungodly things under her roof, and it's kind of a turn on for the both of you... Rodrick will be fingering you whilst shouting a 'goodnight' to his parents like it's nothing! Turning back around to you and giving you a small smirk and a 'shush', 'cause you wouldn't want his parents to hear you? Would you? You wouldn't want them to know how loose Rodrick gets you, you wouldn't want them to hear your hole making phallic sound of squelching, or to hear your pants and moans of their son's name. But that goes both ways! Rodrick would die if his parents heard his moaning and groaning of your name, if they saw his disheveled look as his fingers curled into your hair whilst you sucked his dick ever so nicely.

Cute little bonus: Rodrick gets suuuuuper jealous but doesn't know how to really express that... Which usually just leads to the man being a little emo in public and trying to show off! Emphasising the tiny height difference between you two by resting his head on your shoulder, wrapping his arms around your waist, and even flexing his muscles; Rodrick pulls out all the stops in order to show off, in aims to get any small compliment from you so that he'll feel less jealous and inferior. In private though, his jealousy does come out a little more, your boyfriend becoming a soppy mess about some guy flirting with you; but don't worry, Rodrick's jealousy turns into horniness real quick!

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Sap - M. R. x male!Reader

A/N: I originally wrote this to fulfill an ask, then scrapped it in favor of something more smutty, which I’m working on now. It’s more implied than anything, but it’s meant to be read as a chubby!Reader. Or at least, a Reader with stretch marks on their stomach

CW: fluff, mentioned smut but nothing explicit, soft!Matty, Reader has stretch marks, very mild possessiveness

469 words

“Hey, babe.”

You groan as Mattheo shakes your shoulder, pulling you from your dream. “Go away.”

“Come on, handsome. You’ve slept in long enough.” When you don’t budge, his voice takes on a pleading tone. “Please? I wanna spend time with you.”

You still don’t move to get up. But you do lift your blanket, awkwardly scooting over to give him more room. He slides in, settling down with a sigh.

You crack open your eyes, grumbling softly when you meet his. “What?”

“You’re adorable,” he says, a grin creeping across his face. “All soft and sleepy looking.”

You close your eyes again before shifting to cuddle against the crook of his body. He’s not warm yet, but you don’t mind a few shivers when you get to snuggle like this.

He rests an arm over your side, fingers idly slipping under your shirt to trace along your stomach. Trailing his fingertips along the furrows and lines of your stretch marks.

You stiffen and he stops. “This okay?”

You relax again and nod. “Yeah, sorry. Just… habit.”

“Don’t apologize,” he murmurs. “Not for anything. Not to me.”

He presses a kiss behind your ear. Nuzzling his nose along your neck. When he speaks again, his voice is softer than normal. “You’re so handsome when you’re sleepy. When your body’s all soft and warm and pillowy. Makes me wanna do unspeakable things to you.”

You can’t help it. You snort out a quiet laugh even as you shiver at his words. “Unspeakable things? Like you’d ever have a hard time saying them.”

He nips at your neck. “Shut up. I’m trying to be romantic.”

You fall silent, surprised. Mattheo’s so rarely romantic. It’s all about the hot and heavy with him. Which you like. It’s nice to have your body appreciated like that. But you crave the softer things too sometimes.

Mattheo exhales quietly, then starts again. This time, pressing soft kisses to your skin. “You’re so handsome. When you’re resting… you get this look about you… makes me wanna… I dunno… It makes me weak.”

Your breath catches. You know how big of an admission that is for him. Mattheo ‘No weaknesses’ Riddle. Unfazed by everything and everyone.

Except, apparently, you. Sleeping you, specifically.

You shift to face him, leaning in to rest your forehead against his. The closeness makes you go crosseyed, but you don’t care. You grin and Mattheo grins back.

“You’re a sap,” you say finally. “Who knew?”

“If you tell anyone…” he says, voice playfully threatening.

“I won’t.” You press a kiss to his lips. “Your sappiness is all mine.”

He kisses you back, hand gently running over the dips and curves of your stomach again. “Yours, huh?”

“Yeah.” You nod. “Mine.”

He chuckles, soft and low. “I think I could get used to that.”

[prettynice8]

My Bodyguard Part 1

Jeon Jungkook x male reader, haters to lovers?

This wonderful man

Stuff: fluff, angst, this whole thing is just a buildup to Part 2.

Word Count: 1,501

Notes: I was inspired by ai. Fun fact, Jungkook is by bias so that's fun.

Fucking great, Jungkook has to guard another prissy little girl who has never faced any kind of troubles in her entire life. Some rich bitch who doesn't even need a bodyguard and yet here he is, practically wasting his time.

This wasn't his first rodeo, though he was at the young age of 26, he's seen a lot of shit. A lot of annoying, prissy, useless, and rage inducing girls who always try to have their way with him. He's never given in though, not very hard to do when they're all, well, girls.

Jungkook nearly dreaded when your father finally led him to your room. He desperately wanted to leave and quit this job forever, but it would be a waste of all the training he has had to endure over the years, so he stayed his ground, expecting the worst.

As the door opened, Jungkook was greeted by an enormous room full of personality. The walls were covered in various posters, stuffed animals and dolls littered the room. It was a little different than the rooms he'd been in before, but that doesn't mean anything. You're probably just as spoiled as all the other girls he's had to guard.

"She's just another spoiled rich girl." He whispered under his breath.

"Well for starters, she's a he." You stated, Jungkook was incredibly surprised, he did not expect you to actually hear him, most of the others don't give a shit about what he has to say.

"O-oh dear I'm so sorry." He apologized, trying to cover up his mistake. He looked at you, and you were in fact a boy, a pretty cute one at that.

Your father was long gone by now, leaving just you and Jungkook to awkwardly talk.

"So, what's your name?" He asked, trying to be friendly.

"You're supposed to be my bodyguard and you don't even know my name." You said, sass apparent in your voice. "Well, I feel like I'm in safe care."

He completely forgot what your name was, the person whose life is technically supposed to be in his hands, and he was so caught up in dreading seeing you that he didn't take the time to see what your name even was. Fuck did he hate this job.

"It's y/n." You stated coldly, already questioning this man's competence. "And yours?"

"My what?" He questioned back.

"Your name dip shit." You answered, not having it right now.

Jungkook was taken back, people never ask what his name is, though you could've been a little nicer about it.

"It's Jungkook, Jeon Jungkook." He replied, a smile making its way on his face.

"You also didn't even know my gender, god you suck at this." You stated flatly, not impressed by whatsoever.

His smile was crushed, your words feeling like poison each time you talk.

"You really are like all the other rich bitches I've had to deal with." Jungkook complained, growing tired of your behavior.

"You don't even know me." You exclaimed, growing equally tired of him.

"I know enough." He stated coldly before leaving your room, leaving you to stare daggers at the door.

That was your guy's impression of each other, minor disdain. He hated how you seemed like every other shit head he's had to deal with, and you hated him because he just assumes shit about you, he also kind of sucks at his job, where did your dad even find this guy.

Though you both kind of hated each other, he had to be around you. All. The. Time. No matter where you were, eating, in the bathroom, even sleeping, he was right there or just right outside the door. You both haven't said a word to each other since your first meeting, and you both hope to keep it that way.

"Why do you hate me?" You asked flatly while eating your dinner, finally breaking the weeks-long silence between the two of you. Also no one else was there so this seemed like the best moment.

"Why does it matter to you?" He questioned right back, hoping to prolong the silence.

"Because I don't want the person who's supposed to save my life to dislike me, but more importantly I feel like you have no reason to dislike me the way you do." You responded, arms crossed over your chest.

"No reason! I have every reason to hate you! The moment I got here you greeted me with disrespect! Your so fucking stand offish and it's clear that you have no idea what the real world is like, able to be in your fucking mansion and eat your fucking food while I'm in a job that I hate, having to be around clueless people I hate, like you!" He shouted at you, every word hitting like a bullet.

You just stood there in silence watching each other, tears daring to come out of your eyes. He stares at you heavily breathing, too angry to realize your sad state.

"You don't know anything about me." Was all you said before the tears fell down your face like a waterfall. You stormed out of the dining hall and into your room, leaving Jungkook standing there alone, feeling like an idiot, which he was.

He finally got the courage to walk up to your room. Knocking on the door to see if you're okay. Hearing nothing but your sobs, he took the liberty of opening the door. He was greeted with the sight of you sitting on your bed, curled up and crying into your legs.

"Go away, it's not like you actually care about me." You ordered, not wanting to see the face of the man that made you an emotional wreck.

Jungkook just stood there, so he just sat next to you and awkwardly patted your back.

"I-i'm sorry I said those things, it wasn't fair, I really don't know anything about you, except that you're pretty when you cry." He said with that charming smile, causing you to laugh.

"I'm always pretty." You replied, wiping the tears from your face.

"Can't argue with that." He said, causing you to laugh more.

Since that interaction, things between the two of you have been lovely. There was no ill will anymore and you might even say the two of you were friends.

"Why do you always just stand there and watch me eat, sit down, there's plenty." You ordered, Jungkook was taken back by this act of kindness, though it wasn't a big deal, it surely felt like it was. He took the seat right next to you and started to dig in.

"When do you eat anyways?" You asked.

"When you go to your room, or when there's off time." He answered.

"Well, you're always welcome to eat here with me." You stated. "Do you have any hobbies; it seems like you're always just around me?" You asked another question. Finally wondering what he does when not around you.

"Mostly work out." He answered quickly, enamored by the taste of the food.

"I can see that." You said, but then suddenly stunned with your own words. Jungkook almost chokes on his food, also surprised by your flattery.

"I-i mean y-you're like objectively built." You stuttered, digging your own grave deeper and deeper. He starts laughing at your nervousness.

"Thank you. I try." He said, the rest of the dinner goes smoothly, though your words still hang in the air.

Once you both finish the meal, you two walk to your room, talking along the way.

"Wanna come in?" You offered when you got to the door of your bedroom.

"I'd love to." He eagerly answered, a little too eager.

You both take a seat on your large bed. You lay on the pillows while Jungkook awkwardly sits on the edge. He looks around the room, never actually getting a very detailed look. It's incredibly big, almost the size of an apartment. There's even a balcony that leads to a gorgeous view of the ocean, looking especially incredible because of the sunset.

He gets up to get a closer look at it, making his way to the balcony. You realize this and get up to chase after him.

"Pretty great huh?" You ask rhetorically, already knowing the answer. He just nods in agreement, totally dumbfounded by the amazing view. The way the water reflects all of the colors makes it all the more vibrant. The pinks, reds, oranges, and yellows mix together beautifully. This has to be the most wonderful sight of his life, almost magical. Though he's pulled away by the sight of you.

Your equal fascination with the view that you've had to have seen so many times before is enchanting. The way your face lights up and how your hair is carried in the wind is to the sunset like the Mona Lisa to a child's macaroni art. Finally, he realizes that all other beauty in the world is utterly and totally dwarfed by yours.

wait for part 2.

[slutdilf]

After all this time

Paring: Chris evans x male reader

Warnings: none just a fluff fic

Note: writing this gave me an idea to potentially make a part 2 to this maybe I don’t know

Requested by anonymous: Hello, I really like how you write, if possible, could you do one of Chris Evans x male reader where Chris meets the reader, they were friends from those old years in Boston but they lost contact due to Chris's career, where the reader felt things for him (and he still does), but they never confessed until that reunion? I leave the reason for the reunion to your choice, as well as whether you leave it in fluff or in smut.

it was late at night and you were scrolling through your phone on instagram. when you suddenly got a memory notification when you clicked you saw a picture of you and another slightly taller and handsome man, right off the bat you knew who it was your best friend, Chris Evans. Chris and you had been friends for a long time, you grew up together in the lively streets of the American neighborhood in Boston. You had shared countless memories exploring the city, cheering on the Red Sox, and dreaming of their future. Chris was the charming and athletic one, always the life of the group, and everyone thought he was destined for great things. you on the other hand, were quieter and more thoughtful, often appreciating Chris's infectious energy but never quite feeling like you measured up. Seeing the photo it rose a feeling you’d long forgotten. A flicker of a smile on your lips as you realise just how much of a crush you’d had on Chris. through time you and Chris had slowly lost contract as Chris became more and more involved in his career. You went from talking to almost every day to talking to every few months and slowly to almost never talking. You felt the pang of guilt in your heart for not being so direct with Chris and confessing your feelings to him. you doubt he’d even recognise you if you’d meet him again.

You were about to swipe away when you suddenly saw a follow notification on Instagram. It was Chris, he had followed you. You couldn’t believe it. Your heart was beating so fast you felt it would burst out of your chest and your mind was racing with a thousand thoughts. Without thinking you quickly opened up his page in a daze. The first thing you noticed was the number of followers he had, of course he did he was a freaking celebrity now. You’d seen so many of his projects and you knew how talented he was. The second thing you realised when you saw his most recent photo was that he had not changed a bit, still as handsome as ever.

The realisation of that fact made you pause, you hadn’t spoken in so long. Why would he follow you? The feeling of excitement mixed with fear was overwhelming but you also couldn’t help that feeling of hope growing inside you. Maybe he felt the same way you did. It was stupid to even hope for it. He was a celebrity, he could have anyone he wanted, why would he want you? you quickly shook your head clearing these thoughts from your head, your heart just hurt.

Your phone suddenly vibrated, snapping you out of your thoughts. It was a notification from Chris. A message. You stared at the screen in disbelief for a moment and with a deep breath you opened up the message. Your heart skipped a beat as soon as you saw the words “Hey it’s me Chris. Can’t believe it’s been years since that photo” a smile went across your face he got the same notification of the memory of you both as well He had found you again. You typed back with shaky fingers.

You: “Hey, Chris, it’s been a while” you replied, hoping your heart rate would return to normal.

Chris: “I know, too long. I can’t believe it’s taken me this long to get in touch.”

You tried to think of something witty to say but your mind was blank. You had always been the quieter one among you two and talking to him now made you feel like a teenager again.

You: “I’ve always wanted to reach out and catch up” you admitted.

Chris: “I’m sorry I didn’t do it sooner. It’s just been crazy, you know?”

You: “Yeah, I understand, the whole practically knows you at this point.”

There were so many things you wanted to say, so many questions you wanted to ask. But it felt like there was an invisible barrier between you and him, all these thoughts and feelings held back by a wall of insecurity.

Chris: “well they know of me. They don’t know me not like you did…..I’m glad I found you again”

His simple words hit you unexpectedly. You could feel his sincerity through the screen, the connection that hadn’t faded after all these years. You tried to keep your cool.

You: “Same here, I’ve missed you.”

Chris: “Me too.”

The conversation was flowing so easily, but deep down you wanted it to be more. You knew you needed to tell him how you felt, you couldn’t go through life wondering what if.

Suddenly another message from him popped up.

Chris: “We should meet up, talk in person.”

Your heart was racing again. You couldn’t believe he wanted to see you, but you couldn’t deny the excitement you suddenly felt.

You: “That sounds great, when?”

Chris: “I’m actually in town at the moment. our college is having a a reunion this weekend. I was debating on whether or not to go ”

Your eyes widened at the message, he was here in the city? You didn’t even think you’d be able to see him today and he was already in town.

You: “Really? I barely even know of the reunion”

You couldn’t keep the eagerness out of your voice.

Chris: “Well now you do. And you should go, it could be fun. Imagine all those old memories.”

There was something about the way he said “old memories” that made your heart flutter.

You: “You’re right, it could be fun. but I’ve not exactly achieved much in the years. unlike you where you’ve practically become a massive actor”

It could be a chance. A chance to finally confront the feelings you’d shoved down so long ago.

Chris: “Come on you don’t sell yourself short. I’m pretty sure that’s the same thing you said even back in high school”

He remembered that? You couldn’t help smiling at the thought that he had paid that much attention to you. Chris had always been kind, but there was something different about the way he was talking to you now. Like he cared more.

Chris: “Promise me you’ll go to the reunion.”

He was being relentless, he clearly wanted you to be there.

You: “Okay okay I’ll go, I forgot how you can be pretty demanding”

You teased, it was a natural response after all the years of banter and friendly teasing.

Chris: “Hey, you loved my persistence.”

That message made you pause. It was just harmless banter but it brought back a thousand memories. Memories of you two hanging out in the streets of Boston, your late night walks, or the quiet moments of comfort when you were both tired and stressed. He was right you loved his persistence. A part of you always had. And still does.

Chris: “Can’t wait to see you again”

Your heart was beating rapidly at those words. You were finally going to see him after all these years. You felt like a high school student again.

You: “See you there”

And with that, the conversation had ended. You set your phone down, trying to process everything that just happened. Chris had found you and now you were going to see him again. All the feelings you’d buried so long ago were starting to flood back. You couldn’t help it, something was stirring in your chest, a mixture of excitement and anxiety. But you couldn’t deny you were looking forward to it. Time seemed to crawl by after that, your mind fixated on the upcoming reunion.

Finally the day of the reunion arrived. You were nervous as hell, but also couldn’t help the small spark of excitement that was in your chest. You got ready quickly, not wanting to give yourself the time to doubt yourself. You chose your clothes carefully, you wanted to look nice. The thought of seeing Chris again made you want to look your best. You took one last look at yourself in the mirror and took a deep breath before heading out.

The reunion was set to take place in your old college’s courtyard. When you arrived, you noticed people had already begun to gather. People you hadn’t seen in years and others you thought you had long forgotten. As you walked in, you couldn’t help but scan the crowd nervously, looking for one familiar face.

After what felt like an eternity, you finally spotted him. Standing at the far end of the courtyard was Chris. The years had only enhanced his natural good looks and the air of fame followed him like a shadow. He was surrounded by a group of people, talking and laughing. You stood there, unnoticed, feeling like a teen all over again.

Chris suddenly looked up, his gaze sweeping over the crowd. Your heart skipped a beat as his eyes landed on you and a smile broke across his face. He said a few quick words to his group before he started walking towards you.

Every step he took made your heart beat faster. He had noticed you, the way he had smiled made your knees weak. As he got closer, you tried to sound casual but you couldn’t keep the slight tremor from your voice.

“Hey, you actually came” He greeted you, that same infectious smile on his face.

“Yeah, I said I would” you tried to sound indifferent but your voice was betraying you. You looked up at him, and for a moment it felt like time had stopped. The years apart seemed to fade away, and it was just you and him, standing there in the middle of the courtyard.

Chris looked at you, his eyes studying you intently. “You look good” he said finally, a hint of something in his voice you couldn’t place.

“You don’t look too bad yourself” you managed to respond, trying to keep your heart from beating out of your chest.

Something about the way he was looking at you made you feel shy. It was different from before. But before you could speak again, he was looking around.

“Come on, I want to show you something”

he said, taking your hand in his. The gesture caught you off guard, but you were too flustered to object as he led you through the crowd.

He guided you through the crowds, his hand around yours. The contact of his skin against yours sent jolts of electricity through you, bringing back a flood of memories of your childhood together. You tried to focus on anything but the feeling of his hand holding onto yours but you were hyper aware of every little thing. As he pulled you along, you couldn’t help but feel like you were following a familiar path.

You realised quickly where he was leading you. It was to the spot you two used to spend a lot of time in. It was a quiet bench, away from the hustle and bustle of the campus.

When you were younger, it was often this spot that you and him would escape to. Sometimes simply to talk away from the others and hang out. it became a nostalgic spot. memories rushing in your head as you thought about all the stuff you’d talked about sitting on the chair and just rambling about crushes, dreams, fears and the things you wanted to do.

He stopped, gesturing for you to sit on the bench beside him.

You sat down next to him, the cool air of the evening bringing back waves of memories. You were acutely aware of the way he was looking at you, a small smile on his face.

“I can’t believe you remembered this place” you said, trying to distract yourself from the way your heart was racing.

"Of course I remembered.” He chuckled, looking around. “How could I forget? We practically lived here during our school days.”

There was something in the way he looked at the spot, a hint of nostalgia in his voice. It was as if he was reliving the memories just as vividly as you were.

The silence that followed was comfortable, as if the years apart hadn’t diminished the connection you had. He leaned back, resting his arms on the backrest of the bench, his hand nearly touching your arm.

“Remember how we used to talk for hours here?” he broke the silence, his gaze still on the scenery around.

You smiled faintly at his question. Those memories were some of your most treasured. Many nights spent sitting on this very bench, talking about dreams and ambitions, hopes and fears.

“How could I forget?” You replied, a hint of warmth in your voice. "We talked so long our voices always hurt the next morning”

He laughed heartily at that. "Yeah, those were some good times."

He finally looked at you, that warm smile still on his face.

"Seems like you remember all of it,” he said, a hint of curiosity in his voice.

You tried not to show how his smile affected you, nodding slightly.

“Of course I do. I could never forget any of it.” Your voice lowered instinctively, the sincerity coming through.

His smile softened at your words, a flicker of something in his eyes that you couldn’t place. He paused for a moment, as if weighing his words, before speaking again.

“You know, those memories here... they mean a lot to me. And part of me was hoping you'd be here tonight.”

You were so stunned by his words that you forgot to breathe for a moment. Part of him was hoping you’d be here? Your heart was in your throat now, the air was crackling with tension.

"And why’s that?" You managed to get out, your voice betraying your nervous excitement.

His hand shifted on the bench, his fingers lightly brushing against your sleeve. "Because you’ve always been important to me."

He was looking at you intently, his voice laced with something you couldn’t quite put a finger on. It was almost like a confession, but his eyes held more than just simple friendship.

Your heart leaped into your throat. His words, the way he was looking at you. Could it be..

You swallowed, trying to find your voice. “I-“

The words got stuck in your throat and you couldn’t get them out. A part of you wanted to say everything you felt, to finally confess after all these years, but the fear of rejection was holding you back.

Chris noticed your hesitation, his gaze now questioning but not leaving you. He moved subtly closer, his hand now gently wrapped around your shoulder, the touch sending shivers down your spine.

"Is something wrong?" he asked, a hint of concern in his voice.

The feeling of his touch was both comforting and overwhelming. You looked up at him, the feelings you’d suppressed for so long bubbling inside you.

"No, it’s just-" you paused, looking down. "There’s something I need to tell you."

You braced yourself, trying to calm your racing heart. This was your chance, now or never.

He seemed to sense the seriousness in your voice, his hand still resting on your shoulder. "What is it?"

He looked slightly worried now, his eyes locked on yours. The silence between you was almost deafening.

You took a deep breath, gathering your courage. This was it. No more holding back.

"Chris, I-" the words got stuck in your throat again.

The feelings you’d kept hidden for so long were finally bubbling over, and the thought of rejection was scarier than anything, but you had to force the words out.

"I've always-“ you inhaled, gathering your courage. “I've always had feelings for you.”

The words hung in the air, your heart pounding in your chest. You didn’t dare look at his face, suddenly regretting the confession.

There was a silence that lasted for what felt like an eternity. And just as you started to fear the worst, he finally spoke, his voice barely above a whisper.

“You have?”

You nodded hesitantly, looking up at him. He was staring back at you, his eyes wide and something like wonder there. There was something unreadable in his expression, a mix of emotions you couldn’t pinpoint. But he was still listening.

"Ever since high school," you admitted. “I never had the courage to tell you.”

He was still silent, processing your confession. But instead of the rejection you feared, he looked more like he was in shock.

"Ever since high school..?"

The question seemed to be more to himself than you, but you nodded again, the weight of the secret finally lifted from you.

He looked at you for a moment longer, his hand still on your shoulder. And then, unexpectedly, he laughed.

His laughter caught you off guard. You had been fully expecting denial or dismissal, but his laugh wasn’t mocking. It sounded like he was in disbelief, as if he couldn’t believe what you’d told him.

You watched him, confusion written all over your face. “Why are you laughing?” You finally asked, suddenly feeling vulnerable

He shook his head, still smiling. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. It’s just..”

He trailed off, taking a deep breath before meeting your gaze again. He looked almost amused, a hint of disbelief still on his face.

"Do you know how long I’ve been waiting for you to say that?”

His question caught you off guard. “Wait, what?”

You stared at him, not quite understanding what he meant. Had he been waiting for you to confess? The thought seemed impossible.

But he was looking at you intently, his hand still on your shoulder, a faint smile on his lips. He was serious.

“I’ve been waiting for you to say that for years,” he repeated, his eyes never leaving yours.

His confession hit you like a truck. For years? He’d been feeling the same way but never said anything? You were completely stunned.

"You.. you’ve felt the same way all this time?” You asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

He smiled faintly, giving you a gentle nod. “For as long as you did, I’d imagine. You just finally said it first.”

You were still trying to process his words. The fact that he had feelings for you this entire time was almost too much to grasp.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” You asked, your voice wavering slightly.

He chuckled lightly, his hand subconsciously tracing small circles on your shoulder. “Probably the same reason you didn’t. Didn’t want to ruin our friendship.”

His thumb was now tracing the outline of your collarbone. The gesture wasn’t sexual, more thoughtful and absentminded.

His touch was sending tingles down your spine. Hearing that he’d been worried about ruining the friendship made your heart flutter. The realisation that all the feelings you’d pushed down had been mutual for all this time was overwhelming.

“So then, what now?” you finally asked, your voice betraying the mixture of emotions within you.

His fingers curled around your shoulder, gently drawing you closer to him.

“What do you want to do?” he replied.

You didn’t need to think about the answer. You looked up at him, your body now almost touching his.

“I want this,” you answered breathlessly.

His grip on your shoulder tightened slightly, his eyes never leaving yours.

“Are you sure?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper, but you could sense the hint of longing in it.

You nodded, your heart racing in your chest. “I’m sure,” you said, feeling his fingers on your skin. “I want you.”

He pulled you closer to him, his hand now on your lower back. The distance between you was gone. He looked at you, his eyes burning with an intensity you’d never seen before.

“your sure?.” He spoke, his voice low. “it’s gonna be intense. there’s gonna headlines. flashing paparazzi cameras every time we go out. travelling the world with me to film.”

You looked up at him, the warnings in his voice clear. He was right, being with him was dangerous. It would change your life.

But at that moment, you realised you didn’t care.

You didn’t care about the possible trouble, the headlines or the cameras. All you knew was that you wanted him, and you wanted everything with him.

“I’m sure” you repeated firmly, your voice filled with determination. “I want everything with you.”

A small smile tugged at the corner of his lips, his eyes now sparkling with a mixture of surprise and excitement.

He raised his hand slowly to your face, his fingers lightly tracing the line of your jaw before cupping your chin. He leaned in towards you, his breath warm against your skin.

“then I’m not letting you go” he said, his voice low. “not after all this time.”

The words sent a shiver through you, his breath against your skin making you weak.

"You better not," you replied, your voice soft but filled with conviction.

He chuckled lightly, his hand still holding your chin, his thumb brushing your lower lip.

"Don’t worry, I won’t," he said, his voice filled with promise.

With that, he leaned in closer, his lips finally meeting yours.

Your eyes fluttered closed as you felt his lips on yours. The kiss was gentle at first, as if he was testing the waters. But something clicked inside both of you, years of suppressed feelings and denied affection finally bubbling over.

The kiss quickly grew more passionate, his hand moving from your chin to the back of your neck, pulling you even closer to him.

The feeling of his lips against yours was electric, a wave of emotions crashing over you. Your hands moved of their own accord, grabbing the front of shirt, pulling him closer while desperately kissing him back.

He responded enthusiastically, his hands holding you tightly against him, the kiss getting more and more heated with each passing moment.

His tongue teased at your lips, asking for entry, and you let him in without hesitating. The kiss grew more intense, his hands moving to slide through your hair, his actions now filled with a hunger that you reciprocated.

It was all-consuming, years worth of suppressed feelings finally bursting free.

His arms were around you now, holding you tightly against his chest. One of his hands was tangled in your hair, the other was caressing your back, his long fingers drawing small circles on your spine.

The kiss was deep and searing, a tangle of lips and tongues, filled with years of pent-up desire. It was like coming home. You both pulled back to catch your breath your forehead pressed against his.

He looked at you, his breath ragged, his eyes darkened with a mix of passion and something akin to awe.

"Why-" he said between breaths, his hand still tangled in your hair. "Why the hell didn’t we do that years ago?”

You laughed, your own breaths still ragged, your heart racing in your chest. You placed a hand gently on his cheek, running your thumb over his lips.

"We were stupid" you whispered, a smile on your lips. "All those years, all the time wasted."

He chuckled, leaning into your touch. “I could have been kissing you for years and you had to go and wait so long.”

He moved a hand to your cheek, mirroring your gesture as he traced your features with his thumb. His touch was gentle, almost reverent.

"Still, it’s better late than never." He added, a hint of a smile on his lips. you put your head on his shoulder. his hand around you waist. As you cuddled on the bench together watching the sunset. your heart racing at a speed you couldn’t even comprehend. You’d finally gotten the man of your dreams. The man you wanted for so long. almost instinctively you nuzzle your head into his neck and you say the words “I love you.”

He froze for a moment at your words, the atmosphere becoming even more intimate. It was silent for a moment, before he spoke, his voice a soft whisper in your ear.

"I love you too."

His words were simple, but they sent a rush of warmth through your body. He held you tighter, his chin resting on your head. The world around you almost faded away, the only thing that matter was the two of you now.

[darkbackalley]

No Words Left Unspoken - The Phantom of the Opera x Male Reader

Warnings: None, other than absolute tooth-rotting fluff and a TEENSY-WEENSY bit of projecting lol

FEM-ALIGNED BLOGS DNI

Note: OMG I ACTUALLY POSTED? I’m low key so sorry to everyone that I’ve been gone for so long, PLZ FORGIVE ME! I’ve been going through an INSANE Phantom of The Opera phase recently, and this idea has just been floating around in my brain, so I figured that I’d write it. I also wanted to write the dialogue in French and finally use my skills, but I realized that there’s way too much talking for that :( also this thing is SO LONG

FIC UNDER THE CUT

The Opéra Populaire had never seen anything like it before. A Kabuki troupe had arrived from Japan, bringing with them a style of performance so foreign, so alluring, that it transfixed everyone who witnessed it. Among them was Y/n, a star working with the company to achieve fame, and an onnagata—a male actor who specialized in female roles. His grace and beauty were unparalleled, his every movement capturing the very essence of womanhood. His long, flowing robes and painted face transformed him into a vision of ethereal femininity and often rivalled that of the women in the production team. One thing that y/n often struggled with, however, was many thinking that he is just a beautiful woman playing these roles, and as an actor, he was feminized into this twisted version of himself that wasn’t a true representation of him.

The Phantom of the Opera has always watched from the shadows. and here he was, watching yet again. But something was different this time. This new form of theatre was not unwelcome here, as the Opéra Populaire has always been a home of the arts, no matter which kind, and he had been entranced by the performers before, but Y/n was different. The Phantom had always believed that true beauty lay in tragedy, in the forbidden and impossible love he had harbored for Christine Daaé, But Y/n’s presence had stirred something new within him, a deep and unexpected longing. Slowly closing the hole Christine had left behind.

Night after night during the rehearsals, The Phantom watched as Y/n glided across the stage, his delicate hands moving with precision, his voice lilting in melodies foreign yet intoxicating. The Phantom could not take his eyes off of him. From the moment Y/n entered the opera house, Erik had been captivated, convinced that the performer was a woman of unmatched beauty and grace. His heart, once so hardened by rejection and isolation, softened at the sight of her— though Erik did not yet know the truth.

He left notes in Y/n’s dressing room, signed only with a flourish of a rose. He composed hauntingly beautiful pieces on his organ, each one inspired by the way Y/n moved, the way his voice danced in the air. Gone was his melancholy opera pieces, replaced by works that were softy and harboured unseen adornment towards his muse. The Phantom’s obsession grew, as it always did, until he could no longer bear to remain unseen.

On opening night, after the performance, The Phantom made his move. He waited in the fly tower, his heart racing as Y/n finished his final bow and made his way backstage. The theater was emptying of both patrons and performers, but Y/n stayed behind, unwinding from the night’s work, his silken robes draped around him. The Phantom, cloaked in darkness, stepped forward.

“You are a vision,” his voice echoed through the room, low and melodic, sending a shiver down Y/n’s spine. “An angel who has graced my stage and my theatre.” Y/n turned slowly, his eyes searching the shadows. “And you are you?” he asked, his voice gentle but curious, his accent wrapping around the French words in a way that made them sound even more delicate.

“I am the one who watches from the dark,” Erik replied, stepping into the dim light, his mask catching the glow. “I have admired you from afar, but I can no longer keep my distance.”

Y/n froze for a moment, thrown off, before his lips curved into a soft smile, his painted face serene. “You are the Phantom, are you not? The one the others speak of.”The Phantom nodded, his breath catching as he looked into the other’s eyes—so soft, so full of mystery. He had imagined this moment, this meeting, countless times. He could not resist the pull any longer. “I have seen many singers, many dancers, but none as captivating as you.”

Y/n tilted his head, curious. “Why do you find me so captivating?”

The Phantom stepped closer, his voice a whisper. “Because you are a woman of great beauty, of talent unmatched.”

Y/n’s smile faltered slightly, his eyes flickering with something The Phantom couldn’t quite read. He had encountered this before—audiences who fell in love with the woman they believed him to be, only to realize the truth later. But something in the Phantom’s intensity made Y/n hesitate.

“I am not what you think I am,” Y/n said softly, his voice gentle but firm.

The Phantom frowned. “What do you mean?”

Y/n hesitated, then gracefully reached up and began to remove his ornate wig, revealing his hair underneath. “I am not a woman,” he said quietly, turning away from the Phantom. “I am an actor. An onnagata. I play the role of women, but I am a man.”

For a long moment, The Phantom said nothing. He stared, his mind reeling with the revelation. Y/n’s delicate features, his graceful movements—how could this be true? But as the silence stretched on, the Phantom realized something that surprised even him.

It didn’t matter.

He stepped closer, his mask hiding the emotions that swirled within him. “You say you are not a woman,” he said slowly, “but that does not change what I see. You are an artist, a performer, and I am drawn to you—not because of the mask you wear, but because of the soul behind it.”

Y/n looked at him, his dark eyes wide with surprise. “You do not care that I am a man?”

The Phantom shook his head, his voice softer now. “No. I care that you are you. You are more than your role, more than the costume or the mask. I see beauty in your art, in your spirit. I have lived my life behind a mask, hiding from the world. I know what it means to be unseen for who you truly are.”

Y/n’s breath caught in his throat. He had never met someone like him, someone who saw beyond the surface, beyond the illusion. Slowly, he took a step closer to the Phantom, his eyes searching the latter’s for the truth.

“Then perhaps,” Y/n whispered, “we are not so different after all.”The Phantom’s heart pounded in his chest as he reached out, gently taking Y/n’s hand. “No, we are not.”

In that moment, there was no need for masks or performances. The Phantom, who had always believed himself incapable of love, found solace in the presence of the one person who understood his isolation, his need to hide. Y/n, who had spent his life transforming into someone else on stage, found comfort in being seen for who he truly was. They stood there, together, in the dim light of the opera house, their connection as real as the roles they had once played. And for the first time, both the Phantom and the Kabuki actor knew what it meant to be truly seen.

[vampdes]

— “MISSIN’ THE PARTY.” [being a jock meant you were absolutely obligated to throw ragers at least once a week. but what happens when ethan just can’t get enough of you? you give him what he wants, of course!]

GENRE. smut.

PAIRING. ethan landry x m!reader.

CW. lowercase implied, cheating implied, jock!reader ( briefly mentioned / implied ), nervous!ethan, big dick!ethan, a lot of sexual fantasies ( ethan ), oral implied ( reader receiving ), top!ethan / bottom!reader.

NOTES. this coulda been better, ima be real, ive js been waitin to post this tho so ima js rip the bandaid off. enjoy! ⭐ ( @asukases )

it started simple, easy. he’d tutor you, congratulate you when you had gotten a problem right and easily correct you when you’d gotten a problem wrong.

obviously, you’d be rightfully confused and frustrated when he’d laugh at ‘how much of a book-like jock’ you are. nevertheless, the sessions went on and on and on. you learned more about him as time went on, as he did about you. well, he learned more about you because you’re rather talkative. you told him about the football team, even provided him with the practice schedule, you told him about your girlfriend, the head cheerleader for the football team, and about how difficult it was getting. you’d mainly tell him about her because you just couldn’t understand her.

“i don’t get it. like, i’m hot, i’m strong, i’m the literal definition of “everything a girl could ever need”, you know? all i want, every once in a while, mind you, is a little action, that’s it. even a quickie would work, for fucks sake!”, you wailed about your numerous ‘issues’ with your girlfriend as the two of you sat on the bleachers, watching as your captain directed the younger members of the team for being ‘incompetent players’.

you groaned in annoyance before returning to the main point of your conversation, “but, no. she still has to have so many excuses, like all i want is some fuckin’ sex. like bro, you don’t know how hard it’s been. it’s been seven months! seven! i can’t even sleep with any of the girls in the sorority down the road because they say it’s against their rules. eugh, i just don’t understand it.”. ethan’s eyebrows rose and his lips formed a small, slight grin numerous times during your very one-sided conversation regarding your relationship.

“no ‘cause, if i were a girl, i’d fuck me! mad sex too. i’d even fuck ..” you paused, biting the inside of your cheek as you thought of someone to consider fucking hypothetically, “.. you.” you smiled at ethan, letting out a loud laugh after you had watched his face morph into a flustered one. “i mean, hell, you’re .. somewhat fit, so why not, right?”.

ethan’s tongue slid over his lower, rose pink lip at the thought of fucking you as though you were a girl. the idea of getting you riled up, whimpering, moaning and begging for more of him was nothing but a feverish dream. his fingers stretching you, thrusting inside of you, touching the most sensational parts of you that you never dared to touch yourself. you’d be demanded to thrust on his fingers, to prep yourself on your own in order to fit all of him inside of you, and you’d hesitantly do so. your hips would start slow as though you were scared of how good you’d feel, but then, the feeling of you being able to have such a power over ethan would make you cave in. you’d become an animal and rut on his fingers as your teeth bit into the pillow beneath you. you never, ever knew you could feel so good.

“.. ethan? bro? practice is over, dude. we gotta get back to the dorm and get ready for the rager tonight.”

for fucks sake, you never knew how to shut up. it annoyed him so fucking much, just shut up for once, will you? if he had the chance, just a slight, slight chance, he’d put you in the place where you belonged: quivering beneath him with your wrists bound and cock sore.

but, “alright, lets go!” was all he could respond with. he didn’t want to lose his golden boy by scaring him off with his wild, erotic fantasies that only amplified when you’d strip in front of him, forcing him to shove a pillow on top of his already tight jeans.

by the time the two of you had made it to the dorm the two of you shared, it was well past party-time and you’d have to rush in order to get ready. ethan, on the other hand, wasn’t too keen on the idea of becoming so drunk to the point where he couldn’t even stand on his own ( aka what you did after he had to bring you back to campus after the last frat party you hosted ).

unfortunately, for him, the ideals from earlier were still playing like a movie inside of his mind. he couldn’t recall how many things he wanted to do to you, to do with you. oh god, fucking hell. you just didn’t know how hard you made him, how much you made him ache in the middle of the nights and in the dawn of the mornings. you made him whine, squeal, cry for more of you. more of you touch, of your taste, of your sound. more of you to cover with cum. more of you to mark with his numerous substances. fuck, please stop teasing him. he won’t be able to control himself, not tonight. especially not after the show you’re giving him at the moment.

that’s when you came out of your walk-in wardrobe and asked him what he thought of your shirt. you wore nothing but a slim, almost see through pair of boxers and a tight fitting shirt that rose over your belly button and squeezed around your chest. the fabric was so tight that it rubbed against your nipples every time you moved. “mm.. on second thought, nevermind. it’s rubbin’ me in all the wrong places, fuck, don’t think i can take it off by myself though. could you help me?”.

his eyes flitted away from your thighs and instead to your torso that was obviously visible through the shirt. wait—wait, you wanted help with taking off your shirt? the shirt that made you look so, so fucking good? obviously he had to oblige!

“c’mere, i’ll get it off for you.” he’ll do more than get it off of you. he’ll gladly get off on you.

you stood in front of him, obliging to his “eyes closed” request. “jus’ do it quickly, the party’s going to end soon.”. you felt the sharp tips of his fingernails scrap across your waist before he started to scale upwards, loving the feeling of the sides of your torso to your plump chest and perky nipples. “ethan! you’re ‘posed to be taking the shirt off!” you whined, “i wanna be in time for the party, c’mon!”.

ethan laughed, “fine, fine. just teasing you, love, just teasing.” he let out a huff of air as he gripped the ends of the said tight fitting t-shirt and started to tug at it. “what’re you doing? jus’ take it off!” you were starting to complain, so he did as you said, he ripped it. the thin seams tore easily, straight down the middle which produced the new idea for his next fantasy.

“oh well, that’s one way to get it off of me, i guess.”

before you could pull away to discard the now loosely fitting shirt, ethan hooked his arms around your waist and looked up at you with his perfected “puppy eyed” look. you placed your hand on top of his ruffled hair, sinking your fingers inside of his many curls. “what is it, hm? you want something, so jus’ tell me.”.

he squeezed you tighter, “can we do it?”.

“‘it’? you mean fucking?”.

“no, no! not—not that. i just .. want to feel you. please?”.

for fucks sake, just say yes already. he watched your face contort from an expression of confusion to shock. please, please say yes! you have to, please. he never asks for anything, he just wants to feel you! it’s a normal ask, no? you let your girlfriend do it! so why couldn’t he? your best friend since grade school, c’mon! please.

“fine, fuck. jus’—hah, jus’ don’t tell her about this, alright?”.

ethan became giddy as though he was celebrating his birthday twice a year, a smile adorning his features. he stood, intertwining your hands with his own before instructing you to lay on the bed that he had just stood from. to wich you obliged whilst reminding him he only had a few minutes to complete his desired feel for you before you had to leave for the party. he mumbled a ‘fine’ before helping you discard of the torn shirt, leaving you in only a pair of socks and your—rather tight—briefs.

ethan parted your legs, feeling from the underside of your thighs to the plushness of your hips. his jeans felt entirely too tight, he wanted to fuck you like a damn animal. ruthless. with no mercy. he wanted to make you cry only to shut you up. he wanted to make you shake, to make you wither beneath him with only the feverish feeling of him fucking you keeping you steady. he lefts your hips and trailed down to the brim of your briefs. the nail of his pointer finger trailed the outline of your cock, producing a quiet whimper to leave you lips.

“no, ethan—fuck–you can’t, you know you can’t.”

ethan only smiled, “but i can, no? you know how much you want me to blow you. fuckin’ hell, you say i do it better than your girl. c’mon, just once?”.

“ .. just once, alright? then, i’m leaving, swear.”

“fine, fine,” he responded in between the soft, slow kisses he pressed against the cloth of your briefs, “i’ll be quick, promise.”.

ethan being ‘quick’ soon turned into your face stuffed into a pillow and your nails burrowing themselves into the sheets. your many pleads for him to calm down, to stop acting as though he was an animal during its rut, fell on deaf ears. it was well past the time of the party, you realized, you could’ve been drinking, doing keg stands, but no, you had to give into his request.

ethan leaned into you, pressing his chest against your back whilst biting at your neck. he whispered your name. whiny, desperate, greedy.

“ffuck, oh fuck, you’re so good f’me, fuck ..”, his hips erratically chased his fifth orgasm of the night. his desire to see his cum spill from your swollen hole was more than enough to keep his fast, desperate rhythm. “c’mon—hah,” he raised himself from his current position, snapping his hips to delve himself deeper within you. ethan grabbed at your hair, forcing you to raise your head. “say it. say you’re a good fuckin’ slut for me.”

“m’such—ah!—m’such a good fuck–mm, ffuckin’ slut f’you! i am, i am, i am. ah, hah, fuck, wait, wait—i, oh god, i can’t! too .. too much, ethan!”.

your inconsistent babbles made his head spin. fuck, can his boy get any cuter?

he laughed at the thought. his long, slender fingers ran up your back before stopping at your lower lip, “open.” he commanded. “what? wh—”, in the middle of your sentence, he pushed two of his fingers inside of your mouth. a choked gag came from you, which amused him. even though his fingers were slim, they fit inside your mouth so well. ethan’s fingers laid still on tongue, his fingernails nipped at the back of your throat. such length provided him with muffled groans and moans from you.

his cock rubbed against the spots that provided you the most pleasure, making you cry out and grovel beneath him. saliva coated his fingers, tears covered your cheeks, and cum coated the cream colored sheers beneath you. ethan’s thick, sticky tip abused your prostate repeatedly making you cry out his name in incoherent moans with dilated pupils.

“i guess it is too much for you, mm.” he mumbled, rubbing his thumb on your sticky, pre-cum stained tip, feeling at how you twitched beneath him. you clenched around him as you came, which, in turn, made him fill your velvet insides with his copious amounts of cum. “ffuck, oh—ooh god,”, he whined, biting his lower lip as he slowly pulled out of you, watching as ropes of his cum covered your stomach that was beaded with sweat. ehan’s cum not only covered your stomach but also spilling out of your gaping, swollen hole. ethan watched intently, enjoying the sight before him.

with the party mindset far behind you, you missed the touch of his prying, groping hands on your body. “what? do you want more?” he mocked, watching as you whined for his hands to be all over you once more. “fine.” he smiled, his hands up and down your plush thighs, “just .. a few more times alright?”.

© CREDITS TO ur1nonlydan. DO NOT PLAGIARIZE, REPOST, OR COPY MY WORKS

[regulusblackslover]

The Whispers will be our Undoing

Regulus Black x FtM Reader x ???

Chapter I

Chapter I, Chapter II, Chapter III, Chapter IV

Summary: The strange curiosity of a muggle born wizard terrible at most magic and Regulus Black of the everlasting house of Black as well as another tragic face fall in love and overcome the challenges of the Wizarding world

Read TW’s and Author Note Here

Word Count: 1.175k

Regulus Black had sworn to never love, not after he so desperately watched his parents hate each other to the point where their hate spread to him and his brother. And it didn’t help Regulus’ mind that his brother had abandoned him for some boy who didn’t even reciprocate his affections. With that Regulus had despised the shows of affection he received, being in his 4th year of Hogwarts he had received countless love letters, confessions, and the endless abundance of stares with giggles. To say he hated it was an understatement, each letter he burned with “Confringo” and each confession he scoffed and mocked the speaker till they in most cases ran away crying or furiously stomped away. As for the stares he couldn’t do much about it but it helped to be friends with fellow slytherins and those of pure-blood supremacy which he did not stand for but at least spared him from his parents disappointment. He had even made it to advanced potions and professor slughorn's infamous slug club. While none of his friends, which had been a small number, had made it into the slug club with him, he had at least two acquaintances of which there was Severus Snape who was a year above him and Theodore Nott who was in his year. As well as the unfortunate presence of Lucius Malfoy who he had a strong intolerance for but kept it to himself out of fear for the male. Then there was you, he had hardly noticed you at first not until there had been a debate on Gamp’s Laws of Elemental Transfiguration and the argument that was being presented and debated forgot a crucial piece of information in which it was so niche that none of them had noticed until you had spoken up. You neutrally yet somehow confidently pointed out the crucial fact causing Malfoy to scoff and further deliberation take place. That is the first time Regulus had noticed you. From there you seemed to pop up everywhere from in the Slytherin common room to his charms class, to Defence against the Dark Arts, to potions. Regulus didn’t mind your presence but just felt it was odd and so he started to observe you. He noticed how you rarely talked to anyone, only a couple words with Severus Snape who seemed at least like a friend to you but on a very low level. Furthermore he had noticed your lack of magical ability, your tremendous lack of magical ability to his surprise, you could barely cast a spell, yet you were a genius in magical theory and excelled in magical creatures and potions. You were an enigma to Regulus Black. So much to a point that he slowly decided to move closer to you. It first started by him moving across from you in potions, scaring away some Gryfindor who had been flirting with you, it then led to him making brief small strictly occasional conversation at the slug club meetings. Months had passed and he slowly crept closer to you. He had found out a couple things, one you were born to muggles and were from a strictly muggle line the first wizard in your family, two you had wanted to work at the ministry of magic and revolutionise their way of interacting with muggles and work to undermine pure-blood supremacy and then retire to be a professor he then saw what made you a slytherin, three you had a pet kneezale that you had disguised as a cat and affectionately called Link who was very protective over you and seemed to be in love with Regulus, and four you had loved to read into the depths of the night below the glowing windows of the slytherin common room. And Regulus had learned one thing about himself and that was that he loved to be in your presence. 

You and Regulus had formed a habit of sorts every sunday night at midnight when most of the Slytherin house was sleeping off their drunkenness from their weekend partying, you and Regulus would meet up in the common room and sit in the pair of chairs in the farthest corner that's only light came from the large church light windows that glowed. Then you would read you each had your respective book and you would sit in silence enjoying the others company and your novels. What either of you failed to realise is that sometimes one of you would stop reading, your eyes wandering to the other and a stare that could only be described as one filled with fondness watching the others slight reactions but moreover you would snap back to your own book. What neither of you would acknowledge is the fact that either of you only got through a couple of chapters when both of you knew you could easily get through full novels during that time. 

From there you slowly talked more, of course only in places in which you both would go unnoticed so as to not ruin his reputation(your words not his). Places such as the furthest corner of the library, and small notes during classes became your sanctuary. Soon enough you considered him a friend and a close one at that. Many times while his friends would choose to go to Hogsmeade he would lie claiming he had unfinished homework or other various tasks of course his friends were unconvinced that the Regulus Black was behind but they let it slide anyway. Those times you could freely walk around Hogwarts as it was a ghost town that's when the two of you got to rejoice. You got to spend the majority of the day together and neither of you had any objection to it.

Regulus was always astounded by you, you who were so mortal that he feared everyday you would shatter and you would be snuffed out. He was raised in the noble house of Black, he lived in the Noble house of Black, and there they believed in immortality, that they were better than mortals, by the will of their pure blood and being a wizard they were not bound to the same laws of time and death which was true in many many ways. Afterall many great wizards lived past the average muggle lifespan but you, you who were from muggle parents, were terrible with magic, and had no interest in living longer than nature intended you to( a conversation that made Regulus infuriated). For those reasons you seemed to Regulus the definition of mortal and for that he feared for you as what he deemed from a friends perspective. You however were astounded by Regulus, the boy who had such warmth and love but who acted quite frankly like a cold hearted prick who couldn’t give a damn about anyone. You feared that the light that shone from him may be snuffed out at the hands of the society he was a part of. Of course this is what you believed from a friend's perspective.

Thank you for reading <3

[cross-word]

Oh no Mr ghostface

Ethan Landry x male reader

Word count: 272

“Make sure to follow your little sister to the door in case they have dogs” your mom said before you walk your little sister out the door.

Today was Halloween, the day everyone can dress up as anything you want. Slutty outfits, horror slashers, princesses but you decided not to dress up because you were too old for that.

You watched as the sun went down to finally feel the Halloween vibes not knowing the dangers lurking by.

You and your little sister walked down streets completely oblivious to someone following.

You watched as your little sister ran up to you stopping before she got to you looking behind you.

You turn to see a ghostface costume. You heard your sister screaming scared, you pulled the mask up to see your boyfriend.

“Did I scare you?” he asked, kissing your cheeks and waving to your sister.

“No, stupid I saw you following us like two blocks ago” you told him as you kissed him back “seriously, ghostface? You’re so basic Ethan” you felt his arms tightening around you.

Before you felt your arm being tugged “come on, we’re going to miss out on the big chocolate bars” your sister pouted trying to get you out of Ethan’s hold.

“You heard the boss go get chocolate with her” you told him as he follows beside you.

“Are we still up for movie night” he kissed your cheeks “yeah, what’s your favourite horror movie” quoting scream.

“You’re so cringe” Ethan scoffed, pushing you “fine then, you can watch scream by yourself” you told him leaving him and jogging up to your little sister.

[thealtoduck]

I love your batcat!bro prompt :)

What is batcat!bros relationship like with all the various animals/pets of Wayne manor

Ace and Titus: Growing up with Catwoman as his mother basically set him up to be a cat person, so he wasn’t a big fan of the two hounds when he first moved in to the manor. They’ve grown on him over time but he still refuses to admit he likes them.

Alfred (the cat): BatCat!Bro’s baby. The first one he bonded with (including humans) when he moved in to the manor. Damian gets pissy because BatCat!Bro pretty much stole his cat.

Batcow: He finds the cow cute and likes hanging out with it. But he refuses to clean up after it.

[malereadermaniac]

Utter Devotion ~ Xiao x Male Reader drabble/imagine

Fluff and smut with Xiao :) Word count: 556 Nsfw / MDNI ~ amab m!reader / FDNI

The fact that Xiao makes sure you know that no matter when and where, if you call his name, he'll be there?? Like that's so fucking hot

Bro is devoted to you, that's for sure - the twink just loves his boyfriend, he'd quite literally die if anything happened to you

He's even teleported to you on accident before! He usually just hears the "Xia-" part and sets off - which is really silly of him, cause you're good friend with Xiangling....

Xiao was reluctant to even start dating you at first, worried that his karmic debt would affect you. But the adeptus couldn't fight off his growing feelings for you - For real, the man was absolutely lovestruck

He couldn't pass an hour without thinking about you, about your voice which he found cute or sexy depending on the situation (iykwim), about your eyes, about your body, about spending time with you

Xiao would catch himself blushing like an idiot around you so much that he himself thought it was too much - the Yaksha would even STUTTER when talking to you!

It took Xiao courting you subconsciously (giving you gifts, going out together, and spending almost everyday with you) for YOU to ask HIM out! And even then you had to CONVINCE HIM TO DATE YOU!!

Greatest decision you both ever made though - you two are like two peas in a pod now!

Dates with Xiao are incredible

This man will carry you down the Wangshu Inn and sit you down at a table filled with fresh, fancy food and act all nonchalant like it's nothing! As if it isn't the most romantic thing ever!

And the sex is crazy good too.

Xiao's a twink but he got that sleeper build for sure!

He looks like a twig but FUCK when he flexes them ARMS - it makes you crack within seconds

The man likes to pull that trick in bed a lot, fucking the shit out of you and then pushing you that extra mile by flexing an arm for you (his tattoos also look real good like that)

Oh and you bet he does that thing where he squishes your face between his bicep (Fucking hot)

And the way that his abs are toned, his 6-pack ever-so subtle - its just sooooooo good

Again, the adeptus is wholly devoted to you, so the only thing he thinks about during sex is how to make you feel the best he can - which usually means you cum before him

Xiao will suck you off and eat you out for agesss, his strong arms under your thighs as he goes crazy, leaving purple and green hickeys and red lovebites on the soft area

And though he likes to go wild and fast when drilling into you, Xiao will make sure that his angle and pace is perfect, he makes sure that your prostate is generously milked each time!

He's big too! You wouldn't expect it from such a thin and kinda short guy, but that dick is long and veiny - and it puts its work in damn!

He's perfect in every way, Xiao is just the man for you - and he knows for sure that your the one for him, for life

You just gotta love twinks n their horse CO-

[slytherinboysappreciation]

ahh stevie i’ve missed you in the sb fandom 🥹

if you want holiday requests i’d love some m!reader with enzo where they go to a christmas tree farm and enzo insists on getting the perfect tree and definitely overestimates how much space they actually have to set it up. he cuts it down and carries it to show off to you how strong he is 💀

glad to see you around again 🫶

Christmas Tree Farm - L. B. x male!Reader

A/N: Mykie! Oh, I cannot tell you how good it feels to be back! Thank you so much for the request!

I did tweak it a little bc it just wasn’t coming to me otherwise, but I think it turned out really cute. I hope I got Enzo’s personality right 😬 It’s a little hard to remember how I wrote him before, lol

Divider credits go to @/tsunami-of-tears

CW: fluff, Christmas feels, mild perfectionist moment from Enzo, bit of sarcasm and slight annoyance, Enzo’s a bit of a watch me do it guy in this, teensy tiny smidge of angst, as in blink and you’ll miss it, maybe ooc Enzo, Reader is called handsome

580 words

The bustle and chatter of people and families around you creates a warm atmosphere as you sip your cup of cider.

Enzo practically vibrates next to you, eyes wide and awed as he takes in the strings of lights and smiling families and most importantly, the rows and rows of Christmas trees.

It’s his first time at a Christmas tree farm. Ever since you two moved into your small flat in Diagon Alley, he’s seemed down. Less himself than usual. So to pick him up, you’ve brought him to the first place you remember really feeling the Christmas spirit at.

The place is run by a friend of your family, and you’ve already gotten permission to take any tree you’d like.

You’re prepared to just pick a random tree and be done, but Enzo’s off on a mission.

“We’re getting the perfect tree today,” he declares, giving one tree a disapproving stare. “Not too big, but not a small one either. It has to be just right.”

You follow him, amused. You know he’s a bit of a perfectionist, so you just let him do his thing. You just sip your cider, watching as he moves from tree to tree.

Finally, he settles on one. It’s big, tall and bushy with plenty of branches to hang ornaments from. You’re a bit impressed actually. You’d have just grabbed one of the small ones, but this one is beautiful.

“Alright, so which one of us is cutting it down?” You ask. Enzo grins, lifting his chin a little. “I’ll do it.”

“You sure? It looks pretty heavy.” You know as soon as the words are out of your mouth that he’s gonna take it as a challenge. And sure enough, his eyes get that gleam in them. “Oh, I can handle it.”

He grabs an axe from the end of a row and quickly gets to work. You hold back from telling him to just use magic; he has something to prove now. And maybe you find it a little hot, watching him swing away with that adorably intense look on his face.

The tree falls after one last good chop. You move to help carry it, but Enzo blocks you. “Nuh-uh. My job. You just stand there and look handsome.”

You’d be annoyed if not for the wink he sends your way. “And what? Watch your big muscles do all the work?”

It’s said sarcastically, but his answering grin is nothing but genuine. “Yep! You’re my backup!”

At your unimpressed look, he adds, “My, uh… very handsome and capable backup who could totally do this if he wanted to.”

You roll your eyes, but a smirk twitches across your face. “Fine. Be all lumberjack manly man. It’s kinda cute anyway.”

His grin widens and he lifts up the felled trunk so he can drag the tree behind him. ”Yes, sir!”

With only a little bit of your help, he manages to carry it all the way back to the truck you borrowed for the trip. There, you take over. Showing him how to strap down the tree properly without breaking the branches.

After a failed attempt to wheedle the keys from you, Enzo climbs into the passenger seat and settles in. You watch him out of the corner of your eye as you drive out. The warm look on his face… the pink flush of his cheeks…

He looks like himself again.

And you count that as a Christmas mission completed.

[prettynice8]

Kinkmas Day 7: Cockwarming

Paring: SATORU GOJO X MALE READER BECAUSE IT'S HIS BIRTHDAY

This lovely man

Warnings: kissing, fluffy, already boyfriends, non-sorcerer reader, no actual sexy times, cockwarming DUH, angst?

Summary: Gojo finally breaks out of the prison realm and you're the first person he goes to see, awwwwww.

Word count: 692

You were just reading a book when the love of your life walked through the door. To say you were in shock would be an understatement, your face was totally frozen in surprise, your jaw almost hitting the floor. You thought you were dreaming, there is no way he broke out so soon, though he is the strongest.

"Hi." He greeted simply, tears welling up in his eyes after finally being able to lay his eyes on you. You jump out of the couch and dash towards him, trapping him in the tightest hug you can manage. He hugs you back even tighter, holding you in his grasp as if you will fade away if he lets go. Tears well up in your eyes as well as you finally get to touch the man you love.

"Easy now, I wasn't even gone for that long." He said, smirking and giving out a light chuckle. You are utterly speechless, not knowing what you could say, so you settle with just hugging him. The moment is really sweet until this fucking asshole has to ruin everything.

"Awe you missed me didn't you. Come on, I wanna hear you say how much you miss your awesome boyfriend." He said, breaking your tight embrace, changing to holding your face in his hands. "'Oh Gojo, hold me, make sweet, sweet love to me with your big dick'' He mocked, making his voice higher to poorly mimic yours.

You're still too stunned to care, just happy to be in his presence. He stops messing around when he notices that you are actually crying. now.

"I really did miss you. You do know that right?" He asked, holding your shoulders while looking deep into your eyes, his blindfold already off so he can see you and all of your beauty.

"Yeah, I know." You replied. You think you're in a dream, this almost is just too good to be true. "I just, I mean, like how, and when-" he cuts you off by kissing you, hands wrapped around your waist, in which you return instantly.

"Shush now, don't think about it, just be happy that we're together again." He assured, picking you up bridal style and leading you to your shared bedroom.

He lays you down and joins suit, sitting up right. Finally, the two of you can be on the same bed after nearly two weeks of being apart. He starts to kiss you once again, which you graciously accept. His hands roam your body, longing to be as close to you as possible. Yours do the same, breaking the only to take off his shirt, then going back to his sweet lips. He does the same to you, finally being able to feel your supple skin.

You get on top of his lap, still lovingly kissing while feeling his hardened abs up and down. He caresses your back, chest, face, and your everything. The kiss becomes more passionate, your tongues colliding and sliding perfectly with each other, talking would just be a waste for them.

The room becomes increasingly warm with the sexual tension in the air. You can't take it anymore; you need to feel him in you. You take off his pants, happily surprising Gojo as he does the same for you. You offer him one final kiss before he plunges into you.

Then he stops, holding once again in a tight embrace while his hard dick is balls deep in you. You were shocked, surprised, and confused, just all the emotions.

"Can we just, stay like this?" He questioned, wanting only to be in your presence after being apart for so long. You were frustrated at first, but all that was necessary to change your mind was looking into his sparkly blue eyes and absolutely understanding what he was talking about. You snuggled up into his chest, both your mind and body being enclosed by only him, Satoru Gojo.

"I'd love nothing more." You replied, loving every moment of this tender embrace, this show of love and affection. You go to sleep in his arms, finally being able to be with him once again.

THE END

Notes: fuck jjk for killing off this amazing man, this is in honor of the hottest guy out there.

[grrw--boy]

•Sweat dreams•

Morpheus takes care of his sleepless lover♡ (morpheus x gn!reader)

Prompt: so many things got pilled up so you're unable to sleep properly for the last days, and morpheus decides it has been enough.

Tw: anxiety, trauma(?, fluff, comfort.

Its has been a hell of a month, maybe even a hell of years.

You'd haved never had a peacefull life, but lately life seems harder than ever, days feel longer and even more tiring, that not even the soft carress of my lover seems to erase the frown on my face.

Morpheus, dream, my love, he has always helped me feel normal, calm, wanted. So i cant help but feel guilty of being so distant from him lately, knowing full well he always tries to help me in any way he can.

But i cant really help it, can't i?

Work has been anything but gentle, with the amount of late doing work i have, im almost restless, not really taking breaks ethier.

Morpheus was anxious, scared even, he knew your work was tiring but this looks extreme.

Its been days since he saw you in your dreams before youd woken up a few hours later, and even in your own dreams you looked exhausted with dark eyebags and a marked scowl on your pretty face

So he had enough

Everyone has bad days so he though youll be okay in a few days, but it has been weeks, so he decided to visit you when he finally had time to. As this not only worried your fisical state but your mental state too.

He remebers years ago when youll end breaking down in his arms, telling him how you couldnt go on like this in tears.

He'd never wish to see you so sadly lonely again, it would personaly pain him too much.

So after he had remotily finished his work he was running to see you.

You where comsuded by another work fit at 3 am when you heard a knock to your aparment door, in confusion of who might be visiting, you shouted a wait to the door while stoping your work and rushing to the door*

"Who is it?" You move your hair to look more presentable trough your stress.

"Its me dear,-" at hearing his voice after so much time you open the door without second thougth, not letting him finish his phrase, seeing your certain tall, blue eyed lover.

"-morpheus." He chuckles at your eageress to see him, but quickly noticed your tired look, unsurpsingly.

"My dea-" "morpheus!, what are you doing here?, so late... is everything alright?" Your voice quickly changes to worry while you question the reason of his visit.

"No, no, dear, everything its okay i just..." he sighes before saying "missed you, we havent seen eachother in a few weeks and i have noticed you havent being coming to the dreaming a lot ethier" he finishes while coming inside as you opened the door more for him to come in.

"Yes i- i have been busy lately, im sorry love, i think i didnt realise we havent seen eachothee in that much..."

"Theres nothing to be sorry about my dear, i know you're stressed, i want to help you" he notices the amount of work in your desk "and its quite late too, you need rest, and love. come on to bed now" he holds your arm to the bedroom.

"B-but morpheus! Theres to much to fini-" "no, to bed now, tomorrow youll finish your chores, when you're well rested"

You sigh giving up, as you cant convice the dream lord of anything especially about your care, and because the offer didnt sound so bad.

Morpheus gides you into bed before turning of the lights in the office, going to laid with you and give you your well needed rest. He goes to hold you as you get more comfortable next to him, already feeling sleep taking over you while feeling dream kissing your forehead and rubbing your head as you cuddle with him.

Before you knew it you were magicly falling asleep in your lovers embrace, feeling some beat of calmness in a long time, before hearing some soft whispers of your lover, knowing youll get some enticing dreams tonight

"Sleep well my love, ill see you in a moment".

[vampdes]

— “HOW IT CAME TO BE.” [winning bets over losing them was surely your soon-to-be career at this point. especially since you didn’t lose the drinking challenge that yui had challenged you to only an hour ago, saying that you wouldn’t win the said challenge. daniel’s the one who had to clean up the ‘mess’, though.]

PAIRINGS. daniel park / m!reader

CW. lowercase implied, implied + mentions of: alcohol consumption [beer + soju], betting money, reader drunkingly ‘flirting’ w. daniel, friends to lovers trope.

NOTES. YAAAAAAAAH, i got this out earlier than intended 😼 im like a beast ong. enjoy!! 🫶🏾

EXTRA. “how it came to be” jay h. edition —› xxx / masterlist.

the soju you had downed only seconds ago burned your throat and made your chest feel warmer than usual. you’d been out with the group consisting of: yui, daniel, jay, eli, and zack for a whole two hours. when it was first mentioned to you, you said that you were going to stay sober the whole time! and it didn’t matter if you drank, you’re a heavyweight anyways!

however, when you got there, yui bet you a pair of concert tickets that you’d be drunk before her. and obviously, you accepted the challenge! you weren’t one to back down from challenges, especially ones you knew you could win.

then the bet started.

bottle after bottle of soju, a can after a can of alcoholic beer was drunk until the last drop. yui wasn’t giving you a run for the said concert tickets anymore, she ran to the restroom to throw up due to the immense intake she downed in the matter of one hour. you, on the other hand, were sharing a strawberry flavored pocky stick with daniel and on the verge of sleeping right there on your feet.

the feel of soju still felt lively on your tongue, you could still feel the taste of it on your taste buds for it mixed in with your salvia a little too well. your head wasn’t spinning nor was your breath ragged as it was only moments ago, you were trying to seem calm, but your heart pounded against your heart so loudly that you could hear the rhythm tap your eardrums repeatedly.

“daniel.” you whispered his name as though it was a prayer, you picked your head off of his shoulder and looked him in his jet black eyes. his lips caught your attention more than his eyes did, though, which caused him to mumble the sentence “my eyes are up here, [name].”.

he said your name with a breathy, desperate tone, making the soju that warmed your heart make it burn as though it was a campfire. “but your lips,” you mumbled, your own lips parting to make way for the words that were stuck in your throat.

“but my.. my lips?”

“they’re kissable.”

the tips of daniel’s pale ears turned a bright shade of red as he let your words process in his head. he wanted to make a quip, a flirty retort to your words to keep the conversation going, but the words died on his tongue when you intertwined his hands with your own and placed your head back on his shoulder. his heart raced at an unnatural speed, he could even feel a thin layer of sweat build up on his now clammy hand that you held.

“daniel?”

he glanced down at you before looking back up at the full moon that showed down on both of you, coating you in the glossy, white light of the universe, “..yeah?”.

“i don’t know,” you laughed, “jus’ wanted to hear your voice.”

he let a warm smile overtake his blushing features, acknowledging the warm feelings you provided him with. he didn’t know why but he felt dizty as though he was the one who drank soju himself. “thank you.” he didn’t know why, but he felt something for you. it was a strange something, a lukewarm, heartfelt something.

the sound of your quiet laugh made his heart become overwhelmed with that ‘something’ feeling once more. “what’s so funny?” he questioned, tilting his head in order to rest his head on top of your own.

“it’s just.. you downplay yourself, you know? you don’t understand how amazing you are. you don’t understand how special you are to me, i do want you to know that i love you with all my heart, i truly do.”

daniel’s eyebrows furrowed together in confusion, once more letting his brain process the words of affection you spoke. his words died on the tip of his tongue. he didn’t realize it until you mentioned it, but he’d been letting tears fall on top of your messy, ruffled hair. the tips of your strands were now wet with his tears, and he immediately regretted it. “i’m sorry, i—”. you laughed off his words, pulling up the brim of your sleeve in order to wipe away the strayed tears that lay on his face.

“don’t be sorry, dan, don’t be. you’re too pretty to apologize for such ridiculous things, you know that, don’t you?”

“you think i’m pretty?” he questioned, letting his teary eyes look down on your silhouette.

you now stood in front of him, your eyes fluttering in an attempt to stay alert on your feet. “i think you’re pretty and smart and kind and most definitely charming. i also think you’re a horrible cook. but i know for a fact,” you paused, looking up at him, meeting his teary eyes. “that i’d never trade you for the world.”

he let out a laugh. not a condescending one, no, never that. it was a laugh of utter and complete disbelief. you’re so,, he doesn’t know how to explain it because he knows that he can’t put what you are into a form of words that would create a sentence. you couldn’t be compelled to just one sentence or just a sentence for that matter, you deserve the whole world, no, you deserve the whole universe and a box of strawberry flavored pocky. he loves you, he realized.

it was as though the moments, the memories of you two together had flashed in the movie theater that sat inside of his brain. each and every second he replayed it back and forth, reminding himself of the simple touches that you granted him with, the sound of your melodic laughter that never left his mind, not even for a second.

daniel park, the leader of the most famous band in korea, had a crush on little ole you. the choreographer that demanded him to be on time, the choreographer that had his entire schedule memorized down to a t just so you knew when he was free in order to hangout, the choreographer that always mention that it was so busy but always seemed to have spare time for him.

he knew from now on, he’d always make sure to be on time just for you.

© CREDITS TO ur1nonlydan. DO NOT PLAGIARIZE, REPOST, OR COPY MY WORKS

[bloodyboi]

[regulusblackslover]

The Whispers will be our Undoing

Regulus Black x FtM Reader x ???

Chapter II

Chapter I, Chapter II, Chapter III, Chapter IV

Summary: The strange curiosity of a muggle born wizard terrible at most magic and Regulus Black of the everlasting house of Black as well as another tragic face fall in love and overcome the challenges of the Wizarding world

Read TW’s and Author Note Here

Word Count: 1.705k

The weather started to become frigid and the first snowfall of the season appeared in Hogwarts prompting everyone to bundle up and the Holiday season to begin. That marked some crucial events at Hogwarts, one being the second quidditch game of the season. Regulus was itching to get out on the pitch he had gone to every practice and put in his entire being into the sport today was the match. Regulus was sitting at your usual table in the back of the library where you also sat sitting across from him glancing up from your book to stare at him, his knee bouncing causing the table to tremble and his face had a nagging impatience.

“ Regulus, what in Merlin's name is wrong with you?” You asked, raising your eyebrows as you set your book down crossing your arms and legs.

“ Today is Slytherins first match of the season.” He stated like it was an obvious fact and surprised you didn’t seem to be aware.

“ And that has to do with you how…?” You asked further, your voice trailing off, looking further perplexed.

“ You seriously do not know?” Regulus scoffed in disbelief at your lack of knowledge which he immediately knew had come off as snarky and you did not look pleased.

“ No I do not know so would you just bloody get on with it.” You responded impatiently, tilting your head to the side. This made Regulus feel a little bad with what he had done but he knew you wouldn’t hold it against him or anything. 

“ I'm the seeker for the Slytherins Quidditch Team.” The male across from you started with an air of pride as he sat back in his chair with a small grin. Your eyebrows just raised even further, your face returning to one of perplexity. And in that moment Regulus realised that you knew nothing about quidditch.

“ Come to the match later and you’ll see what I mean.” He continued his grin turning more into a sly smirk. One thing Regulus always liked was to show off even if it was subtle and the chance to show off for you wasn’t an opportunity he planned on passing up. 

“ Fine” You said, giving a slight smile back when you pulled out your book and went back to reading.

You stood in front of the masses climbing up to the quidditch pitch and several flights of stairs you found yourself in the front row of the Slytherin section. The wind whipped around your ears and nose and you further buried your face into your scarf which was decorated with the Slytherin house colours. Each section was filled to the brim with people and while other houses who were not playing were adorning their own gear but also the other houses. With Slytherin and Hufflepuff being the houses the other houses primarily chose to side with Hufflepuff however Ravenclaws were pretty split between the support for the two houses. Soon the flying coach came out to the centre of the pitch and started to announce the beginning. You had not really paid attention to them so much as to try and spot Regulus. And shortly you saw him. His black curls being slightly brushed by the wind, his green jersey reading the number 10 on the back and the large blocky lettering of the name “Black”. You let out a small cheer of which you had thought got lost in the flood of applauses, cheers, and boo’s but Regulus’ gaze wandered up to you a small sly smirk making its way upon his face as he gave a slight nod towards you his hand gesturing as well with that people in your section swooned, squeals increased, but you just replied back with a decently sized smile that had pierced through Regulus’ heart. And so the game commenced, Regulus whirled past the stands at great speeds diving low to the ground and soaring up into the clouds, his arm perpetually outreached following a tiny golden object that buzzed around at an unthinkable pace. A heavy object seemingly almost hit him several times in which you gasped screaming for him to look out only for another player with bats to hit it away from him or for him to narrowly dodge it with it brushing upon his curls giving you a heart attack luckily this only happened once. Then when you had felt your heart pounding through your ears in anticipation Regulus flew by with the Hufflepuff seeker right next to him both elbowing and shoving each other as they both tried to reach their arms further than they could go. But just at the last second Regulus dived only slightly but enough for the Hufflepuff seeker who had hoped to shove him go barreling away. Regulus’ arm reached out once more and this time his fingertips were able to wrap around the little golden sphere. The crowds erupted into roars as the announcer screamed of Slytherins success guaranteeing them a place in the semi-finals for the quidditch cup and the start to a very good season.

Regulus slowed making a loop around as he tossed the snitch up and down but as he passed each section suddenly adorned the green and silvers of Slytherin turning the stands into a sea of Slytherin pride. However as he passed the Slytherin stand he let out a smirk raising his eyebrows towards you nodding his head downward. Your eyes followed in confusion as to what he was referring to and then you saw it at the end of your scarf magically stitched in were the initials “R.A.B.” Regulus Arcturus Black. You smiled at him with him giving a slightly cheeky smile before retreating back to the ground of the quidditch pitch.

While you had exited the stands you lingered outside of the quidditch pitch till you were sure everyone was gone and inside you saw the boy you were looking for. Regulus’ black curls remained glued to his forehead by sweat; his face and hands had a thin layer of shininess due to the sweat despite the nippy air. He held his broomstick in his left hand as he tilted his head.

“ Well how did you enjoy it?” He asks you, curious at your response, taking a step closer towards you.

“ I enjoyed seeing you in your element.” You responded back carefully as the game itself wasn’t that interesting to you but watching Regulus seem so happy, so focused, and not his usual uptight self made you happy in turn.

“ I was wondering how do you fly like that, let alone keep you balanced?” You continued awe seeping through your tone as you observed his broomstick that had several small dents, minor cracks, and chips. Looking back you see Regulus’ face in minor bewilderment as he stares at you once again with disbelief.

“ You don’t know how to ride a broom? Isn’t it a requirement to take flying 101?” The boy in front of you asks, still a little shocked at the revelation.

“ No I do not, it wasn't ever in my skill set, so much so that I couldn’t even get the broom in my hand, I had to switch classes.” You say slightly embarrassed at the fact. Regulus let out a small huff of laughter as he put the broom so it was floating slightly below his waist.

“ Come over here,” Regulus stated, gesturing with his head. You took a couple steps forward towards the broom, your eyebrows raised in a look of knowing.

“ Regulus no I am not getting on that death trap.” You replied back shaking your head slightly.

“ It is not a death trap, just try it.” Regulus stated plainly as he took a further step towards you reaching out carefully grabbing your hand but only the fingertips as he gave a gentle tug towards himself.

“ Fine but if I die you bet your arse I will haunt you.” You lightly threatened as you let him tug you right in front of him. Regulus didn’t really let go of your hand, his fingers still lingered over your hand, neither of you acknowledged it like most things in your complex relationship. He however slowly let go as he climbed onto the back of the broom his hand waved slightly referencing for you to get on.

“ Get on the same way you’d a horse only closer to the ground.” He started nodding towards the broom. Your arms crossed as you looked at him with your “really?” face.

“ And what makes you think I’ve ridden a horse before?” You questioned watching his face morph into one of mild surprise. 

“ Just swing one leg over.” He responded, shaking his head as you swung your leg over the broom, careful not to kick him as you sat quite uncomfortably in front of him. Not due to him but more of the design of the broom itself, it really was a wonder how one could sit on it for long periods of time. You grabbed onto the part right in front of you.

“ Now just push off.” Regulus stated as he weaved his arms around you grabbing on to the part right below your hands so he was caging you into the broom. You pushed your feet off the ground slightly causing the broom to slowly hover upward until you were a good roughly three metres off of the ground. Regulus quickly explained how to control the broom and soon you were flying over the black lake. A huge smile crossed your face as you let go with one hand to skim the surface, the water was ice cold but still felt amazing even with the winter fronts breeze whipping at your face. Regulus drank up every moment, he loved watching your eyes fill with fascination and your laugh of delight slip from you. Soon enough the day started to turn darker and the both of you had agreed to land.

“ Thank you Regulus,” You started staring at him softly. “ That was the best thing I’ve ever done.”

“ You're welcome.” He smiled back in the dark of the quidditch pitch. That while the first of that type of outing didn’t prove to be the last.

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